I Love This.

I love this.

I know none of us really know the boys beyond what we're allowed to see. But I really think Jisung would just get it. The depression, the anxiety, the self-doubt and how hard it is to fight it.

You can love someone and care for them and want to be there for them. But there's a whole different level of you understand on a personal level where they're at.

It's a luxury not all of us get.

hi! so idk if your request are open so if they aren’t feel free do delete this

so we know that in the love collection y/n and jisung feel really comfortable around each other and will go to each other for things but what if one day y/n didn’t tell jisung how she was feeling that day and cried in her room by herself? i just wanted to see how he’d react to that and his response

again u don’t have to respond to this!! ty ^__^

all ears - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, maybe a bit of angst?

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: readers' insecurities getting the best of her, self-deprecating language

notes: thank you for requesting!! i hope i did your request justice. (finally revealing y/n's roommate too)

wc ~2.9k

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you feel dumb.

you feel stupid, absolutely stupid.

you hate the feeling with the utmost passion, but regardless of how much you detest it, it always seems to find a way back to haunt you months later, coming out from the depths of your mind into the forefront and creating a storm up there.

they're stupid thoughts.

thoughts that you shouldn't let get to you, but sometimes you can't help it. sometimes, they overpower you and silence your pleas to stop.

have you spoken to anyone about it? no.

your roommate, yunjin, has been on a work trip for the past couple of weeks, so you've had the apartment to yourself. no need to mask your emotions when you're home alone. on the other hand, jisung's schedule has been packed lately, and there is nothing new in his line of work. seungmin is on the same boat as your boyfriend; both share busy and separate schedules.

everyone has a busy life, and you don't want to burden them with things happening in your life.

when the b-word comes up in your passing thoughts, you can practically hear your boyfriend saying, "y/n, my love, don't invalidate yourself like that. you're not a burden, never. you're important to me; your thoughts and feelings are all important."

jisung always reminds you of how important you are to him. you know you could go to him for anything, and he'll be there to the best of his ability.

that's one of the many reasons why you love him so much.

the knowledge that he's there for you is one thing, but the one thing holding you back is yourself.

when you're in such a low and vulnerable state, you tend to shut yourself in, keep to yourself, and shield yourself away from others. you see yourself as an inconvenience or a burden.

the way you've rationalized it in your mind is that if you're tired of the shit happening in your own life, telling it to someone else would only tire them out as well. you didn't want them to grow tired on your behalf. it didn't seem worth it.

that feeling of self-doubt always pushes itself into the front lines from where it usually hides, creeping in the back.

you wanted to try and cope alone, get through this on your own, but you just couldn't. you tried to tell yourself it's no big deal and that they're just fleeting, meaningless thoughts that will go away and you'll be fine, but you know you're lying to yourself.

you know that ignoring your overwhelming emotions lately will only worsen them. it's been a week since those thoughts started again, and here you are, curled up in a ball underneath your comforter, pulling it up under your chin as the mental and emotional exhaustion hits its breaking point.

your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are droopy and puffy. you were supposed to go to work today but called in sick. you didn't have it in you to face your work head-on today.

the moment you hung up the phone with your manager, you cried, sobbing into your comforter. you felt absolutely defeated calling in sick. you weren't even sick, you lied in order to stay home.

here you were, practically waving the white flag after the events of your life after your thoughts and feelings had beaten you down into a ball under your comforter. you hate yourself for calling in sick, feeling as if you should've just sucked it up and gone in, put on a mask to hide your emotions.

'so many people have it harder than you do, y/n. the fact you could even lie and call in sick is a privilege. look at all this privilege, and you're out here pouting, how selfish.'

you shut your eyes at the thought, nuzzling yourself further into the blanket as a tear squeezes itself free and down your skin.

'you can't even deal with your own feelings, your own thoughts, let alone some tiny ass inconveniences. pathetic.'

you feel stupid and weak. you feel like a crybaby.

your eyelids flutter closed as you sob into the thick comforter, letting out all the built-up frustrations in hopes that you'll feel better afterwards.

'j's one and only has notifications silenced. notify anyway?'

jisung's concern grows when he reads over the little notice at the bottom of your text conversation.

of course, he noticed you had been off the past couple of days, and when he asked what was up, you played it off as nothing, but it's jisung; he knows you like the back of his hand.

he didn't believe for one second that nothing was up. it was clear there was something, but he assumed you weren't in a place to talk to him about it yet, that you weren't ready yet. but now, you weren't even replying, let alone reading his messages.

jisung: good morning love, how did you sleep?

j's one and only: good morning i slept okay, how about you

jisung: i dreamt of you so i slept better than usual ;) i've got another busy day today, so i hope you have an amazing day my love

jisung: [photo attachment] i ate a bento box for lunch today

jisung: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

jisung: baby

jisung: y/n baby

he stares down at his phone, hoping to get a read receipt from you, but nothing. jisung finds himself swiping down the notification screen and swiping it away multiple times. on–probably–the fifth rotation, he pauses, an imaginary lightbulb flashing over his head.

jisung: i'm coming over

…

your sob session only further tired you out. you didn't have it in you to fight to stay awake, letting your heavy eyelids close as you cried to sleep around dinner time, curling up into a smaller ball as your tears soaked the comforter.

your eyes are puffy, your nose is runny and almost matches the flushed, red tint of your cheeks, your hair is dishevelled, and you have a prominent pout on your lips even in your sleep. the tears that fell from your eyes and stained your cheeks also bound your eyelashes together, as they glisten under the light of your bedside lamp.

a couple hours later, you're stirring awake, your head rolling left and right, and a tired groan leaves your lips. with a hum, you blink slowly as you come to full consciousness, and your brain is also slowly waking up from its resting state. after a brief stretch and a rush of endorphins flowing through your body, allowing you to relax, your limbs fall back into the mattress with a soft thump.

with a sigh, you roll your head to the side to look at the clock on the wall, registering that you've slept for a little over two hours and that there are a couple of hours left until midnight. you aren't starving, but you do feel like you need something to fill you up, so you roll out of bed and make your way into the kitchen to grab a light snack and a glass of water, snatching your phone off the bedside table before making your way out.

the moment your screen comes to life, you find a couple of missed messages from Jisung that you go to check first and send replies to.

j.one<3: [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a b-side [audio file] exclusive sneak peek of a skz-record

j.one<3: baby

j.one<3: y/n baby

j.one<3: i'm coming over

you: :O i'm telling jyp also i just woke up from a nap so jibaby you should stay home and rest, i'm fine

"you're not fine."

you stop in your tracks while feeling like your heart has jumped out of your chest. a sharp gasp leaves you as your hand grips your shirt in utter shock.

walking out from the kitchen and standing across from you, the dark-haired boy's eyes are laced with worry and concern, and his lips pout the slightest bit as he looks at you.

