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studio - han jisung

pairing: han jisung x reader

summary: you join jisung for a producing session

genre: fluff, idol! au, comfort, crack, chill jisung

a/n: han would be so much fun to produce with and you can't change my mind

The producing studio was filled with the soft hum of equipment as you sat across from Jisung, both of you focused intensely on the computer screen. The blank canvas of the rather large music project felt daunting, but Jisung’s limitless energy was infectious, putting you at ease. He'd come into the studio with two iced Americanos, a million-watt smile, a pair of cute glasses, and a head full of amazing ideas.

Only the 4th gen ace, you had thought to yourself amusedly as he'd settled down.

“Okay, let’s try something new,” Jisung suggested, his eyes lighting up as he adjusted his headphones. He took a swig of his iced Americano before setting it down carefully on the side table. “I want to hear what you’ve got.”

You hesitated, unsure if your ideas were on par with his. But Jisung, ever the encourager, nudged you gently.

“There’s no right or wrong here, yeah? It’s about creating something that feels like us. Something that feels unique and special.”

You nodded, picking up your bass, hands a little clammy, and tentatively played a chord progression you had been working on. To your complete and utter surprise, Jisung’s face broke into a grin.

“That’s fire!” he exclaimed, fingers already moving over his keyboard to add a beat.

The time seemed to blur and fly by as the two of you worked together, layering melodies and harmonies, Jisung with practiced, flowing ease, and you with slight hesitance and intrigue. Jisung hummed softly for a few seconds, then suddenly broke into a rap, the flow raw and unpolished but electric, his hands waving energetically in what you could only assume was a flurry of rapper gestures. You couldn’t help but laugh at the unfamiliarity of his movements.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious,” he teased, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. The atmosphere was light and collaborative, professional yet comfortable, filled with shared laughter, occasional banter, and back-and-forth teasing.

Hours passed without notice, but the track was taking shape. The sounds you created together were vibrant, a reflection of your combined, juxtaposing music styles and tastes. Jisung leaned back, so far incredibly satisfied with the progress.

“See?” he said softly, a satisfied smile on his lips. “We make a great team.”

You couldn’t help but agree as you looked at him, realizing that not only was he an incredible artist and producer, but someone who made the process feel like magic. He was so easy to work with and talk to, taking your ideas on board and adding his own flair to it while allowing your unique visions to shine throughout.

You made a mental note to gatecrash 3RACHA's producing sessions more often in the future.

a/n: yay new dividers ! thanks to @anitalenia

MHMM MHMM DELICIOUS 😋

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

Han Jisung the first time that he saw you he was too focused in your thick thighs to think about of everything else. "what are you looking jisung?", hyunjin's voice woke him up and his cheeks get all red of embarrassed of just getting caught. but he can't, he just loves your thighs.

Han Jisung that at first when he met you he was all shy to even talk to you because your dead stare, but as you smiles in his direction he felt his heart M E L T, your body always arrived after for him, your personality it's everything.

Han Jisung use your tummy as a pillow, because "why? I don't need anything else if you're right next to me to make me comfortable", he would never force you, but his head on your tummy and his body right between your legs, with you thighs on his shoulders would be his favourite position to relax.

Han Jisung that would start to buy oversize clothes just to wear them first and make them profume like him and give them to you as a gift, "I just took the wrong size, keep it love," liar. that man did it on purpose.

Han Jisung wants at least one of your sweater because when he go on tour he wants you to be with him all the time, he would call you with your sweater on, his cheeks completely red as you can see his expose shoulder for the big neckline of the sweater, "this? I just missed you."

Han Jisung that knows your insecurity about your body and repeat to you everyday of how much he's grateful to have you in his life, "I don't care, I would love you even if you are a worm, or whatever, whatever you think it would be disgusting I would still love you."

Han Jisung at you guys first hug felt his stomach full of butterflies to hold you tight against him, that would be his favourite things after kissing all over you body to make you feel loved.

Han Jisung that would lay on top of you just because he had a bad day and he buries his face on your tummy makes him feel safe, his arms around your waist to hold you tight, your hands between his long brown hair to make him relax, no talking. he doesn't need to talk, he just need you to stay with him until he feels better.

nsfw version

Han Jisung knows how insecure you are so you guys start slow, he asked you to take a shower together, nothing sexual, he just wanted to see but his cock couldn't stop to throbbing so hardly and you helped to jerk off.

Han Jisung that create a playlist to fuck you because he knows that music makes you feel comfortable, sex with jisung it's always playful and sensual, but as a chubby person he would be such a praiser.

Han Jisung would fuck your thighs to badly, that would be his first fantasy with you, he would be begging you for that, "please beautiful I need to, i.. I need to."

Han Jisung that in public when you wear that pants that makes your thighs squeeze and your ass more showed than normal would be always behind you to cover you, "baby put the t-shirt down, that ass it's just for me."

Han Jisung wants you to tell him all your fantasies to just help you and satisfy you because he's a soft dom with you. but oh boy when you tell him that you like rough. his worst side just show up.

Han Jisung that hold you from holding your neck, moving you close to his face to look in your eyes and just smirk because he knows that you're already needy, "show me your body, spread legs, show me that soaked folds."

And it's the same Han Jisung that when you sit in your face to make him eat you out he would be whimpering and he would move his hips high for relieve his hard-rock-dick.

Han Jisung would beg you to just suffocate him with your pussy and your thighs, "please bun, I need to feel you."

# SUPERBOWL - [ Han Jisung ]

⸻ 04. late night conversations

🏁 SYNOPSIS : You didn't want to lose your scholarship. You were desperate for any way to keep it. Fate (or rather your best friend) presented an opportunity to tutor Han Jisung — popular frat boy, part time risk taker... and your ex-boyfriend in exchange for keeping your scholarship.

( or )

in which ,, Han Jisung is desperate to get you back. One way or another.

