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blurboki · 10 months

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topping jisung based off yesterdays poll 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“shit- wait- babe hold oN-“ the words fall from jisung’s tongue in a needy whine, head thrown back displaying his adorable heart-shaped adams apple.

one hand gripping the sheets, the other holding your waist as you drop lower and lower, taking him deeper and deeper up till the hilt. yet while you shakily sigh with satisfaction, your boyfriend beneath you is ultimately quivering, lip pulled between his teeth while tears bead on his waterline.

fuck. he’s going to combust at this rate.

he’d promised after tour that he’d let you do whatever you wanted, but han hadn’t expected this. hadn’t expected to be pushed onto the bed the moment he stepped through the door, stripped down to only his boxers and absolutely spoiled with the best head of his life.

that was, before you stopped right before he came, giving his flushed head, leaking with buds of precum, a soft kiss.

the sound he let out? pornographic, hips frantically jutting upwards in search of friction, anything to reach his high.

and you gave him the innocent, most fuckable expression imaginable, pulling your laced panties to the side to align yourself and sink.

now to the present with your cunt filled to the brim with him, han heaved, pinpricks of sweat decorating his forehead while he tried holding himself together.

“relax baby, i’m gonna make you feel good.”

no. that was his line when you took him from behind, face pressed into your pillow while he cooed at how pretty you looked being such a slut. not like this, where he was begging instead, pupils blown watching you bounce like you’re life depended it.

“a..ah, ‘m glad you’re home, ‘missed you—“ you babble, leaning down to kiss his parted lips so he can taste himself on your tongue.

whispering so sweet about how you missed him makes him want to fucking ruin you. makes him want to make you his over and over till all you can say is his name.

brows knitting with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, he takes control of the roll of your hips, securing a orgasm-worthy view of your hole eagerly swallowing him which earns a low groan rumbling at the back of his throat.

“‘missed you, bub. ‘missed my cock, yeah?

fuck. he’s convinced you’re the fuckin’ cutest when you go dumb on his cock, too caught up in pleasure to properly reply while deliciously squeezing him with that warm cunt of yours.

patting the skin of your ass, he lands a not-enough-to-hurt but firm slap there, soaking up the cry you whine in return.

“use your words, baby. tell me.” middle finger expertly delving to spell his name on your puffy clit, he watches you unravel, movement uncontrollably stuttering as you chase approaching euphoria faster than ever before.

“oh my god oh my god sungie-— hngh, missed you so much inside of me. ugh, please! come inside. c’mon, come inside.” your words are rushed, eyes already beginning to roll back, nails raking his chest.

your voice, your scent, the downright sinful sound of your bodies rutting against each other, he’s quite literally moaning at this rate—fingers digging into your hips so hard you’ll have bruises, but neither of you can think, too focused on the mind-numbing ecstasy to consider anything else.

“gonna fill you up so well, ‘kay bub? stuff you full of me.” it’s jisung’s turn to whine, pushing you down atop him to take his hot ropes of his cum that drool onto his thighs from where you stay connected.

best part? he kept rubbing your swollen bud back n forth, chuckling when you creamed all over yourself and him that he’d certainly make you get on your knees and lick up later.

blurboki, july 2023 ©

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bbgnyx · 4 months

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Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

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zeroeightzeroone · 3 months

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the highs and lows - han jisung

genre: comfort, slight angst

characters: bestfriend!hanjisung and fem!reader

warnings: recreational use of cannabis

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leaning your head against the balcony doors, you bring your knees up to your chest as a deep breath expels from your lips. beside you, jisung–your best friend–is seated with his legs splayed out in front of him, the both of you gazing off into the distance. everything around looks tiny due to jisung living on a higher floor. you hear the boy inhale deeply before holding his breath for a moment, his whole body relaxing as his lips part and release the smoke. lazily, his head rolls towards you as he hands over the blunt hanging between his two fingers.

this time, you're the one placing the end between your lips to take a drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. whilst you're preoccupied, jisung takes his opportunity to speak.

"so, what's wrong?"

your lips part, puffing the smoke out into the air. without looking in his direction, you hand the blunt over.

"nothing," you cough, "why would something be wrong?"

he takes another hit before speaking, "c'mon. it's me you're talking to you."

you turn to look at him, starting to feel the high kick in slowly. when his equally as hooded eyes lock with yours, you click your tongue, diverting your eyes back to the blunt; silently telling jisung to hand it over.

"you say you're coming over, out of nowhere at nearly one in the morning. no context. now here you are, it's—" he checks his phone, "almost two in the morning and we're getting high."

you exhale, "yes and? i can't spontaneously come to see my best friend and get high?"

"haha," he deadpans.

jisung rolls his eyes, facing forward with a gentle grin as he takes another hit of the blunt between his fingers. you listen to him huff, watching the puff of smoke dissipate in the air and eventually disappearing into the atmosphere.

"but y'know, if there is something wrong. i'm all ears. ready when you are."

from the corner of his eyes, jisung sees you nod slowly instead of verbally acknowledging his words. the air between you two falls quiet but it's a comfortable silence, you feel at ease. sure, the weed helps with the latter but jisung's your best friend, the person you feel the most comfortable and relaxed around. if you were asked to name someone you trust more than the dark-haired boy sitting next to you, you probably wouldn't be able to form an answer.

your eyes move from the sea of buildings and to the sky where you gaze up at the moon and stars. your heavy, hooded eyes lingering on the handful of stars you're able to see shining above through the light pollution of the city. no words are exchanged between you and jisung, just the blunt. every couple of minutes you're taking turns hitting the spliff, feeling your body relax as the euphoria takes over. despite the weight you held in your heart earlier, you're starting to feel weightless.

"i'm fully convinced that i'm going to end up alone."

the boy beside you blinks slowly, processing your words before asking, "why's that?"

taking another drag before passing it over, you shrug as you let your arms hang over your knees.

"i mean… my first relationship lasted like–what? almost four years and he was toxic as hell. here i am, years later and i'm still going through the trauma."

jisung hums in response.

"then the second one," you pause to chuckle at yourself foolishly, "god… i thought he was gonna be the last."

you purse your lips together with a sigh.

"i thought he was my soulmate–as stupid and cheesy as that sounds. i put so much of myself into both of those relationships and they just… failed."

you exhale a big smoke cloud.

"isn't that stupid? thinking he was my soulmate or some shit. just 'cos every year he–somehow–crawled back into my life. now two years have passed since we broke up, two years where he hasn't popped up again."

jisung takes another hit, listening to everything you're saying and allowing you to let it all out.

"then all our friends are in relationships, most of them starting off dating apps and now they've been together for years," you say with a slightly aggravated tone, "i've tried those apps too and nothing! here i am, alone."

you click your tongue again as you gather your thoughts.

"what if that's my fate? to be alone? what if my past relationships have fucked me up so bad that i never find love again? what if there's no one out there for me?"

this time when you puff out the smoke, your breath comes out shaky.

"don't think like that," jisung finally says.

"it's hard not to, after everything."

"i get that," the smoke leaves his lips as he speaks, "but i believe that there's a person out there for you, maybe you've already met them or you have yet to cross paths."

you throw your head back in exaggeration, hands clasped together as you plead, "please universe. make whoever this is–the one who's meant for me–known."

jisung shakes his head with a lazy chuckle, passing you the joint when you unclasp your hands.

"if only it was that easy."

pursing your lips together in a sad pout, you respond with a nod before placing the mouthpiece between your lips and breathing in.

"you might not believe it right now. but one day, that person will make themselves known. the amount of love and devotion you gave your exes, your person will give it back to you–tenfold."

you hum, "that'd be nice."

"when they come around, they'll hold onto you so tight and do everything in their power not to lose you," a lazy smirk adorns your lips at the thought, "knowing you, you'll ask them–where have you been all my life?–but at the same time, you'll look back on your life thus far and feel happy that you've made it this far."

"if only i could fast forward to that point."

"you and me both," jisung blinks slowly, eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot, "hey. don't let those losers convince you that you won't find someone. they're not worth a two a.m. existential crisis."

you sigh, "i know. but they're still losers i dated, and spent a substantial amount of time with. ugh."

"mistakes. you live and you learn, one day i'll be the right choice."

"y'know," you cough lightly, "even though i'm saying all this about being alone, i don't think im ready to jump into another relationship… i'm scared."

your best friend bops his head up and down slowly, "scared?"

jisung decides it's time to put the blunt out when the hit he takes burns a bit more than usual.

"scared of getting hurt," you watch as he puts out the joint, blowing on it to make sure it's completely extinguished, "especially like– getting hurt over someone who wasn't worth all that time and effort? y'know?"

"i mean… i think that you've been through enough shit to know when to get the hell out," jisung tells you as he turns his whole body to face yours, no longer worrying about blowing smoke in your face, "and i think being scared could be a good thing?"

you narrow your eyes at him, "how so?"

"it means you'll be careful. you'll be careful with who you choose to put that time and effort into. you'll use your experience to weed out the assholes that don't deserve you."

"do i really have that wisdom?"

he shrugs, "a slippery slope there."

you feign offence, smacking jisung with the back of your hand prompting an exaggerated expression of pain from him. despite the subject of conversation being a bit heavy, your whole body feels weightless as you burst into a fit of giggles that rubs off onto jisung. moments later, you're both gripping your aching stomachs, trying your hardest to come down from your laughing fit with any semblance of sober control you can grasp.

jisung comes to before you're able to, sighing in exhaustion before speaking, "i'm always gonna be here, y'know?"

you flash jisung a lopsided, toothy smile, "i know."

"so even if you can't see it, i will. i'll be the one to tell your stubborn ass that whoever you're seeing–ain't shit."

jisung reaches over, taking your hand in his and gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb; a comforting gesture he's done since the beginning of your friendship. you feel your body relax, slouching as you lean your head on the door.

"i saw somewhere that you can have multiple soulmates."

your ears perk up at the sudden information, and the newfound curiosity on your face prompts jisung to continue.

"yeah. it's not just a romantic soulmate. a platonic one too."

you nod, your lips parted in awe.

"they say it's like your souls are bound together, you just get each other. you meet them and it's like you've known each other your entire lives."

he continues, there's a sparkle in his glossy, bloodshot eyes.

"i'd like to think that, that feeling of connection already there comes from knowing each other from past lives. y'know what that means?"

you narrow your eyes at him playfully, "what? that you're my platonic soulmate?"

jisung flashes you a thumbs-up with his free hand.

"yes and, that no matter how fucking annoyed we get with each other. it's just inescapable, our souls are bound together to be each other's annoying ass best friends in each life."

he places his free hand on his heart as if he's making a pledge.

"for i, han jisung, am your kindred soul in a best friend," he announces, "you'll never be alone. not on my watch."

"and for i, y/n y/l/n, as your kindred soul in a best friend," you place your own freehand on your heart, "promise to annoy the absolute shit out of you in this life, and the next."

he leans over and flicks your forehead, inflicting a little yelp from you.

"and i'll be there in each life, knocking some sense into your stubborn ass. who better to help you weed out losers that don't deserve you than your best-fated friend forever?"

you gag exaggeratedly at his new self-assigned best friend tag, "who better than a loser himself."

he goes to flick your forehead again but you squeal and try to evade the incoming attack. jisung retreats his attack, looking at you with a playful glare.

"but, i wouldn't have it any other way."

"what do you say now?"

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "what? thank you?"

"and?"

he uses his free hand to gesture for you to continue, which does absolutely nothing for your confusion. with a defeated sigh, he shakes his head before filling the blanks in for you.

"and i love you."

you dart your head back, giving your best friend a side-eye. your whole body cringing with disgust, you clear your throat, "thank you. i… love you too?… i guess?"

jisung rolls his eyes at you and purses his lips together in a pronounced pout.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding. i love you too, my best-fated friend forever."

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tinytinyblogs · 3 months

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Is it hate or love?

Hate or love? Their mixed signals are driving you crazy.

