#han x yn
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no nut november — han (loser #1)
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
tags: no nut november mini series, established relationship, ot8 inclusive, smut!!!🔞
warnings: swearing, open conversations about sex as an impulse/need, insecure reader for a bit, fingering, oral ( f + m receiving), slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, no nut november as a bet, needy!jisung,
inspo: kaili’s brain <33
notes: @sluttywonwoo and i are finally collabing after like five years :’). i’m so so hyped for this one!!! make sure to tell us what you think and place your bets on the winner🥰 😉
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{ wc: 5246 }
jisung and his friends were close. very close. they saw each other practically every day and would share everything with each other. it was something he cherished deeply, and he loved just how jisung he could be around them.
they never made him feel like he was too much—unlike most of the people he grew up with, and they even indulged him when he’d start talking about his niche interests or when he shared a new song he wrote. they were always supportive.
maybe to a fault.
“so, even though we can’t grow facial hair,” chan concluded, “i think it would be nice if we could at least make a donation to the charity.”
“what charity?” seungmin asked.
“weren’t you listening?” changbin yelled.
“no,” the younger said easily.
“hyung was explaining to us about movember,” felix recaps. seungmin just shrugs.
“i could grow facial hair if i tried,” he challenges.
“that’s not the point!” chan shakes his head. “will you guys make a donation with me or not?”
they all mumbled their affirmations.
“why is it in november?” jeongin quips.
chan just shrugs. “every months has things attached to it, i suppose.”
“november has another thing,” minho says, plainly.
“there’s national cappuccino day,” seungmin agrees with a nod.
“and fried chicken day!” changbin adds.
“yeah, and there’s a challenge to write a whole novel in the month of november,” hyunjin says softly.
“yeah,” jisung says, tone serious as he leans forward, “you’re forgetting the most important one. no nut november.”
minho smirks at him as the pair of friends exchange a look that says ‘you read my mind’.
“yeah, right,” chan chuckles, “the other ones sound like real things though.”
“it’s a real thing!” jisung defends.
“no, it’s not,” chan just shakes his head.
“it is!”
“do you know anyone who actually does it rather than posting stupid memes about it?”
“me,” jisung shrugs confidently.
the room fills with a chorus of laughter so loud, jisung sits there with a shocked face at the reaction he just got.
well, fine, he doesn’t do it. he’s never done it. he’s never even thought about it. but chan doesn’t need to know that, does he?
“why?” jisung said once the laughter calmed down, a few minutes after he last spoke.
“you’re trying to say you’re not going to have sex or do anything for a whole month?” seungmin tried to clarify.
“yeah, why?”
“it’s just…” he holds back his laughter, “…i don’t think you’re capable of that.”
“hey!” jisung exclaims. “i’m not an animal, i can go a month without sex.”
“oh, we all know that,” hyunjin laughs, “we’ve seen you go through a year long dry spell before you found y/n. but you got off every fucking day.”
“uh—i don’t—why do you know that?” jisung could feel himself blushing.
“we share a wall.”
the boys laugh harder. jisung can’t stop himself from cringing.
“hyunjin, please never say that again,” he tries to brush off.
“maybe you can not have sex for a whole month,” minho chuckles, “but you can’t go that long with nothing.”
“it’s not that hard!” jisung insists, unable to accept the fact his friends think so little of him and his self control.
“it is!” chan adds, “we’re used to doing stuff like that all the time, we can’t just stop.”
“yeah,” changbin agrees, leaning forward to give jisung the kind of look he gives him when he’s trying to encourage him. “none of us could do that.”
“hey!” felix quips up, just as seungmin puts his hand up.
“speak for yourself!” the younger adds.
“yeah!” jeongin nods firmly.
“you guys think you could go a whole month?” chan raises an eyebrow at his friends.
“i could, too,” hyunjin shrugs plainly.
“first of all, this isn’t fair,” minho leans closer, as if evaluating the situation. “innie is single. he’s used to not getting any,”
“—hey!—“
“—and most of you have girlfriends so you can’t just decide to do this without telling them.”
“most of us?” changbin quotes back at minho, “like you don’t have a girlfriend?”
“she’s just as competitive as i am, so she’ll do it just to show you guys we’re the best.”
“the best at not getting any?” jisung quips with a raise of his brow. the boys snicker.
“yah!” minho exclaims. “don’t start with me!”
“maybe minho is so confident because she never lets him get it anyway,” seungmin laughs.
“you think i can’t get some?” minho squares up, acting as if he’s about to take out his phone and prove his friends wrong.
“uh,” chan tries, hands up, “i think we’re getting off track here?”
“let’s put money on it,” jisung offers. he’s joking, well, kinda.
now that the boys have all doubted him, while simultaneously agreeing they’d be better than him at something, he has to prove them wrong. even if it is only trivial and honestly pretty stupid. jisung is never not the best.
“how much?” felix rubs his hands together.
“enough for the winner to get a nice weekend away with his partner,” hyunjin suggests, “minho’s got a point. they’ll have to go through it too so might as well treat them.”
“and what does innie get?” seungmin can’t help but ask.
“i’m single, too,” changbin croaks.
“you’re not,” chan rolls his eyes. “being too scared to establish the relationship doesn’t make you single.”
changbin smiles sheepishly at the raised brows around him, trying to ignore the pointed looks his friends are giving him.
“yeah, when are you going to just ask her to be your girlfriend? we’ve all met her already and we love her,” felix encourages with a soft smile.
“why is this about me?” he yells back. “tell jeongin to get his shit together and ask his crush out!”
“that can be his prize. a getaway that’s the perfect excuse to ask her out,” chan offers with a smile.
“so, agreed? no sex for a month and winner gets a weekend away with their lover, undefined partner, or unrequited crush, as a prize,” minho concludes.
“it’s not just sex,” felix points out, “no, uh, fireworks at all.”
“it’s called orgasms, yongbok,” seungmin says bluntly.
“fine,” he rolls his eyes, his cheeks dusted pink, “no orgasms.”
“we should exclude jisung from this,” hyunjin smirks, “since he was gonna do it anyway.”
“poor y/n,” seungmin tsks, “at least our girlfriends will get something nice for this torture.”
“hey hey hey!” jisung lets out quickly, barely breathing as he goes on, “if anything as your inspiration and true role model i should be part of this bet, too. and i’ll have you know i take amazing care of my girlfriend whether i sleep with her or not and no, sleeping with me is not it’s own kind of torture,” he says quickly, before seungmin and minho can say what’s so clearly on their minds.
they both let out a disappointed grunt at his words—confirming jisung knows them far too well.
“but we have to tell them we’re doing this,” chan confirms, “i don’t keep stuff from her and like minho said, it’s just cruel not to tell them.”
they all agree.
jeongin curls in on himself ever so slightly, before he says, “maybe just hyungs should do this, then. i don’t have a girlfriend so it’s an unfair advantage.”
“as the youngest your hormones are most active, so if anything it’ll be harder for you,” hyunjin says, comforting his friend.
what a weird way to comfort someone, jisung thinks. and then he says it out loud.
“it was actually very comforting, thank you,” jeongin glared at jisung, “but it’s fine. i don’t have to be part of the bet. i’d have no one to take to the getaway either.”
“don’t worry,” minho says quickly, “you’re playing. we’re not letting you sit this out just because you haven’t had the chance to make a move on that girl.”
“but—“
“—the more of us play, the harder it is. more people you need to outlive.”
“outlive?” jisung repeats with a gulp. minho simply nods at him, his face expressionless.
“right, shake on it!” chan announces, and all eight of the boys put their hands in the middle of the circle, each grabbing at one or two people’s fingers.
november 2nd
why did jisung ever agree to this? why did he even bring it up?
this was stupid. this was so so stupid. you haven’t had the chance to come over since the month started, and well, jisung got too distracted and engulfed by your presence that he didn’t have a chance to bring the bet up just yet. he didn’t know how to say it, either.
“i bet a romantic getaway with my friends on us not having sex for a month,” felt like a stupid thing to say. well, it was stupid. stupid!
it felt borderline ridiculous when you snuggled up closer to him on the couch, back flush to his chest as you played the next movie on your scary marathon list. halloween was over, but both you and jisung agreed there were far too many good ones to just stop once the holiday was over, so jisung was happy to let you keep working through the list the pair of you curated on your letterbox account.
“you’re so warm,” you said happily, moving in closer to his embrace. jisung planted a small kiss on the back of your neck, squeezing you tighter as you sighed.
“i love being like this with you,” you mumbled, moving your head to the side enough to plant a soft kiss on his equally soft cheeks.
“squeezed to your death?” jisung teased, squeezing at your stomach and your hips, where his hands were casually wrapped around you.
you let out a dramatic huff before you giggled at him, curling a hand underneath his bicep to push his arms away from you. he only let his grip loosen, but didn’t dare move away too much. you kept your fingers around his bicep, slowly pressing into the muscle.
“ji, all the time you spend away from me at the gym really paid off,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss at his bicep softly.
jisung smiled timidly.
“uh, thanks,” he cleared his throat.
“i feel so safe in your strong arms,” you added.
“why do scary movies always make you horny?” jisung asked.
“what?” you chuckled, “i’m not horny?”
“you are feeling me up,” he pointed out, his chin gesturing at your fingers and the way they wrapped around his muscles.
“i can’t admire the artwork?” you huffed.
“there’s admiring, and there’s drooling,” he said, eyebrows raised.
“since when are you so cocky,” you sighed.
“does that turn you on, too?” jisung smirked. he was moving into dangerous territory, but he couldn’t help it when it was you. there was something so enticing about flirting with you, especially when you were sat so snuggly in between his legs.
“for the record, everything you do is a turn on.”
jisung swallowed. it didn’t go unnoticed to him that your thighs spread ever so slightly since this exchange started, or that you were much closer to his chest than you were a few moments ago. he had to keep it clean. “focus on your film, honey.”
you two still exchanged kisses, you still fed jisung snacks in between jump scares, you still laughed at all the kills together. so, it was just like any other movie night.
except it wasn’t—for the very reason you were pointing out now.
“jisung,” you began, tilting your head to the side slightly as he sat back down on the bed. he cleaned his room from the snacks and came back quickly, but it was enough time to for you to realise what happened.
“jisung? who the fuck is jisung?” he knitted his eyebrows together. “what’s wrong?”
“are you upset with me?”
his face reminded you of a surprised cartoon character, his mouth a perfect circle as his eyebrows met his hair.
“what? no, no. why? why?”
“it’s just,” you blushed, causing jisung to grab both your hands and trail his thumbs against your wrist soothingly. “we’ve never ever had a movie night without your hands down my pants.”
jisung laughed.
“stop,” you groaned. “i’m being serious.”
“my baby! my sweet sweet baby,” he teased, getting closer and closer to your face with his signature shit eating grin.
“it’s like an instinct you have, jisung. we watch a movie and you touch me. it was really weird that you didn’t.”
“stop calling me jisung,” he scoffed, “i’m not your friend.”
“you are now, since friends usually have normal, non-pussy-touching movie nights together all the time!”
“so you didn’t get touched for one movie and i’ve been bumped back down to friend status?” jisung gasped.
“i don’t know, have i?” you counter.
jisung notices the way you don’t quite let him hold your hands, the way that gorgeous glint in your eyes isn’t there. he isn’t too sure you’re just joking about this.
“hey,” he says softly, “are you being serious?”
you nod softly. “did i do something wrong?”
“why would you think that?” jisung exclaimed, pulling you closer to him. “where is this coming from?”
“is it because i didn’t put perfume on today? i know i’ve been getting more comfortable around you, i’m sorry i haven’t put a lot of effort in today i just thought we were gonna have a chill night so i didn’t wear my best clothes and—“
“—hey! hey! stop that now,” jisung shakes his head quickly. “i love that you’re comfortable around me.”
“it’s just, i don’t know, jisung. you’re always—“
“—can you not call me that—“
“—you’re always touching me in some sort of way and then i don’t see you for a week and you’re just not anymore?”
“why are you insecure? you know i love you,” jisung emphasised with all his might, his figure slumping until he met your gaze. you wouldn’t look in his eyes.
“it’s okay if you just weren’t in the mood,” you say quickly, realising your insecurities were indeed leading your train of thought. you owed it to jisung to be understanding—even if his behaviour was painfully uncharacteristic. “i just never see you not in the mood.”
“you’re making me out to be some sort of pervert,” jisung jokes, trying to get you to laugh. or at least let him hold your hand.
“but you’re my pervert,” you pout at him, causing his insides to crunch at the sight.
you always made him weak—and he was holding everything inside him not to tease you during the movie like he always did. but it was only his first try, he couldn’t lose already. and if he touched you, jisung knew he wouldn’t wanna stop until you were both spent and satisfied. he thought so hard about that, he didn’t stop to consider how you might see it. or the fact he never fucking told you.
“i made a bet with the boys,” jisung said quickly.
“huh?”
“we’re doing no nut november so i tried not to touch you because i don’t wanna lose on the second day,” he said in one big breath.
“that was too fast, rapper boy,” you pointed out, unable to catch half the words he said.
jisung repeated himself, slowly, feeling the blush creep up his neck as he spoke clearly and carefully.
“what did you bet on?”
he felt his eyes gap again. that was your first question?
“a romantic getaway for the couple that wins.”
“and where will changbin go for his getaway, do you think?”
“what?” he gasped. “i’m taking you on a romantic getaway.”
“no, you’re not,” you laughed, amused at his incredulous face.
“what does that mean?”
“ji,” you giggled, lacing your fingers together, “i have never met anyone as insatiable as you. even if you can somehow hold off sex for a month, you really think your impatient dick will be able to stay calm for that long?”
jisung felt heat rushing all over his body, coursing through him then all the way down to his crotch.
“i’m sorry i made you feel insecure,” he tries to change the subject, ignoring just how dry his mouth felt all of a sudden, “please never doubt how much i’m obsessed with you.”
you smiled at his words, nodding in acceptance.
you lean forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
jisung wanted to make it up to you, he wanted to make sure you had no doubt at all about how crazy he was about you—he wanted you to know this was just about the bet.
so he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled your body closer to him, deepening the kiss as you sighed contently.
he ran a hand down your back, slowly, cupping your ass softly as he felt you smiling against his lips.
“so obsessed with you,” he mumbles into the kiss, “so obsessed.”
“i’m obsessed with you too,” you sigh, unable to quite finish your sentence before jisung slips his tongue past your lips.
the kiss is still soft, jisung’s tongue moving slowly against yours, but his movements are more urgent as he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.
“my perfect, perfect girlfriend,” he sighs, kissing down your jaw.
jisung wants you. he wants you really bad. and he can have you. why not? the rule is, as felix put it, no fireworks. jisung is not the kind of man that can only have sex if he cums. he can just focus on you. he’ll just take care of you. that’s allowed.
“can i make it up to you?” he asks, eyes looking up at you as he moves your hair away from your face.
“how?” you cock your head to the side.
“i’ll touch you now, give you what you so clearly missed out on,” he chuckled.
you nodded instantly, biting your lip.
“you sure you can?” you ask, no hint of teasing in your words. you know how competitive jisung is, and you also know he really doesn’t have much self control. you wouldn’t want him to lose just because you were feeling a little insecure lately.
“yeah,” he nods. confidently.
you lean down to kiss him again.
jisung doesn’t waste any time pulling your sweats down your legs and helping you shimmy out of them. he slowly presses you down onto your back, pushing at each knee to keep your legs open for him.
he trailed his finger up your thighs, slowly, smirking at the way your eyes fluttered at his action. he’s still jisung, so he’s still a fucking tease, and he circled your lips once and twice, bringing his finger in between your folds casually.
before you think to protest, he dips the tip of his finger inside you, his eyes gleaming at the squelching noise. it’s only the tip of his index finger, but it’s enough to make you want more—so you buck your hips up in a silent request.
jisung leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your hipbone.
“don’t get needy,” he warned, “you know we shouldn’t be going crazy.”
you nod, taking in a deep breath as you focus on the feeling your boyfriend is giving you right now. you know you shouldn’t be greedy.
jisung is spread out in front of you, his whole body on the bed—face in front of your exposed pussy.
he leans his head against your thigh, kissing at the soft skin as his eyes fixate on his fingers—slowly, shallowly, going in and out.
“faster,” you dare.
jisung obeyed instantly, the tip of his finger tapping in and out of your entrance in quick shallow motions.
“ji, fuck baby,” you start chanting, breathing fast as the pleasure starts to consume you.
“more?” jisung raises his eyebrows at you, his smile big and cheeky as a sense of pride follows his movements.