GENRE : exes to lovers, college! au, smau, fluff/angst/smut

PAIRING : racer! han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : major simp! jisung, swearing, mentions of sex (might contain smut, i'll see how the story goes), bad jokes, mentions of anxiety, alcohol consumption, frat parties, speed racing, mentions of blood

SS COUNT : 7

WORD COUNT : 1.1K

SOUNDTRACK : listen here

AUTHOR'S NOTE : this was a fun chapter to write. it wasn't supposed to go like this initially but i wanted to show that ji wasn't a totally bad person, he just made some bad decisions (that makes no sense 😭). this a little influenced by something i did (i'm not proud of it) so don't hate too much on him :(

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# WHITE IS Y/N'S POV AND BLACK IS JISUNG'S POV

you pulled the material of your cardigan closer to you as you walked along the sidewalk. the university campus was relatively safe, but this was the first time you were alone after midnight. safe to say, you didn't wear your headphones as you strolled along the smooth, cemented pathway, the moon waxing in the middle of the star-filled sky of obsidian.

you didn't pay too much attention in front of you as you scrolled through your social media, catching the latest updates of the artists you follow, trying to push the thoughts that were overflowing in your mind so you could breathe when you bumped into something.

“ow,” both you and something groaned. you rubbed the spot on your forehead that you got hurt on, your eyes flitting up to the person in front of you.

“oh, y/n, i didn't see you there.” of course, your thoughts physically manifested him in your presence. han jisung stood in front of you, his newly dyed black hair a bit rustled, his cheeks flushed, and a sheen layer of sweat over his forehead, like he'd been running for a while. your throat dried up, unable to form a response. “sorry, i lost my wallet earlier, and i was just checking to make sure everything was there.”

sure enough, a brown leather wallet was in his hands, opened since he was looking down and walking.

“oh.”

jisung bit his lip, a nervous habit of his. “what are you doing out here this late?” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. 

“i just wanted to take a walk.”

he chuckled. “it's like…” he pulled out his phone. “one thirty am.”

you rolled your eyes, an instinctive reaction to whatever he said, before making eye contact with him once more. the sight of his warm, brown eyes nearly took your breath away as it did when you first saw him. you cleared your throat. “riko and dahye were snoring a bit too loud; i wanted to tire myself out.”

it was a lie, but you couldn't just say that you were out here in the middle of the night because you couldn't stop thinking about him. and it had happened before—jisung met you out here months ago when you were complaining about your friends snoring habits and you talked a little too long, only realizing the time when the sun started to peak above the horizon.

you knew he was thinking about the same thing as you because you could see that knowing twinkle in his eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“do you mind if i accompany you for the rest of your walk? i'd feel bad if i left you out here by yourself and something happened.” he asked suddenly, not meeting your eyes as he spoke.

jisung scratched the nape of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but his heart was racing in his chest. he did not expect to run into you, but now that he had, he didn't want to leave you. guilt was eating him up on the inside, a thousand different ways to apologize going through his head—he had to tell you he was sorry; he kicked himself in the gut every single day for how he ended things with you, ruining your relationship and your friendship in one go—the one thing he was scared of since the beginning.

“i'll leave you alone if you want me too.” his voice was much quieter this time, more defeated, like he was a kicked puppy.

you were supposed to say no, supposed to glare at him and move along because you absolutely positively could not fall for han jisung once again—but one look at his face and you were gone. with an awkward shuffle of your feet, you mumbled okay as you continued to walk. you could almost see his ears perk up and his tail wag behind him and follow you, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie from the college merch shop.

the silence between the two of you was awkward. you were trying not to breathe too loudly as you walked, a shiver running down your spine whenever your fingers or shoulders brushed his. calm down; he's just an acquaintance. your tutoring student. a school friend. a mutual—

“did you study for that trig test?”

“huh?—oh, yeah.”

“i really hope i get a good grade... i have a practice session on thursday, and i don't want to miss it.” you nodded, discreetly folding your arms across your chest because you couldn't handle the subtle feeling of his fingertips grazing yours—the jolts of electricity passing through you in that single touch equivalent to the shock of a live wire. “um… would you… uh—” he played with his hands. “come to the practice? i've never… i've never gone to them without you.”

“i don't think—”

“i know you hate me.” jisung stopped in his tracks, making you stop his well, his fingers clenched into fists at his side. “i deserve that after what happened. i was such a massive dick—but you know one thing? you will never hate me as much as i hate myself.” he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a dry laugh. “i broke up with my best friend, okay? and i've been driving my head into a wall every single day since then to somehow find a way to turn back time to that stupid party.” he shook his head. “you have every right to be mad or to hate me, but please, y/n... i need you.” his voice cracked. he swiftly turned his head to the side, blinking furiously. this was not how he had planned to apologize. “i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry… i'd do anything to make things right. please, forgive me. if you want to, you don't have to tell me now.”

even underneath the dimly lit streetlights, you could see that the corners of his eyes were wet. you swallowed the lump in your throat and gave him a slow nod. “i'll think about it.”

jisung's face brightened up. “you will? thank you, y/n.” he raised his arms for a hug but then dropped them. “sorry. okay, uh, can i walk you back to your dorm? it's getting pretty late, and you have a psychology class in the morning.”

there was no room for argument since he turned on his heel and walked in the direction of your dorm, which was completely unnecessary since he lived far from that block. you also wondered how he knew you had that class, but those thoughts were pushed aside as you jogged up to catch him. the fluttering feeling of your heart was not supposed to be there—there's no way you were going to get back with your ex, right?

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Mrs. Grinch & Mr. Sunshine

A request from @lethallyprotected about sunshine! Jisung x grumpy! Reader. Hope you like it!!!

If you have any requests I will be glad to listen!

Barista! Jisung x Customer! Reader (f)

Acquaintances to lovers, fluff

Words: 1,4k

"Is your father a thief? Because he stole all the world's stars to put them into your eyes!" You stared dead into his eyes, pondering your life choices and most importantly your barista choices. He smiled brightly, too brightly, for the unholy hour you were both forced to wake up and handed you your first cup of the day, filled to the brim with coffee.

"No, but he must be a ring leader with all the clowns I attract" you huffed out, hand already spread out to accept your drink from the lousy brunette. You greedily swallowed a big gulp of it, your eyes flying to his messy hair and crisp apron. He must have gotten up earlier than you and you cried a little inside.

"Ohh Come on! It's Valentine's, princess. Everybody deserves a compliment!" He whined, flashing a big heart shaped grin that fit the holiday to the glove.

You furrowed your brows "Don't call me princess" you bit, annoyance obvious in your tone. You weren't one of the girls that fell with that kind of line.

Rather than princess, witchling fit you better.