"shit ji, you scared the shit out of me," you watch as he shuts his screen off, "what are you doing here?"

"it's friday," he pushes himself off the wall, "remember our little deal?"

you nod, mouth agape with realization. your little deal was that if jisung would come over on fridays when his weekend schedules were nonexistent or started later in the day, one of the reasons why he had a key to yours and yunjin's place.

jisung takes a few steps towards you, just enough to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, moving your head around as his eyes graze your face. meanwhile, you look up at him with doe-eyed eyes, confused. he lets go of your chin and moves to take your hand, pulling you behind him as he walks into the living area.

"sit," he nods towards the couch. you follow his words and take a seat. stay there. i'll be right back. i made you some food."

you mutter a small agreement as your boyfriend walks out of view. a couple moments later, he walks out from behind the couch with a bowl in one hand and a cup in his other, placing both dishes down on the coffee table before he sits beside you.

"ji–"

"eat," he's quick to cut you off, but he's also quick to notice how sharp his tone is. not wanting to come off wrong, he quickly adds, " please."

you stare at him, to which he flashes you a quick smile. you're still quite perplexed, but you listen to him anyway; plus, whatever he's whipped up looks quite good, and you can't resist.

your boyfriend watches you eat for a few minutes before reaching for the glass of water on the table. the water is ready and on standby for when you need it. with a small smile, you exchange your food for the water he's holding, taking gulps while he places the bowl back on the table, followed by the water.

"tell me, what's wrong?" jisung has an elbow propped up on the couch, his hand coming down to pat the side of your head and play with a couple of strands of your hair. your hair is quite tangled after waking up from a nap.

"nothings wrong," you deny.

he purses his lips together before continuing, "you've been quiet over text all day," he tips his chin, nodding towards your face, "the red, puffy eyes and tear stains don't exactly back up your statement."

your appearance only further proved to the round-chinned boy that something was definitely going on. along with the ones he previously mentioned, your cheeks and nose were flushed with a tint of red, and your lashes were clumped together, a remnant of the tears you shed that tired you to sleep.

"i-it's stupid," you mutter, your eyes wandering away from jisung in shame.

jisung bites his tongue, taking a step back to observe you fully and your body language. he tries to put himself in your perspective before he says something. your boyfriend also doesn't want to come on too strong, as you're already going through something. he needs to use his 't' to his advantage while also keeping in mind your 'f, ' which is simultaneously logical but sensitive to your feelings.

"hey, look at me. whatever it is, it's not stupid," his hand travels down slowly, gently cupping your cheek. your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as you meet his gaze. " if you want, you can tell me what's going on, and i'll listen. if you don't want to, then i'll still be here, however you need me to be here right now."

jisung's thumb caresses your cheek gently, paired with a smile as gentle as his touch. you lean into his palm, the word 'hug' leaving your lips with a breathless sigh, to which jisung adjusts both your positions immediately.

the hug becomes a cuddle as you both lie on the couch facing each other, your face buried in jisung's chest, and one arm is squished between you two and the other around his torso. on the other hand, Jisung has an arm under your neck, and the other is holding you close, the smell of your shampoo gracing his senses from how close you are.

your body relaxes but your heart still feels heavy, although it's an improvement compared to a couple hours ago.

jisung's fingers toy with the strands of your hair, occasionally brushing through and trying to gently undo the knots. his mind wandering.

of course, you and jisung aren't attached by the hip and texting all day, every day; there have been times when a couple of hours linger between replies. either you or he would send a message beforehand letting the other know that there would be a delay on your end.

jisung knows you like the back of his hand. he knows your habits and mannerisms. so when you weren't replying or reading his messages after the exchange in the morning, coupled with your demeanour over text and a couple of phone calls, he knew something was wrong.

he knows how you get when you're in the wrong place mentally and emotionally, how you tend to shut yourself in and away from people. saying you want to be alone when you really don't.

before he left the company building, he made sure to check in with chan and the group manager regarding the weekend schedule–wanting to spend as much time as possible with you. sure, this meant he moved some things around, and his sunday would be more packed than usual, but jisung wanted and needed to be there for you.

and you didn't need to know that detail.

when jisung unlocked the front door, he did it as quietly as possible. he looked around the living area and kitchen to see if there were any signs of you, but the kitchen was clean, minus a used glass cup on the counter. he then made his way down the hall and to your bedroom, cracking open the door slowly, trying to avoid it creaking just in case you had been asleep, and you had.

jisung slowly approached the side of the bed, knelt, and observed your sleeping state.

your room was dim, and the only light source was the lamp on your bedside table, thus a yellow hue illuminating your features. jisung felt his heart ache at the sight of you. the air of tranquillity from your sleeping state contrasted with the clear signs of distress that lulled you to sleep. your cheeks were still quite damp with tears, and there were a couple of wet spots on your comforter and pillow.

the sight of you asleep with tear-stained cheeks had jisung wondering what had been going on inside your head the past couple of days, wanting to know the gravity of the storm inside your mind that eventually blew over and resulted in you, isolating yourself, alone and crying yourself to sleep. jisung wanted to get a glimpse into that mind of yours, fight off the thoughts and feelings that brought you to such a low point.

at the same time, the longer he looked at you, jisung wondered if he had done something. he wondered if he had done something lately that caused you to shy away from coming to him, that caused you to resort to crying alone in your room as the easier option. but jisung needed to fight those thoughts to the back of his mind, snapping himself to the realization that this isn't about him but about you and how you feel.

jisung didn't want to wake you up too soon, so he got back up, closed the door behind him softly, and made his way to your kitchen again. he opened and closed the cupboards, fridge, and freezer to identify ingredients he could whip up for you, just in time for you to eat once you awoke.

building up the confidence to speak, your fingers toy with the fabric on the back of jisung's hoodie. you take deep breathes and open your mouth.