“please, please more,” you pleaded.
jisung climbed up your body as he kissed around your collarbone, planting kiss after kiss after kiss before he pulled your shirt down enough to expose your bare chest.
“no bra?” he gasps.
“i said i was more comfortable around you,” you shrugged.
“fuck, baby,” he chuckled, “be as comfortable as you want.”
he grabbed your tit, kneading the skin before he rolled your nipple in between his fingers—a loud moan escaping you. jisung leaned down, sucking the sensitive bud as you grabbed onto his soft hair.
“ji,” you moaned, “fuck, please. please.”
“what?” he asked, almost genuinely. he knew you quite well at this point and he was doing everything you taught him you liked. what was he missing?
“want you,” you sighed.
“i’m here,” he smirked up at you, kissing your lips softly before turning his attention back to your nipples—tongue moving fast against it.
“can you, uh, would it be okay if you—“ you stuttered, unsure exactly how to ask for what you wanted. usually you just told jisung to fuck you, but you didn’t want to ask that now. still, you weren’t quite sure how to word your next request.
“what is it, baby?”
“can you use your mouth?” you blushed. but jisung didn’t even stop to tease you about it—and instead buried his face in between your thighs without a second to spare.
you squealed at the coolness of his tongue, taken aback by just how fast he was going from the start.
jisung was good at a lot of things—but you didn’t think anyone could possibly be so good at giving head. he proved just how good he was at it every chance he got, and now, he was determined to prove that point one more time.
your fingers carded in his hair, pulling at the strands as he placed his tongue flat against your clit—moving it in a pulsing pattern against the sensitive bud.
you’ve never been with anyone who ate pussy like him.
you weren’t even sure what you were saying, too lost in the feeling to realise you were chanting your boyfriend’s name like a prayer, mixed in with a few swear words and some questionable noises.
but it was driving jisung insane.
he loved knowing he was making you feel good, he loved the compliments that tumbled out of your mouth without you even realising it, he loved how you always said how good he was when he made you cum.
he couldn’t remember the last time you were this loud for him.
as you tugged on his hair again, pulling him even closer to your cunt, jisung grunted. he was rolling his hips into the mattress.
“fuck baby,” he pulled away slightly, catching his breath for a moment, “i’m gonna lose my fucking mind soon.”
he kept rutting into the mattress as he sucked on your clit, moaning against your body and causing another set of swear words to leave your lips.
“such a filthy fucking mouth,” he let out, his eyes hooded slightly as he looked up at you, his hips still rolling against the mattress. “how does someone so pretty sound so dirty?”
“ji,” you whimpered, “ji, your mouth is so good.”
“yeah,” he sighed before getting back to his task.
after a few moments, both of you rolling your hips in search of more friction, you started to whine.
“i’m close, i’m so close,” you said softly.
jisung knew you needed more to be able to cum, and although he could’ve just used his fingers—he was desperate for more, too.
so he climbed up your body and rolled his sweats down his thighs.
“what are you doing?” you asked quickly.
“just let me feel how warm you are,” he all but sobbed, “just for a little bit.”
“are you sure?” you checked, glancing down at his dick. he was swollen, hard, and the tip glistened with precum. you weren’t sure he would stop after a little bit, especially considering he was practically humping the bed until now.
“wanna feel how warm you are baby,” he repeated, kissing your neck, “please. i’ll stop if i get too close.”
you nodded at him. it was all you wanted too, to feel the stretch of his cock inside you, but you could tell jisung wasn’t thinking clearly as soon as you noticed just how blown his pupils were.
either way—how could you care about the stupid bet he made with his friends when the prettiest boy in the world was begging to put his cock inside you?
jisung lined himself up easily, his strong hands on either side of your shoulders before he pushed himself all the way inside you.
the pair of you groaned in unison.
“so fucking tight,” he sighed, “so wet.”
“it’s from how good you are at eating me out,” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders as you pulled him closer.
“can i move?” he asked, his nose bumping against your chin before he kissed you sloppily.
“it’s up to you, baby,” you nodded.
jisung thrust up into you. hard.
you yelped.
“more,” you couldn’t help but ask.
jisung repeated his actions, once and then twice, and then he was rubbing your clit fast.
“oh my god,” you moaned, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
jisung wouldn’t dream of stopping, not when you looked so good underneath him, moaning and grunting and biting your lip in pleasure.
he was focusing as best he could on thinking about literally anything else to push his own high as far away as he could.
he could do it. he could make you cum on his cock without losing. he knew he could do it.
and soon, your moans were getting high pitched and longer and then—
“i’m cumming!” you announced breathily, and jisung shut his eyes. it was one thing feeling you clench and pulse around him while keeping his focus, but he couldn’t possibly look at your blissed out face right now. he needed to focus.
once he felt you calm down, heard that little sigh you let out as soon as you relax, he knew it was safe to open his eyes.
“ji,” you chuckled, “that was fucking amazing.”
you kiss him, hand cradling his cheeks as you pepper more kisses around his face.
“happy to be of service,” he smirked at you. pride coated his shoulders as he kissed your cheek.
he actually fucking did it.
he took a moment to appreciate your expression, the sweat on your forehead, the way you were still taking in big breaths, your messy hair.
“fuck, i’m so lucky,” he let out. you chuckled in response.
“can i—would you be okay if i did the thing?” you asked, shyly.
only recently did the pair of you discover you both loved tasting your own release on each other. jisung would eat you out almost every time he came inside you, and you loved sucking him off after he fucked you. it wasn’t like you had to do it—but since this discovery, your aftercare reached a new level of hot.
“sure,” jisung nodded, laying down on the bed beside you after he slowly pulled out.
“tell me if i need to stop,” you said before kissing his lips.
“don’t worry, honey,” he smiled, “i got this.”
you nodded before sliding down his body.
you licked his tip softly, testing the waters, and hummed at the taste. the saltiness and your own taste combined together as you took more and more of his dick into your mouth.
you licked the shiny part of his thighs where a bit got away, sucking a small bruise into the skin. and then you licked his balls, and then you took all of him inside you.
jisung was quiet the whole time, his face scrunched in concentration. he wouldn’t even look at you.
“baby, you’re okay?” you asked, rubbing his thigh soothingly as you licked his tip slowly—still tasting yourself on his warm dick.
“yeah, baby, all good,” he grunted as he shut his eyes.
you took that as a sign you could keep going, and tried your hardest not to tease him too much. you just wanted to clean him off.
“there we go, my love,” you hummed, “all done.”
jisung opened his eyes with a smile, bringing a hand into your hair.
“thanks, baby,” he smiled, visibly relaxing in front of you.
“you did so well, ji,” you smiled, “so patient and calm for me. you’re gonna win this for us.”
you gleamed up at him, a big smile on your lips, and instinctively you found yourself bringing your hand around him as you stroked him twice.
“wait, wait, wait,” he said frantically—waving his hands at you.
but before you could question that kind of reaction, or even respond, his thighs had contracted in front of you as cum shot onto his stomach.
it was too late now, so you made sure he at least enjoyed it, stroking him in a pace you knew he liked as you watched the pleasure sink into his body.
“fuck!” he let out as he came down his high. “two fucking days?”
“i don’t understand what just happened,” you chuckled, sitting up. “was it something i said?”
“i shouldn’t have looked at you,” jisung groaned, bringing his hands up to rub his face. “your stupid cute smile.”
“really?” you giggled, “you could fuck me through an orgasm but me smiling at you was the last straw?”
“you know what,” jisung chuckled, grabbing the pillow next to him and launching it at you, “i wish you would bump me down to friend status.”
“you don’t mean that, jisung,” you smirked, reaching over to his bedside table for some tissues. you helped him clean up his now ruined shirt as the pair of you laughed.
jisung leaned up to kiss you, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.
“don’t call me that,” he whined as you pulled away.
“so like, i’m not allowed to call you by your legal name, i can’t smile at you, anything else?”
jisung rolled his eyes at you with a grin, leaning up to kiss you—tasting everything you cleaned up on your lips.
“two fucking days,” he mumbled again as he pulled away.
“get over it, ji,” you chuckled.
jisung huffed at himself, running a hand through his hair before he pulled his shirt off, letting you cuddle into him as the pair of you sighed into each other’s embrace.
his phone buzzed at that—pulling you away from your momentary post sex bliss as jisung read over the text.
minho: so how is movie night going? 😌
jisung: fuck you
“don’t worry, baby,” you said as you giggled at the texts on his screen, “the boys will never find out it was only two days.”
jisung grumbled at that.
“minho is a dick. and we all know he’s gonna win it, too.”
“sure, sure,” you patted his chest, thinking did it really matter that much? “i’m sure whoever wins will use their gift wisely.”
“oh wait, shit,” he exclaimed. you looked up at him curiously. “we were all busy the week of his birthday so chan said i need to plan a party for next week. will you help me?”
“of course, jisung,” you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“stop calling me that!” he chuckled, eyes wide as he shook you around by your shoulders.
you decided kissing him would calm him down, and it did—the pair of you kissing until you were both too tired to go on.
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Jisung taking care of his ex, y/n, who has amnesia and calls him daily, thinking that they are still together. Angst with comfort at the end
I still love you
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Another great request I luv u sm
Lovestruck hanji, mention of a car accident
Fluffy angst,not proof read once again
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You rolled over onto your side, you've been laying in bed all day.Well this is what your doctor told you to do in order to heal, but it's so painfully boring
You look out the window and see other people walking with their partners, friends, pets they don't even know how lucky they are to be able to leave the house so easily
Laying in bed all day may sound like a dream to anyone and it did to you before you actually had to do it, you feel so useless, you can't do anything on your own.Good thing you have your amazing boyfriend Jisung!He was there from the moment you woke up from your coma
A few months ago you got into a horrific car accident and that sent you into a coma, you were out for a while but you eventually woke up and saw han anxiously bouncing his leg and playing with his fingers. You were immediately put as ease once you saw him, it's like he can cure everything. Ever since then he's been taking care of you, helping you get better day by day.
You smiled to yourself after recalling the memories and picked up your phone to call him
"Hi hannie!" You exclaimed, han could tell you have a big smile painted on your face
"Oh, hi jagi, is everything okay?"
"Yeah but.. No. I miss you!Can you come over pleasee"
Han could never resist you, so he agreed and was on his way to your house
Han was so deeply in love with you, and if it wasn't for that car crash he wouldn't even be on his way to your house right now, han sometimes catches himself being grateful for it but thats fucked up. You broke up with him for a reason, you just don't know that.
But he also feels incredibly guilty, like this was all his fault,You and han got into a messy fight which was the cause of your break up, you left the house crying and ran to your car.A few hours later han got a call from the hospital to let him know that you, his ex, got into a car crash and now is in a coma.If only he ran after you, if only he was a better boyfriend,maybe this would have never happened
Once in your house he barely got time to breathe as you hugged him as soon as he got in the house
"Han! I missed you much!"
You said happily as you nuzzled your head into his neck
"Woah, slow down angel I don't want you to hurt your leg“
"I'll be fine my legs practically healed anyway"
You affirmed,grabbing onto his hand and limping to the living room,You guys chatted and hung out until the sunset, it's like when you talked to him he lost track of time
"Why are you frowning like that?"
You said with a slight giggle and smile to your face
"It's nothing" Han said blankly
"I know it's not just nothing, I've been with you for years now"
That's the thing, we aren't together anymore
Han wanted to tell you this so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to do it
They way you looked at him... You looked at him with such admiration, you had a special sparkle in your eyes that only appeared when you're with him
He can't just say you've been broken up this whole time that would be so mean of him...But he also can't keep pretending.He can't just keep acting like this doesn't keep him up every night, he has to let you know, at least one day
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I'M SO SORRY THIS FIC IS SO LATE OMG, I SWR NEXT TIME I'LL TRY TO GET IT OUT QUICKLY
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EX BOYFRIEND TEXTS | han jisung
non idol jisung x reader
HAHAHHAHA I was in a #silly goofy mood while I was drunk the other night and this was the outcome. Based on a true story. Lol.
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[7:14 PM]
Mafia AU
TW: None
Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified
WC: 0.6K
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In other news idk if y'all remember this but uh wip/another edition to the ever so popular chan vs han mafia timestamps HAHA
Chan looked at you like you'd just committed a cardinal sin. His expression, though flat, was all a facade, the common mask he wore around everyone, but you knew him better than that. You'd studied Chan like anyone would study a monster because that's what he was and you knew from his eyes alone that you had made a mistake. It was the way they burrowed through you, it was the way that they seemed to read your mind, and it was the way they sealed your fate.
"No, I have no plans for a divorce, why are you asking?" He finally says as if there were no tension at all. The papers in your hands seemed to be heavier now. "What's that you got there, my dear? Bring them over here," he gestures for you to come closer with an open hand. His brow was scrunched and his lips pressed in a tight line, but every step you took to his desk was like a funeral march. You placed the papers in his hands and he read through them thoroughly, much faster than the other papers on his desk, and with much more of a discerning eye than any of his other documents at all. Then, in one fluid movement, he ripped the papers and you flinched back at the suddenness of it. Once in half, then again, and again, until they were nothing but shreds. He chucked them into the waste basket next to his desk. "You won't be needing those, my dear. Did you need to ask me anything else?"
"... no, I was just curious..." you muttered.
"What was that?" He asks you to clarify. "I'm sorry, dear, I just want to know what on earth instilled such a horrible thought into you." He said it with a smile and you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders. "Or... hm... should I be asking who put that thought into you?" He leans forward toward you and, although you were standing straight, he still seemed to be much bigger than you. You swallowed harshly. Who? You wondered how he'd react if you told him the truth that it was by his own hand that this was happening now.
"No one, Chan, no one told me anything," you tried to steel your voice, but his scoff was enough of an answer for you.
"No one? Okay, I believe you," he gives you a slight nod. You take a step away from his desk and turn around to leave. Right as you opened the door, Chan spoke up behind you again.
"Tell Han to come inside on your way out, my love. I have a lot to talk about with him." The door shut behind you and you felt like your legs were about to give in from the pressure alone.
Han, meanwhile, kicked off from his spot on the wall across from you, his face as solemn as Chan's.
"Well... I'm fucked," he walks next to you, him facing the door and your back to it. His hand raised toward the doorknob, but he had one eye on the security camera in the corner. Once it had moved away from the two of you, his hand instead wrapped around your wrist and he leaned into your ear. "Tonight, I'll come to get you, and we'll go." You nodded your head slightly and, just as fast as he'd passed you, he'd left.
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no nut november - han jisung (5th to lose)
-> pairing : han x fem!reader
-> words count : 5k
-> genre : smut, ennemies-to-lovers
-> warnings : switch!han swearing, teasing, dirty talk, praising, protected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), face sitting, deep throathing, masturbation (m. and f.), use of 'good girl' and 'baby boy', marking, hair pulling, begging, a little bit of angst because han and y/n are dumb + the way i'm depicting jisung does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction
-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
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“- Are you serious !?”
Your smirk widened as you heard his annoyed voice ringing in the room. He must have found out that you finished Felix’s cookie. But Felix was your best friend, you didn’t like Han and you were hungry. Logical conclusion : you ate them regardless. The door of your room swung open as Jisung bursted into it, visibly furious. You turned around in your chair, your eyes falling in his angry ones immediately.
“- Serious about what ?
- Please ! I know you’re dumb but not that much.”
And your smile told it all : you knew very well what he was talking about, but pretending you didn’t and irritating him even more was always entertaining.
“- Oh ! The cookies, is that it ?
- Yes, that’s it !
- Well, how could’ve I known that you wanted one ?
- You could’ve been nice, for once in your life ?
- Towards you ? Never !
- I hate you.”
Jisung didn’t give you the time to answer but you didn’t mind, you just watched him storming out of your room, bragging about how much of a bitch you were.
“- I hate you too, don’t worry !”
You heard a door slamming somewhere in the apartment, and you laughed quietly at the noise, happy to have angered him to the point he left once again. It was either him or you who ran away from your arguments, but it was always about silly things like these cookies. You preferred to avoid serious subjects. It was safer, because you knew yourself, and you thus knew you were capable of saying the wrong thing very easily. The only thing you allowed yourself to do in his presence was fighting and teasing him, because you knew that he was attracted to you as much as you were to him.
In the first place, you weren’t seeing him as anything but a talented guy. You became trainees almost at the same time, and he was so much better than you at everything. He was good at dancing, singing, rapping, and composing music. Everything he did was immediately incredible, just because it was him. You weren’t bad, not at all, but having this as your goal to reach and surpass was overwhelming and putting pressure on you. On top of that, Jisung had a good personality. He was kind, funny and a good friend. He even tried to help you a few times, but all you had in mind was that he was your rival, your enemy. So, you pushed him away, not seeing the disappointment in his eyes everytime you did.