He blinked at you innocently and opened his mouth once again "Mrs Grinch then?" He inquired, one eyebrow high but upon seeing your deadpan expression, he exploded with laughter. He literally threw himself on the countertop, almost doubling from laughter on top of it. You huffed a breath, left him some of your change and walked towards the door. "See you later Mrs Grinch!"

You didn't bother looking at him instead you waved a hand over your shoulder as a goodbye and called back "Sure Mr Sunshine"

...

You weren't running.

You were calm.

You were quiet..

You were in your zone...

And so fucking late!

You speed walked to the cafe on your way to class. The morning philosophy class you had to take this semester wouldn't be so bad with a coffee in your hand. Or so you had convinced yourself.

You threw open the gigantic glass doors and rushed to join the queue of the grumpy students trying to get their dose of caffeine. You were just about to reach goe your phone to busy yourself till you reach the counter but a call stopped you.

"Mrs Grinch!" Ryunjin shouted.

You blinked. It sounded familiar...

"Mrs Grinch!" She shouted, this time her gaze locking with yours. You checked if she was looking at someone else around you but when you saw no one giving her the time of day, you raised one brow and pointed at yourself.

She enthusiastically nodded so you hesitantly left the queue and approached her. You stopped in front of her but didn't said anything. So she grinned, pushed the cup towards you and quoted "From Mr. Sunshine" You let out a breath at this. Jisung had his ways, that was certain. You thanked her, but she dismissed you with a wave and a knowing smile and ushered you out.

You tentatively took a sip.

Black, just how you liked it.

And he knew that.

...

This continued for several days and you slowly started to make your appearance, besides the busy mornings, to the afternoon shifts of a certain loud barista.

"Hello Mrs Grinch! I see today you are not in a hurry!" He greeted you cheerily, but you couldn't pay attention at him. You only could stare at his hair.

"You dyed it" you said instead. His lovely chestnut hair was replaced by a bark blue black that was enhancing his features sure, but it also gave him an edge that you weren't used to.

His hands immediately flew to his tresses, giving them a tug. "Does it look bad?" He wondered quietly, almost insecurely. But that couldn't be, loud he may be but insecure he was not. And he had not a single reason to be.

"No. They look good. It's just not.. very you" you concluded as you tapped your chin in your search for the right words.

He smiled slyly. "What is very me?" he questioned, leaning over the counter that always separated you. You stared into his eyes.Shrugged.

"Sunshine core, I guess. Black to go" you changed the flow of the conversation quickly. He whined for a bit but, eventually, he turned around to make your coffee.

"Why you always leave? Can't you stay here for coffee for once?" He asked, still whining cutely to you. You paused your search for money to give him a confused look. Why would you? He saw the question in your eyes and exclaimed "I would be over the beans happy! Get it?" His giggles surrounded you.

You wouldn't be able to focus in there. The music, the chats and...his laughter would, surely, be distracting. So instead of an answer you told him "Keep the change" and walked out of the door.

...

Once more you were in the cafe for leisure rather than need. You had wanted to relax and enjoy a cup in your own pace. You entered and quietness welcomed you. From the melodious jazz music till the airiness from inside the bar brought you a sense of calm.

Until you saw Jisung'a face.

His bright heart shaped smile, that you had used to seeing upon his face, was missing. In fact his lips were turned downwards almost in a pout, but sadder. You roused the cashier slowly. "Who is the Grinch now?" You asked, gently without your usual bite. Today seemed like he could do without it.

He met your eyes a with small smile, that seemed all he could muster at the moment. He turned and started making your coffee, without a single word. So you stood there and watched him. Usually in his haste to turn around again and talk to you, he would rush and make small mistakes, he would curse or laugh the pain away and he would ask about your day. Today was not usually. So you asked instead. "Are you ok Mr. Sunshine?" Low and gently. You were afraid of raising your voice to a normal tone, as if it would shatter a very needed barrier he had build.

He sighed.

The sound came from somewhere deep insiyhis chest. "One of my friends...he had a fight with his girlfriend..and when I took her side, he said a couple of things.. Nothing you should be worried about. I am fine." he concluded, eyes on your cup, on the check out, anywhere but you.

"I see" you hummed. And began gathering your things and your cup from the counter. "I hope you don't worry yourself too much, Jisung. Talk to him. It's not fair to you to be uncomfortable or insecure about something he said in anger and, probably, didn't even mean." You said and left the shop before he could answer.

On your way to your dorm you couldn't get out of your mind the image of Jisung pouting and avoiding your gaze. You stood still for a moment and signed before turning around. You knew just what to do to cheer him up. So you walked to the nearest bakery, bought the freshest and loveliest cheesecake and made a bee line to the coffee shop, where the unhappy barista worked. You opened the enormous doors again, this time more cautiously.

You checked the tables and the stairs, but the boy was nowhere in sight so you approached the counter, fully prepared to leave the cheesecake and leave. But, of course, it was that moment he chose to return to his post.

His eyes widened a tiny bit, but he quickly put a small smile on his face and approached you. "Hello again. Want anything else?" He asked quietly, his eyes fleeting from yours again.

Now or never. You told yourself.

You placed the baked good on the countertop and pushed it lightly towards him. "No. But this is for you. Hope you feel better" you muttered and speeded towards the exit yet again. The fresh air hit you but before you could step further into him and away from the cafe, your name was being called. Or rather you peculiar nickname.

"Mrs Grinch! Y/N!" Jisung called, breath elaborated from his jog.You turned to him, unsure of what to make of this sudden persuasion. You raised a brow and jotted your chin towards him, a silent invitation to speak first.

He looked very pink in this new and natural night, you thought. "So....ummm..I was wondering..if you.. would like to go out sometime." he asked, nervousness taking over. "With me!" He quietly squealed, almost forgetting the most important part.

You looked at him, really looked.

A sweet boy, who knew how you took your coffee, asked how your day was, how you were feeling and what plans did you have.

Were those enough to like him? No.

We're those enough to get you interested in knowing him? Yes.

And you got the feeling that you would come to like him easily. He was sweet, cheery and warm.

Your personal sunshine.

"I would love to go out with you"

♡⁠♡♡

⨳ ❛𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

❛ In which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms.