"it's the feeling of self-doubt again…" you say softly, almost as if you're in a public place and spilling a secret—quiet but just loud enough for jisung to hear. he hums in acknowledgment, "i just... i don't know."

"how do you need me right now?"

you take a second to think, contemplating what would help you the most now.

"here with me, like this," you move your head up to look at him, "i just need someone to listen."

jisung nods, adjusting his position, but his hold on you never falters; he keeps you close. when he's adjusted, he nods again, this time with a smile and a look of determination.

when jisung felt your body relax in his arms earlier, he wished he could have been there sooner. he wished that you could have sobbed in his arms instead, and he would've held you tight instead of you crying into your pillow and comforter, alone in the dark. what matters to him now is that he's here, and he'll be here however you need him.

"i'm all ears for you, baby."

Oh are we sharing cat pictures now?

Here are your cuddle pics😂🖤

Yeahhh 😚

hai bee so i know i did an ask the other day that was similar like jisung x desperate reader, both being desperate and whatnot buuuuut i want to know ur opinion onnnn minho with a very desperate reader 😔🩷🙏

hihi. Sorry this sat for so long. I was busy being mentaly ill and stuff. Uh. If this is mid. No it's not. I rewrote this twenty times and I have about 10 different versions of this in google docs.

this isn't very long, but I put it below the cut for flavor and spice. uh. degradation. spanking? idk.

The two of  you are supposed to be watching a movie.You don’t remember the name or the plot or who the lead actor is, all you do remember is that Minho sent you a picture of himself in these sinful gray sweats while he was at dance practice and you spent a good thirty minutes staring at it and drooling. The picture wasn’t even meant to be anything, he put on a stupid ass filter and was making a dumbass face but all you could see was his dick.

He’s wearing a different, clean, pair of gray sweats now, and all you can see is his dick. He taps your leg and you jump a clean 20 feet into the air.

“What the fuck was that for?!” “Jagiya,” he’s pouting at you like the baby he is, “you’re not even watching the movie. Weren’t you excited for it?” You were. But that’s in the past, currently, you’re excited for nothing but your boy’s dick. Your eyes aren’t subtle in their ogling, but unlike you, Minho was watching the movie, so it takes him a second to realize, and when he does, you can feel the smirk he aims at you even though your eyes are locked on his lower half.

“I see.” He puts his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. “Do you want something else?” You nod at him, mouth watering at the thought. He pats his lap and you move to straddle him before being adjusted.

“This isn’t-”

“Hmm? It isn’t what? Did you not want this?” He has you straddling his thigh, and you know he’s feeling particularly mean because he just laughs at your pout.

“I wanted your dick, Minho. Wanted you to fill me up.”

“And I wanted to finish this movie. I guess neither of us are gonna get what we want, jagi.” You whine at him, lip jutting forward in a move that’s only ever halfway effective, and it seems today is no different because he lands a quick swat to your ass with the command to move, and you do, because if you don’t you’re not getting anything.

He adjusts himself slightly so you have a better angle when you grind down on his thigh, but it’s not what you wanted and you can feel yourself getting more and more frustrated with each pass.

“Minho, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want your cock, please, I’ve been good.” He hums at you.

“Have you?” Your breath catches in your throat. “It seems to me that you’re a needy slut who can’t wait for a goddamned movie to finish before jumping my bones.”

“That’s not-”

“Isn’t it?” His voice is mean when he says it, and if you couldn’t see the stain he was making on his sweatpants, you would believe he’s actually unaffected. “What’s the main character’s name then, jagi? Tell me and you’ll get my cock.”

“Minho! That’s not fair, I want- I want-” He mocks you, repeating your words in a high pitched voice.

“It’s not fair? What’s not fair is me coming home from a long, long day, and you wanting me to fuck you. I’m tired, jagi.” He pouts at you, but when your knee accidentally grazes his cock he has to choke back a moan.

“I’ll ride you. I’ll- I’ll do the work. Minho, please.” Your eyes well with tears and through your blurry vision you can see him roll his eyes.

“Will you? Or will you get tired halfway through and force me to take over?”

“I won’t! I won’t!”

“I don’t believe you.” You let out a short wail, hands hitting his chest in your frustration and suddenly he has your hips in an iron grip, stopping you from moving at all.

“Wait, that was an accident, I didn’t-” Your protests fall on deaf ears because you’re being flipped onto your stomach over his knee and a hand is cracking down sharp on your ass.

“You should learn to be grateful for what I give you instead of being a desperate whore.”

Jeongin Hard thought #1

TW: spanking, bondage, pussy and clit slaps, degradation, name calling, mean dom jeongin but he's still in love, implied bratty reader, not proofread

AN: Long hair Innie has been doing things to me. Please leave a feedback if you liked it, I would appreciate it a lot, those keep me going

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“I’m sorry, Innie, I’m sorry,” you sobbed into the sheets.

“Shut up, slut,” he spat out, angrily.

The pleasure and the pain swirled and mixed inside your gut as his big, ringed hand came in contact with your ass. The skin there was already angry red and warm.

Your pussy dripped with arousal and Jeongin tsked at the sight. His fingers rubbed slightly at your opening, swirling and spreading the wetness around. You whined, your legs ready to give out.

“What were you trying to do,uh?” his hand landed once again on your round cheeks.