And little by little, your frustration of not being able to do at least as good as him started to become hate, until the point there was no going back, until the point the only thing holding you back from saying it all to him was your career. Jisung must have sensed your hostility, because he started to look at you from afar, he stopped trying to talk to you and you felt relieved somehow - you couldn’t have carried on with this behavior if he kept being so gentle with you.
The thing was that you couldn’t help being attracted to him, even after all your arguments, after all that jealousy. With time, it all faded to end up in a bittersweet habit that you didn’t want to break, afraid that it would shatter the only relationship that you had with him. You weren’t jealous anymore, but you didn’t know how to act around him, other than arguing for the most stupid things.
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“- Felix !”
You jumped in your friend’s arms, happy to see him after this exhausting night. You liked to see other people, but award shows were always nerve wracking for you. Your favorite part of it was just starting : the after party. Felix guided you to a table where he poured you a drink that you definitely needed and deserved after all the hard work you put in to win this award. As you were talking with him, you let your eyes wander around the room until they landed on Jisung.
He must have felt your gaze on him because he turned to you, his eyes fixed on yours. Your smile widened when he looked down, checking out your outfit. When he glanced at you again, you felt like a fire had started to burn into your stomach. He always had that effect on you, raising up something you didn’t want to think about. What you wanted to think about right now was your plan.
Your plan was to make him surrender. Felix had told you about their stupid bet once, when he was a little drunk with you, and you decided to take advantage of it, you decided to make Han lose. If there was only one thing about him that you knew, it’s that he was as attracted to you as you were to him. You tried almost everything you could to bring him to the edge. But you didn’t get any reactions out of him, which was really starting to irritate you.
So, tonight was the night. If you got nothing from him this time too, you would give up. And maybe it would help you to move on from him, finally. Deep inside, you really hoped he would react, because you didn’t want to stop seeing him, teasing him, fighting with him. It was the good part of each one of your days, you didn’t want it to stop.
And you didn’t stop, spending the whole night touching him even when it wasn’t necessary, staying close to him even if you didn’t address a word to him, teasing him even if he seemed more and more tense as time passed by. But it wasn’t like you were exactly calm yourself, on the contrary. You drank, and drank, and drank to relax, until the point you were a bit tipsy. You were less anxious, but the control you had over your words worsened too quickly. You would have to stop with alcohol if you wanted to keep a little dignity.
And as you laughed one more time at one of Jeongin’s joke, you landed your hand on Jisung’s arm, feeling a shiver running on his bare skin. He got rid of his stage outfit, instead wearing black tight jeans and a white shirt tucked inside, making his waist look so slutty you practically drooled at the sight. Suddenly, your wrist was trapped inside the iron grip of his fingers, leaving you no other choice than to follow him when he excused himself, pulling you with him to the hallway, slamming the door shut behind the two of you.
“- What do you think you’re doing ?”
He was breathing heavily, as if he was holding back from saying or doing something - and you hoped it was from fucking you right there. You smiled innocently under his lustful gaze, trying not to seem too excited by the whole situation.
“- I didn’t do anything Jisung… What do you think I’m doing ?”
Han took a step towards you, checking you out without an ounce of shame. Why should he after all ? You did that too many times to count, couldn’t really hold it against him now.
“- I think you’re trying to make me lose. It’s all about that bet, isn’t it ? Wanted to see me fall apart since the first day.
- And ? Did it work ?”
You watched closely when he licked his lips, wondering what he could do to your body with that exact same tongue. He took another step towards you, and another, until his face was only inches away from yours.
“- You want to see how much ?
- Yes.”
Your voice came out shaky, but Jisung didn’t seem to mind since he took your face into his hands, lowering his lips to the point they were almost touching yours. He took a second or two, taking in your whole face as if he wanted to remember it forever. But quickly, everything that wasn’t his lips on yours left your mind : the moment he kissed you, the world got blurred.
Han’s hands found their way to your hips, gripping on them to keep you as close to him as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, opening your mouth gladly when you felt his tongue licking your lips, moaning when he deepened the kisses. You felt your back hit the wall behind you, and Jisung’s body pressing into yours. You smiled lightly when his erection pressed up against your thigh. All you did was for that exact moment, for the moment he’ll finally give up.
Without a word, you pushed him away from you just enough for you to get on your knees, your hands searching for his belt immediately. But Jisung stopped you just as quickly, putting his hands on yours. Your eyes fell into his, absolutely loving what you saw. It was what you wanted all along, seeing how much he wanted you. He was out of breath, his cheeks were bright red, his hair were messy thanks to your hands and his gaze was shining with envy. He was just so hot, without even trying.
“- We shouldn’t do that…
- What ? You’re gonna tell me you don’t want me to suck your dick ?”
You distinctly saw him shallow, his eyes wandered all around the corridor before they came back to you.
“- I just don’t want you to be seen loving it so much.”
His fucking smirk was back, and you never thought you’ll like it this much one day. But you did. And as his hands left yours, you came back to your previous activity, unbuckling his belt and sliding his clothes just enough to free his cock. You stuck your tongue out, licking just his tip playfully, and then all along his dick.
“- Hurry up, we can’t get caught.”
You chuckled lightly ; of course he didn’t want to admit that he was just craving your touch. But he wasn’t totally wrong. You were in a hallway, and even if it was late and that the probability of someone walking on you was very low, maybe it could happen. And to be honest, you were excited by this idea, by someone seeing how desperate Jisung was for you, that he needed you to the point he couldn’t hold back until you were alone - ignoring the fact that you offered that.
Maybe he was desperate, but you were eager to please him too, to finally feel him and taste him. You took his cock in your mouth little by little, relaxing your throat with slow moves of your head. When your nose touched his pubis, you could tell Jisung was really lost in his pleasure. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth was hanging open, letting out whimpers and pleas.
“- I swear if you don’t start to move I’m going to lose my mind…”
Jisung could have easily taken your hair and made you move himself, but he was so putty in your hands his body wasn’t responding anymore. You grabbed his thighs for support - and not because you wanted to touch them, not at all - then, you finally started to bob your head. You heard Han whine loudly, biting his lower lip immediately to prevent any other sound to escape his mouth.
“- S-Shit ! You’re too good at that…”
Maybe you would have responded, if your mouth wasn’t full. One of his hand flew to your hair, gripping on them tightly when you hollowed your cheeks and twirled your tongue around his cock. He was hitting the back of your throat with each move you’d make, and you could sense that he was holding back from fucking your mouth, you could feel his dick twitching. But you didn’t want him to restrain himself. No. You wanted him to completely let go, completely give in to you. So you sucked him harder.
“- F-Fuck ! Don’t stop… Please.”
You let his cock fall out of your mouth, licking on it a few times before glancing back at him. He looked fucked out already, and you liked it too much for your own good.
“- No need to beg for it baby… Serve yourself.”
His dick was back in your mouth before he could say a single word, a moan escaping his lips instead. Jisung let out another obscenity before he started to thrust into your mouth slowly, not wanting to hurt you at first, but he quickly lost control at how tight your throat felt around him. Your eyes filled up with tears as he started fucking your mouth faster, roughly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was seemingly on the edge of his climax.
Han knew he had to stop. He should have stopped before cumming, he would’ve still participated in the bet. However, he couldn't. He couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t stop you. He was dreaming about this for too long to stop now. All he wanted was to shoot his load down your throat and then bury his face in your pussy for hours.
“- Oh God ! I-I can’t… I- Fuck, baby !”
You felt his cock twitch in your mouth once again, and then his hot cum landed directly in your throat, leaving you no other choice but to swallow it, moaning too when you finally tasted him. Some of his seed spilled out of your mouth, dripping on your chin and then on the floor, but your mind was focused on how sweet Jisung’s voice was sounding, whimpering your name as you licked him clean. He seemed to definitely lose it when you gathered the cum resting on your chin on your thumb, sucking on it right after.
When you got back on your feets, your knees were aching, and your jaw too. But it was worth it, especially when you saw Han trying to recompose himself by arranging his hair, trying to look unbothered but you could see his hands shaking. Were you in a better state ? Not really since your panties were soaked in your arousal, sticking to your cunt. And you knew by the way he had gripped your hair that they were probably too messy to only look like you two had another argument.
“- Y/N ?”
You were about to head back inside after arranging your hairstyle a bit, trying to not let him see how shaken you were by what had just happened. You put on a mask of confidence before turning to look at him, finding Han buried in a state of nervousness you’ve never seen him into before. He had always been that cocky guy around you, full of himself as if he knew the effect he had on you, not that anxious boy scratching the back of his neck and barely looking at you.
“- What ?
- Do… Do you want to come with me to the hotel ? I didn’t even had the chance to show you how well I can use that tongue…”
If he had let you see a vulnerable side of him, it disappeared quickly, only to let you contemplate that smug smile of his. You sighed, holding back your own smile to spread across your face. Wasn’t that what you waited for ?
“- You’ll have to make it worth it baby.”
He tried no to show how much this nickname was affecting him, or how turned on your smirk was getting him already. You had certainly noticed at this point, but he had always been admirative of your ability to act like nothing happened even when you should have been crying. Like this time when you performed for your monthly evaluations with a broken ankle, smiling at the jury as if you weren’t dying on the inside. Or like right now, as you were jocking around with Felix and San, as if he wasn’t fucking your throat minutes ago. Jisung would never say it out loud, but he had dreamt about this since the first time his eyes crossed yours in the rehearsal room, years ago.
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You stumbled across his room, not even remembering how you made it to the door, the only thing crossing your mind being his hands trying to unzip your dress, and yours unbuckling his belt for the second time tonight. You pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed and getting rid of your dress yourself under his hungry gaze. Jisung’s eyes were wide open, watching closely as the piece of clothing fell to the floor, pooling at your feets.
He tried to say something, but his throat was dry, and he could only look as you straddled him. His body seemed to understand what was happening only when you leaned in to kiss him again, your tongue entering his mouth easily. His hands wandered on your skin, moaning when he felt your warmth under his touch and your fingers running through his hair.
“- You’re so gorgeous… I need more baby, please…”
You took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, earning some incoherent whines from him.
“- You need what ? You need to be more specific, baby boy.”
It only made him moan some more as you started grinding against his bulge. The fact that he was still fully dressed while you were only wearing your underwear turned him on. You should’ve been the one feeling small and vulnerable, but here you were, teasing him, having control, and Han loved it.
“- I need you to touch me… Please, please…”
Your smile softened when you heard him beg. It was what you had always dreamt of - of having Han Jisung on his knees for you.
“- But didn’t you promise to show me how well you could use your tongue ?
- Yes ! Yes, I’ll eat you out, I just want to be good for you…”
There was something so wrong about seeing this proper and talented guy so desperate for you, and only you. But it was also so exciting, you didn’t think about it twice before throwing away your panties and pushing him to lay down on the mattress. And when Jisung saw you crawling until you straddled his face this time, he felt like his heart would come out of his chest from how fast it was beating.
“- You’ll better not make me regret coming here baby.”
Maybe he would have responded, if his mouth wasn’t full of your pussy. You lowered yourself on his tongue, moaning when he started to lick your clit. You kept yourself up on your knees, not wanting to suffocate him, but his hands gripped your thighs, pushing you entirely on his face, not giving a fuck about if he could still breath or not. He just wanted to dive in your cunt forever, to taste you for hours, to stay between your thighs for as long as you’ll allow him to.
“- That’s it Hannie, feels so good…”
You grabbed his hair again, pressing his face harder against your wetness, getting him to moan so loudly you thought he was coming. Jisung licked your slit, tasting your sweet juice again and again, knowing he’d never get tired of it. His tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves harshly, feeling your thighs tense under his fingers. Your moans were making him dizzy, and he was so hard he thought he could come undone just from your savor and your praises.
“- So great with that tongue, you didn’t lie… Now make me cum, I can’t wait to feel you in me…”
Han didn’t need you to tell him twice before he pushed his tongue past your walls, his nose rubbing against your clit. You threw your head back as waves of pleasure washed over you, grinding on his face shamelessly and crying out his name over and over, until it felt too much. Your legs were trembling as you slowly got off from him, allowing him to finally sit up.
He was as breathless as you, his lips and chin were covered in your arousal, his eyes were glistening, and you didn’t know if it was from tears or just excitement. You stared at each other for a few seconds, without saying a word, before his hoarse voice came out.
“- Let me fuck you… Please…”
You bit your lips, your eyes focusing solely on his lips for a moment, before you leaned in to kiss him again. This was enough of an answer for Jisung, and this time, everything coming near to demanding was only a memory as he grabbed your breast over your bra roughly. You moaned in the kiss, and he took advantage of it to rub his tongue against yours messily, saliva dripping down your chin.
He didn’t stop kissing you when he took off your underwear, nor when he pinned you against the bed, only letting your mouth go to get rid of his own clothes. He threw them away quickly, not caring where they landed as your hands ran his chest up and down, biting your bottom lip as he also got rid of his pants and underwear. You couldn’t lie to yourself when it came to him : he was looking like a greek god, naked under the moonlight.
“- Fuck me Jisung. I want you to ruin me.”
His eyes darkened, if that was even possible, but you didn’t get the chance to admire that as he dived in again to kiss you passionately, moaning in each other's mouth, teeth clashing and tongues dancing together. You felt his hands caressing your knee before spreading them open with a strength you didn’t think he’d have. Another whine escaped your lips at the images running in your mind from this newfound information.
“- Please, tell me you have a condom or I might go crazy.”
You smiled, and pushed him away just enough to grab your bag abandoned on the floor next to the bed, searching in a little side pocket to hand him a condom, trying not to get distracted by his hands grabbing your ass cheeks.
“- I’m surprised you don’t have one.
- Sorry, didn't expect a little brat to suck my dick tonight.”
You chuckled at his mumbled words, pulling on his hair to bring back his lips on yours. Jisung tried to focus on it all at once : getting the condom on, kissing you, and not fainting. He seemed all confident and composed, but his hands were shaking from anticipation and nervousness as they landed on your thighs again. He knew you were the type to get a new guy every week just for fun, you had so much more experience than him, what if he ended up embarrassing himself ?
“- If you don’t fuck me right now, I might go crazy.”
Your whiny voice - as much as you tried to sound composed - made him come back to reality. And the moment he pushed his cock past your folds, the moment he felt your wetness engulfing him, the moment he heard your desperate moans for more of his dick, his brain deactivated definitely. Han hissed when he finally filled you up fully, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck as he started moving, holding your legs up, allowing him to thrust deeper each time.
“- Fuck… You feel so good, so wet and tight just for me… It is just for me right ?”
He didn’t know where this possessiveness was coming from, nor did you, but judging by the way you clenched around him as he whispered the words against your sensitive skin, it wasn’t really bothering you. But you didn’t answer, focused on the way his cock was hitting all the right places already, making it hard for you to contain your noises. Until a hard thrust of his hips made you cry out his name.
“- F-Fuck Jisung ! Keep going…
- Answer baby, is this all for me ?”
Another thrust that made you see stars behind your closed eyes - a vain attempt to hold yourself back from moaning at each one of his moves. He kissed the skin of your neck slowly at first, quickly turning into sucking, biting and marking you. You had a stage tomorrow, and it was obvious that it would leave purple marks on your skin. But at this exact moment you couldn’t care less about it.
“- Yes, yes, just for you !”
Han groaned loudly before he stood up on his knee, wrapping your legs around his waist and his hands gripping on your body as he started to pound into you, making your back arch and your mouth hang open, an incoherent mix between pleas, his name and animalistic sounds coming out. Trying to keep some sanity, you grabbed the sheets beneath you, looking up at Jisung between your legs : sweats was glistening on his skin, moans falling from his lips with every little clench of your cunt around him
“- That’s my good girl… Shit ! Letting me use her sweet pussy like that, screaming only my name. Only mine.
- Yeah ! Y-Yes… Only yours Ji !”
Your grip on the sheets wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him.
“- More.”
It took no more than a word from you to get him. The weight of his body soon crushed you into the mattress, the skin-to-skin contact making you whimper. You immediately ran one of your hands through his hair, the other one resting on his back, needing to feel more of him. He came back to your neck, attacking the other side this time as the speed of his thrusts increased. Your nails dug into the skin of his back when he hit your g-spot again, making you clench so hard around him he thought you were cumming.
“- God, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that princess…
- Don’t care, I want your cum all over me.”
A loud moan escaped his mouth before you felt him pull out of your dripping cunt, jerking himself off right away. The loss of his dick was soon replaced by two of your own fingers pushing into your pussy, circling your clit as you watched him fall apart in front of your eyes.