(Ot8 reaction, non-idol)

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Han

The pulsing bass vibrated through your bones, a chaotic counterpoint to the unease churning within you. The crowded club, once a beacon of escape, now felt like a suffocating cage, each pulsating beat a reminder of your misplaced hope. You knew parties weren't your forte, the cacophony and forced interactions a far cry from your comfort zone. Yet, here you were, seeking solace in the din, a desperate attempt to drown out the deafening silence of your own heart. Your gaze, like a moth drawn to a flame, flickered towards Han Jisung. The object of your silent affection, the boy who'd occupied your daydreams for longer than you cared to admit. Yet, your interactions were a constant push-and-pull, a dance of unspoken tension and veiled barbs. Seeing him now, surrounded by a flock of admirers, a bitter pang of envy twisted your gut. The heady mix of alcohol and disappointment threatened to overwhelm you. Just as you contemplated escape, another voice, smooth and saccharine, intruded your thoughts. You recognized the glint in his eyes, the practiced charm masking a predatory intent. You weren't naive, you knew his game, but the thought of succumbing to the distraction, of losing yourself in the fleeting euphoria, was almost tempting. But before you could play along, a familiar hand grasped your arm, pulling you away from the potential danger.

Han Jisung stood there, his expression a storm brewing behind his usual mask of indifference. "Are you stupid?" His voice was harsh, a jarring contrast to the club's intoxicating rhythm. The question, though blunt, held a surprising edge of concern. "What now, Jisung?" you snapped back, stung by his words. "Why don't you just mind your own business?" The loud music seemed to dim around you, replaced by the intensity of his gaze. His cologne, a familiar scent, filled your senses, grounding you in the chaos. His presence, imposing yet strangely comforting, made your head spin. "He obviously doesn't have any feelings for you," he stated, his voice low but firm. "He just wants something else. Are you too blind to see that?" His words, brutal but honest, pierced through the veil of denial you'd woven around your heart. "I know, okay?" you retorted, your voice choked with frustration. You yearned to escape, to drown his interference in the cacophony of the club, but his grip on your arm held you captive. "You said you knew," he repeated, his voice low but insistent. "Yet you still walked back in." You struggled against his hold, frustration burning in your throat. "Why do you care so much, Han Jisung?" you spat, your voice raspy with emotion. "Is there some other guy here you want to protect me from? Since when did you ever care about me?" The question, hurled like a weapon, hung heavy in the air.

You expected a smirk, a barbed retort, anything but the vulnerability that flickered across his face. He stepped closer, his hand finding your shoulder, a grounding touch in the swirling chaos. "I always care," he whispered, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Who said I never do? I only came here because I heard you were coming...to a party you hate." The music, once a pulsing assault on your senses, receded into a distant echo. Your own heart, a relentless drumbeat in your chest, "I wouldn't like it," he said, his voice a low rumble, each word a hammer blow to your carefully constructed facade. "I don't like it. I hate the thought of someone else…" He paused, his eyes searching yours, the vulnerability in their depths a stark contrast to his usual mask of indifference. "I hate the thought of someone else doing you wrong." The melody of his words, stripped bare of pretense, hit you differently "Let's just go home," he continued, his voice softer now, a gentle plea in his eyes. "You shouldn't be here. You should be somewhere…comfortable. Somewhere you can wear something that makes you feel cute, not…this." He gestured towards your outfit, the once-confident fabric suddenly feeling like a flimsy shield against his scrutiny. "They're going to stare a hole through you here," he added, his voice laced with a quiet anger you hadn't known resided within him.

Felix

The air in the cramped dressing room felt thick with whispers and disapproval, a suffocating miasma that clung to your skin despite the icy blast of the air conditioner. Being a model, you were supposed to be immune to such scrutiny, your confidence honed like a diamond under pressure. Yet, here you were, feeling as small and fragile as a porcelain doll under the harsh glare of a thousand unseen eyes. Felix, your runway partner, was a study in stark contrast. Golden sunlight seemed to follow him like a halo, his chiseled features and sculpted physique the epitome of runway perfection. But to you, he was a storm cloud, his constant scowl and barely-there grunts a testament to his displeasure. You knew the whispers – how you, with your 'average' beauty, were a misstep in his flawless stride, a blemish on his pristine reputation. It stung, even though you hadn't begged for this partnership. You finished your makeup with a trembling hand, the image of Felix's laser-like gaze burning into your memory. From the moment you'd entered the room, his eyes had been fixed on you, a silent accusation hanging in the air. Now, with the call of the staff to cancel the show due to 'unfavorable audience reactions,' you felt a surge of defiance. This was your moment, your chance to break free from the suffocating expectations and malicious whispers.

But then, a voice like warm thunder sliced through the room. It was Felix, his usual monotone replaced by a fiery intensity. "Why do you think I want to cancel all of this?" he roared, his eyes blazing with a newfound determination. "I don't want to cancel. I don't want to change my partner." The room fell silent, the whispers replaced by a stunned gasp. Felix, the epitome of aloof perfection, was standing up for you, defying the invisible hand of public opinion. The air crackled with disbelief, a tangible shockwave emanating from Felix's pronouncement. "It's Y/N or no one," his voice boomed, shattering the suffocating silence of the cramped dressing room. It was a declaration, a defiant strike against the whispers and doubts that had been swirling around you like a noxious cloud. Every eye in the room turned to you, then back to Felix, their faces a mask of stunned surprise. "Stop talking bad about Y/N," he commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated in the room like a tuning fork. "This person is a perfect model, always shining in every shoot. Just do your job and promote us properly like how you guys need to do." He, the golden god of the runway, the one who'd perfected the art of icy indifference, was standing before you, his hand resting nonchalantly in his pocket.

"It's weird hearing you say that," you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "You've always seemed...irrational, at best, with me." Felix chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine despite its familiarity. He looked away for a moment, his gaze flitting to his shoes, then back to you, a hesitant smile playing on his lips. "No one else gets to talk bad about you," he muttered, his voice husky with an unfamiliar emotion. "Only me." His words, though laced with playful possessiveness, held a surprising tenderness. You felt a warmth bloom in your chest, a fragile flame flickering to life amidst the ashes of doubt. In that moment, the room seemed to shrink, the throng of people fading into the periphery. It was just you and him, two souls adrift in a sea of stunned silence. "Besides," he continued, his gaze drifting to the wall clock, "you really are the best model I've ever seen. No one could say anything like that about you. You deserve better. Don't let them define you." He took your hand, his touch a spark that ignited a fire within you. "Be ready for the shoot," he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Then, let's get lunch together. My treat."

Seungmin

The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with unshed tears and Seungmin's blunt words. Each sob felt like a jagged piece of your heart breaking away, the sting of betrayal raw and bitter on your tongue. Seungmin's voice dripped with disdain as he sipped his tea, his every word a barbed arrow aimed at your heartbreak. "Stupidity," he scoffed, "believing someone like him. Crying for a man who wouldn't even blink if you vanished tomorrow." He placed the cup down with a clatter, a harsh counterpoint to your choked sobs. "Shut up, Seungmin!" you spat, the tears burning your cheeks. "If you're just here to twist the knife, then get out." He rolled his eyes, the familiar sass laced with a cold fury. "Always the drama queen," he drawled, snatching the remote and blasting the TV. "Wasting your tears on someone who doesn't deserve them, on someone who's already forgotten your name. What could be a bigger waste?" You scrubbed your face raw with your sleeve, sobs wracking your body. "So who should I waste them on then? Someone like you, who relishes in my pain?" The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Seungmin sat glued to the screen, a vacant stare masking any flicker of attention to the flickering images.

His words, a barbed whisper, cut through the silence, "No, if I could be him, I wouldn't make you cry." Your sobs, raw and echoing, painted a stark contrast to his stoicism. Tears traced red streaks down your cheeks, your eyes catching his, searching for a hint of the warmth that usually resided behind his gaze. "Because I'm not as stupid as him," he continued, his voice a low rumble, "to fail someone I wanted to be with." His words were a bombshell, sending ripples through your tear-streaked world. You had never witnessed this vulnerability from him, accustomed only to the mask of annoyance he wore as your roommate. Silence stretched, thick and heavy, as you processed the unexpected confession. "Are you insane, Seungmin?" you choked out, disbelief lacing your voice, "You're talking nonsense." You reached for the cup of tea he had placed beside you, its warmth a small comfort against the storm within. His gaze, heavy and unwavering, remained fixed on you, a silent interrogation. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I must be out of my mind to feel this way." His words hung in the air, a fragile admission of a truth he could no longer deny.

The remote clattered onto the sofa, a jarring contrast to the soft murmur of the TV. You winced at the unexpected sound, but his next words were far more startling. "You're right," he said, his voice rough but strangely tender. "I'm glad you're not with him anymore." He still didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on some unseen point across the room. "It means...maybe I have a chance." Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes meeting yours. The sight of your tear-streaked face, though, seemed to freeze him. The air crackled between you and Seungmin, electric with the sting of miscommunication and hurt. Your voice, raw from denial, rasped out, "This is not the time for your stupid jokes, Kim Seungmin." It was a desperate attempt to shield yourself, to find some semblance of logic in the chaos, because Seungmin, the one who usually held your world together, was suddenly a stranger offering hollow words. "You always refuse to see me," he sighed, his voice low, a tremor of vulnerability beneath the surface. "Maybe I'm not your ideal, the knight in shining armor you dream about. But can't you, even for a moment, look at me differently? The way you look at everyone else, with that open heart and curious eyes?"

Jeongin

The air crackled around you, thick with disbelief and a sudden, unexpected twist. Prom night, the culmination of a thousand whispered fantasies, had always seemed a distant galaxy, something you dreamt of but never truly expected to touch. Yet, here it was, manifesting in the form of a nervous, stumbling classmate, his voice tripping over words as he extended an invitation tinged with hope. Before your mind could catch up, a familiar scent invaded your senses, a grounding presence against the swirling confusion. Jeongin, your ever-present shadow, materialized beside you, his hand a warm anchor on your shoulder. His voice, usually a playful rasp, held a steely edge as he spoke, cutting through the awkward tableau. "I'm sorry, my dear friend," he said, his gaze unwavering as it pierced through the boy in front of you, "but this y/n is going to prom with me." The world tilted on its axis. Your breath caught in your throat, a kaleidoscope of emotions warring within you. A pang of sympathy for the retreating boy, his disappointment etched on his back, mingled with the spark of defiance ignited by Jeongin's audacity. "What the hell is going on in your head, Yang Jeongin?" you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Hello to you too," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement, even as you attempted to shove his hand off your shoulder. The gesture, though meant to be firm, felt oddly futile against his unwavering presence.

"Can you just let me breathe freely for one day, Jeongin?" you pleaded, your voice laced with exasperation. He hummed, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine despite its seeming nonchalance. Leaning back against the locker beside you, he folded his arms across his chest, a picture of infuriating serenity. "I can't," he replied, his voice a smooth whisper that seemed to burrow directly into your ear. You slammed your locker shut with a resounding bang, the metallic clanging a poor excuse for the thunderous roar in your own head. The deliberate act blocked his view, a flimsy shield against the storm brewing inside you. As you rifled through your belongings, stuffing textbooks and notebooks into their designated slots, Jeongin's nonchalant presence loomed large. "So, you really wanted to see me go to prom by myself, huh?" you spat, the words tumbling out like bitter fruit. "Is that your idea of a good time? Watching me wallow in my own social awkwardness?" You slammed your locker shut, the metal echoing in the quiet hallway like a thunderclap. Your gaze finally met Jeongin's, and the unexplainable expression clouding his face made your heart stutter. "Do you really hate me that much?" your voice came out raw, each word a shard of doubt scraping against your throat.

He took a step closer, his body blocking your path, creating a silent barrier between you and the anonymous freedom of the hallway. "I never said I wanted you to go to prom alone," his voice deepened, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I wanted to be the one walking beside you, the one you laughed with under the disco ball. The one who gets to see that dazzling smile reserved for no one else." He paused, his hand resting in his pocket, a nervous habit you knew all too well. "And who said I hate you? It's not even in my vocabulary, okay? Stop with these scenarios you keep conjuring up. Just accept the fate you're stuck with – me. I'm not letting you go to prom with anyone else, and that's final." The shrill cry of the school bell pierced the air, shattering the fragile bubble you'd woven around yourself and Jeongin. His smirk widened, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he took in your flustered expression. It was a sight he relished, the way your cheeks flushed a delicate pink, your brows furrowed in a picture of adorable confusion. "Lost in your daydreams again, pretty?" he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "If you don't want to be late for class, it might be a good idea to trade that frown for a sprint."

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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Recommendation List 💛

~ welcome to my rec list for stray kids! I’ll have sfw and nsfw fics in different sections!😌 please feel free to find something to read and show these writers some love!! if you would like my opinion on a fic, I have reblogged all of them with my love and appreciation and will provide a link to said reblog which will be this ✩! I hope you are having a lovely day/night💛 (don’t forget to reblog the fics you like) This list is updated everyday!