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⌗ O1┆ 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

ten months earlier

It’s a shrine. Photographs and posters of your face adorn the walls of your former bedroom, meticulously arranged in neat rows, each framed and dated, chronicling your journey. The once wobbly old bookshelves, which cradled your most cherished books, have been replaced by plain white ones, now solely occupied by your albums and merchandise. The desk, your sanctuary where you spent countless hours studying or writing songs until your body gave in to exhaustion, has vanished. In its place stand several life-sized cardboard cutouts, unmistakably pilfered rather than bought. The only vestige of familiarity in this shrine is your bed, still dressed in the same crimson linens you had always adored. There you sit, a hollow semblance of the person whose face now dominates these walls, alongside your untouched suitcase since your arrival.

A torrent of conflicting emotions surged through you, as memories long buried flooded your already chaotic mind, bringing with them a sharp migraine that crept through your temples. Despite having taken medicine, you doubted it would dissipate without the balm of a proper night’s sleep. Yet, as your mother poked her head through the half-closed door of your old bedroom, you knew rest would remain elusive. Nevertheless, you managed to pull the corners of your lips into a smile, hoping it would be convincing enough as she made her way inside to sit beside you.

She surveyed the room she had reimagined, a delicate flush coloring her cheeks. "I couldn't help it; I wanted to celebrate your success."

You remained silent, instead allowing your gaze to drift over the unsettling array of posters, each bearing your stage name, Noctara. The dark, haunting themes woven into every image evoked a peculiar sensation, as though you were staring at the face of a stranger rather than your own.

"I wanted to showcase everything in the living room so our friends could see just how hard you’ve been working," she said, her voice tinged with a soft laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully. "But your father worried it might scare some of them away."

You couldn’t help but agree with your father’s sentiment, though you managed to smile at her gesture. It was strange to see her so animated, grasping for words when the last time you had seen her in person had been so fraught with pain. It seemed she wished to erase that hurtful moment from memory — or perhaps she already had.

It was no surprise that she chose now, when you had to conceal half your face just to walk the streets without being recognized, to display your success. Although performing had always been your passion, you had often contemplated quitting, burdened by your mother’s relentless obsession with having a prodigious child. Time and again, you had been pushed to the brink, desperately clinging to whatever you could to prevent yourself from falling.

The irony of your success as an idol was not lost on you. As deadlines and relentless schedules closed in, every attempt to catch your breath was thwarted. You couldn’t retreat behind your doting father for refuge anymore, not when your career stood at its zenith, laden with the heavy expectations of others.

Your career had granted you the ability to fulfill a dream that was close to your father’s heart—allowing him to retire from his grueling construction job and open a record store just around the corner from your street. The store, flourishing amidst the resurgence of vinyl enthusiasts, stood as a testament to his newfound joy. The thought of quitting now, and disappearing from the spotlight, was unthinkable. Your family, now reliant on your success, would be left with nothing, and no matter how you felt about them, it would be deeply unjust.

“Have you seen my garden?” Your mother’s voice cut through the silence that had stretched between you, breaking the heavy pause with an unexpected question. You shook your head, astonished to learn that she had finally done what she had long promised: to revive the gardens that had languished throughout your childhood. “Come with me.”

She gestured for you to follow, rising swiftly and hurrying out of your room with an eagerness that suggested she’d rather be anywhere else. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring the persistent ache in your lower back and knees.

As you entered the common areas of the house, you found the glass sliding doors leading to the backyard flung wide open. Your mother stood on the porch, her face alight with a broad smile as she awaited your reaction to her labor of love. The garden was a riot of wildflowers, each one a burst of color, growing almost as tall as you. There was no trace of meticulous planning; instead, the flowers seemed to have been scattered with joyful abandon. A stone path wound its way through the garden, leading to a stunning fountain that stood gracefully at its heart. Despite the apparent chaos, your eyes were drawn to the garden's raw, untamed beauty, a testament to its natural charm and the loving hands that had nurtured it.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath. She gestured toward the porch swing beside the sliding doors, and you settled onto it with a grateful sigh as she joined you. “I’m so glad you finally got the garden you wanted.”

Her smile was soft and warm as she replied, “It couldn’t have been without you.”

You fought to contain the swell of emotion in your chest, but the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your efforts. Her smile widened in response, a silent acknowledgment of the moment, and she wisely chose to let the silence stretch between you, wrapping you both in a comfortable tranquility.

“Do you have anyone?”

The unexpected question made you scoff, your eyes rolling before you could curb the reflex. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she said through gritted teeth, struggling to mask her frustration, prompting you to purse your lips in silent apology. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Mom,” you sighed, trying to keep your tone even. “You know that as an idol, I’m not allowed to date.”

“Yes, that might be true,” she pressed on, undeterred. “But I keep reading about idols who are dating anyway.”

“And why can you read about it, Mom? Because those idols either got caught or their companies allowed them to publicly announce their relationships.”

“Yes, yes,” she waved her hands dismissively, as though swatting away your argument. “Rules are just suggestions; they can’t control you completely.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly, glancing up at the stars above as if they might lend you some strength. The absurdity of her words almost made you laugh out loud.

“You don’t understand, I could be fired if I’m caught dating. It’s happened before.”

“At least hear me out,” she persisted stubbornly, and you sighed in resignation. “The reason I bring this up is because I recently met an old friend from my youth—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hold on—”

“No, Mom, I am not meeting any of your friends' sons.”

“Please!”

Her desperate plea silenced you, leaving you with your jaw clenched in frustration. To regain your composure, you shifted your gaze to the tranquil garden, seeking solace in its calm serenity.

“I recently reconnected with an old friend from my youth, and she has a son who is also an idol. I didn’t make any promises, but I said I’d discuss it with you. If you agree, you’ll meet him this Friday at a coffee shop just two blocks away. Even if you’re worried about your company firing you—which I doubt, considering your success—you can simply say you’re meeting a friend rather than going on a date. There’s really no harm in meeting one boy for your mother’s sake.”

“My answer is still no. I don’t want to—”

“Oh, Y/N, please! I don’t ask for much—”

“No, Mom, you ask for everything! It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me—I do—but my answer remains firmly no.”

“So you’d rather embarrass me?”

With an exasperated sigh, you gaze up at the star-strewn sky, silently pleading for some celestial intervention.

“Fine,” you grit out, your frustration barely contained. “But I will meet him just this once, and you will never pester me with this nonsense again.”