“- Oh fuck ! Shit, shit, shit… I-”
Another loud moan interrupted him as his hot cum landed on your stomach and breast, some even ending up on your chin. His blissed out face and little whines as he slowly stopped moving his hand just did it for you, cumming hard around your own fingers, missing the look of wonder Han threw at you when you came, rubbing your thighs gently to help you come back to reality.
You didn’t know how much time passed by like this, next thing you knew was that you were in Jisung’s arms, legs tangled, and your face buried in his chest. Your eyes opened with difficulty, blinded by the light of the bright sun coming from the window - you didn’t really care about closing the curtains last night. With almost as much struggle, you managed to get out of his embrace, heading to the bathroom with your clothes from yesterday that you picked up on the floor.
As soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror, you gasped. If last night, you enjoyed his mouth on your neck, you were regretting it now that you saw how many hickeys he left on your skin, and how dark they were. You couldn’t ask the stylist to give you something else since the outfits of your group had already been selected. You sighed while thinking about what you’ll need to do to convince the staff so they would cover this up with makeup.
“- Couldn’t keep his mouth shut, as always.
- I won’t apologize for this, everyone should know you’re mine”
You turned around quickly, finding Jisung landing against the door frame of the bathroom, his fucking smirk back on his lips as you tried to process what he had just said. Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t do that. It was too complicated. So you just decided to brush it off, and focused on taking off your makeup that was smeared around your eyes instead - keeping your hands busy to keep your mind busy too.
“- Stop with that. I’m not yours.”
You saw his smile drop in the mirror, and it suddenly felt like a heavy burden was weighing on your shoulders, like it was getting harder to breathe.
“- I- Fuck… I can’t keep this up anymore Y/N.
- What are you talking about ?”
Maybe playing dumb would allow you to ditch this conversation. You were not ready. Not ready to admit what you were feeling, and not ready to accept that he was maybe feeling the same way.
“- I’m talking about us, about… About this whole fucked up relationship, because I know for a fact that you don’t hate me, and I can’t bring myself to hate you either. I’m tired of lying and always pretending that I don’t want to be near you when this is all I dream about. I don’t know what you want, but I’m pretty sure that I want you all for myself.”
From the way he was talking, from the anger and sadness that was pouring out of his words, you knew that it came from his heart, that he had been holding back for a long time. And maybe you did too. Because you slowly turned to look at him again, head down and playing with his fingers restlessly.
“- I… It’s way too complicated Jisung, and you know it.”
Suddenly, his eyes were fixed in yours again, and you were only inches away from each other’s body. It seemed as if his gaze was burning with fire, as if he was struggling to keep himself together.
“- I don’t give a fuck about that ! I don’t give a fuck about the stupid shit you find complicated ! Because you know that it is not impossible, you know it. I just want you. That’s as simple as that.”
You breathed heavily as he calmed down quickly, coming back to his previous state of anxiety. You didn’t dare to say a word, afraid to hurt him once again when all you really wanted was to hold him.
“- Please, just say something.”
You felt your eyes well up with tears as you hugged him tight, his arms immediately wrapping around you, as if it was where you should be. Your plan was not to get there, but now that his fingers were stroking your hair gently, and that his intoxicating scent was surrounding you, were you really regretting it ?
“- Maybe… Maybe I want you all for myself too, and… Maybe we can try.”
Both of you will need a long and serious talk, but Han’s smile as he buried his face in your hair and your heart fluttering when he did so was enough of an explanation for now. And as he took you back to the bed, caressing your skin tenderly, the bet was long forgotten.
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Not sure if you’re taking requests, but the THOUGHT of Jisung slowly fucking you while you’re trying to have a serious phone conversation with Chan or Minho has been sitting in my head rent free FOR DAYS🤦🏻♀️🥵
And everytime you try to cut the conversation short or hang up, Jisung threatens to stop altogether.
Stop it, I’m not okay😭😩
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You could hardly breathe, let alone speak into the phone laying on your chest. Minho was on speaker on the other end telling you about his upcoming schedule and how exhausted he was going to be by the end of it. Typical conversation, right?
Of course not when Jisung is your boyfriend and has an insatiable appetite for experimentation. Which is how he got you on your back, underwear discarded and him rubbing his cock back and forth against your clit. It took everything in you not to moan as he stared down at you with that hungry look in his eyes, waiting for you to break even just a little knowing his friend on the call would call you out the second something felt remotely off.
Lip between your teeth, you bit back the bratty comment you so badly wanted to make at your boyfriend. Jisung just smiled and continued to press his tip into your bundle of nerves, dragging it so lazily that it felt like he was trying to get you to break on purpose. Granted, he was, but only because he knew you could take it.
Your head fell back as he hit a particular spot and you had to clap your hand over your mouth.
“Y/N? Are you even listening? I’m trying to confide in you and—“
“I— I’m listening, I promise. You just… caught me at a—“ Jisung prodded at your entrance with his fingers and stole your voice entirely. He urged you to continue, silently threatening to stop with his stare. “…bad time.”
“I don’t really care, I need your undivided attention. Whatever it is can wait. Me— your friend— is more important.”
“You’re right. Talk to me, I’m here.” Your boyfriend liked that answer, slipping his fingers out of your hole to bring them up to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation and savored the taste on your tongue. Jisung enjoyed the view, his own tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth with a mischievous grin.
The man above you hiked your legs higher up his torso and teased your clit a few moments more before ridding himself of his shirt all together. The plain of his abs taking over your line of sight, you couldn’t help reaching up to touch and let your fingers trace the lines across it.
“I just wanna dance. That’s what I signed up for. I have so many covers recorded and none of them—“
Jisung thought it was a great time to prod at your entrance with his thick tip, you bit down on his fingers to suppress another moan.
“—have even been in the talks of seeing the light of day. It’s frustrating.”
“Have you—“ your voice was muffled by your boyfriend’s digits, popping them out for a moment to speak, “—spoken to the company?”
“Of course I have! They always say it’s never the right time.”
He pushed into you, languid and unrushed, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion with every millimeter he sunk deeper. Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ shape and raked your claws down his abdomen. Jisung chuckled quietly until he came to the hilt. When your eyes rolled back and shut, Jisung squeezed your cheeks to pucker your lips and forced your concentration back to the conversation.
You felt so full and on the verge of vibrating out of your skin but found the strength to speak. “What about that— mmph— that messaging thing?” Jisung’s thumb found your clit again and circled it ever so lightly, hardly thrusting in and out. The sounds were wet and on the louder side, you wondered if Minho could hear it.
“Bubble? What, send dance videos there? It’s a paid platform, not everyone will get to see it.”
For a second you sobered up of the premature excitement, “idiot, you think the stuff you send there isn’t shared? It’ll get out even if you ask not to.”
Your boyfriend nodded along with your answer, agreeing. But then his thrusts picked up just a little, pulling out further to plunge back into the sweet spot he knew just how to hit. The light pressure to your nerves was driving you insane, almost as much as this conversation was.
Minho was silent for a second, but Jisung didn’t stop moving. “What are you doing?” The man on the phone suddenly asked.
You panicked and it made Jisung push in incredibly deep, “e— eating. I’m eating.”
“…Okaaaay… Still, I want it official, y’know? Like on our YouTube and stuff.”
It felt like Jisung wasn’t even moving but the constant stimulation told you that wasn’t the case. His own head tipped back and he let out a long, deep sigh, then gripped onto your hip with his free hand hard enough to bruise. He settled more comfortably on he knees to fuck up into you while switching to opt for shorter and repetitive thrusts. The pressure in your belly was rising higher as he continued to hit your soft spot. “What if you just– f– posted it yourself?” Jisung smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Are you on a treadmill or something? Why do you sound out of breath?”
Your boyfriend leaned down and kissed up the valley of your chest, lightly teething at your skin. A hand came to tangle in his hair instead of keeping the conversation going and he shot a look up at you through his lashes. “The walk to the sink is far. Guess I should exercise more.” Jisung winked and kept going, doing a number on your clit that made your skin burn delightfully.
“Come with me and Jisung next time, maybe it’ll get him to stop complaining about how much he misses you. Anyways, back to me.” You held back a laugh that in turn made your boyfriend giggle as well, rumbling chest to chest. Walls clenching tighter around him, when he started to push harder into your clit you knew he was trying to get you along. You dug your heels into his back and pulled him flush against you. “Should I just make my own YouTube account? Just for dance videos? No, I’d get kicked out for that. What if I…”
Minho continued to speak without giving you a chance to intervene, not that you minded in the slightest. Jisung took advantage of it and rubbed just the way he knew to get you to cum around him, and it was working. Your friend on the phone was clueless and it made the both of you all the more aroused knowing you were going to get away with it. In a way, it was a proud feeling, something of a cross between accomplished and erotic with how simple this one inclusion in the bedroom was. You felt the knot tightening in your belly much tighter than usual and every nerve in your body tingled as you gripped onto Jisung’s hair for support. His face was right next to your phone on your chest, still urging you to pay attention to Minho. But it was getting harder to do so when your boyfriend was being so relentless.
Perhaps forgiveness would be a small price to pay for such a wonderful high that was just within reach. You could no longer hear what Minho was saying, just that he was speaking. All of your concentration went to keeping quiet and you couldn’t even do that anymore. The grip your teeth had on your bottom lip was on the verge of drawing blood, rutting your hips up in time with Jisung’s for maximum feeling. And that just about did it, a good nudge of his thumb at the same time as he prodded at your sweet spot and the sensation took over your body to lock him against your chest and buried within you. By the time the feeling passed, Jisung had left more than one obvious mark across your skin that was deepening with every second.
“Are you done?” Minho’s voice snapped you out of your glowy haze.
“Hm? Done with what?” Airy tone and a smile on your face, you felt Jisung kissing up your neck as the phone fell to the side of your head.
“Getting dicked down. I have real issues that require your help, and your boyfriend’s. Hi, Jisung.”
The two of you giggled, embarrassed but not nearly as much as you should have been. Jisung greeted his friend, then stole the phone to mute it for a moment. He leaned into menacingly whisper, “I didn’t finish, baby. Don’t think we’re done quite yet.”
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If you're still doing requests, what about Bi-han falling for Madam Bo's granddaughter?
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a/n: i gotchu cuties. this turned out much fluffier than i thought.
pairing: bi han x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), praise kink
Kuai Liang had managed to convince Bi Han that they all should go to Madam Bo’s for dinner as a treat for a difficult but successful mission
and so, they all were sitting at Madam Bo’s, drinking the complementary green tea while waiting for the waiter to come and take their order
you walk on over, a pretty smile on your face and sweet voice greeting the three of them and ask for their order, and Bi Han is enraptured by your beauty
his eyes trail over your body, and he notes how there’s clearly some muscle build-up in your arms and legs, especially your ample chest
but he tries to hide his feeling, just grunting out his order as Tomas and Kuai Liang ask for today’s special and anything you would recommend
you smile and laugh at Tomas’s joke, and Bi Han shoots him a dirty glare, but then shakes it off because it’s not like the two of you are dating or anything
you take off with their orders, and Tomas smiles back at Bi Han with a shit-eating smirk, and Bi Han growls at him to not say a single word
Madam Bo comes over soon after you’ve left and asks the three of them how they’re doing, and they all respond cordially
she asks whether her granddaughter is treating all of them well, and Bi Han figures that all the muscle in your body comes from training in martial arts
you come back soon with their drink orders, and Madam Bo introduces the three of them to you and says you should train with them, that they’re some of the best and that Bi Han is the grandmaster of them all
you light up at her words, clearly excited to go and improve your martial arts skills, and Bi Han reluctantly agrees, he respected Madam Bo a great deal and would allow this
after dinner, you tell them to pick you up in one week as you’ve got some unfinished business to take care, and he grunts out an agreement before leaving with his brothers
but he can’t hide the small blush on his face without the mask and hopes you didn’t see it
as agreed, he comes back a week later and picks you up by himself
you’ve packed light, only the essentials and an extra pair of clothes, and he hums approvingly, eyes maybe lingering a bit too long on how the uniform fits your body perfectly
he takes you to the Lin Kuei base, and you unpack and immediately start your training with fighting against some of the lower-level foot soldiers
but you prove to be much more formidable than he had thought
he watches from his own training area as you easily dispatch of the foot ninjas, letting them come at you in groups at a time and taking them down in a flash
you may not have any special power, but you certainly had the hard work and training and muscle to prove your strength
by the end of the day, you’re hardly covered in a scratch, some sweat beads at your hairline but otherwise you look unaffected as you bow and head off to the showers to wash off the day’s grime
Bi Han watches as you walk away and feels his heart stutter in his chest as your hips sway back and forth
Tomas pokes at his arm teasingly, and Bi Han swipes at him with an ice spear, but the assassin disappears into a cloud of smoke, only his laughter echoing in the air
the next day, you ask Tomas to a duel, smiling teasingly, and Tomas agrees
Bi Han stands on the sideline, officiating the spar and calls for the spar to start, and for a moment, nothing happens, the both of you sizing each other up
finally, you strike first, and Tomas retaliates, dodging and disappearing as you go to hit him
but you quickly learn his weak spots and land a few quick strikes on him, and he lands a few hits on you as well
it’s mesmerizing, and Bi Han watches in fascination as you move like water on the ground, moving effortlessly and redirecting your momentum and energy rather than fighting against it
you lose, caught in a moment of weakness when your eyes glance over to Bi Han, and Tomas has you pinned down to the floor
you yield, and he gets off of you, and you two bow towards each other before Tomas engages in a much more friendly conversation with you
he offers to train you, and Bi Han stalks up to the both of you, ordering Tomas to go on some useless errand, and Bi Han tells you he will train you personally
you smile and salute him lazily, asking him when the lessons start
he says now and walks into the training field and beckons you to come
he walks you through the basics, making sure nothing was out of place and only makes minute changes to your stance
he moves through the levels of training slowly, making sure all of your stances and hits are perfect, and you move through them patiently, never once complaining
by the end of the night, you’re sweating but have worked through most of the stances and hits with Bi Han correcting you every so often
he tells you good job, and you smile and blush and Bi Han’s glad his mask hides the flush on his cheeks
he tells you to go and grab dinner and wash off the day, and you hurry off while Bi Han goes to the dining hall and tries to get his thoughts off of you
the next day, he meets you for training and tells you to spar with him
you smile and stay light on your feet as you both circle each other, and Bi Han attacks first
you easily dodge, and the two of you engage with each other in a blur of fists, but soon enough, Bi Han has you pinned down to the ground, wrists pinned above you and chest heaving up and down
Bi Han can’t help but blush at the sight of your breasts raising up, and how you’re so exposed to him right now, but he gets off, shaking off the lewd thoughts
you smile and grin and ask him to go again, and he grunts in agreement
the rest of the day is spent sparring, only a small break for lunch where you regale him with tales of tourists coming to Madam Bo’s and hitting on you with terrible jokes
you tell him about one time how a guy decided to get too handsy, and you flipped him on his back in front of everyone
Bi Han tells you good, that’ exactly what you should’ve done, and you grin widely at him
your days are spent training with Bi Han, sometimes Kuai Liang and Tomas when Bi Han gets too busy, and the two of you get closer and closer
you two always make time to eat lunch with each other and sit closer and closer together until the both of you are squished right next to each other despite the ample space
he can’t help himself from thinking about how soft your thigh is pressed against his, and he has to think clean thoughts as his dick starts taking an interest
after sparring that day, you finally beat him, standing over him proudly with the wooden sword pointed at his throat, and he congratulates you
you smile and help him up, giddy that you had finally beaten the Grandmaster, and throw your arms him, wrapping him in a tight hug
he freezes at the contact, and you realize what you’ve done and let go of him apologizing, but he drags you back into his embrace
he buries his face in your neck and breathes in your sweet scent, and his face heats up at the feeling of your chest pushing into him
he finally pulls back, and you stay in his arms and ask him if you can kiss him
he breathlessly tells you yes, and you reach up to cup his face before kissing him softly
he’s not quite sure of how to kiss you at first, having spent his entire life at the Lin Kuei, but he learns quickly and it has you groaning into his mouth
you both part after a few seconds, both breathless and flushed pink, and he clears his throat and averts his gaze from your wide eyes
he escorts you back to your room, and you grab his hand, asking him what this is
he stands quiet for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wants to tell you he’s wanted you since the second he saw you, he wants to tell you how he wants you all to himself, and how badly he wants to fuck you
he just tells you that he wants to court you properly, and you smile and nod before disappearing in your room
Bi Han’s head spins as he returns to his room, and he can’t help himself from pulling out his half-hard dick and pumping himself, thinking about your soft lips
he comes into his hand quietly and cleans himself up and goes to bed, thinking of how to court you properly
he brings you small gifts throughout the days, fills up your plate for you, walks you to and fro from your room to the training rooms, the dining halls, and everywhere else
on your final day at the Lin Kuei, late at night after he’s finished sparring with you, he gives you a soft kiss goodnight but before he can leave, you hold onto his hand and invite him inside, face burning red
he blushes and enters your room and closes the door behind him softly
you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly, he deepens the kiss, prodding at your lips with with his tongue, and you let him in
the two of you make-out for a few moments, grinding against each other slowly, and Bi Han can feel his dick hardening
he walks you backward, still kissing you, until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward
you look like an angel, lips swollen and hair spread around your head like a halo, and Bi Han groans at the sight
he undresses you slowly, slipping off the training uniform, and he traces your soft skin with his fingers, fingertips dragging along the grooves of your muscles flexing underneath his cool touch
you let him explore your upper body, tracing your body and cupping your breasts and softly squeezing them
he gets rid of his own shirt, and you explore him just the same, sitting up to trace your fingers along his arms and his stomach
Bi Han takes off his pants, dick springing upwards, and you undress yourself similarly, and Bi Han drools at the sight of your bare cunt laid out for him
he gets on top of you, cupping your face and kissing you gently as you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your wet pussy into his dick
the both of you just gently grind against each other, small moans of pleasure escaping Bi Han’s lips and little whimpers coming from your throat
eventually he breaks away from your lips and lines himself up with you and slides in slowly
you whine at the stretch, tears pricking at your eyes, and Bi Han kisses them away softly and gently thrusts in and out of you
you’re so warm and tight around him, and he can feel the way your pussy clenches down on him when your moans turn sinful
words naturally come to him, saying that you’ve been so good for him, that you’re such a good girl him and only him, that you’re so beautiful
he tells you that you’ve been so so good, listening to him without complaint, and that you deserve so much more
you whine at his words and beg him to go faster, and he complies with your pleas
he quickens his pace, and the sound of wet slapping fills the room along with your moans and his grunts
you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and he takes note of how it makes your whines increase in pitch and how your pussy spasms around his dick
he kisses you deeply, intertwining your free hand with his, and you cum on his dick, your whines swallowed by Bi Han
he cums soon after you, leaving his dick buried inside of you as he lets his weight fully settle on his body
you groan and tell him he’s too heavy, but he just hums and keeps you pinned down under his body
after a minute, he pulls out of your warm pussy and lays down next to you, and the two of you cuddle and kiss each other until you fall asleep
when Bi Han drops you off in front of Madam Bo’s, you throw your arms around him and kiss him one more time
he leans into the kiss and your both part from each other, and he pulls something out from his bag
it’s a flower made of ice, and you gasp and hold in gently in your hands, afraid it might break
he tells you it won’t melt, he made sure of it, and you thank him quietly and then look up at him and promise to visit as much as you can
you kiss him one more time before you go off and greet your grandmother
Bi Han watches you for a few more moments, and then disappears to go back to base, hoping your next visit is soon
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ A BABY . SKZ .