“Bending over like that, and almost flashing your pretty tits to Seungmin. You stupid whore.” Slap. “Answer me, now!” Slap. “What were you trying to do?” The last slap landed directly on your pussy, your clit throbbed with pleasure at the impact. The knot in your lower belly almost snapped, but you couldn’t cum, not yet, not without his permission. Instead your knees gave out and you found yourself slumped on your belly on the bed. Your pussy drooled more arousal, your once pristine white sheets stained.

“I’m sorry, Innie, I just wanted to get your attention,” you sobbed, fat tears trailed down your face.

“When I say ass up and face down, I mean ass up and face down, slut.” Jeongin’s strong hands gripped your hips and lifted you up on your knees again, your hands bound on your back.

HIs soft lips pressed gently on your lower back. He was treating you like a common whore but he was still your boyfriend after all, and loved you more than anything.

“I have a deal for you brat, I spank your puffy little clit and you cum like that. Then maybe I’m gonna consider forgiving you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, his hands gently tickled your inner thighs. As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you felt the first spank. It was right on your clit and the pressure felt divine like nothing you had ever felt before. Jeongin’s other hand moved from your hip to your entrance and started slowly circling and rubbing at your hole. 

Your thighs started to shake. He had worked you up so much that with the next spank and swipe of his digits, your orgasm washed over you, leaving you a babbling and whiny mess.

“Good girl."

— JOY RIDE | ft. Hyunjin + Chan

In which Chan gets far more than he bargained for as the designated driver for you and your loverboy, Hyunjin.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing(s); Hwang Hyunjin x Reader, Bang Chan x Reader

— Author’s Note; Hi! This fic is… finally seeing the light of day after nearly a year in my drafts. I’ve decided to split it into two parts, because I really want to give some plot, put some effort into Chan and reader’s relationship. So while you do see some sexual interaction between Chan and reader here, there is no explicit sexual acts being shared between the two in this part. The ending sort of drops off, but I felt it was necessary for the way I wanted to progress in the next part… So… My apologies for that in advance and please enjoy this anyway.

— Warnings; voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, wet and messy, dirty talk, banter, praise, degradation, daddy kink, Hyunjin is both a menace and a loverboy, unsafe/unprotected sex, creampie, insecurity, mentions of Chan x reader, mentions of a hand kink, mentions of dom/sub dynamics, implied!brat reader, uhm— let me know if I missed anything.

 Chan thanks his lucky stars that this vehicle is equipped with windows tinted in the darkest shade available. When renting it, he hadn’t been sure the detail was needed, but with the live-action pornography going on in the back seat, he’s glad he kept it. He’s completely normal and at ease knowing the only person with free showing of Hyunjin’s sexual prowess is himself. 

Sike! Well, sort of. 

Normal people probably aren’t this involved with their friends when said friend is getting their dick wet. Chan will happily blame it on the fact that you just sound so sweet when you beg, when you opened your pretty mouth and asked him to talk to you, to let you hear his voice. Why else would his first question have been: 

“You feelin’ good back there?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, interrupting Chan’s thoughts; your bleary eyes focused on his face in the rear view mirror, “J-Jinnie’s cock i-is s’deep, Channie — mmm!  S’deep in my pussy.”

You talk quite a bit for someone getting fucked within an inch of her life. Because of your babbling, Chan’s certain he’s redder than the feathers on a cardinal, skin overheated at yours and Hyunjin’s shameless display. He can see little more than the two of your faces, eyes drifting over the points of your collarbones and the beginning swell of your tits, yet the partial view does nothing to deter the uncomfortable ache between his own thighs. His dick feels harder than it’s been in a while – maybe even ever – and it has him white-knuckling the steering wheel as he fights against lust for the reins on his sanity.

The privilege of higher functioning continues to elude him, though, leaving him relatively dazed and unfocused. The noise coming from the stinging smack of Hyunjin’s hips against your ass combined with what Chan imagines to be the soppy, creamy slide of the younger man’s cock inside your cunt are too loud to ignore and Chan’s eyes go to war over the need to focus on the road and the crippling desire to watch the two of you descend into euphoria. Safety — fortunately — wins out temporarily, but the sounds are enough to help Chan conjure up an image of what your lovemaking looks like in the forefront of his mind; he finds himself shuddering at the mere thought of it.

Behind him, Hyunjin is kissing your neck, placing wet sucks along the exposed skin. You moan happily and feel your nipples stiffen at the contact, turning into hard, little peaks that are just begging to be played with. As if he can sense what you need, your boyfriend’s long fingers come up to tug the cowl-neckline of your dress down, letting your tits spill out into the open air while his fingers reach up to circle and pinch your nipples, fondling the buds in a way that makes your pussy clench and gush some more. With his attention divided, you have to take over and bounce yourself on his dick, but you don’t mind — certainly not when it feels this good.

“Baby,” Hyunjin coos, locking eyes with Chan, “Pretty girl.”

You whine, but only a little, “Y-Yeah?”

“You think we should ask hyung to pull over? Have him pull over and give me some space so I can make this pretty cunt come?”

You can admit the idea sounds nearly irresistible. After all, the back seat is cramped and it’s hard for either of you to get the momentum and depth that you want. Your orgasm still sits a ways off on the horizon, not quite within reach despite the assault on your neck, nipples, and cunt. However, the thought of stopping — the thought of not having Chan’s big, brown eyes on you makes you shake your head with a petulant mewl.

“Awh, no? What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna come?” You whimper and whine, grabbing at Hyunjin’s slender thighs.

 “Th-That’s not—,” you stammer out, trying to retain even the slightest amount of coherency amidst this whole ordeal.

“Then what, hm? What is it? Tell us, pretty baby. Tell Channie-hyung and I what you want,” your boyfriend teases, breathing out fire against your skin.

It takes a few seconds for your tongue to get with the program, though it still feels heavy in your mouth when you try to speak. Hyunjin’s movements have come to a halt, but you know it’s more so he — so they — can hear what you have to say. Eventually you’re able to make syllables, head foggy as you make eye contact with Chan in the mirror.