Stray Kids💛

~ Bang Chan

*SFW

✧ six seconds ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ galanthus girl ▸ @thevampywolf ✩

✧ what’s yours is mine ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ lover of mine ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩ ✩

✧ stations and destinations ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ opposites attract ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

*NSFW

✧ purple flame ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ runaway princess ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ legendary ▸ @lavenderbexlatte ✩ ✩

✧ falling rain ▸ @staytheword ✩

✧ for reasons wretched and divine ▸ @noramoons ✩

✧ the color of water ▸ @lixesque ✩

~ Lee Minho

*SFW

✧ little paw ▸ @violet211221 ✩

✧ flustered ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ dear minho, have you ever felt love before? ▸ @sungbeam ✩

✧ cursed ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ cursed pt2 ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ kitty love ▸ @linovely ✩

✧ written on paper ▸ @starseungs ✩

*NSFW

✧ iridescent ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

✧ bunny ▸ @tasteleeknow-remade ✩

✧ euphoria ▸ @cherrydumpling ✩

✧ it’s high tide, baby. ▸ @lettersfromaphrodite ✩

~ Seo Changbin

*SFW

✧ between the lines ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ showstopper ▸ @mxxndreams ✩

✧ too many feelings ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

*NSFW

✧ under your skin preview▸ @kwanisms ✩

✧ finding comfort in autumn ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ respite ▸ @fizzydrink698 ✩

✧ good luck charm ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ prompt fic ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

~ Hwang Hyunjin

*SFW

✧ up all night ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

✧ 11:11pm ▸ @starseungs ✩

✧ goodnight n go ▸ @cosmic-railwayxo ✩ ✩ ✩

✧ sunshowers in spring ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ traditions ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

*NSFW

✧ solve for ex (tell me why) ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ honeyed milk ▸ @straywrds ✩

✧ come here ▸ @hh0320 ✩

✧ watercolor ▸ @jinhyun ✩ ✩ ✩

~ Han Jisung

*SFW

✧ paper airplanes ▸ @portalhan ✩

✧ kyoto ▸ @quokkacore ✩

*NSFW

✧ accidental ▸ @binsmut ✩

~ Lee Felix

*SFW

✧ omg ▸ @teacasket ✩

✧ groupie love ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ pinky promise ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ cookie taste tester ▸ @caseiloveu ✩

✧ one night stand ▸ @lixieswritingbakery ✩

✧ dirty blood ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ beauty and the beast ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

*NSFW

✧ skyway avenue ▸ @chvnnie ✩

~ Kim Seungmin

*SFW

✧ study date ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ closed books ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ crybaby ▸ @sensitiveandhungry ✩

✧ spider-min ▸ @caseiloveu ✩

✧ sleepy seungmin ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ closer than friends ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ [7:22 pm] ▸ @blue-jisungs ✩

*NSFW

~ Yang Jeongin

*SFW

✧ lead and chase ▸ @lixesque ✩

✧ 24 to 25 (to26) ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ ask fic ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

✧ star lost ▸ @nomniki ✩

✧ the thought of you ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ sunshine in my eyes ▸ @plutominho ✩

✧ dandelions ▸ @tinyyzz ✩

✧ by the blooms ▸ @macaroonff ✩

*NSFW

~ ot8

*SFW

*NSFW

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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like literally, me too. i remember one of the boys said that when changbin joined 3racha, both chan and han were basically side eyeing him, cause ‘who is this short, angry guy’

or chan was helping jeongin to learn dance moves, so he could debut with skz

or han jisung being an attention seeker with crippling need for recognition

or rich boy felix coming from australia to korea with the same attitude and fashion sense he had back home, all golden chains and an expensive watch

or the insurmountable amount of times each one of them fought with another and it ended in tears

even in the last kids room, just the idea of a young, quiet hyunjin looking up to the person he considers to be the sexy know-it-all adult, just being chan, who literally knows nothing himself

i eat it up like ramen

i always forget chan is like three years older than most of the group. and when you’re talking 18/19 vs 15/16, that’s such a massive gap.

the amount of side-eyeing in the early days must have been ridiculous. you’ve got changbin just wandering his way into 3racha less than a year after he joins the company, felix and all his bling combined with a big culture/language barrier, the hyunjin/jisung blood feud, fucking minho coming in with a BTS tour under his belt.

and then jeongin and seungmin just chilling in the back, watching the drama.

juicy stuff. gimme a jype euphoria show, plz n thnx

#hey there anon 👋

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allthingsroleplay · 2 years

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The site my character Adam is in, is an trio era HP site with Soulmates as a plot point, set after the war with Voldemort ended. Adam is an Unspeakable working in the department of Mysteries, Love Division, and his life’s work is basically to find out as much about the Soulmark and how to change/affect it as he can. The face is Lee Minho aka Lee Know. Link to his profile HERE

Adam has been experimenting on the soulmark and consequently his soulmate, which is the character this wanted is for, for a few years now, and taking notes on how it affects the guy. They have never met so he does it by basically stalking him and seeing his behavior. The soulmate, lets call him MJ, has been affected by these experiments in multiple ways. Dream Sharing, getting sick, pain, euphoria, etc. MJ is the sort of person to smile through adversity and try to keep positive but admittedly things have been rough for him. Still, he tries his best and hasn’t broken down like others might have in his place. This fascinates Adam, who’s not a psycho, I swear (except maybe a bit), and will eventually make him want to meet MJ. First, with the excuse of observing him closer, and then because he’s actually into him. MJ will need to be the sort of person that can stand up for himself but also who will eventually forgive Adam for all the harm he’s done to him, or at least fall in love with him enough that he can overlook it. Yes, it’s toxic, but it works for them. < The rest of his history is up to you. The suggested face is Han Jisung, but it’s actually completely open, just run it by me please.

#premium jcink #character request #harry potter rpg

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rpgadverts · 2 years

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#jcink #harry potter rp

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leefelex · 5 years

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I can't believe skz wakes up everyday just being that beautiful like what

#im still in euphoria #skz does that to me #uwu #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #kay is a dumb dumb

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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try hard — h.js

description. in which han jisung is trying too hard again. | track #5 of the youngblood playlist.

pairing. guitarist!han jisung x gender-neutral reader

genre. angst, one-sided pining, band!au

warnings. none

word count. 0.6k

notes. turns out i’m still capable of writing angst. happy new year, everyone! | taglist: @lixesque @dominonation @subways-stuff @lixiesbabyhands @jensrose @rae-blogging @cavaree @dalkom-han

Jisung finds you almost too easily the second he’s standing on the little elevation near the front of the bar. You were propped on a high stool close to one of the pillars keeping the ceiling from falling, hidden in the shadows as the lights dim to bring focus to the stage. And he’s glad that you’re there, even after you tricked him into thinking you couldn’t make it with an excuse that he now knows was fabricated.

Little did he know that he’ll be spending the rest of the performance wishing that you weren’t.

Because it was his show you were coming for, and his invitation that you took. It was his word with the bouncer that let you slip into the restobar without much interrogation. You showed up for him, or at least that’s what he told himself the second he caught your eyes in the darkened room. The same thought echoes over when you flash him a bright smile, when you clap with the audience, when you cheer him on after they finish their first song

That was about it for him. Because in the next song, your eyes are passing through him almost like he’s transparent — as if he’s not on the stage at all. They wander over to the back like they always do whenever you watch them practice for their performances. And he doesn’t get why all his attention is hyper-fixated on only one person when there was a crowd of half a hundred watching him. But it’s you his eyes are on and turning away from you has never been an easy task. Never has, probably never will be.

In a subtle little way, he mirrors you. His gaze is glued on you the same way yours is glued to the guy a few feet behind him; the one crashing cymbals and rolling drums, the one you never shut up about when you’re with him, the real reason why you’re here in the first place. If you weren’t friends long before the band formed, he’d think you were only befriending him just to get closer to their drummer, Minho.

Then he’s strumming a little too fast again, both pick and finger brushing the strings with enough force to make his fingertips sting. From his periphery he catches the bassist glare at him, doubling the other boy’s work to keep the pace steady just because he couldn’t keep his mind straight. So he snaps himself into focus, tearing his eyes away even when it requires an effort to carry out, locking eyes with anyone in the crowd. Anyone but you because you weren’t looking his way anyway.

In minutes their time’s up and they’re being ushered off the stage. Downstage he’s greeted by strangers and performers alike, praised for the skills he had with so little experience under his belt and whispered a couple of other backhanded compliments. But it doesn’t amount to anything, not until you come up to congratulate them. There is a moment of brief euphoria when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace out of habit for being friends for too long. Yet in seconds you’re moving past him, moving faster through the other members, and then you’re in front of Minho — where conversations are easy and laughter is light, where clicking together is no easier than piecing together two jigsaw pieces meant to be beside each other.

In the dim light of the bar, your eyes seem to shimmer as you talk with the older boy. And that’s where it finally hits him that in all the years he’d known you, you never looked at him that way. Not now and probably not ever.

His heart sinks but he can’t show it. Not here where there’s a chance you’d see how the moment is shattering him because he doesn’t have it in him to be happy for you. Not here where the others would notice the drop in the atmosphere when they’re supposed to be happy after a successful gig.

So he averts his gaze because he can’t bear to watch any longer and he makes peace with the thought that maybe he is trying too hard in a game of chances. And maybe it was about time he stopped gambling.

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bubblelixie · 3 years

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BUBBLELIXIE’S MASTERLIST <333

started: 03/08/2021

last updated: 12/27/2021

new masterlist: coming soon

kc’s lovely anon list <3

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

smut - 🍒

mature (not smut related) - 🖤

fluff - 🧸

angst - ⛓

other - ⚡️

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

stray kids:

bang chan:

hard dom chan - 🍒

soft dom chan - 🍒

yellow - 🧸

boy in a screen - ⛓

stay - ⛓

together - chanlix - ⛓🖤

together pt.2 - chanlix - ⛓🖤

wanna tell me about that dream? - 🍒

[11:11] - 🍒

[19:35] - 🧸

im sorry - 🍒🧸⛓

insomnia - ⛓

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

lee know:

the end - 🖤

lee know w/ breeding kink - 🍒

lee know buying you heart fluttering cat ears - 🧸

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

seo changbin:

don’t be shy - 🍒

[11:35] - 🍒

tease - 🍒

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

hwang hyunjin:

uncover my love - hyunlix - 🍒🖤🧸

pretty when you cry - 🍒

mine - 🍒

griptape - hyunin

the accident

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

han jisung:

just five more minutes - 🧸

han jisung with inexperienced s/o - 🍒🧸

[7:45] - 🍒

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

lee felix:

uncover my love - hyunlix - 🍒🖤🧸

kitty hybrid! felix as your bf - 🍒🧸

soft dom felix - 🍒

enjoy your little present - 🍒

what’s on your mind? - 🍒🧸

yongbokkie - 🍒

subby lix -🍒🧸

keep the mic on - 🍒🧸

not so funny now (keep the mic on continued) - 🍒

i wanna count the freckles on your face - 🧸

can you sit on my face? - 🍒

euphoria - 🍒🧸

let me take care of you - 🍒🧸

[1:31] - 🍒

[5:55] - 🧸

shower sex with felix - 🍒🧸

colorblind

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

kim seungmin:

you feel that? - 🍒

lady i’m a lesbian - ⚡️

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

yang jeongin:

bite me - 🍒

griptape - hyunin

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

time stamps:

[11:35] - s.cb - 🍒

[7:45]- h.js - 🍒

[1:31] - l.f - 🍒

[5:55] - l.f - 🧸

[11:11] - b.c - 🍒

[19:35] - b.c - 🧸

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

optional bias:

beautiful stranger - 🧸

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ﾟ.*･

note: this masterlist is not set in stone,, i will be writting for other groups in the future <3

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kimsohn · 2 years

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8.45 pm . han jisung x gn!reader about . 517 words, fluff warnings . kissing (?)

jisung doesn’t know why he agreed to this.

he’s sitting on the bed in front of you, playing with the bedsheets nervously as you stare at him with curious eyes, awaiting his instructions. a million thoughts are running through his mind, the biggest one being ‘you’re so fucked’.

because, who in their right mind would ask to be taught how to .. how to kiss ?

now he has to suffer the repercussions of staring at your lips every five seconds and suddenly noticing how soft and pillowy they are, or how the way your eyes glimmer like twinkling diamonds, or how pretty your hair is and how nice it would feel under his touch as he slips his fingers through it while exchanging breaths with you—

yeah. he most definitely is fucked.