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; asking your skz partner for a baby.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x gn! reader.
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★┆ “Bi-Han is definitely the type of guys that doesn't go only for 1 round.“
FEM READER / HUSBAND!BIHAN / NOT A REQUEST
- Warning(s) : full NSFW short fic, multiple rounds, a bit of struggling, br33ding for a couple times, SLOWBURN NSFW, fingering. THIS ISN'T R///PE. HIS WIFE IS JUST ULTRA SENSITIVE PLZ DON'T CANCEL ME GRAHHH🙏🏻🙏🏻
- Writer's note : I'm having so much husband!bihan brainrot bare with me also it's my first time writing a long fic so erm yea ignore typos. reblogs are very appreciated!!! Core means the thing between your legs. your welcome.
Bi-Han enters their shared room, noticing that his wife isn't in there, and the bathroom's water running. She's probably taking her usual random night shower. Bi-Han sighs, and goes to takes his gears off. He'd place them on the table, and his wife walks out of the bathroom, a bit startled of his presence.
"Oh, Bi-Han. You're home early," She says. Bi-Han didn't meet her gaze, already knowing she's only covered in her shower towel. "Hn," Bi-Han huffs, and took off his uniform, revealing his under dark blue shirt. His wife shrugs, already used to his dismissal. She then goes to her closet to pick a pajama.
Bi-Han looks into his mirror, which shows a reflection of himself and his wife, behind him, at her closet, searching for an outfit. His jaw clenched, seeing how the towel wraps around her small waist. Her hair is slightly damp, probably because she took some time drying it in the bathroom. Bi-Han could feel the painful stiffness against his pants' fabric.
Bi-Han then turns around, walking up to his wife. "Y/N." He called out. His wife turns around. "Huh?" Bi-Han then reach out, turning her around and straight up kissing her. His wife's eyes widened, not used to this.. kind of gesture. Bi-Han deepened the kiss, one of his hand on her waist, another on her hip.
Bi-Han then breaks the kiss, trailing his lips to her neck, a sensitive spot, that is. His wife whimpers lowly, hand rested on his back. "Wha-" She was about to ask a question when Bi-Han cuts it off. "No questions. I just want you for the night, wife." Bi-Han says sternly.
With a swift motion, Bi-Han would take off the towel off his wife's body, revealing her whole body for his eyes only. "Relax," Bi-Han says, noticing her squirms. She's probably nervous. "I am." She replied. Bi-Han kissed her again, pressing his body against her so that she could feel his hardness.
His hand from her waist leaves the spot, then trails down to her core. He then started to rub her clit surprisingly gently. She gasps, squirming even more. "B- Bi-Han-" She mumble, while one of his finger made it's way inside her slowly. "Sshhh,.." Bi-Han coo, his eyes focused on her core.
His finger that's inside his wife is cold, making her squirms even more against the wall. He then starts stroking her walls, making her whimper softly. His hand on her hip moves, pushing her head gently to his chest so that her whimper is slightly muffled. Her back arches, and he added another finger. His pace fastens, making her melt into him.
"Let it go. Cum for me," He commanded. After a few hard and fast thrust, the damp broke, and she reached her climax, shuddering slightly. Bi-Han's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. After he prolongs her climax as long as possible, he finally stops and slowly pulls out. He pulled his wife away, and kissed her deeply. "Good girl." He murmurs against her lip.
Suddenly, Bi-Han picked her up, and brought her to the bed. He placed her head against the pillow, and he looms above her. "You're mine, and I'll take you anytime and anywhere I want too," Bi-Han whispers against her ears as he continues kissing her jaw and his hands roams around her body. Bi-Han then unzips his pants, pulling it off. He then pulls his shirt off.
Oh shit, he's big. Her wife let out a half-whimper half gasp, squirming in place. "What?" Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, positioning himself between her legs. "W- Will it even fit..?" His wife asked nervously. Bi-Han groans lowly, kissing the crook of her neck. "Of course it will. I'll make it fit," He smirks against her skin. He leaned forward, kissing her once again as he eased himself inside her slowly.
She gasp into the kiss, and his tip gave her cervix a little kiss. Her legs jolts. Bi-Han breaks the kiss. "You're alright." It's not a question, but a statement. He then starts moving. Her legs are pulled over by his hands, making it easier for him to thrust into her. "A- Ahn.. sl- slow down, Bi- Bi-Han-.." She pleaded between moans. He heard it, but instead, his pace quickens.
To add more flavors, his head leans down, catching one of her nipple into his mouth. His tounge would swirl around it, making her gasp and shudders even more. He left the nipple with a pop, quickening his pace once again. "You're mine, aren't you? I'll make you really really mine tonight," He'd murmur, she reached her climax once again, and her walls clinches around him.
He smirked when he felt and heard her gasp, his climax following behind too. Finally, he'd bury himself deep inside her, grinding against her as he let himself go deep into her. She could feel the warmness(?) inside her. She pants, thinking that Bi-Han is already satisfied. She already hit climax twice, so her core is really sensitive.
Bi-Han's breath also turns slightly ragged, and he also seems flustered. But, he made no move of pulling out. "You're mine now. There's a piece of me inside you, forever." Bi-Han says. He then kissed her, suddenly starts to move again. His wife gasps into the kiss, her legs jolting slightly. She squirms, back arching and all. "Relax." He commands.
"Ng- Ngh..~ Bi- Bi-Han- I can't-.." She mumble against his lips. Bi-Han pulled away, but didn't stop. "Yes, you can." He says, quickening his pace. His finger then goes to one of her nipple again, pinching and playing with it surprisingly gently. His wife moaned sweetly, music to his ears. She felt so good, too good. Oh, god. She never thought her possesive, cold and arrogant husband could make her feel like this.
"I- I'm— cumming..!" She moaned. "Go on." Bi-Han replied. His fingers left her nipple, then goes to her clit, rubbing it again. As if adding oil to the fire, she reached her climax once again. Her insides clinches around him, and his pace quickens that ever. He then leans forward, kissing her as he came inside her again, flooding her walls. It dripped around him and into the sheets.
He broke the kiss, smirking smugly. "There you go." He says. His wife pants, face flushed than ever. "Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded. "Mhm.." He pulled out, softening already. He then rolled over to her side, and pulled her close. "Rest, then." He commanded. Her breath calms down so did she, and she nuzzles into his chest.
THE END
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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓
content: rom-com, heroes and vigilant, love triangle into a poly relationship, delicate topics (su!cide), bad jokes (yo mama jokes).
pairing: 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 han jisung x 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 lee minho x f!reader
summary: You never forgot the antihero, deadpool, for taking your father away from you. You never forgot the hero, spiderman, to save your life from an attempt suicide. You forgive, but never forget.
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ta-da! new mini series with my minsung ^^ can't wait to share with y'all the amazing result of this, some infos before y'all start. Deadpool doesn't have cancer, his face is not ruined due the experiments.
001. MUST BE FUNNY IN THE RICH MEN'S WORLD
002. 9 MM - CASSETTE EDITION
003. PRISON FOR LIFE
TAGLIST: CLOSED.
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STARTED: 01.11.24
FINISHED: 04.07.24
#forgive but never forget series
© hanjisunglover, jan 2024. all rights reserved.
#minsung x yn#han jisung#han jisung stray kids#han jisung x reader#han jisung imagines#han jisung headcanons#han jisung skz#han jisung x y/n#han jisung x you#han jisung smut#stray kids#minsung#minsung x you#minsung x reader#stray kids minsung#minho x jisung#minho x reader#minho smut#minho stray kids#stray kids minho#lee minho stray kids#lee minho smut#lee minho#skz minho#han skz#han jisung spider man#lee minho deadpool#forgive but never forget series#jixauro#jisung as spiderman
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thinking thots about jisung… like how he’d always beg you to sit on his face 🤭
naurrr because listen. listen.
this man would be so insatiable when it comes to eating you out anyway, but in that specific position when he has all of you on top of him,,,, oh my. he’d never get enough.
(a lil warning just in case: oral (obvs), slight mentions of weight insecurity, i was imagining gmytmi!jisung with the curls okay. also. my hannie has the strongest switch vibes ever so this is also switch!han.) 🔞
okay so like think you’re just making out on the pillows in your bed. it started out sweet and simple, but with how jisung kisses—all fast and demanding (like how he raps yk)—it gets hot very quickly.
you were just relaxing before you leaned over to kiss him, so neither of you have any pants on, and soon both your shirts are gone, too.
your hips are moving against his thigh, and searching for more friction you climb onto his lap easily. the pair of you groan when you settle down on his bulge and his hands go to your hips in a second with a squeeze.
“baby,” he’d whine, his voice a bit deeper than usual. “baby, you got me so hard.”
“you’re always hard around me, ji,” you smirked.
he laughed so hard at that his smile reached the top of his cheeks before he pulled your body against his again with a hiss.
“can’t help it when you’re this fucking sexy,” he mumbled on your skin, planting open mouthed kisses on your neck in between his words.
his hands travelled down your hips, to your thighs, and pushed them up slightly so you’d sit on your knees.
then he slid down his back until his face was right underneath you.
you chuckled nervously at him, but it was impossible to ignore the summersaults your stomach did at his actions.
he kissed around your thighs, looking up at you with his big, precious, eyes.
“baby, please,” he said, noticing you were still up on your knees, refusing to sink down on his face like he wanted you too.
“please?”
“i wanna eat you out,” he mumbled, his fingers running up and down your calves soothingly.
“oh,” you started, swinging your legs around to lay on your back next to him—but jisung quickly grabbed your leg.
“what? no, no, no,” he pushed you back into your previous position, “i want you on my face.”
“ji, i—“
“—please, baby. please. want your pussy on my mouth so bad. i want you to sit on my face, please. please let me eat you out like that.”
you gave in, how could you not, and leaned further down on your knees.
as soon as you were close enough, jisung leaned his head up and dragged his tongue across your slit, a shiver running up your spine.
“oh fuck,” you let out, grabbing onto the headboard for some support.
he did what he does best and used his tongue against your sensitive clit, running it back and forth and giving you all the pleasure you needed.
but after a while, your thighs started to burn and shake from the awkward squat you were doing on the bed—too self aware to put your full weight on jisung. he noticed.
“fuck’s sake,” he pulled away, grabbing your thighs and squeezing them roughly, “i said sit on my face.”
“but i’m too f—“
“—do not dare,” jisung warned you, “just sit.”
so you trusted in what he wanted and leaned down fully.
jisung was like a man starved.
he grabbed your ass, pulling you forward, his nose bumping against your clit every now and again as he licked into your walls. it was sloppy and so messy and every time he moaned into your cunt you felt it vibrating inside you and soon you were rattling the headboard as you warned him loudly of how close you were.
he said something, but it was muffled by your pussy so you had no idea what it was. besides, you were too close to even care, and you grabbed onto his curls as you rode out your high, grinding down on his face.
jisung squeezed your ass, letting you close your thighs around his head, and moaned loudly as he felt your walls clenching around his tongue.
as soon as you came too, you climbed off him as you tried catching your breath.
“oh my god,” you both said together, chests heaving dramatically.
“fuck, baby,” he smiled like a kid seeing a rainbow for the first time, “we have to do that again! please, please can we do that again?”
“let me breathe,” you chuckled, shoving his chest lightly. you noticed the slick all around his chin, how some of it slipped down on his neck. you looked down at where he was laying earlier and saw stains by where his head used to be. fuck.
“okay, my love. breathe,” jisung soothed, grabbing the water by the bed and handing you some.
“don’t you need to breathe?” you questioned, noticing he looked far more composed than you would’ve thought, except for the sweat shining on his chest.
“rapper’s lungs,” he shrugged at you.
“ji, i was suffocating you!”
“getting suffocated by your cunt would be the best way to die,” he said simply, not realising you clenched at his words alone.
“you’re weird,” you tried playing it off.
“yeah,” he leaned over and kissed your cheek, “can i please do it again now?”
#skz x reader#skz x y/n#skz x yn#stray kids fics#stray kids x reader#skz.blurbs#skz smut#han x yn#han jisung x reader#han x reader#jisung x yn#jisung x reader#han smut#han jisung smut#ask#all.works#kai 🌻#thanks kaili for making this one of the first things i saw as i woke up#800+ words
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Sleepy time with bf! skz
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Tysm for the request! I have wrote something like this before but I have way more ideas
Fluff ofc, implied fem reader on Felix's part
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Bangchan
Winter times is the time where you and bangchans sleeping schedule drop,4am is the new 20:00pm! Even though you have to wake up 3 hours early tomorrow it doesn't stop you from staying up late
Youd end up scrolling on Amazon looking up things that you wanted, Chan knew that you were a shopaholic your basket was FLOODED with items
"baby,you can't keep adding items to your basket like that"
"What why"
"You don't have that much money"
"Yeah but you do"
Chan sighed knowing he couldn't say anything back to this,he always wanted to shower you with gifts he should expect your basket to overflowed like that.
He didn't wanna keep you up too long though,so he cradled you to sleep like you were a baby,your knees would be up to chin and you would be laying on your side,Chan would put him arms around your waist his warm hands relieving any type of pain your stomach was having
Lee know
Lee know would 100% loveeee to cuddle with you and his cats, it's like free melatonin.Soongie would be in between the both of you, purring from the head scratches.
If you're struggling to sleep, say no more, Soongie, Doongie,Dori and Minho are to the rescue!It's like sleeping on clouds, it's comfy cosy and it has Lee know. What more could you want? Right before going to sleep Lee know would help you prepare for bed, if you weren't having such a good day he would help you with your skincare, make sure you have fresh pjs you just have to go to sleep stress free.