The joy that spread across her face would have been almost comical if you weren’t so weary. She leaped up in excitement, planting quick kisses on your cheeks before dashing inside, presumably to share the news with your father. In the distance, you heard her calling out the details again: Friday at noon.

You released another sigh, rubbing your temples as you reclined in your seat. The garden remained as enchanting as ever, and the night sky, with its blanket of stars, was even more breathtaking.

posted: 06 • 14 • 2024

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방찬 ── BANG CHAN.

Chan's office was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the desk lamps, casting a warm yet somber light across the room. The gentle hum of the night time silence was broken only by the rhythmic, soothing breaths of his three-year-old daughter, who lay peacefully on the worn leather couch. Her tiny face, so serene in slumber, was a haunting mirror of your beautiful features, stirring a profound ache in Chan's heart.

As he watched her, tears began to silently trace their way down his cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of his sorrow and longing. He could still hear your final, trembling words: "Love her twice as much in my absence." The memory was a dagger, twisting with the relentless guilt and grief that had become his constant companions. The sight of his daughter's innocent face, so reminiscent of you, only deepened his anguish.

Today had been especially trying. Chan had promised his little girl a joyous outing to the park, a precious respite from his hectic work schedule. But the day took an unexpected turn when Changbin called in a panic, frantically searching for the nearly completed recording of their latest song. What Chan had hoped would be a swift resolution morphed into hours of desperate searching, only to end in the devastating realization that they would have to begin the recording anew.

All the while, his daughter’s patience wore thin. She had no toys, no distractions, just the suffocating boredom of waiting. Her disappointment was palpable, a silent reproach that cut deeper than any words could. Chan felt like he was failing her, failing in the promise he had made to you. Driven by the need to make amends, he gently woke his daughter. Her initial crankiness gave way to curiosity as he apologized for breaking his promise and proposed a sleepover at home. Movies, games, a fort, and endless cuddles — her eyes sparkled at the thought, and her frown dissolved into giggles.

At home, they transformed the living room into a magical fortress of pillows and blankets, a sanctuary just for them. They watched animated tales, played games, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. Wrapped in the cozy embrace of their fort, she eventually succumbed to sleep once more, nestled against him. Her hair, a tousled mess, and a small trail of drool on his shirt were endearing reminders of her tender age and boundless trust in him.

Chan held her close, his heart swelling with love and a bittersweet yearning. She was the living embodiment of his heart, and as he gazed at her, he whispered a vow into the stillness of the night. He promised to love her with all his might, carrying the weight of both his love and the part of you that would forever reside in their lives. In that quiet moment, amidst the echoes of his promises, he felt a fragile sense of peace, knowing that as long as he held her, he was keeping your memory alive.

이민호 ── LEE MINHO.

Minho lay in the dim, soft glow of his bedroom, shadows whispering across the walls as the twins slept peacefully beside him. Their tiny forms had claimed your side of the bed, filling the void where your presence once brought warmth and comfort. The night he returned home with the babies, he had attempted to sleep alone, but the emptiness was unbearable. He tossed and turned, haunted by the silence, until one of the babies began to cry, inevitably waking the other. In his desperation to soothe them, he gathered every pillow he could find, crafting a makeshift crib in his bed. Their delicate features softened in the calm of his presence, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

As Minho gazed at their angelic faces, hands entwined even in slumber, his heart ached with the weight of your absence. How could he begin to process this loss? You had spent almost ten months nurturing these little miracles, only to be taken away before you could revel in the beauty of their existence. Ten months of creating life, and you would never witness the serene way they held hands in their sleep. Ten months of dreams and hopes, and you would miss their first birthdays, graduations, weddings. It was unbearably cruel, and Minho’s soul was tormented by the thought.

You wouldn’t even be here to laugh about the pregnancy mix-up that had both of you convinced it would be a boy and a girl, only to welcome two beautiful baby girls into the world. His friends had offered to stay and help, but he had declined, needing the solitude to grapple with his grief. Now, in the stillness of the night, he questioned if he had made the right choice.

Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks as the full weight of his new reality settled over him. He was to raise these precious little princesses on his own, and the responsibility felt crushing. Yet, as he watched their peaceful slumber, he knew he had to summon every ounce of strength for them. They were his world now, the living, breathing remnants of your love. He vowed to cherish them, to love them fiercely, and to guide them through life with unwavering dedication, for they were all he had left of you, and he was all they had.

In the hushed silence, he whispered promises into the night, pledging to be the best father he could be. He would ensure they knew how deeply you loved them, even if you couldn’t be there to tell them yourself. And as he held them close, feeling the rise and fall of their tiny chests, a fragile peace washed over him. He knew that in every laugh, every tear, and every milestone, you would be there in spirit, guiding him, loving them, always.

서창빈 ── SEO CHANGBIN.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park as Changbin and his 13-year-old son sat on a weathered wooden bench, savoring their ice cream. The park buzzed with the laughter of children, their joy mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the summer breeze. Parents lounged on the grass, basking in the last light of day, while Changbin watched his son’s face light up with a blush as he received a message.

Changbin couldn’t resist teasing him. "Who’s got you smiling like that?" he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

His son’s cheeks reddened further, and he looked away, trying to hide his smile. "Just a girl from school," he mumbled, glancing at his phone. "She texted to congratulate me on today’s soccer game."

Changbin’s interest was piqued. "A girl, huh? Do you like her?" he inquired gently, but his son just rolled his eyes, keeping his thoughts to himself.

After a while, his son broke the comfortable silence with a question that took Changbin by surprise. "Dad, how did you know Mom was the one for you?"

Changbin's heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of love and nostalgia. He took a deep breath, the memory washing over him like a tender wave. "Well," he began softly, "it was before you were born. Your mom and I had only been dating for a few months. One evening, we decided to take a ride on my motorcycle to grab some food. On the way back, she spotted a bookstore and got all excited. She tapped my shoulder and pointed it out, her eyes sparkling like a child's. I couldn't say no to that."

He smiled, lost in the memory. "We stopped, and I handed her my card, telling her to get whatever she wanted. She promised she’d come out empty-handed, but I knew better." He chuckled, remembering your sheepish yet triumphant expression as you emerged with a bag hidden behind your back. "She ended up buying two books and couldn’t stop talking about them, her excitement contagious. When I told her I was glad she found something, she did this little dance of joy before climbing back onto the bike. She had to hold the bag since her backpack was already stuffed with our food, but she was too happy to care."