“sungie?” jisung hears, and he nods in response, pushing away his not-so-nice thoughts and shifting his gaze toward your face (for the millionth time, probably). “it’s okay if you don’t want to do this, i know it’s a weird request and if you don’t want to then i could just ask hyunj—”

“NO!”

you still in surprise, and you notice a somewhat similar expression on jisung’s face, the tips of his ears tinted red and a hand outstretched towards you, as if he doesn’t want you to leave.

“i mean like, why would you want to bother hyunjin? it’s okay, i can help you.”

he laughs awkwardly (or nervously? you can never tell with jisung) as he shifts closer to you, and suddenly, you’re hyperaware of his pretty lashes and fluffy black hair. and you’re most definitely aware of his lips; very pretty lips, ones that you could find yourself kissing for hours and hours—

yeah, you’re fucked too.

“um so,” you squeak as you find he’s shifted closer than before, “how exactly am i supposed to . do this?”

he lets out a small giggle (and at this point your heart has gone haywire, but so has his), and he reaches out to softly cup the side of your chin, tilting it upwards a bit.

“it’s quite simple y/n, you just kind of pucker your lips a little, but honestly, i think you’ll get in the flow of it when you actually kiss someone. don’t set expectations for it being perfect because a first kiss is always kind of awkward, so it’s okay for it to be messy and stuff.”

he notices that you’re quite still, and grows a little anxious, wondering if his rambling got the best of him again. “did you get that y/n, or should i—”

his mind goes blank as your lips meet his. they’re soft and pillowy like he’d noticed, but the feeling is a dozen times better than he’d ever envisioned. you press softly against him for a fleeting second, and then you pull away, the feeling of fuzzy euphoria against his lips leaving along with you.

“like that sungie?” you whisper, watching jisung stare intensely at you, lost in some sort of trance.

“yeah,” he breathes, “just like that baby”.

and his lips are on yours.

#jisung #han jisung #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #repost #other grps

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koos-euphoria · 3 years

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what do u think making out with skz is like🥺? like fluff and also nsfw 😳

stray kids/reader | smut | 18+ | headcanon

wordcount: 2K

warnings: making out, dry humping, spanking, hair pulling, teasing, degradation.

notes: there is also sfw, soft versions for the ones who don’t like smut!!<3

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | sᴋᴢ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

Bang Chan:

SFW

soft and gentle kisser.

The rough pad of his thumb strokes your cheek with his thumb as your lips touch. His other other hand is placed around the back of your neck gently but secure.

Giggling against, he starts to get shy within the kiss, as his heart pounds inside his chest.

Pulling away, his ears turn red as he continues to giggle, before placing a soft peck on your temple.

He’s just really really soft and careful, the best boy🥺

NSFW

He’d be the complete opposite. Rough and dominant kisser.

Both of you sat next to one another he moves his face closer.

His hand grips onto your chin, keeping you where he wants you.

His tongue licks along your bottom lip, before slipping past them, the wet muscle exploring your mouth.

A moan leaves your throat as he swallows it down.

His free hand grips onto the soft flesh of the back of your thighs, pulling you up to straddle him. Sliding his fingers up by the fingertip, tickling you, he stops at your hips, encouraging you to grind on his lap.

Lee Minho:

SFW

A playful but slightly shy and soft kisser.

You’re both chilling on your bed cuddling, your head on his chest as his fingers gently play with your hair.

The movie you were watching plays a romantic kissing scene, and it makes you blush at the lovey dovey gooeyness of it.

Looking up at Minho, unable to hide the fact you’re staring at his pretty pink lips. Of course he notices as his lips pull into a smirk.

“Want a kiss baby? Hm” he whispers as he squishes your cheek. You whine, pushing his hand away and Minho laughs lightly. Placing a hand under your chin his own cheeks heat up, and you smile softly at the sight of him getting shy himself.

Leaning down he gently places his lips on yours as his eyes flutter shut.

Wrapping both arms around you he pulls you closer before breaking the kiss, rubbing the tip of your noses together.

NSFW

Playful for sure teases you a lot. A rough and possessive kisser.

Minho hovers over your frame, movie long forgotten about, as filthy words spill from his kiss swollen mouth.

“Hm, more kisses? You should beg first little kitten. Sound so pretty when you beg for me.” His hand takes both of your wrists in his palm, forcing you to arch your back pushing your chest into his as he holds them behind your back, then forcing a leg between your thighs.

“P-please Minho, want more.” You beg. And he chuckles. “My little kitty, is so cute.” He whispers before his lips are back onto yours. The kiss filled with tongue and teeth as he claims you.

You both groan as you begin to erratically grind on his thigh.

Seo Changbin:

SFW

So mfing shy, definitely a shy kisser.

Changbin looks at his shoes, unable to look you in the eyes after your first date. His cheeks dusted with a slight pink tint.

He shuffles from foot to foot as you both stand outside your front door. “Well goodnight y/n, I’ll text you.” Changbin says gently, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his sudden change, used to the out going loud changbin.

Stepping forward you slide your palms up his chest until you reach his neck. The movement making him finically look up and into your eyes.

His own sparkle as you smile at him. Leaning forward you brush your lips again this, waiting for him to close the gap, and he does.

Pushing his lips against yours gently, giggling as he begins to smile, because his hearts fluttering like crazy🥺

NSFW

Far from shy, a messy kisser.

Taking him into your house after the sweet kiss began to escalate, unable to keep your hands of one another, he pushes you against the front door as soon as it’s closed.

His eyes find yours, his pupils expanded as you almost drown in them, before his lips touch yours quickly.

Pulling away he takes the plump flesh of your bottom lip, playfully biting it, making you moan. His lips twitch as he smirks at you.

His hands move from your hips up to your breast cupping them in his palms he punches your nipple trough the Material of your thin top.

“No bra, dirty girl.” He groans, placing his mouth on your neck, licking and sucking purple hickeys, as he continues to play with your breasts.

Hwang Hyunjin:

SFW

A passionate and romantic kisser.

Hyunjin gently slides his hand on your cheek, while the other around your waist, pulling you closer under his chest touching.

You both begin to soak as the rain continues to pour down on you both. Smiling gently he leans down to place a light peck on your pink lips.

He giggles softly as he hears you gasp, Leaning back down he kisses you more deeply, just soft plump lips working against your own.

Pulling away, you both pant heavily, looking at one another as you both become shy, Hyunjin giggles gently as he ticks your wet hair behind your ear.

Taking advantage of the sweet moment, his hand that’s wrapped around you moves to tickle you, making you laugh with him.

NSFW

Still very passionate but is more rougher.

Laying in the back seat of Hyunjin’s car, with his palm on your face, thumb slightly under chin as he holds it in place.

Your mouths pressed together, as he pushes his tongue in your mouth, tongue dominating your own. His other hand is on your ass, playfully squeezing and spanking the flesh.

Your legs wraps around his torso as he grinds his clothed cock against your pussy, underwear sticking to your folds.

Little whimpers and moans escape from you as he swallows them down.

Your hands buried in his hair as you pull on the roots making hyunjin pull away with a groan. “You look so fucked out, baby, and all we’ve done is kiss.”

Han Jisung:

SFW

Man would be so flirty before the kiss, a secretly shy kisser.

“mm, baby, I know you wanna kiss me.” Jisung teases, his breath fanning over your face as your cheeks heat up.

Pushing a stray stand of hair out of your face, he giggles. “C’mon all you have to do is ask baby.” He tease further, and you whine slightly, before squeaking out a small. “Please.”

That was all it took for Jisung to blush himself, hoping you don’t notice as he places his lips gently against yours.

He can’t hold the small giggle as he feels you hands shakily reach up and into his hair. Pulling away, his fingers press against his now red lips, the flesh tingling slightly from the kiss.

“Wow.” He whispers, his eyes wide and sparkling. It’s your turn to giggle as you can’t help but find him adorable.

he’s just so soft🥺

NSFW

Still is very flirty, but of course also very filthy.

Hearing you giggle at him, making him pause. Almost like a switch his face becomes more darker.

His hand slides up to your neck, his hand laying the, not squeezing but that feeling of it placed there is enough to have your giggling stop and your body squirming slightly.

Your lips part, as your pupils expand. “Oh, you like that? What if I squeeze slightly?” He teases, his fingers tighten around your neck and you whine, hips moving on their own, grinding against Jisung’s crotch.

“P-please.” You whimper. Tongue coming out to wet your lips, and Jisung smirks. “Please what? Does my baby want another kiss?” Where?” He asks, his free hand moving to your lips running the tip of his finger along it.

“Here?” He questions, but before you could answer you moves his fingers away, placing them under you skirt and on your cunt.

His finger tip running up and down your slit, making you moan. “Or here.”

Lee Felix:

SFW

oh this boy is not shy when it comes to this, he will just kiss you outta no where. A confident kisser.

You were In the middle of baking together, but Felix couldn’t help it, he thought you were adorable with your tongue sticking slightly out in concentration as you measure out the sugar.

Forgetting - or actually not caring about the flower that’s on his hands as he places his palms on your cheeks, as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, turning his head slightly making it slightly deeper.

You hum, and he pulls away your hand coming up on its own accord as you touch your lips, panting with wide eyes as you look at him in awe.

Felix couldn’t hold In his coo, heart stuttering in his chest as he thinks you’re the cutest.

“You’re cute, even with flower all over you.” He giggles as he grabs onto your waist pulling you into him.

NSFW

Still a very bold and confident kisser.

You both ended up forgetting about the baking altogether as Felix pins you between him and the counter.

His lips never breaking away from yours as his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand grip his shirt, making creases in it as he dominates you.

Whining into his mouth as one of his hands move under your shirt, pulling up your bra as he plays with you breast.

While the other pushing under the waistband on you underwear, waiting no time as he plays with you cunt.

Loving the way you melt like putty in his palms.

Kim seungmin:

SFW

He’s a mix of bold and shy

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was something about the way you talk so passionately that just makes him want to kiss you.

Not being bold enough to just do it he, speaks over you, stopping you in the middle of your sentence as he burst out, “can I kiss you?”

Surprised you pause for a second letting the question sink in before nodding your head. And seungmin smiles, before he pulled you in for a kiss.

Internally - inside his head; he air punches, living for the feeling of you melting into him.

NSFW

Very bold, rough and messy kisser.

Pulling away his eyes are a lot darker, emotions swirling within them as they pin you in place.

Seungmin doesn’t ask this time, as he pulls you into him again, placing his mouth on your own. He begins Whispering naughty stuff onto your lips, while he continues to kiss you.

“I bet your little cunt is soaked right now, hm.” Unable to hold the smirk, on his at the way you shiver at his words.

His fingers trail up your bare thighs and under your skirt reaching until he reaches your bare cunt.

Hissing through his teeth he curses. “No panties? Dirty little slut.”

Yang Jeongin:

SFW

Shy gentle baby who still can’t help but tease you.

A mix of feelings run through Jeongin as he prepares himself to kiss you.

“I’m not sure you want this kiss, huh?” He asks a small smile playing on his lips as you desperately ask again, for the fifth time, “please, kiss me.”

He stares at your pretty pink lips, unable to look at you in the eyes before he finally places his lips on yours.

His fingers come up to you hair as he plays with the soft strands, as a distraction, because of his stupid heart flutters.

Pulling away he couldn’t hold back the little giggle, feeling as if he’s on cloud 9.

NSFW

Rough but a tease.

Leaning in again, he lets his eyes flutter shut as he feels you melt into him.

A small whimper falls from you, and the noise goes straight to Jeongin’s cock. The muscle twitching as he aims to hear that noice again.

His ones soft grip turns more rougher as he takes your hair between his fingers, lightly tugging at the roots as he kisses you more deeply, tongue pushing into your mouth.

And you moan into his mouth cussing Jeongin to groan deeply.

His hips move on their own as he grinds his hard cock against your hip driving you wild.

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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han and Fem!Reader x Bang Chan

Warnings: language, explicit smut, cheating, indecent affairs, very rich Bang Chan who can be exceedingly arrogant, mentions of alcohol and smoking; aged up characters (especially Chan)

Word Count: 11K

Genre: Marriage AU; Romance AU; Indecent Proposal AU

Summary: You love your husband more than anything else in the world, but the two of you have been arguing lately about your struggling financial situation. Things seem bleak until one night when your husband’s new boss makes you both an offer that you can’t afford to refuse.