He would be a bit confused though, I don't think he would have the best knowledge on how these face masks work
"No,lino-you,you have to-wait"
The face mask would end up all over your face, even going in your mouth once
From now on you know to sheet face masks preventing anything bad happening in the future
Changbin
Changbin always had energy so it would be harder to fall asleep with him,he's constantly so giggly and silly but it's hard to hate him because.. It's changbin
You had a very big collection of plushies which changbin found very cute, before you even started dating you forced him to memorise the plushies names. You had them piled up on the side of the bed and made him name the plushies you picked up.
"Whats his name?"
"That's a he? I thought it was a she-"
You would get frustrated with him not being able to remember ANY of them, you taught him this!
"Changbin! You know this"
"I kinda don't though"
You sigh heavily and plop down on the bed beside him,
"I was too busy looking at your pretty face"
He would try to cheer you up with being a flirt, it wasn't gonna be that easy though. He would have to smother your face is kisses and cuddle you trying to get you to relax, once he noticed that you started getting sleepy he would lay his head on his chest playing with your hair,falling asleep with you
Hyunjin
Hyunjin would treat you like a princess, he wants to make sure you enjoy every bit of your rest,you guys would be snuggled up in a heated blanket he got you for your birthday, this time of the month is the coldest and he definitely doesn't want you to get sick
If you had trouble sleeping he would sing you to sleep,play with your hair until you fall asleep. Anything that makes you feel at ease
When you wake up kkami would be there in between the both of you,how did he even get here? Whatever he's here now and that's all that matters
You guys would have debates on who has to switch off the light
"Hyunjin I'm already in bed"
"So am i"
"Yeah, but, I got here first"
"I don't wanna get up tho"
"Neither do I!"
You would end up forcing him to do it 🤷♀️
Han
Omg han would snore so loud,your trying to get some peaceful rest and all of a sudden you hear this agitating grating sound, turns out it han! And he's snoring
You expressed to him how loud and annoying he can be when he's asleep, to this he just acts oblivious and clueless
"What dym I snore? No I don't"
"Are you certain?."
But when he doesn't snore you guys would be pulling all-nighters knowing you have to wake up early the next day
Binge watching your fav k-dramas, one more episode wouldn't hurt right?
I honestly see han being a drooler, he sleeps with his mouth open most of the time which causes drool to fall down the side of his mouth, ew
Felix
He would ramble to the extreme, like daymn don't you ever run out of words to say?
Yk those clips of him where he just says the most stupidest things to ever exist, yeah he's gonna dump them on you
"Yk how Australia is two or three hours ahead of Korea,if you think about it when I go from Sydney to Korea... I'm basically time traveling"
"Felix go to sleep"
All he does is talk honestly,yappa yappa yappa
He would talk until you fall asleep, when he's not talking about stupid shit, he would be talking about your future
Like your wedding day, how many kids you wanna have
"We should have 5 kids"
"NOO"
"Why not?"
"If ur birthing the kids then sure"
Seungmin
You and seungmin would 100% pillow flight, even if you're not awake he'd hit you with a pillow
If you have to get up early and you're not waking up he's just hit you with the nearest pillow he can find
"Honey wake up"
"Honey get your ass up"
".... Okay then"
All of a sudden you'd wake up from being brutally attacked by a pillow, how rude of him
"Seungmin, ow-what are you doing?!"
"I told you to wake up"
What a menace
Jeongin
I lowkey think jeongin would sleep walk, just for lil bit yk😋
You would wake up in the middle of the night and turn to side to see no jeongin, where did he go?
Just as you were about to get up to look for him you heard a creak from the door, you turned to see jeongin leaning his head against the door
Obviously you were confused like,what when how why
You rushed to him and tapped him on the shoulder gently not wanting to alarm him
"Jeongin wtf"
This seemed to awake his from... Whatever and he snapped back into reality
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know you tell me"
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My Love, My Beloved | Bi-Han x m!reader
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↳ ❝ Could you do Bi-han with prompts 7 and 8 with a male reader? ❞
: ̗̀➛ Bi-Han isn't very happy with you, but you do try and make it up to him.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, jealousy
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Bi-Han was not happy with you in the slightest; just the night before, he had caught you flirting with Kenshi Takahashi, and even worse, you were even touching him. He still hadn’t forgiven you for it, more grumpy than usual and constantly sighing and huffing.
Kuai Liang and Tomas had tried to talk him into actually telling you and communicating, but Bi-Han had no interest in it, and refused time and time again.
It wasn’t even until Kuai Liang spoke to you that you even had any idea that Bi-Han was upset; at first, admittedly, you were confused, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood. Bi-Han wasn’t exactly the warmest of people, but he also wasn’t the most communicative, either.
But then, he would also shut himself off emotionally, especially when he was upset.
You knew that you would have to make the first move, and although you spent much of the morning looking for him, you did eventually find him.
He was deep in the woods, sat with his legs folded as he clenched his jaw and glared at the other side of the river; everything around him was shades of blue and white, and when you sat down, you heard the crunch of ice and felt the cold creep up through your trousers.
You clenched your jaw, shivering a little as you nudged him gently. He only glared at you, huffing and shaking his head before turning his gaze back to the opposite side of the river. You sighed, swallowing thickly as you tried to ignore how cold it was.
“I missed you this morning,” you started, “as weird as it sounds, it was too warm without you there next to me… and I hate seeing you in such a massive strop, my beloved, you know that.”
He huffed in response, the short breath thick and grey as it left his nose.
You frowned. “I’m sorry for flirting with Kenshi. I didn’t mean to upset you, and it really was just a bit of banter… we’ve always been like that.”
He glared at you, and you could have sworn that you felt part of your heart freeze for a moment, your breath hitching.
“Bi-Han,” you grumbled, nudging him again. “C’mon, talk to me. Please?”
“You’re meant to be mine,” he hissed under his breath. “Only mine. And then I see you and Takahashi getting friendly at Madam Bo’s birthday, like it was fucking nothing!”
You hummed, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “It was nothing. Nobody could ever compare to you.”
Reluctantly, Bi-Han slung his arm around you to keep you close; clenching his jaw tightly as he scowled.
“I love you,” you told him earnestly, sincerely. “I said I’d be your husband one day, and I meant it… I didn’t mean to make you jealous, or feel like I didn’t want you anymore. I’ll always want you… it’s too warm without you.”
“Do you mean that?” He snapped. “Or is it another empty apology like when you stole my hairbands?”
“I bought you new ones, in all fairness,” you pointed out, making him laugh softly. “I got you laughing, Grandmaster.”
“Shut up,” Bi-Han huffed, rolling his eyes. Although he didn’t even try and bite back the smile budding across his lips.
“Not as grumpy as you wanna seem,” you sang softly, gently patting his knee to let him know to lean back. You sat yourself on his lap once he did, your hands on his chest.
He glared up at you, tilting his head to the side. “What are you doing?”
You shrugged, gently pushing him down and trying not to grin when he stretched his legs out, allowing you to straddle his waist properly. “Making a formal apology.”
He scoffed, quirking a brow. “Is that the best you can do?”
“For now,” you hummed. “Only because I thought you hated PDA.”
“I don’t see anyone around.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning down so that you could ghost your lips against his, making him lean up to try and kiss you. “Would you shut up and kiss me, you idiot?”
Bi-Han hated being told what to do, but he couldn’t resist as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you down as he let his other hand grab the side of your shirt; keeping you close as he kissed you harshly, revelling in how you kissed back.
It wasn’t that he was upset, it wasn’t that he was jealous, at least, he wasn’t anymore; your kiss was so warm, he couldn’t get enough, and when you pulled away, he pouted.
“Grandmaster Sub Zero,” you whispered against him. “I’m so sorry for making you feel unwanted and jealous. I promise that wasn’t my intention. Me and Kenshi are old friends, that’s all. We’ll never be anything but friends. Do I make myself clear?”
He nodded slowly, growling under his breath and grumbling for a moment. “You’re forgiven… only because you’ll be my husband.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” you laughed softly, collapsing against him and folding your arms against his collarbone. Resting your chin on your wrist. “I love you, too, y’know… I’m glad Tomas set us up all those years ago.”
Bi-Han rolled his eyes at the mention of his brother’s name. “It’s the only thing he’s ever done right.”
“He admits it,” you beamed, teasing him as you raised your brows. “The stone cold Grandmaster admits he loves me!”
“Quiet before someone hears you,” he snapped, although you could tell from the glint in his dark brown eyes that he was only half-serious.
“Make me,” you hummed, letting out a yelp and a soft laugh when he quickly pinned you beneath him, his hand slapped over your mouth.
“Shut up,” he hissed, glaring at you playfully.
You waited for him to pull his hand away as you grinned, licking your lips. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”
“I’ll make you regret it,” Bi-Han warned, trailing his hand down to your chest and letting it rest against your heart. “My love.”
You copied him, letting your fingertips rest above his heart as you hummed. “Please do, my beloved.”
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how skz would confess to you
-> words count : about 4.5k words (sorry guys, I was taken away lol)
-> genre : skz members crushing on you
-> warnings : a lot of cutness
-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !
-> masterlist | skz masterlist
BANGCHAN - MEANINGFUL
first of all, I feel like chan would be the type to smile whenever you're around, and especially if you're talking to him
he would giggle all the time and laugh at every one of your jokes, event the worst ones
that being said, i can really picture him writing you a song to confess to you.
he knows that there is a great chance that you reject him, and that maybe he is wasting his time, but chan can't help it : you're his inspiration for everything lately, he can at least do it to thank you.
he would spend all his limited free time working on this song because he wants it to be perfect, to perfectly reflect how he sees you and how much he loves you for who you are.
will ask changbin to listen to it and give him his opinion, to which he responded “if they don’t accept your confession with that, i will.” he got smacked.
he forbbade you to come to the studio in fear that you would end up finding out about the song before he finished it, and you didn’t understood why but you did it anyway, thinking that perhaps he was too busy
so when he invited you over again, you came immediately, already prepared to spill the tea from these past weeks to him as soon as you stepped in.
but before you could even finish saying hello to him, he made you sit down on his chair, and put his headphones on your ears.
“please, listen to it until the end.”
you only nobbed, thinking that he maybe needed your opinion on a song he was working on.
but as you listened to it, tears filled up your eyes, your heart melting when you heard the meaningful lyrics.
all this time, chan was watching you, waiting impatiently for your reaction, but not expecting you to jump on him to hug him tightly.
“I suppose that you like it ?” he said, chuckling when you nobbed with your head nuzzled in his neck.
“I don't like it, I love it !”
You finally met his eyes which were filled with adoration, smiling brightly and cupping his face to be as close to him as possible, as if what you wanted to say to him was a secret, just between the two of you.
“- And I love you Channie, I love you so much. And I’m not as talented as you with words, but I will remind you everyday how much you mean to me.”
Before he could say anything, your lips were on his and his arms circled your waist, closing the gap between your bodies. He rested his forehead against yours as soon as you needed to let go of his mouth to breathe, a big smile on his face, showing his dimples.
“- I love you too.”
“you’re my muse.”
LEE MINHO - FLIRTY
he’s definitely gonna flirt with you so much, teasing you every chance he gets.
but as much as he likes bickering childishly with you, he knows when to stop or when he goes too far.
you didn’t think much of it, because it was minho : of course he would tease you, like he did with everyone else.
the other members would always tell you that he was so much more gentle with you than with them, but you wouldn’t believe them
to you, minho was just very playful, there was nothing special in the way he treated you.
he wouldn’t know if you’re just not interested, or if you really didn’t notice how differently he treated you
he was never pushing it too far, he let it slide every time you would tease him back, even if he had almost killed his members for doing the same things, just because it was you.
so to say he was a little desperate was an understatement, he was even starting to lose hope.
he would ask jisung if he thinks that you like him, ask for advice and then proceed to threaten the poor boy to not say anything about his soft spot for you to the other members.
it would take him courage, really. because even if he always try to look confident, he is shaking on the inside every time he is around you
every smile and laugh of yours makes his heart flutter so much its scares him at times
so he would tease you even when confessing.
i feel like he would be the type to describe the person he is interested in in front of you, smirking at himself when you don’t understand that he’s talking about you
“- Don’t act like you don’t need my company ! Your life would be so boring without me !
- Actually… I kinda have a crush on someone.”
Minho smirks at seeing your visibly confused look, surely not expecting him to get suddenly so serious while you were joking around just seconds later.
“- Oh… Really ?
- Yeah. They are beautiful, and smart. It’s like I have known them forever, I’m so comfortable around them. They are amazing, talented, they are putting so much effort into everything they do and honestly I have so much admiration for them I don’t think I deserve them.
- They seem… Really incredible. I hope you’ll be happy with them.”
You tried to smile but deep down, you were a little hurt. You had finally decided to believe what the other said, finally let yourself think that he was maybe sharing your feelings. And now this… But Minho’s chuckling made you come back to reality.
“- I’m talking about you silly, it’s you that I love.”, he said, engulfing you in a warm hug.
“- You… You really think all of that about me ?” you asked, nuzzling your head in his neck.
“- Of course. I know that I’m not the best at showing it, but don’t ever question what I feel for you.”
You raised your head from his neck, your eyes diving into his, seeing them sparkling with joy.
“- Then don’t think I don’t deserve you. I love you too Minho.”
“how did i get so lucky ?”
SEO CHANGBIN - DIRECT
I think changbin would be very shy with you at first.
he would be so impressed by your looks, thinking that you have an incredible charisma and personality.
would stutter and stumble on his words everytime he would talk to you, thinking that he was looking like an idiot
but honestly, you were just finding that so cute, that he was so amazed by you that he was too shy to even look you in the eyes for more than two seconds.
plus you had seen how he was acting around other people, and he was acting much more confident, adding to your soft spot for him.
but as time passed and you grew closer to each other, he found himself being confident around you too
and you loved it, because it meant that he was now comfortable enough around you to be himself
and if you missed his shy self, all you had to do was flirt with him a little.
he values your opinion so much : when he doesn’t know what to do, he is asking you for advice.
honestly, it wouldn’t be long for him to realize that if you kept wanting to know him after he acted so ridiculous at first, it was for a reason.
so for me, he would be very direct, simply coming one day, out of nowhere, and telling how much he loves you.
“- Could you listen to that and tell me what you think about it please ?”
You simply nobbed and accepted the headphones he was handing you, waiting for him to play whatever he wanted your opinion about. You were actually honored every time he asked you for anything related to his work : after all, he was the one in the industry, knowing what he did, not you. But he always seemed so happy when you’d give him feedback, and you loved to hear everything that he did, so you didn’t mind.
“- Honestly, it might become one of my favorite songs you made. I don't know how to describe it, but it just has this nostalgic vibe while being so meaningful. I adore it.”
You gave him his headphones back, smiling when you saw that he was already looking at you, so intensely you thought maybe you had something on your face.
“- I’m in love with you.”
You freezed in your spot, unable to respond at what he just blurred out as it was the most natural thing ever. But then, you smiled again, shaking your head a little while you replaced his headphones on his head, not forgetting to place a soft kiss on his nose.
“- I’m in love with you too, Binnie.”
“my heart’s beating like crazy.”
HWANG HYUNJIN - CLICHE
hyunjin is an hopeless romantic
seriously he makes me all fluff on the inside just thinking about how sweet and caring he would be, even as a friend
always there to listen to every one of your worries or stories, always here when you have drama about people he don’t even know to tell
he loves to cover you in gifts, not too obvious, but like paying for everything when you hang out together, or when you go shopping
100% boyfriend material
what he loves the most about you is that you’re also here for him exactly in the same way and it makes him all warm thinking that you always try to understand him and comfort him
so that being said he wants his confession to be literally perfect because you deserve nothing but the best (i’m single and crying in my bed)
he will plan everything : the place, the time, the day, the words he’s gonna say to you
but at the same time, he would want it to be more authentic and spontaneous, more real.
so he’s gonna settle for a place and improvise from here
it’s gonna be the most romantic thing ever, one from these silly movies, but because it’s hyunjin, it’s cute
he would bring you to a picnic at night and then a walk at a park where the flowers are just blossoming.
“- Wait y/n.”
You turned back, meeting Hyunjin’s big smile as he approached you to put a flower matching the color of your outfits in your hair. He was looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was impossible for anyone around to ignore how in love he was with you.
“- It’s so pretty Hyun ! Thanks !”
You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, ready to go on with your walk when Hyunjin stopped you again by grabbing your wrist. His face was red, and he himself couldn’t tell if it was because of your kiss or what he was about to say.
“- I have something important to tell you. Please, don’t interrupt me otherwise I think I will lose my courage forever.”
You chuckled, simply nobbing at his words, and clearly not ready for what was following.