Chan’s face is pinker than you’ve ever seen it, cheek bones dotted in magenta. His brown eyes are dark, pupils dilated so much that the iris is barely visible, with lids that have gone heavy and droopy in evident arousal. If you squint hard enough, you can see sweat lining his brow-line and pooling at the hair on his temples; you lick your lips hungrily at the sight of him, wanting nothing more to drag your tongue up the side of his face to catch those salty droplets while you grind on his cock. Your pussy spasms with the thought, a minute fluttering that makes your boyfriend hum a laugh like he already knows what you’re thinking.

“Princess,” comes a strained and breathy rasp — the accent clearly not belonging to your boyfriend, “don’t leave me hangin’, yeah?”

It takes everything in you not to come right then, a new rush of wet sliding down Hyunjin’s cock where you’re sat. The flex of Chan's hands as they clench around the steering wheel catches your eye and you could sob with how desperately you want those hands on you. It’s criminal how badly you want your boyfriend’s older friend to grip your hips like that instead; maybe, if he’s into it, he could wrap those wide, pretty hands around your throat, too.

“Don’t want Channie t’leave,” you blurt, eyes dead-focused Chan’s hands. “Want —,” you pause, suddenly shy.

“Mm, want what?” Your boyfriend questions, reaching up to fondle your tits again. When your gaze shifts from Chan’s to lock onto Hyunjin’s in the mirror, his knowing smirk stares back to taunt you. 

“Go on,” he encourages, giving you the tiniest of thrusts just to elicit sound from your lips, “Tell him,” he finishes, head nodding towards the man in the front seat.

Your eyes close and a hiccuping gasp comes tumbling forth, but you don’t let it stop you from saying what’s on your mind. 

“Want his hands, Jinnie. Want them in me. Want them around my neck.”

Chan’s pained groan makes Hyunjin smirk like the true menace that he is. Your boyfriend is the picture of mischief, despite his deceivingly princely looking face. 

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Hyunjin praises with a giggle, grasping your hips to hold you steady as he picks up a rhythm again. “Go on, baby; I kn-know there’s more.”

“F-Fuck, Jinnie,” you moan, biting your lip in response to his pace, “C-Can’t. I can’t say it.”

“Why not?” he teases, splaying a hand out on your belly and pressing inward just so he and Chan can hear you squeal.

“It’s embarrassing!” you sob, eyes closed against the onslaught of humiliation. Your head shakes in the negative, insecurity creeping into your bones.

“W-What if he — what if Channie d-doesn’t—“

“Don’t,” Chan hisses, shaking his head. He might be out of his mind but he’s not about to let you discount yourself like this.

 “Don’t do that. Don’t fucking sit there, all pretty on Hyunjin’s cock, and act like you don’t know my dick is hard. Don’t try to insinuate that you don’t know that I’m up here wishing it were my cock instead.”

“Oooh,” Hyunjin whispers, nose pressed tight to your jugular, “You hear that, baby? Pretty girl has all of us waiting in line just to get a taste.”

“O-Oh fuck,” you sigh out, burning up in the wake of your own desire, “Gonna—“

“No,” your boyfriend chides, left hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing, the other arm circling your hips to keep you still. “You won’t come unless you tell Chan-hyung what’s going on on that pretty, little head of yours.”

“Meanie,” you whisper with a pout on your lips. A part of you wants to be a brat, but you and Hyunjin aren’t like that, so you behave and swallow down the smart comments inside your head.

“I want to come,” you answer, partially admitting defeat. Hyunjin’s hand squeezes approvingly around your throat. “I wan’ him to touch me, make me come on his fingers.”

“Shit,” Chan grunts, head spinning.

“Mhm,” Hyunjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as a reward, “What else, baby? What else do you want?”

“Wanna — fuck — wanna be his good girl, too, Jinnie,” you blubber shamelessly, heavy lidded eyes blinking drowsily. “Would come s’hard for ‘im,” you slur, voice dropping to a nearly inaudible decibel, “let daddy make a mess of me.”

The sticky swipes of Hyunjin’s fingers on your puffy clit seems to wipe out most of your inhibitions. It’s like the second he touches it, the imaginary bow that was holding you taut just snaps, leaving you to slump against your boyfriend’s chest where you’re currently pinned.

Hyunjin starts up a movement that pairs deliciously with the tempo of his fingers on your clit as payment for your honesty. Your cunt makes a squishy sound around his cock in response, making your boyfriend coo and giggle at how messy you’re getting. Your traitorous pussy only clenches and drools more at Hyunjin’s bullying, fogging your head with the need to come. You both know you’re close, voice warbling as you tumble closer and closer to the edge. You should know it won’t be that simple, though, not when you have an audience.

“You g’na come?” Hyunjin asks, sweaty temple laid against your own. “G’na come on my cock real sweet for me? For our Channie hyung, hm?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, arching your back. “G’na come for you. For Ch-Channie, too.”

“I swear to God,” Chan growls from the driver seat, overheated and grasping for the last threads of his sanity. 

“I'm pulling over,” he finally grunts, searching through the dead of night for a safe clearing.

“Mm,” Hyunjin giggles, not paying his friend any mind. He's too captivated by the way you squirm in his lap, your hungry, little pussy getting tighter as each stroke of his cock brings you closer to orgasm.

“Jinnie,” you choke, moans turning choppy. “J-Jinnie, ‘jin.”

“Tell him what you call him,” your boyfriend demands, tapping at your wet and swollen clit, hips still fucking up into you.

“I— N-No,” you say, eyes wide as the car slows to a halt, signaling that Chan has finally found somewhere safe to park.

“You wanna come, yeah? Then tell him what you call him when we talk about him. Say it and I'll make you come. Who’s Channie hyung to you, baby?”