A/N: If you’ve seen the movie “Indecent Proposal,” then you know how this goes, but I put my own little spin on the classic! Please enjoy!!

“Are you happy, Y/N?”

It was a deceiving question, basic in its premise and expectation, but you couldn’t help but falter at the unexpected doubt coloring your vision.

“I guess,” you said.

But why shouldn’t you be? You were in your prime, employed as a freelance writer, and married to your high school sweetheart,

Oh, wait...How could you forget?

You were also preparing to turn thirty-years-old in less than a week, your job wasn’t delivering stable work, and you and your husband had been arguing about the single-digit amount of savings in your join account since last year.

“That’s good to hear,” your therapist said, and you nodded even though it felt misplaced.

You both knew that it was bullshit, but since this was the last session you could afford together, your therapist was clearly trying to use up the rest of your time to her advantage. Maybe it was for the best since you hated seeing her face every Sunday afternoon.

“Jisung and I are going to Vegas with his company,” you said, startling yourself with the unexpected confession.

“That’s interesting,” your therapist said, leaving the “considering how bad off the two of you are” to fill the empty silence. “I hope you have fun. Take some time to reconnect with him.”

Because surely she had heard enough of you complaining about how your husband could turn into the world’s biggest asshole sometimes when things weren’t going his way. Or when the easy parts of your personal life were feeling far too stressful to be considered healthy. “It’s nice to get away,” you decided to say in place of anything less amiable.

“Feel free to reach out if you ever need me,” your therapist continued, offering you her business card.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from her with a sigh. “I guess that’s it then.”

“For now,” your therapist agreed, and you left the sterile-white building feeling more burdened than when you had arrived.

It was late when you got home, and you were even more exhausted than usual, laying next to Jisung in bed as soon as you had changed into comfortable night clothes.

“Do you want to fuck?” Jisung asked later on, taking off his reading glasses to look over at you as you concentrated hard on balancing next month’s budget, including all the money you had put aside for Jisung’s company retreat.

“Not right now,” you said.

“Whatever,” Jisung grumbled, and you ignored the pain in your heart as he turned around to face away from you, turning off his lamp to bathe half of the room in darkness.

“This is too important,” you tried to argue, but Jisung wasn’t listening, and it didn’t take long for him to start snoring.

But he never understood.

“Asshole,” you whispered, gathering your things to settle down in the living room instead. Where you continued working through the night, eyes glossing over from focusing on the numbers for too long, and you were drained the next morning, barely even comprehending Jisung leaving the house for work until you heard the car’s ignition from outside.

It was somewhat of a routine at this point, and you could feel the strain in your marriage, the distance between you and Jisung increasing the longer things continued to grow worse.

Your therapist would tell you to talk things out with him, but you really didn’t feel like arguing with your husband anymore. Instead, you pushed him out of your head and slept for a few more hours before getting up to start your freelance projects. It wasn’t anything difficult, and you finished most of the work by noon, leaving you to clean the house and wait by the phone in case a potential client called you with an assignment.

But the problem was the phone never rang, and you were hardly getting any work to support your shared household income.

It was a frequent point of contention, and Jisung had been begging you to take on a full-time position for months.

Maybe you should.

Maybe it would make him happier.

But why did it feel like his happiness was always prioritized over your own?

Damn, you were starting to sound just like your former therapist.

“I made dinner,” you told him when he got home that evening, and even though it was obvious that he was wore-out, Jisung met you in the kitchen with a forced smile.

“It smells good,” he said, and there was a longing in his eyes, one that you also shared but could never fulfill.

And no amount of sex ever made it any better, but that sure as hell didn’t stop the two of you from trying to use it as an excuse to pretend that the problem didn’t exist elsewhere. “Shit, Sungie,” you gasped, nails digging into the smooth skin of his back as he fucked you on top of the counter, legs spread wide around his waist as he pummeled his hips into yours.

“Yes!” Jisung moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head as your tight walls constricted around his length - pure, velvet warmth. “God, you’re perfect.”

“Harder!” you cried, trying to meet each of his thrusts, but finding it impossible to touch his animalistic pace, brutally stretching your pussy around him. The good kind of stretch that left you gaping long after you both came, lingering throughout the night and well into the morning as you limped around the house.

It ached and hurt, persistent and demanding, but there was always a desire for more, even when it was impossible to fulfill those empty places. But that didn’t stop you from trying, winding your fingers through Jisung’s hair to pull him closer, smashing your mouths together for a brutal kiss that only served to stoke the flames of passion sparking between the two of you. Something hot and raunchy, delicious in the exchanges of precious oxygen and the thin cord of saliva that remained when Jisung pulled back to look at you. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, parting your thighs around his hips as he studied the place where he was driving his cock between the delicate folds of your swollen labia. “Look at how well you take me.”

“Please,” you whimpered, unsure as to what you wanted from him, but it was always too much and never enough.

“I want you to come first,” Jisung said, sucking the pad of his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down against your clit.

“Oh!” you gasped because the secondary stimulation was proving to be the necessary catalyst to unwind you from the inside, and you could feel your orgasm growing stronger by the second.

“That’s it, baby,” Jisung groaned, throwing back his head as he worked on moving his hips faster, thrusting his erection with as much power as he could manage while focusing on digging harsh circles against the tight little bud between your legs.

“Coming!” you cried, closing your eyes against the first wave of pleasure, moaning when Jisung lifted your legs higher around his waist, slamming his cock between your pulsating walls.

It was a divine high, the kind that left a deep impression, riding the euphoria of your orgasm until you could feel your heart practically vibrating against your chest, leaving you breathless and throbbing in the place where Jisung continued to grind his cock. “I’m close,” he said, grunting as his hips stuttered in place, and you watched him fall over you as a familiar warmth escaped from where his cock was softening.

“S’ good,” you managed around a deep breath, trying to bring yourself back to Earth.

“You’re always so good for me,” Jisung said, eyes glossy with lust as he parted your lips around his fingers.

You puckered your lips, sucking hard and leaving him groaning. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“I know, Y/N, and I love you,” Jisung said, holding himself up while panting over you, eyes dark and devoted.

“I love you too,” you replied on instinct, keeping him close while the two of you basked in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking.

One Week Later

It was raining at the airport, but you were in a good mood while following Jisung through the crowded terminal. “Are you excited?” he asked you once you stood in line to board the plane.

“Of course,” you replied, accepting his gentle kiss before he held out your tickets for the flight attendant.

But why shouldn’t you be? You had never been to Vegas before, and you were beyond excited for the trip, even if it had been painful to budget with your lousy combined incomes.

“I’m gonna treat you so good, baby,” Jisung whispered to you on the plane, finalizing his promise with another heart-stopping kiss.

“I love you,” you said, smiling when you heard the words in return.

It was always a promise that you could both keep, no matter how hard things got in your lives, and you could always rely on Jisung even when your own mind turned against you. Sure, it would be nice to have more financial stability, but the two of you would eventually achieve that goal, just as long as you kept working hard.

The idea of being happy all the time seemed impossible, and you were grateful for what you had, holding tightly to Jisung’s hand as he hailed down a taxi cab to take you to your hotel upon your arrival in Vegas.

“A couple’s retreat?” the driver asked when you were both settled inside.

“Something like that,” Jisung agreed, and it was half-way true, even if Jisung’s company was the main reason you were both enjoying the unfamiliar sights of the Vegas strip - blinding lights, crowded streets, and loud music. Everything was organized chaos, and you could see why so many people loved it.

“It’s beautiful,” you said to Jisung when your taxi cab arrived at your hotel.

“What do you want to do first?” Jisung asked, taking both of your suitcases as you led the way to check-in.

“Do you have to meet with your co-workers?” you asked, reminding yourself that this trip had a larger reason behind it.

“Not until the morning,” Jisung laughed, and he signed the copy of the room notice before dragging you to the elevators. “It’s you and me tonight, baby. Wanna check out the poker tables?”

You rolled your eyes because you both knew that Jisung had no idea how to play cards. “Looking around sounds nice.”

“Whatever you want,” Jisung promised, and after your things were settled in your lavish suite, he made good on escorting you around the impressive gambling floor - nothing but slot machines with bright color sequences and a vast expanse of tables with every kind of game you could want.

It was almost too much to look at, and you were grateful to focus on one thing when Jisung paused next to the craps table. “Do you want to try?” you asked, smirking at the curious look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before exchanging a twenty for some chips. “I’ll put it all on Pass.”

“Pass!” the dealer said, dragging Jisung’s chips closer. “Your roll.”

Jisung grabbed the dice from the table, bringing them closer to you with a smirk. “Kiss for good luck?”

You rolled your eyes, but entertained his request, brushing your lips against his knuckles before pulling back and watching him flick his wrist as the dice bounced across the table. “Seven!” the dealer announced, and you and Jisung were both surprised to win, watching as two piles of chips were pushed in your direction.

“Holy shit!” you gasped, and Jisung nodded his agreement, taking all the chips before bidding the dealer a good night. “Did you see that?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from giggling as Jisung pocketed the chips.

“I guess I have enough to treat you to a drink,” he said, and you followed him to the bar where he ordered you both something strong.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” you asked him, feeling far more jubilant than before as you downed most of the contents, wincing at the sting.

“You need to loosen up,” Jisung said. “I know you’ve been planning for the trip, so I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Cheers to that!” you said, tapping your glass against Jisung’s and enjoying the rest of your drink.

And for a while, you actually found yourself letting go of all the worries leading up to the vacation, drinking and laughing with your husband as you played on some of the slot machines and observed some of the more serious poker games.

The alcohol sat pleasantly on your stomach, and you were losing yourself to the buzz dulling most of your anxieties. “Jisung,” you said at one point, leaning closer to him as you sat together outside by the pool. “You look really good tonight.”

Jisung smiled, bringing you in for a kiss that turned heated despite the people surrounding you. “Slow down, baby,” Jisung said, breaking your exchange and ignoring your pout.

“Let’s go to the room,” you said, lowering your tone as you trailed one finger down his toned arm.

“Maybe later,” Jisung said, but he dangled the key in front of you. “If you want, then you can go upstairs.”

“You don’t want to come?” you asked with a pout.

“I’ve been watching,” Jisung admitted with a shrug. “I know we’ve been having a lot of problems with money, but I think I can take what we brought and turn it into enough to end most of our debt.”

“Jisung,” you said, sobering up in an instant. “What if you lose?”

“Don’t worry,” he said, and you could tell that he had already made up his mind. “I know when to stop.”

“Okay,” you agreed, but it was a reluctant acquiescence because you wanted nothing more than to have him in your arms. “I’ll see you later.”

“Have fun, baby,” Jisung said, and you frowned when he slid you his credit card. “Call room service and take care of yourself.”

“Sure,” you agreed, pocketing the card since you had no intention of using it. “Call me if you need anything.”

Jisung nodded, waving you off as he rose from his chair, and you watched with an overhanging sense of dread as he rejoined the crowded gambling room.

You waited for as long as you could, but midnight trickled by with no sign of your husband returning to the room.

Eventually, you must’ve fallen asleep from the excitement, and you only woke-up again the next morning when you attempted to reach out for Jisung in bed next to you, only to discover empty space.

“Sungie?” you said, filling the empty room with your voice.

But you could’ve sworn you had heard the door open at one point, so you dressed yourself and ventured out of the bedroom.

Your Vegas suite was fairly large, and the bedroom was connected to the main room by a narrow hallway with another room on the opposite end. Maybe Jisung had slept in the wrong room on accident?

It seemed plausible, until you heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen, and you quickly followed the noises to find your husband bent over the counter, head hanging low.

“Jisung, what’s wrong?” you asked, approaching your husband to soothe a hand down his back.

But you were completely unprepared for the way he began to lash out.

“I lost it, okay?” he snapped, jerking himself into an upright stance. “All the money we brought, I blew it on the slot machines.”

“Jisung-”

“Fuck, I can’t believe it!” Jisung shouted, interrupting your attempt to speak. “I was doing so well, and I didn’t even realize things were going bad until I almost used our bank card to pull out more money.”

You exhaled harshly, realizing that if Jisung had spent all of your money, then he also accessed some of your savings since you had brought extra cash in case of an emergency. “Oh my god.”

You stumbled back against the wall, holding your chest because you could feel the start of a panic attack taking root. But how else were you supposed to react to Jisung’s confession? He had spent all the money you would both need to pay rent and buy important necessities.

“This is so screwed up,” Jisung growled, rubbing a rough hand across his disheveled face.