“- I have to say you are an incredible person, and it’s like you’re the missing piece of my puzzle. We complete each other so perfectly, you understand me so well that sometimes I wonder if you’re real or if I’m just dreaming. But when I open my eyes, you’re still here and I don’t want to let my chance go. I love you y/n, you’re the most important person in my life and you’ll make me the happiest man on this earth if you decided to give us a chance.”
Hyunjin would just have the time to finish his confession before you threw yourself at him, hugging him so tightly it was hurting. But what was more painful was your little sobs and the tears staining the fabric of his shirt as you cried on his shoulder.
“- Are you okay princess ?
- No… You don’t have the right to speak like that to me, it’s too beautiful, I’m gonna die from a heart attack…
- Does this mean you’re willing to be my girlfriend ?
- Of course ! I would be a fool to say no after this ! And I love you too, I love you so much.”
Even if it was now late at night and the sun was hiding, Hyunjin’s smile was enough to illuminate your whole world.
“I can’t even express how happy I am.”
HAN JISUNG - ACCIDENTAL
he would be the type to be so awkward around you help
i think that he wouldn’t really be shy, rather lost because he don’t know how to act around you
because he wants to impress you but at the same time he doesn’t want you to notice his efforts and to think that he is doing too much
the consequence of that is that he’s really clumsy and always end up doing something weird to you it’s always cute
and while he thinks that he’s embarrassing himself, you just think about it with a smile on your face
please tell him that he’s pretty or every other compliment because he needs them and i can already imagine him blushing and he’s so cute omg
moving on, that’s why i think he would accidentally confess to you
because let’s be honest, he consider you as way out of his league so he’ll never make a move intentionally
he’ll bottle up his feelings for you, saying that it’s better this way and that you don’t even like him back
even if everyone can see how fond of him you are, nothing can make him change his mind.
until this one time you came to him, so excited and happy
“- Ji ! You won’t believe me ! I’m top of the class ! I’m graduating being first of the class!”
Jisung looked at you for several seconds, stunned. He could absolutely believe what you had just said to him. You were the most hardworking person he knew, you put so much effort into your studies it was only natural that you were rewarded like this. His smile was eating his face when he took you in his arms, hugging you tightly and making you spin with him, both of you laughing.
“- Y/n that’s fantastic ! You’re incredible really ! I was convinced that you would succeed ! You have worked so much for this, I’m so, so proud of you.”
You smiled brightly at him, tears starting to pool in your eyes at these compliments. Because he was your mental support for everything, and it was also thanks to him that you achieved this.
“- Thank you… Thank you for everything you did for me this year and the past ones, you’re the best support I could ever ask for. And I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with when I’m stressed or overworked, and that happens too frequently, but you’re always here and that means the world to me.
- No, no, no ! You did all the work, I was just there to support you, and I did it because I wanted to. I did it because I love you, that's all.”
Before he could think about it, the three words he was holding in for so long slipped from his mouth so easily. Jisung immediately put a hand on his mouth, like it could help him go back in time. But you just smiled, moving his hand away gently and holding it as you talked.
“- Even if you think that, it’s very important for me because I love you too.”
“that’s the only time I’m glad that I didn’t thought before talking”
LEE FELIX - ROMANTIC
the sweetest human being on this earth really
he will do everything and anything for you, shower you with little gifts that means so much to you, comes running whenever you need him
always careful that you’re comfortable and that nobody bothers you
in conclusion he’s 100% husband material and it’s a fact
so be prepared to receive cute little texts from him throughout the day to make sure you have eaten, drank, took a break
he’s so caring i’m gonna cry i’m so single
if you’re down, he’ll make you brownies with a note on the box saying all the things you need to hear at the moment
so that’s why i think he would confess to you in an “indirect” way like that
we all know that he likes to share the songs he likes and listens to with us on the bubble right ?
and he will undoubtedly make a playlist filled with the most beautiful, heart fluttering love songs, and ones that made him think of you.
he would send you the spotify link on a random thursday evening, under the name “my y/n”
As soon as you saw the title of the playlist, your eyes widened. What did he mean by “my” ? Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the first song of the playlist : it was one of your favorites, that you forced Felix to listen to a hundred times. And as you watched the titles of all the songs, tears filled your eyes. You didn’t know every one of them, but by the titles only, you understood everything.
And Felix's heart was beating as fast as yours. He couldn’t stop checking his phone and the time since he sent the link. Almost two hours and you hadn’t responded yet. But his thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing, your number displaying on the screen. His hands were shaking when he picked up the call, and he was sure that his voice was shaking too.
“- Hi sweetheart ! How you doing ?
- Lix… You can’t do that to me…
- Are you crying ?”
The panic in his voice when he heard you sniffling made you chuckle as you were trying to stop the tears of joys spilling out of your eyes non-stop.
“- Yeah, because of you. You can’t do that to my weak heart, seriously. I don’t think I can express in words how much this playlist means to me. You spend hours collecting these songs just for me and because they made you think of me, and it’s like I’m seeing myself through your eyes. And honestly, it’s the best way you could have confessed, baby. I’m in love with you too. So in love.”
You heard sniffles at the other end of the call, and you both chuckled at this strange scene. You wouldn’t have imagined him confessing this way, but it was so meaningful, so gentle and full of admiration, you didn’t care that it wasn’t an usual one. Because to you, it was the most romantic thing someone ever did for you.
“can i come over ? i really want to confess my feelings in person and maybe we can have a movie night for our first date ?”
KIM SEUNGMIN - GENUINE
to me, seungmin is someone who loves to have a routine, that certain things in his life are permanent and that it’s really important for him that everything is going like every other day.
for example, he always eat the same thing on saturday nights, or never goes sleeping before making sure that he closed every window
and he’s certainly very attached to these habits
but the thing is the members noticed that he started doing things out of his habits lately
the reason ? you
yes, he liked to go straight home after a long day of practice but if you asked him to go out with you to eat for example he would go
even when he’s super tired, he’ll do anything for you and mostly things that he would not do for the boys btw (they’re jealous)
and they know exactly why he goes out of his way for you even if he denies it
so it’s not exactly that he confess to you, it’s mostly that you noticed the things he does for you and not for anyone else
that day, you opened up to him about all the things that were stressing you out lately and you cried a lot obviously
but you were shocked when you noticed his eyes getting wet too
“- Seungmin are you alright ?”
Your worried tone and look made him turn his gaze away from yours, trying to hide his teary eyes.
“- Yeah, yeah. I’m good. It’s you we're talking about, not me.”
He took a deep breath before looking at you again, visibly shaken but more composed than two seconds before. And you were stunned, because it was the first time ever that you saw him even close to tears. You knew that he hated to cry in front of people, he didn’t want to seem weak or anything. So why with you ? He was comfortable in your presence, you knew that, but that much. How was that possible ?
“- I don’t care about that. I want to know why you were going to cry even though I’ve never seen you do it in front of me since we know each other. And I want to know why you do all these other things for me even when you don’t want to or if it goes out of your habits.”
So you noticed ? Yeah, you noticed. You noticed that he was always taking up on him when you asked him to go shopping on weekends because he hated crowded places. You noticed he always ordered your favorite dishes at the restaurant, even if they weren’t his favorites. But he’d do it anyway because… Well, you didn’t know why and that was the problem.
“- It’s not a big deal, really.
- Kim Seunmgin, stop lying to me. I know that you like your little habits. So why ?”
He avoided your eyes again, and you started to think that maybe you made him uncomfortable. You were about to say sorry when he took your cheeks in his hands, and soon enough, his lips were on yours. It’s only when he let you go that you fully realized what happened, eyes wide open.
“- I’m not good with words but I hope you understood how much I like you. I was about to cry because, well, I don’t like to hear that you're suffering and that I’m not here to make you feel better. I want to be by your side all the time, but not only as your friend.”
At this point, words weren’t needed anymore. You just threw yourself onto his arms, making Seungmin laugh when you muttered up an ‘i like you too’.
“I hope that you understand I’ll continue to do these things for you, because all I want is to make you happy.”
YANG JEONGIN - PURE
he’s such a sweetheart I swear
he’s always there for you, like call him to tell him you need hugs and he’ll be at your door in five minutes, with snacks and ice cream in addition
usually, he just listen to you because he likes your voice so much, and also because he’s not really good at expressing his feelings
even if you’re close, he rarely talks about his emotions, only telling you what is happening without describing how he feels
and sometimes, it makes you a little sad because does that mean he’s not comfortable enough around you ?
but in reality, he just doesn’t know how to say it, how to express it for you to understand
so since he has a hard time expressing them, i think he would confess his feelings through a letter
and it’s the most sincere, thoughtful, meaningful and beautiful letter ever
“- What’s that ?”
You reached down to grab the envelope that was on the floor, just behind your door. There was just your name written on it, just another thing that made you question who slid it under your door. It was evidently someone who knew where you lived, and you hoped it was one of your friends and not some sort of stalker. You took off your shoes and coat before heading to your kitchen, sitting down on a chair to open the envelope. Inside, there was only one sheet of paper, covered in a neat handwriting.
“Y/n,
I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings : I’m not as talented as you when it comes to talking about it out loud. But I think I’m pretty good when it comes to writing, so I hope you’ll understand everything I have in mind through this letter.
Firstly, I have to let you know how much you mean to me. You’re the most important person in my life. From the way you always seem to know exactly what I need even when I don’t say a word about it, to the way you’re so caring and always remember every little detail that I tell you about. It’s like I was meant to be by your side.
Secondly, and even if I think that words can’t express how incredible I think you are, I have to tell you anyway. Because I truly think you are amazing. You’re always fighting for what you think, you’re determined and brave. You’re standing for yourself and for others too because you have the biggest heart ever. And I think that’s what I love the most about you : the fact that even if you can seem cold or mean at first sight, you’re truly so kind hearted and gentle, always willing to help other people.
And finally, let me tell you how much I love you. For all the reasons that I listed previously and for a thousand more, I fell in love with you. I love you so much that sometimes it scares me. That’s also why I wrote you this letter. Partially because I’m a coward and couldn’t tell you about it in person, but also because it’s easier this way, easier to handle if you reject me.
No matter what your answer will be, I’ll always be there for you. I love you.
Jeongin.”
You immediately took your phone, and called Jeongin before taking the time to think about it. You didn’t need time, you needed to finally hear him say those three words from his mouth.
“- Y/n ? Are you alright ? Why are you calling me this late ?
- Say it.
- Say what ?
- Say you love me.
- I… I love you. I really love you.”
His voice was shaking, and you couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was. And you were also happy to finally hear me opening up about his feelings.
“- Thank you for the letter, it’s the first time I received one and honestly I will cherish it for the rest of my life. I love you too, Jeongin.”
“from now on, expect me to give you a letter whenever you want.”
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In Phases, imagine that Reader gets fucked so good and so well by both that she falls into sub-space, pretty much like Minho does sometimes. No thoughts, mind blank, half-unconscious and she loses awareness of her surroundings for seconds, body only searching for the high. You know what I mean.
How would that happen and how would the bbies react after bringing her to that point??👀
I'm desesperatly in love with your blog btw❤❤
this, I simply couldn't ignore and had to turn it into a whole drabble
Masterlist, Phases Masterlist
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Sweaty, tired, numb yet somehow on fire, "moaning like a pornstar," was how Jisung put it.
Except porn is fake. This, this feeling, the way they made you feel is entirely real.
Jisung had his back against the headboard, hands behind his head with his mouth agape while he watched you work yourself into a frenzy in his lap. He could hear the wooden headboard banging agains the wall, could feel your skin rubbing uncomfortably against one another because you'd been going at it for so long, but he didn't care, as long as you didn't either. And you clearly didn't.
Because now you were calling Minho over, who was still trying to catch his breath at the foot of the bed from when you milked him just a few minutes ago. "C'mon now kitty, don't keep our cock hungry princess waiting."
You couldn't stop moving, swiveling forward and back to feel Jisung's tip nudge the soft spot within you, mindlessly beckoning your other boyfriend over because you missed his presence. As if he wasn't in you less than five minutes ago, Minho took your hand like a champ and stood by your side, only to be pulled down into a sloppy kiss by the back of the neck, all the while you didn't slow down.
Your hand glided down his wet chest to find his dick raising again, somehow hardening under your touch. You liked the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, but craved something bigger, heavier.
Minho winced against your lips as you tugged at his cock, "can't- hurts-"
"You can, and you will," Jisung instructed before the other could protest.
All three of you knew Minho could take it, if he truly didn't want to, he would've tried hard to fight it or used the safe word. Instead, Minho kissed you deeper and slightly rutted into your hand before pulling away. He moved to stand on the bed, beside where you and Jisung stayed connected. As soon as he was close enough, you reached to take his cock in your mouth, barely trying to suck.
Jisung had the biggest shit-eating smirk on his face, enthralled by the sight before him. Minho held onto the headboard for balance, the feeling of your warm mouth already making him want to crumble from overstimulation. He was already amazed by how much you were still able to take, thinking in the back of his mind that he needed to do more cardio to catch up to you.
The weight of one dick on your tongue, the other filling you so nicely, you didn't think it could get any better-
Correction; you didn't think. You couldn't think.
Every thought in your head drifted away the second your first orgasm passed, you didn't even know what number you were on now. Maybe Jisung knew- you'll find out eventually.
But his hand was wrapping around your throat now, squeezing softly and feeling the air supply slowly dwindling little by little. Slack jawed, Minho took advantage and threaded his fingers in your hair to rut in quick jabs, the drool dripping down your chin and onto Jisung's hand.
Your thighs burned, trying so hard to maintain a rhythm and failing. Jisung could tell, to Minho it was obvious, they were both just proud you were still going. In an attempt to get him to squeeze harder, you placed your hand around Jisung's. Instead of constricting, he lifted you up by the neck to get you to sit high on your knees.
Even with a mouth full of cock, you couldn't contain your moans. The vibrations of your whining made Minho squirm and rut faster, sloppier. Elevated in more ways than just in his lap, Jisung pulled out to the tip only to slam back into you, thrusting from below at a more than leisure pace. His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing harshly back and forth perfectly to make you grab at Minho's thigh and harder at Jisung's hand around your neck.
Your eyes rolled back, taking Minho in his full stride and the pummeling you were receiving from below. All senses flushed stupid, feeling nothing and everything all at once and in fact, moaning like a pornstar.
It was so good to the point you didn't realize you'd stopped breathing even when Jisung loosened his grip on your windpipe. You were suddenly being lowered into someone's arms and placed with your head against their chest. It felt as though you had just woken up from a deep slumber, but was sweaty and smelled like bodies on bodies.
"Baby, hey hey, come back to us," Jisung cooed sweetly, brushing away the matted hair on your forehead.
Another set of hands was caressing your back, cooled off by a damp towel being wiped up and down the exposed skin.
Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Minho's big browns glossy with concern, "there she is."
"Hm..?" The dryness of your throat hurt a little, as did the joints in your jaw.
Jisung carefully laid you on your back with your head at the foot of the bed. You could hear him distantly chuckle about the pillows being too icky to lay on.
Towering over you, Minho used the same hand cloth to wipe your face, down your neck and body. He gently kissed your belly as he continued to traverse your lower half and legs. Drowsily looking around the room, you almost rolled your eyes behind your head to find Jisung, who popped in upside down into your field of vision.
"You okay, sweetheart? You blacked out on us," before you could answer, he Spiderman kissed you chastely.
"Dicks too good, apparently." Minho and Jisung high fived each other over your limp body.
"Thirsty," you groaned, trying to regain moisture back into your mouth.
"Yeah, you were. I swear my dick was about to fall off." The older chuckled as he sauntered off to the bathroom for a moment once you were clean. Jisung took his place and sat you up to bring a water bottle to your lips.
"Don't complain. Just means we gotta step up our game, right? Hit the gym more often. You got us both beat, pretty princess." Soft and sweet, the blonde leaned forward to kiss your forehead and tip you back again. "But seriously," he said with your cheeks in his hands, "don't ever scare us like that again. It's okay to stop."
You couldn't help the slightly embarrassed giggle, "I would've if I could."
"Look!" Minho came running back into the room, still completely naked. "Lipstick!" Your lipstick. Printed in a ring around the base of his flaccid cock.
Jisung's mouth dropped, "that's so hot. I want one, too."
"You just told me I should sto-"
"Next time, next time. Can't have you breaking in two." Jisung grabbed the blanket from the side chair and draped it over your body.
As Minho tossed the soiled pillows to the ground and got into bed beside you, he murmured, "yet."
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Chapter One - Thrice The Amount
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“No.” Your voice was stern, your eyes didn’t even look up from the plate in front of you. A hefty helping of roasted potatoes being pushed around by the metal fork in your hand.