Hyunjin knows that you’re embarrassed, but  he also knows that you’ll answer, despite how much you seem to protest. Your mind always tends to get a little spacey when you’re in this deep, all pitiful and desperate to come. Maybe it’s a little manipulative, but it’s all in good fun really. You want his hyung and like a good boyfriend, Hyunjin wants you to have him, too. 

Chan opens his mouth and closes it just as quickly, mulling over his own thoughts. Should he or shouldn’t he, what’s too far and what’s too much. Hyunjin mouths a word of encouragement towards his elder, wanting him to speak up. Logically, Hyunjin knows he doesn’t need Chan’s help getting you to follow through with the stipulation, but your boyfriend is sure you’d appreciate the help anyways. 

“Tell me,” Chan croaks, face pink and voice tight, “What do you say when I’m not around? What does Hyunjin know that I don’t?”

You gasp, heaving at the request. You’re not entirely sure why that makes you want to say it; what part of your inhibition is deciding to give way to Chan so easily that you would want to voice something you thought you’d take to the grave. Chan doesn’t turn to look at you, doesn’t turn to look at the mess of you in Hyunjin’s lap. You’d feel ashamed in a different situation, but you know it’s out of respect for your boundaries and not because he doesn’t want to see you. His eyes on yours in the rear view mirror tell you everything; they lay all of his desire out on the metaphorical table and you want to give him a reason to look back. 

You want nothing more than to have Chan climb over the seat and join in, to make you feel small in his big, capable hands. You need him to take you from the wanton whore that you are when you’re impaled on Hyunjin’s cock and turn you into a good, little girl. His good girl. Daddy’s good girl. 

“C’mon, pretty,” Chan tries again, straining to remain controlled. 

“Daddy,” you sob, clenching your eyes shut as Hyunjin circles your clit fast and mean. “Ch-Channie’s called Daddy!” 

Chan doesn’t even think twice before he responds, mouth making syllables of its own volition. 

“Oh my God,” he whimpers, wild eyes jumping back and forth between your face and Hyunjin’s, “I’ll be your daddy, sweet thing. ‘N you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” You gulp, crumbling. “S’good, Daddy, so good. P-Promise!”

“Come for us then,” Hyunjin murmurs, achingly close to climaxing himself. “Come for your Daddy and I, baby.”

The orgasm that rips through you is gut-wrenching. You jerk and flail, crying and swatting at your boyfriend’s hands when he doesn’t let up. You come for what feels like an eternity and your pussy tries to wring the life from Hyunjin’s dick with every spasm, clamping down hard enough that it restricts his movement. 

Chan, for his part, stares blankly at the scene in the mirror. His dick kicks where it’s tucked against his thigh, fresh precum trickling out and further damping the pants of his suit. He’s suffocating in the damn thing, tie practically strangling him and cock threatening to bust the seams of his pants, but all of that is irrelevant compared to you. All of his focus is tunneled down to your sobbing moans and pretty face. 

“Jesus,” Hyunjin giggles, pulling out of you some minutes later when you’ve appeared to have settled, “That was a big one.”

“D-Don’t,” you whine, refusing to open your eyes as tiredness sets in, “don’t make f-fun of me.”

“I’m not, baby,” your boyfriend coos, guiding your head so he can peck your mouth.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he agrees, kissing you again.

 It goes on like that for a while between the two of you, long enough that Chan takes it upon himself to exit the vehicle, needing the space and the distance to get himself together. It isn’t until the door is shutting that you startle, pulling away from your boyfriend as lead settles in your stomach. Everything terrible is quick to fill your brain but Hyunjin does not let doubt overcome you. Certainly not on his watch.

“None of that,” your boyfriend huffs, holding you tightly in his lithe arms. “It’s not you, baby; you did nothing wrong.”

“B-But,” you sniffle, too tired to cry though your eyes are steadily searching the surrounding area for any sight of Chan. “What if he doesn’t— Jinnie you said—“

“I know what I said,” he reminds you, “I meant every word of it. If I know Chan like I know I do, he’s probably finding a tree to jerk off behind. Watching you come like that was pretty damn intense, you know.”

You pout, cunt aching to be the thing wrapped around Chan’s cock. Hyunjin can only chuckle, kissing you and offering to help you clean up as you right your dress. You tuck yourself into his side once all is said and done, wanting nothing more in this moment than to take a nap. 

“We’ll get him, sleepy girl,” Hyunjin assures you, sounding so certain of it. “Don’t you worry.”

 And when has he ever steered you wrong? 

© hyungszn 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

Happy Birthday to anonnie!

Thanks for sharing your birthday present with the rest of us, lmao

Hi gorgeous 💞

I have been binge reading your stories, loved it so much 💖

I hope it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so I was wondering if you could write hyunjin (my bias) x f reader (me) x Bang chan (my bias wrecker) smut ff? Both of them dom and they give the reader a birthday gift (surprise me with your writing).

I would really appreciate it 🥺

Bye 👋

Hi cutie - thank you so much for reading and supporting <3 I always get the most hate when I write about Hyunjin, so it's nice to see that you're enjoying my stories.

I wish you a happy birthday, hopefully you get celebrated the way you deserve to be! :)

I'm currently sick in bed but wanted to write something spicy for you, let me know if you liked it.

All the best <3

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A birthday to remember

Hyunjin had frowned three years in a row as he had watched you unravel your birthday presents in an unimpressed manner.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never get it right. Sure, you were grateful about all the things he got you, but he knew you well enough to understand that you were smiling out of politeness, rather than pure and utter joy. 

Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his hands; he was more than acquainted with the way you threw your head back and tried to hide the little creases that formed next to your eyes when you were laughing wholeheartedly. He was familiar with how your eyes shined brightly or how your whole body vibrated with energy when you were deeply happy.

Unfortunately, his birthday presents had never gotten that reaction out of you.

This time however, he vowed to find the right gift for you. The perfect present that would sweep you off your feet.

That was his plan at least.

It was a late night at the company office and Hyunjin was dancing with his band mates, practicing for the upcoming tour. He messed up a lot of steps as his mind was too occupied with you. In his bag was a very expensive piece of jewelry, one that he had handcrafted himself, but he was still bothered by the thought of you not liking it. 