“That was everything,” you said, swallowing hard as your detail-oriented brain attempted to come up with an alternative, but you saw no light on the other end.

“Y/N,” Jisung said, and his voice was calmer as he looked at you. “I’m so sorry. I thought I could make things better.”

“But you made them worse,” you said, closing your eyes against an onslaught of tears, feeling as if your entire world was crashing down around you.

“Baby, no,” Jisung said, hurrying over to catch you before your body crumbled to the floor. “We’ll be okay, you know? I can always take out a loan.”

“To pay for the other loans?” you asked in a much harsher tone that you usually reserved for your husband.

“I promise I’ll make it better,” Jisung said, and he groaned when his phone started ringing. “It’s my boss again. He wanted to meet me in his room this morning.”

Jisung silenced the call, holding your face between his hands. “I promise nothing bad will happen to us, and maybe I can ask my boss for an advance on my next paycheck to help cover expenses.”

Your brain knew better than that, understanding that one paycheck wouldn’t cover those lost savings, but this was Jisung. Your sweet and kind husband, and you didn’t feel like arguing. “Okay,” you said, accepting the gentle kisses he pecked along your wet lashes.

“We’ll figure this out,” Jisung said. “But let’s not worry about it until we get back home. Can you put some clothes on for me, baby? I want you to come meet my boss with me.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head as you allowed Jisung to lead you both back into the bedroom.

“Everything will be fine,” Jisung said, and you allowed him to delude your mind even though nothing could be further from the truth.

Jisung’s boss was a powerful man named Mr. Bang, and his net-worth made Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk pale in comparison.

You were nervous to meet him, and it didn’t help that you were still upset from earlier.

“Deep breaths,” Jisung instructed you when he knocked on Mr. Bang’s door. “Don’t worry about anything.”

It was easy for him to say since everything was his fault, but you swallowed down your anger and pasted on your best smile when the door opened - revealing an older gentleman with dark brown hair and eyes, wrinkles edging some of the corners of his features, exposing the effects of age.

But he was still undeniably handsome, and his eyes took a long moment to gloss over you. “Mr. Han,” Mr. Bang said, finally looking away from you. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course, sir,” Jisung said, placing his hand on your lower back as you were both invited inside. “It’s been a rough morning.”

“Oh?” Mr. Bang questioned, following you both into the main room. “Why is that?”

You held your breath when Jisung hesitated. “Just some money stuff.”

“Ah,” Mr. Bang acknowledged. “It’s personal.”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Jisung insisted, and Mr. Bang shrugged off his coat as he accepted the reassurance, reaching for a pack of cigars.

“Well, I’m excited to talk with you this morning. Would you both like to join me in the other room? I heard that Jisung enjoys playing pool.”

“Absolutely,” Jisung agreed with a smile - one that managed to disguise all the horrible realities that existed outside of this impeccable suite.

You took another deep breath, fixing a smile in place when Mr. Bang turned to look at you. “This must be your wife.”

“Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand for him, and trying not to feel disconcerted by the obvious interest in his gaze.

“Y/N,” he repeated, looking back ahead of himself as he brought you both into a far simpler room - sparsely furnished with the exception of the pool table in the middle of the area. “Do either of you mind if I smoke? It’s a bad habit.”

He chuckled at the end, waiting for your combined approval before lighting one of the cigars and bringing it to his lips.

“You’re welcome to go first,” Mr. Bang said, selecting one of the pool sticks against the wall. “I’d love to be informal with you.”

“That sounds great,” Jisung said, and you watched him bend over the table as he broke the balls at the center, sending them flying in all directions. “I was really honored to receive your invitation.”

“Were you?” Mr. Bang asked with a smile. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’re a bit of an enigma around the office, Mr. Bang,” Jisung said, and his boss chuckled in response.

“Please, call me Chan,” he continued, taking his turn at the table after Jisung missed his shot, cigar dangling from his lips. “How are you both enjoying Vegas?”

“I think we’re having a lot of fun,” Jisung said, and the response irritated you a little as you cleared your throat, nose wrinkling as some of the cigar smoke reached you.

“It’s quite beautiful,” you said, and Chan found your eyes after landing his first shot.

“Yes, it is,” he agreed. “You know, Jisung, you talk about me being an enigma around the office. Why is that?”

You flinched at the sound of the balls smashing together, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you focused on your husband. “Well,” Jisung shrugged. “I think it’s because you have so much more than the rest of us. Not that it’s a bad thing.”

“Really?” Chan asked, standing up straight as he shot you a knowing look. “You do have something that I don’t have.”

You found yourself blushing at the comment, and Jisung studied his boss with narrowed eyes. “I guess there’s a limit to what money can buy.”

“Not mine,” Chan said, putting out the cigar with a satisfied smirk. “I can afford anything.”

You didn’t like his attitude, finding yourself jumping into the conversation without being provoked. “Some things aren’t for sale,” you said, watching as Chan bent over the pool table once again.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Well, you can’t buy people,” you said, and he stood tall again with a sigh.

“That’s naïve of you, Y/N,” he said. “I buy people everyday.”

“I don’t mean in business,” you argued. “I meant something more like...when your emotions are involved.”

“So, you can’t buy someone’s love?” Chan questioned, and you didn’t like the way he was laughing. “Jisung, I hope you don’t feel the same way.”

“Of course,” Jisung said, shaking his head. “I agree with Y/N.”

“Really?” Chan smiled. “Then, maybe we should put that to the test.”

“What do you mean?” Jisung asked, and he exchanged a quick look with you - one filled with uncertainty.

“How much?” Mr. Bang asked.

“How much?” Jisung repeated, and he studied his boss with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Bang chuckled, and you frowned at the obvious condescension. “I mean, how much for one night with your wife?”

“Oh...” Jisung trailed off, and the room quickly filled with silence - awkward and heavy.

“Why so tense?” Chan eventually asked, and you shook your head because he knew exactly why the two of you were suddenly less than enthusiastic.

“You can’t be serious,” Jisung eventually said, reaction surprisingly neutral.

“I’m completely serious,” Chan continued, never breaking a sweat as he continued to take his turn at the pool table. “I’ll give you $1,000,000 dollars,” Chan said. “That would be enough to keep you in a life of luxury.”

“Sir,” Jisung said, and you could tell that he was caught off-guard, trying to find the right words to prevent offense to his boss, but you didn’t have to extend the same courtesy.

“No,” you said, keeping your tone firm. “He would tell you to go to hell.”

“I didn’t hear that from him,” Chan said, and you fixed Jisung with the sternest glare you could manage.

“Yeah,” Jisung said. “I’d tell you to go to hell.”

Chan sighed, pocketing the coveted eight ball with a quick motion. “I guess that proves me wrong, then,” Chan said. “But I’ll at least say this: $1,000,000 dollars is a lifetime of security. Think about it, talk it over first, and then you can forget all about this conversation.”

It should’ve been over after that without any further consideration, but you were disappointed to see that Jisung was still distracted as you sat together in your room later that night - long after leaving Chan’s suite.

“You’re still thinking about it,” you said, drawing his attention.

“Of course not, baby,” he said, but it wasn’t convincing.

“Would you seriously be okay with me spending the night with some pompous billionaire? you huffed. “He would obviously want to fuck me.”

“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” Jisung tried to joke, but the situation was far too serious.

“Sungie...”

“Look, I get it, Y/N. Marriage is sacred, and I respect you for that, but we both can’t ignore how much this would change our lives! It’s a million fucking dollars.”

“He’s an old perv,” you growled. “Would you seriously sell me out?”

“That’s not what this is,” Jisung argued. “I’m not selling you out.”

“Sleeping with a stranger for a million dollars is selling me out,” you said. “I don’t even like him...”

“It’s fine,” Jisung interrupted. “It was just a made-up scenario, and I would never force you to do anything.”

“Good,” you said, turning on your side to switch off the lamp. “He can’t just expect that from someone. It’s crazy!”

“I know, baby,” Jisung whispered quietly to you, and you knew that you were both exhausted from the chaos of your day together.

Sleep was what you needed, but it wasn’t coming.

Instead, you were loathe to admit that your mind had returned to that indecent proposal from Jisung’s boss, thinking about the last thing he said.

One lifetime of security.

You would never have to worry about money again...but what about your relationship? Would it suffer because of such an illicit affair?

You tossed and turned all night, feeling Jisung do the same thing.

Think about it.

God, that’s all you were doing, and when the sun was starting to rise again from the coverage of your blinds, you rolled over to look at Jisung, unsurprised to see him wide-awake. “If we do this,” you said, “it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not,” Jisung said. “It would still be the two of us against the rest of the world.”

You nodded, studying the gentle brown of Jisung’s eyes. The weight of such a consequential decision hung over both of your heads, and you sucked up every last ounce of pride you had when you came to a conclusion: “Call him,” you said, and Jisung’s eyes widened. “Tell him we’ll take the money.”

“Y/N, are you sure?” Jisung asked, and he was cautiously reaching out for his cellphone.

“I’m sure,” you said, although you didn’t feel as confident as you would like, turning onto your back to study the ceiling overhead.

The date and time were arranged for the following evening, and you could barely meet Chan’s gaze when he met you outside his suite.

“Just relax,” he whispered to you, inviting you outside onto the extended balcony attached to his penthouse where he proceeded to pour two glasses of champagne.

The cold air of the night hit you in the face like a firm slap, forcing you from the haze you had surrendered to when you first walked into the room. A wake-up call that this was happening, and the man next to you was not your husband.

You nearly drained your first glass of champagne, feeling the alcohol give you some much-needed courage. “Y/N,” Chan said, standing next to you in a suit that likely cost more than your and Jisung’s last paychecks combined. “I want to ask you what your expectations are of this evening.”

You shrugged, staring out over the bannister. “I thought we were just gonna fuck,” you replied, even if the words were a little crude.

Chan laughed at your comment. “Is that so?”

“I don’t see what’s funny,” you said. “You’re the one who has to buy women.”

“You think I have to buy women?” Chan asked. “Because that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

You hesitated, sensing him growing closer. “Why me, then?”

“I bought you because you said you couldn’t be bought,” Chan replied, stepping closer to drop his hand on top of yours.

“I can’t be bought,” you argued, even though everything leading up to this moment was proving the contrary.

“Really?” he asked, and you begrudgingly shook your head.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“You might enjoy yourself,” Chan said with a seductive smirk. “This isn’t meant to be a punishment.”

“I know that,” you said, holding your breath when his lips touched the shell of your ear.

“Damn, you’re unbelievably gorgeous,” Chan said, and his free hand was trailing down your spine. “Come with me into the bedroom.”

You gave him a shaky nod, following him back inside while taking in several deep breaths as you greeted the darkness of the room, discarding your champagne on the side table. “What now?”

“Take off your dress,” Chan said, and you squinted your eyes to see him falling down into one of the chairs.

Despite the cold air of the night, everything inside was heating up again.

“Okay,” you whispered, reaching back for your zipper, and holding it between trembling fingers as you unhitched the material, allowing it to fall down your body like an avalanche of blue as it pooled around your ankles.

You heard Chan’s sharp intake of breath, feeling his eyes trail over every inch of your lingerie-clad form. “Get on the bed,” he said, and you obeyed at once, trying to make yourself comfortable on top of the mattress.

But it was hard when you noticed Chan approaching the bedside, removing his jacket and shirt to reveal a lean, muscular torso - one that had undoubtedly been built after long hours in the gym. “This is my favorite part,” Chan said, shoving down his jeans and boxers without shame, and his cock sprang up against his abdomen with an impressive girth. “I like to see the way a woman’s eyes look at me. How their breath hitches when I touch them for the first time.”

He followed through on his promise, sliding his fingers down the smooth skin of your stomach with a feather-like touch before they paused at the waistband of your panties. “Take these off,” he said, and you did your best to wrangle off the flimsy fabric, pushing it aside with your toes as Chan’s eyes zeroed in on your delicate mound. “When I fuck a woman, I make sure she comes...several times.”

You shivered at that, hearing his tone grow huskier as he instructed you to open your thighs, giving himself enough room to crawl on the bed and settle down between your open legs. It was already so revealing, and you couldn’t believe you were in this position, exposing everything to him. “Do you use protection?” he asked, and you nodded. “I’d like to fuck you raw, but only with your consent.”