Changbin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "That’s when I knew she was the one. It wasn’t some grand gesture; it was her pure joy in the little things, her passion for life. I wish you could have known her. She loved you so much, even before you were born."

His son’s eyes mirrored his own longing and admiration. "I wish I’d known her too," he said softly. "My goal in life is to find my soulmate, like you found Mom. I want to love someone as much as you loved her."

Changbin’s heart ached with pride and sorrow. "You deserve to have someone by your side for a long time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "Who knows, maybe this girl from school is your one."

His son groaned, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he nudged Changbin, causing his ice cream to topple onto the ground. Changbin laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the park. His own ice cream slipped from his grasp, joining his son’s on the pavement, and they both burst into laughter, the joy of the moment a soothing balm to their hearts.

In that golden hour, surrounded by the simple pleasures of ice cream and shared memories, Changbin felt a profound sense of peace. Despite the heartache and loss, he and his son would continue to find love and joy in the little things, just as you had taught him. And in those moments of laughter and connection, he felt your presence with them, a silent guardian watching over their journey, smiling at their shared happiness.

황현진 ── HWANG HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin sat alone in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue over the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with memories, each piece of furniture and every stroke of paint a testament to the love and labor he had shared with you. His heart ached with a bittersweet nostalgia as he looked around, his mind filled with the echoes of laughter and the whispers of cherished moments.

He remembered the countless hours spent building the furniture, the frustration and triumph mingling as he struggled with stubborn screws, while you sat nearby, reading the instructions with a patience that never failed to calm him. The nursery walls, painted in a tapestry of happy themes, bore the marks of your combined artistic talents, creating a sanctuary for the new life you both awaited with eager anticipation.

The night he returned home with the baby, your absence a gaping void beside him, was etched into his soul. He had sat in the rocking chair, the one he had bought especially for you, cradling the fragile bundle in his arms, paralyzed by the fear of being alone. Many nights, he had dozed off in that chair, too afraid to leave its comforting embrace, haunted by the silence that your departure had left behind.

A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the day he found your child drawing on the walls, their tiny hands busy creating a colorful mural over your delicate paintings. It had pained him to see your work altered, but the sight of their concentrated little face, so much like yours, had softened his heart. He had chosen to let them be creative, to express themselves freely, even if it meant sacrificing a piece of you.

He thought of the time his six-year-old had cried in his arms, their tiny body trembling with confusion and hurt because they didn't fit in with the boys or the girls. Hyunjin had held them close, whispering reassurances, his heart breaking at the familiar pain. It had been a long journey, but he had worked tirelessly to make their home a sanctuary of love and acceptance.

The memories came in a flood, each one a cherished gem: the summer in middle school when they returned home with bags of new clothes and put on a fashion show, proudly displaying their androgynous style; the pride parade, where he meticulously placed sticky rainbow gems on their face, their giddy excitement lighting up the day; and finally, the day they graduated and moved out, leaving behind an empty room filled with the ghosts of the past.

Tears rolled down Hyunjin’s face as he sat in the rocking chair, now old and creaky, thinking of all the moments he had cherished yet wished he could have shared with you. The weight of the memories pressed down on him, a heavy, inescapable burden.

Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him from his reverie. He hastily wiped his tears and saw it was a FaceTime call from his child. He answered, and their beaming face filled the screen, the excitement in their eyes mirrored by the twinkling fairy lights in their new apartment's bedroom.

“Hey, Dad! Look at my new room!” they exclaimed, panning the camera around to show off their new space, their voice bubbling with pride and joy.

Hyunjin’s heart swelled with pride and love. “It looks amazing, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I miss you,” they confessed, their eyes shining with unshed tears. “Can we spend the first night together, through the phone?”

Hyunjin chuckled softly, trying to mask his lingering sadness. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of moving out?”

They laughed, a sound that was pure and unfiltered joy. “Maybe, but I know you’re in my old room crying already.”

He laughed too, the heaviness lifting just a bit. “You got me there.”

They didn’t hang up, staying connected through the screen as the night deepened. Hyunjin lay back in the rocking chair, his child propped up in their new bed, both finding solace in the familiar presence of each other. As they talked and laughed, Hyunjin realized that though you weren’t physically there, your spirit lived on in these moments, in the love that continued to bind them together. And for now, that was enough.

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG.

Jisung found his seven-year-old child hidden within the treehouse that the three of you had built together. This small wooden sanctuary, once filled with laughter and joy, now bore the heavy weight of sorrow. They were still in their funeral attire, the black clothes contrasting sharply against the soft glow of the setting sun. The murmurs of the guests lingering in the backyard became a distant, indistinct hum as Jisung climbed into the treehouse, his heart burdened with grief and a simmering anger at the universe for taking you away so cruelly.

His son's youthful face was etched with a grief that seemed too profound for such a young soul. Jisung felt a surge of helplessness as he reached out, pulling his child close, wrapping him in an embrace meant to shield him from the cruel world outside. “I miss Mom,” came the soft, heart-wrenching whisper, each word a dagger to Jisung’s already shattered heart.

“I miss Mom too,” Jisung murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. They sat together in silence, the weight of your absence pressing down on them like an insurmountable force.

It had been nearly a year since you had fallen ill, the sickness so severe that the doctors had given you only a few months at most. Yet, you had defied their grim prognosis, your spirit burning brightly despite the frailty of your body. Jisung remembered the countless nights spent by your side, swallowing his fears and anger as you spoke of your impending death with a calm acceptance that had always made him furious. To him, it felt as though you had given up, but he knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t wanted to waste what little time you had left fighting an unwinnable battle. Perhaps if he had truly listened, if he had embraced those fleeting moments instead of railing against them, he might have cherished your final days more deeply.

His son, too young to fully grasp the concept of death, struggled with the finality of it all. He understood that you would never return, yet accepting it was a different matter entirely. Jisung’s heart broke anew each time he saw the confusion and sorrow in his child’s eyes, a mirror of his own torment.