He took a glance at the clock on the wall - it was nearly midnight which meant it was your birthday in a couple of minutes. 

„Guys, let’s stop for tonight.“

Chan shut off the music and replied to some mails on his laptop while the others got up and left.

„Oh hey, y/n.“, Felix greeted cheerily on his way out.

Hyunjin shot up panicked, looking at you frantically.

„Babe, what are you doing here?“ 

You entered the practice room and shut the door behind you, laughing shyly. 

„Always happy to see you, too, my lovely boyfriend.“ 

You stuck out your tongue and walked towards him, hugging him tightly.

„Babe, I’m all sweaty. And besides, didn’t we agree to spend your birthday starting tomorrow morning? I had it all planned out…“, he whined.

You chuckled as you kissed his adorable pout, reassuring him.

„I couldn’t stand away from you, Jinnie. Are you mad?“

„Of course not, baby.“, he mumbled while kissing you. 

Your make-out session got interrupted by Chan who was clearing his throat.

„Y/N, hi. Always great to see you. Listen, Hyunjin promised to help me out with my workout since Changbin had already left. Can I borrow him for a second?“

You shrugged your shoulders and took a seat on the couch.

„Be my guest, Chan.“ 

Chan got on his back and started working on his abs while Hyunjin was monitoring his movements.

You were so entranced by watching them, Chan in particular. You always had a soft spot for him - sometimes even fantasizing about being fucked by him. You were in love with Hyunjin, oh you absolutely were, but sometimes you couldn’t help but lust after Chan’s broad shoulders and fantasize about licking his abs.

Sweat was building on his temples as he was working hard. 

Suddenly, you felt hot, licking your lips, and imagining what it would be like to be trapped underneath him with his sweat dropping on to you. Your gaze switched to your boyfriend who was holding him in place firmly and suddenly you imagined being trapped between both of them, held in place by one while the other was fucking you into oblivion.

You squeezed your legs, totally unaware of the fact that Hyunjin was watching you through the mirror.

He on the other hand smirked smugly, suddenly realizing what would make the perfect birthday present for you.

„Hyung, can you do the rest by yourself? There’s something I have to do.“, Hyunjin whispered. 

„Eh? Oh sure, go ahead.“ 

Hyunjin got up and walked over to you, grabbing you by your wrist and ushering you out of the room. 

„Where are we going?“

„Shut up and follow me.“, he hissed at you.

The heat in your body started to rise, spreading through every cell of your being.

Hyunjin was the most romantic and caring man you had ever dated unless it came to sex - he was an absolute asshole when it came to sex.

And you loved it. 

He was degrading, he was mean, he was everything that would make you cry under normal circumstances but being treated like that while he had his dick shoved into you?

Priceless.

He pushed you into the shower room, closing the door behind him. You stood still and waited for his command, automatically falling into the role of the submissive one.

He walked over to the other side of the room and leaned against the cold sink while watching you. 

„Take it all off.“, he said sternly. 

You started undressing, silently slipping out of the flower dress you were wearing. You stood before him in nothing but red lingerie. 

„I said take it all off.“, he hissed annoyed. 

Your fingers went behind your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it in the next corner while looking at him obediently. 

Hyunjin watched you with eyes that were filled with darkness and desire, while you were slipping your fingers into your lacy panties, sliding them off. 

He uncrossed his arms and propped himself on the sink, taking you all in. Even though it was your birthday he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. 

„Come here.“, he commanded. 

You made your way over to him, excited about what was to come. 

„Get on your knees.“

You did as he said and kneeled before him, suddenly painfully aware of the cold surroundings. Instinctively, you fumbled with his pants, but he slapped away your hand.

„Did I say you could?“

You shook your head in shame. Hyunjin grabbed your chin forcefully and tilted your head, looking into your eyes strongly.

„Listen, brat. Did I say you could?“ 

„No...No…“, you stuttered.

„No what?“

„No, Mr. Hwang.“, you replied hastily. 

Hyunjin let go of you, slightly content as he watched you cowering in front of him.

„Now, tell me what you want.“

„I want you.“, you whispered silently.

Hyunjin walked behind you and tied your silky hair into a ponytail while repeating his question.

„Couldn’t hear you.“, he whispered into your ear.

„I want you.“, you said proudly.

He yanked your hair back, pulling at your ponytail.

„I want you what?“

„I want you, Mr. Hwang. I want you, Mr. Hwang, sir.“, you explained hastily. 

He let go of you as he cooed into your ear.

„Good girl.“

He had not even started yet, and you felt yourself leaking already. 

Hyunjin went back to the sink and positioned himself in front of you. He pulled down his pants, giving away his enormous erection. 

You gasped at the sight - he still had the same effect on you. 

„Tell me what you want to do to me. Now.“, he commanded sternly. 

You gulped, trying to hold yourself back.

„Touch you. Kiss your cock. Lick it. Suck on it. Make you cum. On me. In me. Swallow it all. I really want to, Mr. Hwang.“

You looked up at him shyly, waiting for his sign to proceed. However, you didn’t notice his green light as you were admiring his ethereal beauty. God, he was beyond beautiful. Your hands wandered to his shaft greedily, tracing along the veins of his cock. Silver pre-cum was glistening on his tip, getting all your attention. You felt his hand slap your cheek as you were about to suck him off. 

You shot back, touching the reddened, tingling area. 

„Did I say you could?“

You shook your head hastily. 

„No. No, you didn’t. I am sorry, Mr. Hwang.“

He smirked devilishly.

„Oh, you will be, baby. You will be.“

You approached him again, placing your hands flat on his thighs.

„May I suck you off, Mr. Hwang?“

You could have sworn his dick got harder hearing you talk like that. His eyes were piercing through you by now.

„You really want to, huh?“

„Yes, Mr. Hwang. Please let me be good for you.“, you begged silently.