You nodded again, gasping when his long, thin fingers started to carefully penetrate you, scissoring around your entrance - teasing curls that did nothing but trigger your body’s instinctual arousal. Especially as the room around you continued to grow warmer, almost as hot as Chan’s lips as they scalded your skin, lifting one of your legs higher against his arm.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” Chan whispered against your thigh. “If I had a woman like you, I’d do my best to make you happy.”

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help but curse, feeling him use his other hand to start moving his fingers even faster, gliding them against the greedy walls of your pussy as your body demanded you for more of the sweet addiction.

There was already a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin, and your heart was beating faster and faster, matching the pace of his fingers. Eventually, he leaned down to take your clit between his lips, dropping your thigh back onto the mattress before sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

You gasped, hips arching without your approval, grinding closer to the source of that immeasurable pleasure. It was wet and sensual, creating the gentlest of sensations that traveled all the way to your toes.

You could feel Chan smirking, lips barely touching your clit before he properly opened his mouth wide to lave his tongue across the throbbing area. It felt so good, and you were practically humping his face to gain more of his delicious mouth.

He was learning your signs, hands holding your waist as he listened to every hitch of your breath, knowing when to speed up and slow down. It was like a well-rehearsed dance, swipes of his tongue across your folds, pressing firmly against your clit when he returned to the delicate organ.

It felt like pure heaven, bringing you higher and higher to a much-needed release, and it had been a long time since a man had made you experience such white hot lust from just his tongue.

“Cum for me,” Chan whispered, and he nipped at your clit, and the tinge of pain was enough to send you spiraling into your first orgasm of the night.

“Oh!” you groaned, grabbing his hair to pull him back when his sucking was starting to feel too painful right after coming so hard.

“What a good girl,” Chan said, looking down at you with a sheen of arousal coating his lips.

It was obscene, forcing you to close your eyes against the image, but you cried out when he pinched one of your nipples, causing you to open them again.

“Do me a favor and look at me while I’m fucking you, Y/N,” Chan murmured, hooded gaze meeting your struggling one - trying not to succumb to his advances, even though he was making it incredibly hard, wrist almost imperceptible with the way he was stretching you open again, pussy gaping as you felt yourself leaking uncontrollably.

“I’ll try,” you whispered, heart thundering against your chest as Chan removed his fingers only to align his cock with your entrance, dipping just the tip into your eager heat.

“Moan for me as much as you want,” Chan said, and he was bottoming out without hesitation, moving slow to prevent any pain while you got used to the stretch.

It was different from how Jisung fucked you, thrusting into you impossibly fast from the very first moment he impaled you on his cock.

There was something caring about it, and you adjusted quickly to Chan’s girth, grinding your hips subtly just to feel very inch of his generous erection. “Good girl,” Chan cooed, and he brought his cock to a deeper roll, moving back to leave only the head before forcing himself inside once again, picking up speed as your moans continued to grow louder in volume, signaling your approach to a second release.

It was beyond amazing, and you swallowed down your embarrassment from the noises he was punching from your lungs, opening your eyes as he started to move even faster, thrusting his cock between your legs at a rhythmic pace.

He was hitting your g-spot on every deep penetration, granulating in and out at a steady pace that was so unbelievably fulfilling.

You never expected it feel this good, slick from your pussy gushing at an embarrassing rate, creating an even smoother slide. But the squelching sounds were incredibly loud, filling your ears just like his cock was filling your cunt...the best kind of fullness.

You were being stroked just right, moaning when Chan shifted his hips to thrust into you at a new angle, holding your legs over his shoulders as he practically bent you in half.

His lips were warm when they connected with yours, and there was a strange desire to sink into the kiss and lose yourself there forever. But your pussy was throbbing with need - an impossible want for the man reaching all the way to your cervix.

It felt amazing when his fingers brushed across your sensitive clit, rubbing generous circles against the tight nub. He started snapping his hips at a faster rate, slapping against your hips with every thrust, holding onto your hips with a bruising grip that would leave reminders of him for days.

But maybe that was his intention.

Chan growled, plunging into your sore cunt time and time again. He was practically pounding you with how hard he was going, like he was trying to prove a point, and maybe he wanted to since nothing could have ever prepared you for how euphoric his cock was making you feel.

“Are you gonna cum again?” Chan whispered, gazing so fondly into your eyes.

You couldn’t speak, only managing a nod when he started to rub even faster at your clit, and you let out the loudest moan of the night when you were unraveling yet again, sinking into a third orgasm that left you drained.

It was a rollercoaster of overstimulation, and Chan realized this and gave a few stuttered kicks of his hips before he was filling you up with his cum, groaning and grunting as he leaned over you.

Your legs were numb from being spread wide for so long, and you weren’t sure that you would ever catch your breath, listening to the sound of Chan whispering sweet endearments from next to you as you realized that nothing would ever be same after this.

The next morning, you woke-up alone, but there was a note waiting for you on the nightstand.

Y/N,

Join us in the kitchen when you’re ready.

- Chan

“Us?” you repeated aloud, feeling a sense of dread as you stumbled on weak legs to gather your clothes.

You were incredibly sore between your legs, a reminder that last night actually happened, and you had slept with your husband’s boss for a big paycheck.

“It’s worth it,” you tried to reassure yourself, walking from the bedroom and into the kitchen with a subtle limp. “Nothing will change.”

But hindsight is 20/20, and you can’t predict the future. Still, your first sign should’ve been the strange image of Chan and Jisung sitting together in the kitchen, like they were having a casual breakfast together,

“There you are!” Chan greeted you upon your arrival, but you barely paid him any attention, eyes immediately finding Jisung’s.

Your husband was sitting next to Chan at the table, and there was a buffet of food displayed on elegant kitchenware. “What’s going on?”

“Breakfast,” Chan said, indicating towards the empty chair next to Jisung. “Please join us.”

You nodded, finally breaking your intense stare-down with Jisung to carefully sit down next to him.

Suddenly, it was difficult to acknowledge his presence, memories of last night resurfacing and causing you to blush at the obscene images. “I hope you slept well,” Chan said, and his plate was completely covered as he ate without a single care in the world. “Last night...it was amazing, Y/N.”

You could feel Jisung shift from next to you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look at him. “Chan-”

“As promised,” Chan interrupted as he reached into the pocket of his expensive suite jacket, producing a thin slip of paper, and he slid the check in Jisung’s direction. “Thank you both for everything.”

“Sure,” Jisung said, and his tone was short as he grabbed the check and immediately stood from the table. “We should get going.”

“So soon?” Chan questioned, mouth stuffed impossibly full. “You’re more than welcome to anything you want.”

“We’re fine,” Jisung insisted, and he took your hand with a firm grip. “I know you’ll understand, Mr. Bang.”

“Ah!” Chan grinned. “Formalities again?”

But Jisung ignored him, turning to look at you with a gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher. “Let’s go home,” Jisung said, and he tried for a smile which you couldn’t match as he led the two of you as far from Bang Chan as you could manage.

Tragically, your return home was nothing triumphant, and it should’ve felt so good to finally pay off so many bills and debts.

But it didn’t.

Everything felt hollow inside.

You also couldn’t help but notice that it was becoming increasingly difficult to talk to Jisung. Because every time you looked into his eyes, you were reminded of your impassioned affair in Vegas. It wasn’t fair to either of you, but you had no idea how to fix your relationship.

How could this be fair? You no longer had money problems forcing that divide between the two of you? In fact, you had no problems at all, and you were both entertaining the idea of moving into a bigger place and quitting your jobs.

So, what was missing? What was wrong with the way things were now that your joint account was filled to the maximum?

The answer was obvious, but you both refused to talk about it, and every second spent in each other’s company only served to carve an even deeper rift. Something so painful that you could barely share the same bed as your husband.

You couldn’t believe that things were so bad, even a month after your night with Chan, and nothing was going right. But what could you do? There was no easy solution, and it certainly didn’t help when you received a phone call from an unknown number one morning, accepting it with hesitation, only to be greeted with a strikingly familiar tone: “Hello, Y/N,” Chan said from the other end, and you immediately sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Chan?”

“How are you?” Chan asked with a pleasant tone. “I thought I might check in on my favorite couple.”

You frowned at his mocking tone. “Thanks, but we’re fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that! And I hope the money goes a long way for you and Jisung,” Chan said, and you clenched the phone tighter between your hands.

“It’s been helpful,” you said, even though the words didn’t seem to match the life you were currently living.

“Well, I’m in town for lunch this afternoon,” Chan continued. “I thought it might be nice just to catch up with you. Would you care to join me?”

You hesitated, looking around your empty bedroom with desperate eyes. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea...”

“Oh, please it’s just one lunch,” Chan said, and it was almost impossible to resist him. But that must be why he was such a good businessman. “One lunch.”

You sighed, already feeling yourself giving in to him. “One lunch,” you agreed, parroting back the response because it felt like your body was moving on auto-pilot, having lost the familiar spark ever since you came back from Vegas.

Chan’s chosen location was a gorgeous downtown restaurant that had more Michelin stars than the places you sometimes watched on TV.

It was beyond elegant, and you found Chan waiting for you at the door after having a car bring you to him. “Good morning,” he said with a cheeky tone, meeting you halfway as he offered his arm to you - the perfect gentleman.

“This was unexpected,” you said, allowing him to escort you inside, greeting the man at the front who seemed to instantly recognize Chan, leading you both to a private room away from the others.

“I wanted to do this,” Chan said. “I thought we could talk a little.”

“Is that it?” you asked, taking the menu and gaping at the immense prices.

Chan seemed to notice, smiling at your awed expression. “Have anything you want,” Chan said. “I’m buying.”

“Oh, I can’t possibly let you do that...” you said because then it would feel like a date, and that was as far from what you wanted as possible.

“Don’t concern yourself,” Chan said. “Everything is good here, and you deserve it.”

You weren’t sure that you liked the sound of that, but you didn’t complain as you requested that he order something for both of you instead of trying to interpret the gauche-sounding entrees.

“Now,” Chan said once your waiter left the room. “Let’s talk about you.”

“Me?” you questioned, sipping gingerly at your water glass. “What about me?”

“I want to know everything,” Chan said. “All of it.”

“Everything?” you repeated, shrugging as you blushed. “There’s not much to tell.”

“I can hardly believe that,” Chan said. “What about your job?”

“I’m a freelance writer,” you said, nodding when you realized that he was genuine. “Kinda hard in the city though.”

“But you’re doing what you love?” Chan asked, and he grinned at your confirmation. “Then that’s all that matters.”

Could it be so simple? you wondered, remembering all the countless arguments you and Jisung had shared because, according to him, your job was hardly considered career-worthy. “I love writing.”

“Then you must be a big reader,” Chan remarked. “All the best writers are.”

You swooned at his smooth conversation. “I have shelves full of the classics.”

“What’s your favorite?” Chan asked.

“Jane Eyre,” you admitted, and Chan raised a brow.

“I like that about you,” he said. “It fits: the idea of a bright young woman falling in love with the enigmatic billionaire.”

You met his gaze, recalling how Jisung had aligned the term “enigmatic” with Chan on the night you made your unholy deal. Was there a deeper meaning, then? “I love the prose,” you replied instead, thinking the subject might return to Chan.

But it never did. In fact, Chan kept all the questions about you, engaging you in a way that you had never experienced with another man. Like he cared so much about the person underneath, and his probing gaze was seeing past the outside in a way that spoke to your very soul.

And you couldn’t help but compare him to Jisung: a very dangerous thing to do.

“That was nice,” you said after you had both eaten. “It was good to see you again.”

“I agree,” Chan said, ever the businessman as his hand fell low around your waist, taking you back outside the restaurant. “Should we make plans for tomorrow?”

You almost laughed, until you read his expression and realized that he was serious. “What?”

“Y/N,” Chan said, and his tone was intense. “I can’t stop thinking about Vegas.”

“Chan,” you whined, trying to pull away, but his hold was firm.

“If you were with me,” Chan purred, and it was a lethal sound that was as smooth as the hand traveling up and down your back. “I could give you everything you wanted and more.”

“I can’t,” you insisted, and there was an image of Jisung in your head when you managed to escape him. “That was only one time.”

“I think you and I both know that it meant more than that,” Chan said, and you could deny it all you wanted, but there was an insistent throbbing at the back of your skull.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you lied, ignoring the scoff that escaped him while calling for the valet to bring the car Chan had organized for you.

“At least take my business card,” Chan said, and he was holding the small piece of printed paper out for you, but you knew that going down that path would only make things worse.

“I can’t accept it,” you said, returning your attention to the valet as he opened the back door.