Holding his son tighter, Jisung wished he could find the right words to ease the pain, to make sense of a world that had suddenly lost its light. But words failed him, crumbled under the weight of their shared grief. Instead, he let the silence speak, hoping the strength of his embrace could convey the love and comfort his words could not.

The treehouse, once a symbol of their shared joy, now held their sorrow. The walls, which had echoed with laughter and dreams, now seemed to absorb their pain, standing as silent witnesses to their loss. But within this small, sacred space, surrounded by the memories of happier times, Jisung hoped they could begin to heal. He would be there for his son, a steadfast presence in the storm of their grief, guiding him through the darkness with a love that, while tested, remained unbroken.

As the last light of day faded, Jisung held his son close, both finding a semblance of solace in each other’s presence. In the quiet, grief-stricken aftermath, they began to forge a new bond, one tempered by loss but strengthened by their enduring love. And in that silent communion, Jisung found a glimmer of hope that they would eventually find their way through the darkness together.

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK.

In a home where the relentless energy of three young girls and their single father painted every day with hues of joyous chaos, peace was a fleeting visitor. The air thrummed with the symphony of exuberant laughter, the vibrant discord of simultaneous chatter, and the relentless rhythm of youthful exuberance. Yongbok would never trade this tempestuous world for anything, yet a hollow ache lingered for the presence of the one who had been the steady heartbeat of their lives.

Your sudden departure had cast a profound shadow over their once lively abode, transforming it into a quieter realm where your laughter’s echoes were replaced by an oppressive silence. As time wove its delicate fabric over the jagged edges of grief, the house gradually adjusted to a new cadence, yet the weight of your absence hung heavy in every corner.

Despite this, Yongbok discovered fragments of you embedded within the fabric of their daily lives. He saw your essence in the selfless nurturing of his eldest daughter, who had seamlessly stepped into the role of co-caregiver. Her quiet acts of love and responsibility were a poignant echo of the devotion you had always shown, a continuation of your spirit in her every gesture.

In the middle child’s vibrant monologues about obscure topics, Yongbok glimpsed your enduring influence. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge mirrored the intellectual curiosity you had nurtured, each passionate explanation a living testament to your legacy.

The youngest, with her mischievous gleam and boundless spirit, kept Yongbok perpetually on his toes. Her playful antics and joyful mischief were a vivid reminder of the vivacity you had infused into their home, a living echo of the light you had brought into their lives.

In the quiet moments, Yongbok could still feel your presence. The post-it notes left in his lunch bag by his eldest daughter, each inscribed with a simple message of love, were imbued with your warmth. The tender strokes of his middle daughter’s fingers through his hair during their movie nights were a silent connection to you. And in the gentle inquiries of his youngest, her head peeking around the door to ensure he was alright, he felt the deep compassion you had instilled in her.

Though you were absent from the milestones and daily rhythms, your essence lived on through them. In the small, tender acts of affection and love, you continued to be a cherished part of their lives, an enduring presence in their hearts.

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin had been absent through the vast expanse of your pregnancy, the relentless demands of touring keeping him away. He returned just in time to witness the birth, only to be swallowed by the crushing weight of your absence. The pain of missing those precious moments with you, of not being there to share in the miracle of your last days, was a wound that never healed. This haunting regret followed him, a constant reminder of a future lost.

The day you passed, Seungmin left Stray Kids, unable to bear the weight of the stage without you by his side. He couldn’t find solace in the bright lights or the rhythms of his music. Instead, he focused on his two sons—an older one, now sixteen, and a younger one, now twelve. The older boy, once a vibrant spirit, had retreated into the shadows of his room, his once lively demeanor replaced by a sullen silence. The baseball games that had once bound them together now lay abandoned, and Seungmin, despite the storm within, knew he had to reach out.

Determined to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, Seungmin planned a day just for the two of them. He left the youngest with his closest friend, Jeongin, and took his older son out. The car ride was a quiet procession of unspoken thoughts, the weight of their shared grief hanging heavily between them. When they finally arrived at their destination, Seungmin braced himself, ready to face the tender fracture of their relationship.

It took patience, but eventually, the silence broke. The older boy revealed his feelings for a boy at school, emotions that he struggled to understand. Seungmin was taken aback, but he remained calm, his heart aching with a blend of surprise and concern. As his son’s tears fell freely, Seungmin pulled him into a tender embrace, his own heart aching with a mixture of empathy and love. He whispered reassurances into his son’s hair, promising acceptance and protection, vowing to stand by him no matter what.

The boy, still tearful but comforted, then showed Seungmin a small journal. Inside was a song he had penned, a poignant melody woven with the threads of his conflicted feelings for the boy at school. The song was hauntingly beautiful, a reflection of his son’s delicate soul and burgeoning talent. Seungmin’s heart swelled with pride and love as he listened, recognizing the echoes of his own musical spirit in his child’s creation.

As the day drew to a close, Seungmin received a snapshot from Jeongin—his youngest child, covered in dirt and beaming with the joy of a day spent playing baseball. The image was a burst of pure happiness, a vivid reminder that even amidst the sorrow, moments of light and joy persisted.

As the sun set, Seungmin felt a renewed connection with his older son, a fragile yet precious bond rekindled through their shared experiences and heartfelt conversation. Though the regret of not being there for you lingered, he found solace in the fact that he was striving to be the father you would have been proud of. In the quiet moments of the evening, he hoped, with all his heart, that wherever you were, you watched over them and felt a deep pride in the man he was becoming—a father striving to honor your memory through the love and strength he gave to your family.

양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN.

Jeongin’s youngest daughter was a restless spirit, her stubborn yet carefree nature a constant reminder of the love she once shared with you. Each burst of laughter, every defiant flicker of joy, was a living echo of your vibrant presence. In contrast, his oldest son was a mirror of Jeongin’s own meticulous nature, his life meticulously ordered, each ambition carefully planned.

Lately, Jeongin’s heart had been heavy with worry. His daughter, brimming with reckless exuberance, frequently dashed off to meet a boy Jeongin knew was unworthy. The thought of her entangled with someone without a future gnawed at him, leaving him adrift in a sea of concern. As he lay awake at night, the silence seemed to taunt him, and he often found himself wondering how you would have navigated these troubled waters if you had still been there to guide them.