“I am offering you a hefty sum of gold.” the man’s voice pleaded with you.
He was leaning over the table in an attempt to keep the volume of the conversation between the two of you down.
The tavern was lively, but not as lively as it could be. A bard continued to play his lute across the room in front of a massive hearth. The fire roared and spread heat through the room, warding off the chill of the late autumn air. Several patrons were sitting at the bar and various tables, either lost in conversations or the food in front of them.
Your small table was tucked in the corner, away from the bustle of the normal crowd. It’s not that you preferred the quiet, no, there were nights where you would be leading the drinking songs. But tonight, you just wanted to eat in peace.
An hour before you arrived at the tavern, you had just finished a job that had promised more gold than it delivered.
The life of a mercenary was not as glorious as your child self thought it was. It wasn’t slaying dragons and protecting royalty from assassins; quite the opposite, it was just another way to say ‘glorified messenger’. Bringing packages from one hold in the land to another, staying awake through the night to discover why a farmer’s crops were disappearing.
It was usually a beggar.
Poor sods were usually so hungry that you would turn a blind eye, find a wolf, kill it, and bring it to the farmer, claiming it to be the reason for the missing crops. This way the beggar wouldn’t have their thumbs cut off for stealing.
Not that you were any better than a beggar at this point. Money was tight. The gold you had in your pouch was enough to pay for your dinner and one more pint of ale.
The only difference between you and the homeless on the cobblestone street was the sword on your hip.
“I am well aware of the amount you offer, but you must think me mad to go anywhere near Miroh.”
Miroh . Fellow mercenaries have left for jobs– simple ones– and have not returned.
And yet, this man in front of you has the gall to not only request that you go near the Hold’s borders, but to enter their walls.
A stiff silence sits between the two of you. You bring your fork down and stab a potato, plopping it in your mouth and looking at the man for the first time since he sat across from you.
Greasy, black hair sat on his head, hanging in front of his eyes. The man was wearing a noble's robe; but if you looked closer, you could see how worn the fabric was. Burn holes littered the sleeves and the hem near the ground was absolutely filthy.
He looked to be about middle aged.
“Thrice the amount, then.”
You paused.
Swallowing your mouthful of food, you placed your fork back on the table. Tonguing your cheek and shifting on your seat.
Individually, you cracked each knuckle on both hands, your mind reeling.
“Explain the job to me once more.”
The man let out a sigh of relief, you quickly held your hand up before he began.
“I am not yet agreeing, I want to hear more details prior to anything.”
He nodded, tensing up once more.
“I require your protection as I finalize a trading contract between my company and Miroh. We specialize in the exchange of foreign goods across the water.”
“We would be meeting with the Jarl directly?”
“Nay, he does not deal with petty things like trading contracts,” the man scoffs and sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “We would be meeting with someone in his court, Han Jisung. I have been discussing this deal with him via letters for months.”
“If you are only meeting on a predetermined agreement, why do you push for protection?” You ask, picking up your pint of honeyed ale, taking a long sip.
The man’s eyes looked to the side, setting off alarm bells in your mind. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“If I am to protect you, I will need to know all the details.”
He shifted on his chair, clearly uncomfortable, clearly hiding something. His tongue poked from his lips to wet them nervously.
“In the past, I may have…” he hesitated, “I may have skimmed from the top of their goods.”
One of your eyebrows raised, mug still in front of your face.
“But that was many years ago. Han Jisung spoke of mending these ties in his letters.” he explains, looking back to your eyes. “Our company is the best in the land. High quality goods for a fair price, they must have realized that in our absence. Miroh simply wishes to use our services once more.”
You place your now empty mug onto the table, looking down at the old wood.
There is no way this is going to go smoothly. Every sense of danger was ringing in your mind to reject this deal.
With the reputation Miroh has, they let a merchant skim their goods and are crawling back ?
Patrons of the tavern begin to sing, surrounding the bard. Your eyes shifted up to take in the happy sight, smiles on all of their faces, happy flushes on their skin from the alcohol buzzing through their veins.
The lute’s strings sounded beautiful to your ears. Life here is alright, you are making it work.
But the almost empty gold pouch at your hip seemed heavier than when it had gold inside it.
“Five times my normal amount.” You meet eyes with the man. His jaw clenched for a moment, considering your offer. He doesn’t seem pleased in the least bit.
But it seems he has no choice.
An entire verse of the bard’s song passed before he reached across the table, extending his hand.
You clasp hands with him.
“At first light we leave for Miroh.”
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Gautier.
You learn his name three days into your journey; just as you are being led through the never ending hallways of Miroh’s keep. The stone walls seem… warmer than you expected of the Hold.
Even when you first crossed the border, it wasn’t fires and crying children like you had heard whispers of.
It seemed… better than where you had come from.
Where are all the miserable folk and wounded soldiers? Where are the bandits that supposedly run rampant in these parts?
When you are shown into a room, there are two men already waiting inside. One was much stockier than the other, his arm muscles on display due to the open nature of his heavy armor. Beautifully crafted gauntlets covered his forearms. A large battle axe strapped to his back, a neutral expression on his face.
The other man sat behind a desk, a sneaky looking smile already displayed across his round cheeks. He wore true noble robes made of various silks and expensive threads.
His clothing made Gautier’s look like no more than a potato sack with arm and leg holes.
Both of their eyes flicker to you and Gautier as you cross the threshold. The larger man, clearly his protection, surveys you closely.
He has no doubt clocked every single weapon strapped to your body.
Perhaps save for the one silver dagger you keep tucked inside your boot.
You mirror his movements, scanning his entire body up and down. One battle axe and three throwing knives on his belt. When your eyes meet him again, there’s an imperceptible twitch to the corner of his mouth.
“Guatier!” the smaller man exclaims, standing from his position behind the desk.
“Jisung, it has been a long while, my friend.” Guatier’s entire demeanor changes. This fake mask slides over his face and he becomes a different person. It takes every fiber of your being not to roll your eyes.
Guatier walks up to Jisung and they shake hands over the desk. You remain by the door, arms crossed over your chest.
“I see you have a new guard, Guatier.” Jisung motions over to you as he sits back down. Guatier does not even look back at you before waving him off.
“Do not mind her, she is only hired muscle.”
“Still, you know we cannot have outside ears hearing of our deals.” Jisung leans forward, his voice lowering a bit.
Your eyebrow quirks, you finally break eye contact with Jisung’s body guard to look over at Guatier’s back. He doesn’t even turn to look at you.
A scoff comes out of his mouth. “She will not understand any of what we speak of. Her simple mind knows only battle, it is all she is good for. No complex thoughts to be found in that head.”
Typically, you choose to keep a stoic face no matter what, especially on the job. But, in this moment, you cannot control the anger that flicks across your features.
Oh, the slimy bastard…
Jisung’s eyes look back at you again, his brows furrowed for a split second. He watches your emotions change and the corner of his lips twitch into a half smile.
“Still,” he starts, his gaze stays on you for another moment before he looks back at Gautier, his look darkens for a moment. “Even fools can repeat words.”
Jisung meets your eyes once more. They linger, almost as if he’s looking right through your soul. His expression softens when he lays his eyes on you.
“Changbin,” Jisung says and the guard doesn’t even flinch, but his eyes shift down to the other man. “Please bring the ‘hired muscle’ out to another room so we may conduct our business.”
The guard, Changbin, nods once and walks towards you quickly. His heavy boots thud on the wooden floor with every step.
You look back at Guatier, who only now has decided to turn around in his chair to look at you. Horror and anxiety flashes across his face; but you cannot find it within yourself to feel any pity.
A strong hand grips your upper arm and you’re forcefully led out of the office.
“Now, why don’t we begin by discussing your pre-” the door closes before you can hear the rest of Jisung’s sentence to your ‘boss’.
Changbin’s grip on your arm doesn’t loosen as he leads you down the hall. The grip is borderline painful through the fabric.
Deciding not to say anything about it, you just clench your jaw and let him drag you further and further away from the man you were supposed to be protecting.
Would it be the worst thing in the world if Guatier was killed, though?
Your mind pauses, weighing the options.
No, no it wouldn’t be.
Because he had given you half of the payment up front before you left for the journey.
Still, your honor was on the line for this.
It wasn’t until you rounded two more corners into a more open common area that Changbin’s grip loosened on your arm. You shook off his hold and glanced at his stern face one more before walking away from him.
Four other guards stood on either side of two separate door ways. All looking bored.
“Do not venture.” he grumbles, it was the first time you heard his voice.
“Interesting command given that you led me from my employer.”
Your eyes scan the room around you, it seems to be a library of sorts. Shelves line each wall with books and various items littered along them.
“You work for his company?”
“Nay,” you scoff, “I do not wish to work for that slime. I am only a mercenary, Guatier hired my sword to get him here safely and insure he leaves with his head.”
Changbin only grunts in acknowledgment as you walk over to one of the shelves. Gently, you reach up and spin a glass bottle to turn the label, allowing yourself to see behind you through the reflection.
In the distorted glass, you can see Changbin’s eyes watching you carefully, both hands staying at his side. He’s studying your movements very carefully.
You look away from the reflection, tilting your head to scan over the various titles of books on the shelf.
“Hm,” you hum, fingering at one of the books, “ Spider With Gold , I have not seen this book in many years…” you whisper wistfully.
There’s a shift behind you.
“You are able to read?”
You turn around to look at Changbin, who, for the first time, seems almost bashful. His hands twitched as his sides and he is only able to hold your eye contact for a moment before looking off to the side.
“Aye, scholars should not be the only ones able to read and document history.” you turn back to the bookshelf. “Do you not know how?”
Looking up in the reflection of the bottle, you see Changbin shift his weight from one boot to the other, his eyes boring holes into your back.
“Nay.” he says firmly, “Never learned how.”
“Shame.” you utter softly.
A long, stiff silence settles in the room.
You learned to read at a very young age, your mother made sure to teach you the letters as soon as your brain was able to retain it.
‘The more you read, the more you will know. And the more you know will ensure that no one will outsmart you, my dear.’
Books took up most of the spare space you had in your traveling pack. Every once in a while, when you would get an interesting quest that went into bandit nests, you were able to find one or two new ones to add to your never ending collection.
If you’re being truthful with yourself, it broke your heart that Changbin could not read, he could not enjoy the simple pleasure that reading could bring. Nor could he pick up on sword tricks written down through the centuries.
Just when it feels like the room could not get any quieter, a shrill scream bellows through the stone halls.
Your head snaps up to look in the reflection of the bottle just as a guard raises his sword behind you, intending to strike.
“Wait!”
Everything in your body suddenly comes alive at the impending danger. Your weight shifts and you leap out of the way.
A loud crash is heard as the guard’s sword slices through the wooden shelves.
“Of course.” you mutter, quickly regaining your balance.
Another soldier comes from your right, swinging his sword in an upwards strike, you dodge by spinning to the left. At the same time, your hand quickly unsheathes your sword.
Mid-spin, instincts take over and you raise your sword to clash with another guard’s. Both of your swords swing around in an arc to free them. Instead of completing the arc, you pull back and raise your boot to kick the guard right in the gut.
He lurches forward in pain and you, never missing an opportunity, bring your sword down and slice his head from his neck immediately.
One down.
The first guard seems to have recovered, but only for a moment. He eyes watch as his friend is decapitated; his face drains of all color and eyes snap up to yours.
A wicked smile crosses your face as you take advantage of his moment of weakness. Your sword plunges right through his gut, his mouth immediately coughing up a sick amount of blood.
Quickly, you pull your sword back. There’s a small sense of danger ringing in the back of your mind, so you jump away from where you were standing right before a sword splits the air.
Changbin, flanked by the two remaining guards, is staring at you with a curious look in his eyes. Just by studying his face, you can practically see his mind racing with numerous thoughts.
Why does he look so torn?
His battle ax is clasped firmly in his large hands, knees bent in a perfect battle stance.
With your feet firmly planted on the floor, you take a brief moment to size the three of them up. The guard to Changbin’s right leaps at you first, his sword swinging wildly in short, choppy arcs. Untrained technique, a definite beginner.
You almost feel bad for a split second, poor thing probably never expected this.
Nevertheless, it’s kill or be killed at this moment, and it’s only a matter of time before more guards start flooding into the room.
You raise your sword to block one of the strikes. The sound of metal hitting metal is ear piercing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the last guard. reaching back for a powerful strike.
Thinking quickly, you grab the younger guard's arm, yanking him towards you and into the trajectory path of the second guard’s sword, stepping out of danger.
The second guard slices into his comrade by accident, both of them letting out shrill screams.
Before the second guard could recover from his accidental killing, you swing your sword in a massive arc and instantly kill him.
Both bodies drop to the ground in a heap.
Without giving yourself time to breathe, you turn around sharply to look at Changbin, who hasn’t moved a single muscle in the last minute. He stood there, wide-eyed, watching as you massacred his fellow soldiers and did absolutely nothing about it.
The two of you make eye contact for a long moment.
Your chest heaving with heavy pants from the exertion, hand tightening around the handle of your sword.
There is only a split second to think about your next move. Maybe even less.
Fear and adrenaline are coursing through your veins.
Why isn’t he attacking you? Why is he just standing there?
Your mouth felt like someone had stuffed cotton into it, sweat dripped down your back.
Changbin’s foot shifted on the floor and you quickly made your decision.
You turned around and ran .
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“ Hey! ” you heard Changbin scream behind you as you rounded the corner out of the room.
Which way did you come from? Which way was the way out? Once you get out of the keep, you should be fine.
Your light leather boots made soft thuds on the floor as you sprinted through the stone maze. Sheathing your sword in the process, your eyes wildly scan around for anything familiar.
Changbin’s voice could be heard every few seconds as he chased you through the keep.
To The Void with Guatier, you needed to get out of here. You knew you shouldn’t have taken this job. You just knew it.
When you round one corner, you smack directly into someone, but your momentum knocks them over, your steady balance keeping you on your feet.
The guard stumbles to the ground with a yelp, looking up at you with an extremely startled expression.
“Jeongin!” Changbin yells off in the distance, “Grab her!”
Jeongin snaps his head in the direction of Changbin’s voice, then back up at you. You don’t stick around to see his next move, your legs already carrying you far away from the guard on the ground.
It’s close, the entrance is close, you vaguely remember these hallways. It has to be close.
Once you’re out of the keep, you’ll run and never look back. You will never enter Miroh again, you won’t even come within fifty leagues of the Hold.
A solid hand gripped the back of your light armor, fingers pulling on the leather straps.
With a yelp, you’re yanked backwards and thrown onto the floor. Your head collides with the stone floor with a solid crack .
Pain blossoms from the impact and your vision blacks out for a split moment.
The adrenaline coursing through you keeps you from passing out, you quickly shake your head to clear the confusion.
Jeongin is standing over you with an almost apologetic look. He looks up behind you, then back down at you.
“Do not just stand there! Grab her, bind her hands!” Changbin commands, his voice closer than before.
Panic seizes your body and as Jeongin reaches for you, you kick your foot out on the ground right into his gut.
A loud, pained exhale is shoved from his lungs and he doubles forward, clutching the area you just kicked.
“If you would just-” Jeongin wheezes out in between pained breaths.
You don’t listen, you clamber to your feet. The back of your head throbbing worse and worse with each passing second.
Just as you’re about to take off down the hall again, a strong hand grabs your wrist and turns your arm, trapping it behind your back.
You’re roughly shoved against the cobblestone wall, one arm pinned behind you.
Hot, deep pants are felt on the back of your neck, you notice the hand holding your wrist is clammy.
“By The Six, woman,” Changbin breathes out, mouth close to the back of your neck.
You struggle for a moment, trying desperately to break his hold on you. Changbin only tightens his grip.
“Jeongin,” he practically growls, the guard grunts in response, still cradling his gut in pain. “Fetch me some rope, make it quick.”
Jeongin grunts again and limps off.
Changbin leans down closer, lips right next to your ear.
The heat coming from his body is insane, it feels like his entire front is pressed against your back to keep you against the wall.
Not that you have any fight left in your body, the adrenaline is wearing off and the pain from your skull is getting worse by the second. Each beat of your heart shoots a splinter of pain through your skull.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Changbin basically growls, his breath brushing against your ear.
“If you are to kill me, do it already. Why extend my torture?” You close your eyes, letting your face rest on the wall. When did your fingertips go numb?
“Kill you?” Changbin lets out a chuckle behind you. “And waste a sword arm like yours? Nay, I believe we may have better use for you.”
The world was fading fast, towards the end of his sentence, it sounded like his voice was three rooms away.
“Sir, I have the rope.” Jeongin’s voice was the last you heard before your body collapsed.
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