“That’s a shame,” Chan said, but he was as persistent as ever, leaning close to press a kiss across your cheek. “You can always call me. If you ever need anything.”

You nodded, feeling somewhat disoriented as you sat down against the leather seat, swallowing hard when you could still see Chan from the rearview mirror.

By the time you returned home, it was already late, and you were glad to see Jisung when you sat your purse down onto the counter. “Hey,” you said, and Jisung glanced up from where he was reading the newspaper.

“Hey,” he replied. “How was lunch?”

You swallowed hard because you hadn’t told Jisung who you ate lunch with. “It was good.”

He nodded - a short dismissal, and it you decided to freshen up in the bathroom, taking a quick shower just to wash off the lingering traces of Chan.

But maybe it was foolish to think that water could wash away everything that had happened - those traces would never simply vanish.

When you walked back out into the main room, you were stunned to see Jisung putting on his coat. “Jisung,” you said, watching your husband rush around the living room. “Are you busy?”

“Just gong to meet some friends,” Jisung replied.

Distracted. Uninterested in you.

“Oh,” you said. “I thought we could spend some time together?”

“Yeah?” Jisung snorted, and you were shocked to hear him sound so abrasive...at least until he marched up to you waving around a business card. “And what the fuck is this, huh? I found it in your bag.”

He flung the card at you, and you sighed when you saw Chan’s name at the top - he must’ve snuck the card into your purse when you weren’t looking. “It’s nothing,” you said, but Jisung only laughed - a sound devoid of all humor. “Why the fuck are you going through my things?”

“Does it matter?” he huffed. “You can’t get enough of him, can you?” he asked, and you were like a tea kettle that had been sitting on the burner for way too long - practically erupting from the top.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think?” Jisung smarted back. “You’re obviously still seeing him, spreading your legs for his cock like a bitch in heat. I guess one night wasn’t enough for you.”

“How dare you!” you yelled, getting right in Jisung’s face. “You want to know what happened? He slipped the card into my purse when I met him for lunch today, but I had never even spoken to him until then.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Jisung spat, narrowing his eyes. “You’re a fucking whore, Y/N. Throwing yourself at a rich man like Bang Chan just because he can buy you nice stuff.”

“What’s money got to do with anything?”

“It obviously means everything!” Jisung shouted. “It’s what got us into this fucking mess into the first place.”

“You mean, the mess you made when you gambled all our money away?”

“Are you really going to throw that back in my face?” Jisung seethed. “I was trying to make things better for us!”

“Good job,” you snickered. “Since we’re so fucking happy together.”

“What do you want from me?” Jisung asked, throwing up his arms. “I’m obviously the biggest asshole in the world.”

“I’m glad you can admit it,” you said. “Did you ever stop to think that all that I’ve done up to this point has been for you?”

Jisung paused, opening his mouth to retaliate, but then wisely deciding to let you continue. “Did I want to go to Vegas?” you asked. “No, but I went because you wanted to impress your company, and I know you wanted to do things right, but we should’ve both known better than to bet against the house. We lost everything, and in that moment of desperation, you pressured me into sleeping with another man, and I can’t think about anything else but him whenever I look at you.”

Jisung was stunned at the admission, all traces of anger gone from his expression. “Y/N,” he said. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah?” you said, voice quivering as you wiped away your tears. “Well, now you do.”

Jisung bowed his head, and you decided that you were done waiting for something to change, marching into your bedroom to grab your phone and dialing the first number you remembered.

“Chan,” you whispered when he greeted you on the other end. “Can I come over?”

There was only a split second of silence before Chan’s voice was soothing the raging storm inside of you. “I’ll send a car.”

It was almost midnight when your driver pulled up outside of a lavish home in the suburbs: huge, towering columns and Greco-Roman architecture making the place seem more like a mausoleum.

But it wasn’t the home itself that brought you comfort; rather, the people living within it who always made things seem safe and welcoming, and Chan was sure to greet you at the door, opening his arms wide to accept your embrace. “Was it a bad fight?” he asked, and you nodded while wondering how he could’ve possibly picked up on the fact that you and Jisung had been arguing again.

Maybe he just had good intuition when it came to you, and you appreciated the understanding, allowing him to bring you into an enormous den, settling you against the couch next to him while a fire blazed in the background. “I made tea,” Chan said, reaching for the two cups waiting on the ornamental table filling the empty space at the center of the room.

“Thanks,” you said, finding your eyes drawn to the neat stack of papers that had been sitting next to the cups.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chan asked, relaxing one arm around your shoulders, bringing you against his much-needed warmth.

“We just don’t get along anymore,” you said. “I thought having money would fix things, but everything is worse.”

“Really?” Chan asked, and he seemed to consider your words. “It might seem like a good thing, and from the standpoint of a businessman, money is a very powerful motivator.” He smiled, looking down at you with eyes glowing from the flames. “But money isn’t the solution when it comes to the people you love.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, but you had also started picking up on that yourself. “Were you busy with something?”

Chan followed your gaze, reaching out for the papers that had drawn your attention from the very first moment you sat down. “These?” Chan chuckled, and he slid them to the edge, allowing you to read the fine print across the cover. “Divorces are complicated, aren’t they?” Chan asked, and you hesitated when you realized what he was implying. “But if you have enough money, then anything is possible.”

“Chan...” you trailed off, vision blurring at the edges and making the letters bleed together - a cacophony of meaningless jargon. “What are you trying to say?”

“You’re unhappy,” Chan said, and it was an observation that wasn’t difficult to make after all that had happened. “I guess I just don’t want you to be associated with the person causing that unhappiness.”

“You want me to leave Jisung?” you said, breathing in and out because it wasn’t a simple decision that one could make on the spot - not after years of living with someone who had become a central part of your existence.

It was too much to bear, and Chan’s presence was almost suffocating, breaths heavy against the side of your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Why should you stay with him? With or without money, he can’t seem to make you smile.”

You trembled at his closeness, choking around a sob even though the atmosphere between the two of you was suddenly charged with something electric. “And then what?”

“Well, after Jisung signs them,” Chan said, and his tongue traced the lobe of your ear. “I’d love to have you for myself.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, closing your eyes as he took you into his arms, doing nothing more than holding you, but the feelings bubbling below the surface of your skin told you more than actions or words ever could.

The next morning, Chan had his driver take you back to the apartment you shared with Jisung.

The apartment was strangely quiet, and you left the divorce papers on the table in the kitchen while you went to shower, wanting nothing more than the scalding water to provide a temporary numbness to the confusion you felt in every fiber of your being.

It was a much-needed reprieve, and when you walked back into the kitchen, you were surprised to see your husband at the table, eyes downcast. “Come sit with me, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard when you realized he was searching through the divorce papers, but you weren’t met with his anger; instead, Jisung just seemed really sad, and that was much worse. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you said, but your husband just smiled and shook his head.

“I knew you wouldn’t come back home for nothing,” he said, sliding out the chair next to him as an invitation. “Why should you? I treated you like shit the other night.”

“We both said some really cruel things,” you said, joining him with a sigh. “Things spiraled out of control.”

“I can see that,” Jisung said, tapping his fingers against the papers. “Let’s talk about what happened.”

You shivered at the thought. “I don’t think we should-”

“No,” Jisung interrupted, but it was a gentle chide. “It’s important, so hear me out.”

It would be so hard, but you still agreed. “Okay.”

“The whole mistake in Vegas wasn’t the money,” Jisung said. “No, money might’ve caused our problems, but the mistake wasn’t wanting something to make our lives better. The real mistake was me thinking that I could just forget about it after we left. That I could easily forgive us both...What’s that old saying? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Jisung laughed, but it was bitter sounding. “Bullshit, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Bullshit.”

Jisung smiled. “People in love stay with each other, not because they try to forget the wrong parts, but because they’re capable of forgiving the bad. And I couldn’t do that because I thought you would want Chan after that night...that you would be right to want him. He’s so much better in every way, the better man for someone wonderful like you. But by the time I realized that it wasn’t true, that he was only better because he had more money, everything had spiraled.”

He was quiet after his confession, struggling to hold back his tears as he clicked open one of our pens and brought the papers closer. “If you really want the divorce, then I’ll give it to you,” Jisung said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Why should you stay with him? With or without money, he can’t seem to make you smile.

“Jisung...” you trailed off, unsure if there was anything you could do to change the look in his eyes.

“I’ll always love you,” Jisung said, and it was the same promise as always, but you watched with a heavy heart as he signed his name in cursive as the bottom of the form.

The divorce papers felt like an added weight in your bag as you marched into the office building of SKZ Enterprises.

It was ridiculous, really. They were just papers, made in a factory and mass-produced to be sold in stores.

But it was the symbolism they carried, the significance of Jisung’s name scribbled at the bottom of the final page that had you faltering.

Your heart was hurting, and you forced a smile when you greeted Chan’s secretary at the corner next to his big, corporate office. “I’m here to see, Mr. Bang,” you told the secretary. “Tell him my name is Y/N.”

“Of course,” she said, and you watched her disappear into the office, giving you a few critical moments to collect your thoughts.

Until you heard his voice again:

“Y/N?”

You startled at the sound of Chan’s voice, seeing him standing in front of you with a million-dollar smile on his weathered face. “Come inside?”

“Yes,” you agreed, following him into the office with the door shutting firmly behind you.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” Chan said, grabbing you hand and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Is something wrong?”

“We need to talk,” you said, and Chan’s smile disappeared.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he said, chuckling as he invited you to sit down in one of the expensive chairs next to his desk. “Do you need anything? I can call for some tea.”

“No,” you said, deciding it was better to get straight to the point as you reached into your bag to bring out the divorce papers stapled together.

“This could either be good or bad,” Chan remarked, accepting them from you and quickly turning to the last page, expression falling. “I see.”

“I can’t sign them,” you said, and there was something powerful in your tone that had even Chan admitting defeat.

“Damn,” Chan sighed, eyes boring a hole into the pages. “This is the worst news I’ve gotten.”

“I talked to Jisung,” you explained. “Just looking at him and entertaining the idea of leaving forever...I couldn’t do it.”

Chan finally tore his gaze from the papers, meeting yours with disappointment. “I take it he said something to change your mind.”

“I don’t know if he changed my mind,” you admitted. “Rather, I think his love and forgiveness made me see reason with what I was doing.”

“Ah,” Chan said. “I think we’ve come full circle, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you told me that all the money in the world couldn’t buy your love,” Chan said, and there was something that resembled respect reflected in his eyes. “You were right all along.”

You ducked your head, unable to maintain such intensity. “I’d like to give you that money back, Mr. Bang. My husband and I can manage on our own.”

“Oh, please, I’d be insulted if you did that,” Chan said, and he held out his hand for you to shake. “You know I’m a good businessman, so consider this an opportune long-term investment in something I’m supporting.”

You were full of gratitude, swallowing back tears as you nodded. “Thank you.”

“”There’s no need for that,” he said. “I’ll always be here for you.” The sentiment was matched by the gentle brushing of his lips across your cheek, and you could feel the last reminder of Chan even after leaving his office for the first and final time.

You were carrying takeout up the stairs, feeling lighter on your feet than you had in months.

The weight of your burdensome worries was gone, and you knocked with a little too much enthusiasm on the front door to your apartment.

“Y/N?” Jisung questioned, and there was an obvious look of surprise on his face when he opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” you reminded him with a cheeky smile. “I brought food.”

Jisung’s eyes moved to the bag in your hand, nodding once before allowing you inside. “I thought you were going to see Chan.”

“I did,” you said, leading him into the kitchen. “There were some things to discuss.”

“I see,” Jisung said, watching you with a wary expression as you presented him with his favorite Italian special.

The suspense was killing you, and you desperately wanted to see the frown leave his lips. “I didn’t sign the papers,” you said, sitting down at the table with a wearied sigh. “I couldn’t.”

“Really?” Jisung asked, clearing his throat at the hitch in his voice, but you were just trying to hide your smile at his boyish charms.

“Have I told you that I love you recently?” you asked, looking at him with way too much fondness.

Jisung paused, chopsticks poised in hand. “You do?”

“Always,” you affirmed, and you were unprepared for the first of Jisung’s tears to fall, endearing him even more to you if that was possible. “I’m happiest with you,” you told him, reaching out to wipe away those rebellious tears.

“I’ve always felt that way,” Jisung said, getting himself back under control as he pushed away his food and patted his lap. “Come here.”

You were more than happy to oblige, climbing into his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair while searing your lips together in a kiss that promised so much more from the one true love of your life.

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