„Fine. Be a good girl then.“

Your eyes sparkled at his approval while your lips got to work immediately.

You moaned the sweetest moans while you swallowed him all, he was as tasty as he was gorgeous. Hyunjin knew that he could use you as he pleased, so he did just that.

„Let me fuck your throat, baby.“

He pushed himself into you, harder and faster, which made you whimper and nearly choke on his dick. You were looking at him with tears in your eyes, loving every second of it.

He was breathing heavily while fucking your mouth, the vein on his forehead already popping out. 

„That’s right, baby. Take me like the dirty slut you are. Take all of me.“

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth in your throat, tasting his savory cum on your tongue. 

You closed your eyes in enjoyment. You felt your best when he used you like that; when you were of service like that.

Hyunjin patted your head, loving you with all his heart exactly for all that you were.

Naughty and nice.

However, he wasn’t done just yet.

Chan was about to enter the shower room any minute, his workout had to be done by now. And once he entered? He would be greeted with the most perfect ass kneeling on the floor, sucking on his friend’s dick. Who could resist that?

Hyunjin smiled to himself, being utterly proud of his genius plan which would make him boyfriend of the century.

You opened your eyes again as you noticed the door behind you open. Panic flooded your system; you were kneeling butt-naked on the floor with Hyunjin’s dick in your mouth. Would you get in trouble?

“Didn’t expect to see that”, you heard Chan proclaim as he entered the shower room.

You looked up at Hyunjin with panic in your eyes, but he remained calm about it. Smug even. You tried to make sense of the situation, but he reassured you that everything was okay.

“Just enjoy it, baby”, he winked at you.

“Get up”, you heard Chan command.

You glanced one last time at Hyunjin who nodded his head, transferring control over to his hyung.

Shakily, you got on your feet and waited.

“Now turn around.”

Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat as he saw you in your rawest form. He had always thought that you were absolutely beautiful, breath-taking even but every time a thought like that entered his mind, he shut it out. He would never cross boundaries like that but on rare occasions he jerked off to the sound of you being fucked by his friend in the next room.

Chan knew that you thought about him in that way, too, as he had often caught you glaring at him while he was changing clothes or working out. He would have never assumed though that Hyunjin would share you; at least not like that.

“I heard it’s your birthday, y/n?”

You shook your head eagerly.

Chan approached you and whispered into your ear seductively.

“Tell me, baby girl, what do you want then?”

Your head was about to explode – was this really happening? His long fingers traced the soft skin on your collarbones, making his way down to your breasts. Chan circled around your nipples softly but squeezed them forcefully after as you had not replied quickly enough.

“I said what do you want, baby girl?”

“Fuck me.”, you whispered silently.

“Hmm? A bit louder, baby girl.”

“Fuck me!, you boldly proclaimed.

A warm chuckle escaped his lips, making his chest tremble in amusement. He was circling around you, eyeing you like prey.

“I see. Well, how do you want me to pleasure you then?”

He stopped right in front of you and lowered himself to get a good look at your face. Chan was observing every reaction as he asked his next questions.

“Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to hit it from the back? Do you want to sit on my face? Do you want to be fucked against the wall? Should I turn on the shower and make you really wet? How do you want it, baby girl?”

Hyunjin was watching with his back to the wall, holding his breath due to the immense suspense. Would you really do this?

You tilted your head up and looked into his eyes daringly.

“I want you to fuck me while I’m bent against the sink…”, you paused for a second. “While Hyunjin is watching us.”

A small gasp escaped his lips; you really wanted this.

Chan smirked and turned to Hyunjin. “Is he okay with this, though?”

You turned around slowly and looked at him beggingly.

“Is this alright, Mr. Hwang?”

God, he would let you do anything if you called him that. Hyunjin nodded, not saying a word.

Chan clapped his hands eagerly. “Let’s go then.”

He walked you over to the sink and stood behind you, admiring your backside once more.

“Mr. Hwang is a very lucky man, baby girl.”

Chan started kissing your neck and went down further, leaving wet kisses all over your body. He started out softly but got more aggressive as he continued, leaving all of you in dark marks.

Neck, shoulders, lower back, ass cheeks, thighs and even shins were marked as his.

You whimpered as his lips touched you – the slow anticipation was killing you.

“What’s that whimper, baby girl? Are you that needy?”

You nodded your head and prepped yourself on the sink; you needed him now.

With a swift motion he glided into you, making you gasp for air. Chan was big, stretching you out in ways you had never been stretched out before.

He thrusted himself into you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan. Sounds of his hips hitting against your ass filled the room as well. The mirror above the sink was fogged, just as your mind was.

It was all too much.

The hotness in your core. The coldness of the sink. Hyunjin’s curious eyes that were watching. All your fantasies were coming true, and you had no idea how to process this.

Chan didn’t go easy on you.

The first orgasm hit you like a truck; it left you a whimpering mess.

The second orgasm shook you to your core; by now every person in the building must have heard you being deliciously fucked.

The third orgasm however took you out for good; your legs gave in, shaking uncontrollably now.

Chan held you strongly in his embrace, praising you for taking him so well.

His slender fingers collected his cum that was dripping out of you, running down your thighs. He looked at his fingers greedily and turned to Hyunjin, staring at him daringly as he was sucking his fingers. Your boyfriend was too shocked to speak though, simply watching his friend eliminating the evidence of his girl being fucked by another.

Chan turned around and kissed your neck, praising you all the way.

“What a good girl you are, y/n. I’m proud of you, baby girl. You’ll be thinking of this birthday forever, huh?”

You were too exhausted to think, less even speak and drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke you found yourself on the floor of the shower room, lovingly embraced in your boyfriend’s arms. He was gazing at you affectionately, wiping away the sweat on your forehead.

“Hi, baby”, he whispered as you finally woke up.

It took you a moment to realize that the memories of the past hour were indeed real and not some fantasies that you had made up.

“Jinnie, what was that?”, you smiled warmly.

He chuckled amused.

“Your birthday present, baby. Did you finally like it?”