One night, as the moonlight spilled softly through the window, Jeongin was wrenched from sleep by the unmistakable sound of muffled sobs. His heart raced as he followed the cries to his daughter’s room. He paused at the door, the murmur of his son’s voice cutting through the silence. The room, once a sanctuary of dreams, was now a cocoon of whispered regrets and stifled tears. His daughter’s voice wavered with the weight of her shame, confessing her feelings of foolishness for having trusted the boy. His son, with a soothing calmness that mirrored your gentle strength, reassured her that she wasn’t foolish, merely swept up in the exhilarating tide of young love. He told her she deserved better than a boy with no future, his words a soft balm to her wounded spirit.

Jeongin’s heart ached with a mixture of pride and sorrow as he heard his son’s comforting tones, the echoes of your nurturing spirit resonating in his voice. After a few moments, he gathered the courage to step into the room. His eyes were tender with understanding as he took in the scene: his daughter’s tear-streaked face, her hands buried in her lap. Her cries grew louder as she saw him, her embarrassment palpable as she shielded her face with her hands.

Jeongin knelt before her, his expression a blend of love and compassion. Gently, he reached for her hands, drawing them away from her face to hold them in his own. His touch was a lifeline, a silent promise of unwavering support.

“You told me so, I know,” she choked out, her voice a trembling whisper.

“I would never say that, my love,” Jeongin murmured, his voice rich with tenderness. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close against his chest. His gaze met his son’s, a shared understanding passing between them.

“I know it hurts,” Jeongin whispered into her hair, his voice a soothing melody against her ear, “but this isn’t the end.” His embrace was a warm cocoon, a sanctuary of love amidst the storm of her emotions. The night unfolded in a delicate tapestry of comfort and hope, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together, even in the quiet absence of your guiding presence.

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Boyfriend Jisung who purposefully drags you into a haunted house knowing damn well you hate them. You cling onto hi for dear life, boosting his ego. When you whimper his namer instantly makes him hard but he smoothly hides is hard on with his dress coat. You slap his arm and pout making his heart skip a beat. “NO MORE HAUNTED HOUSES! I’M GONNA HAVE NIGHTMARES NOW!” When you two get home he has you sprawled on the couch, legs wide open and next to his head as he harshly thrusts in and out of your soaking wet cunny. “Say my name baby…” He groans as he tosses his head back and releases his thick load into your warm pussy. Yeah tonight was gonna be a long night. Let’s just say you didn’t have nightmares that night, instead dreamt about jisung and how good he makes you feel.

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Impact play with Jisung

Han Jisung x afab!reader

word count:2,454

18+, MDNI!! smut below the cut

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fifth part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

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->SMUT WARNINGS: Subby jisung, dom reader, ball slapping, cock slapping, use of cock ring, edging, jisung is LEAKKYYY, so much drool, subspace, a few face slaps, degradation, edging, use of handcuffs, use of sex wax, begging, mention of safe word (but not used), finger sucking, reader is called 'mama' & 'miss', JISUNG COCK SQUIRTS cuz hehehe, reader is a meanie>:3

Jisung has obviously always been extremely into absolutely everything he can put his mind to, there is a very limited number of things he hasn't wanted to or hasn't already tried, most of it being with you, but somehow, the things you're doing right now, slipped both of your minds... until you did it on accident.

You've got Jisung handcuffed to the bedframe, arms on each side of his ears as you're straddling him, his naked cock hard against your inner thigh, not wanting to give him the small pleasure of having his cock pressed against your naked core because he would just start grinding against it & you can't be bothered with having to punish him because it takes so long to get the point across to his silly self.

You have him blindfolded & your worn panties are stuffed into his mouth as you're dripping the small remainder of the red wax onto his toned stomach, the honeyed skin getting red with the irritation of the heat of it as it drips onto him, his stomach lurching & him hissing through your lace panties, almost completely drool soaked by now.

"You're so good for me Sungie, is this gonna teach you to not try finger me while at dinner with your parents, hmm? Little perv." you purr to him & he instantly nods his head rapidly, his body squirming as the wax dries & you set the burnt out wick to the side, balancing on one knee to be able to reach.

As you do this however, when you try regain your balance on both knees, you misplace it & accidentally place all your weight on his balls & he lets out the highest screech you have ever heard leave his throat & you basically jump off him, reaching to pull the soaking fabric out of his mouth & moving the blindfold out of his face.

"Holy shit Sungie, are you okay?" you question, genuine worry in your voice as you look at his face, looking for a reaction, his poor big cheeks all red& his eyes slightly teary, the majority of them getting soaked up by the blindfold & his hands calming down from trying to break out from the handcuffs, his frame not spasming out from pain anymore.

He is flustered but doesn't speak, his 'words' just resulting in pathetic, embarrassed whimpers as his big glossy eyes stare at you. You take this as a negative response & you go to grab the small key to unlock his restraints when he puts his knees up, blocking you, & that's when you notice the wet patch on his stomach, his precum dripping into his pubes, making them sticky.

He rests his legs on either side of you, them spread as he has his feet planted on the floor & his cock twitches & he whimpers, half in nervousness but also half in shame & you know him well enough, especially when it comes to sex & you have no clue why he would be embarrassed about this, especially when you have done way more vulgar things.

"Did.. did you like that Sungie?" you question & he just whimpers, nibbling his spit covered bottom lip & he tries to hide his face in the side of his arm but your quick to lean over & grab his face by his pretty cheeks & you whip your hand off his left one, making his head sprint to look back up at you. "You not gonna talk, hmm?"

"Yes! L-like it." he stutters, his voice shaky & a small tear drips down his cheek & you chuckle before wiping it away with your thumb.

"Why are you crying, are you embarrassed? I never thought i'd see the day Sungie." you tease in a low voice as you pinch his cheek with your thumb & index finger, his eyes looking up at you with a glint in them.

"It is embarrassing! Do it again, p-please mama." he pleads, his voice high pitched as drool is falling from his mouth, making his chin shiny.

You smirk down at him as you pick up his now soaked with precum cock & squeeze your hand around it so tightly your knuckles turn a tiny bit white & Jisung scrunches his eyes as his legs, trying to shut them but can't because your leg is still placed between them & you pinch them as a non verbal way to tell him to stop what he is doing, & of course the good boy tries his best, not to much success but you let it slide.

You decide to spit down onto his cock, despite him clearly not needing it whatsoever & you jerk his poor, red, chubby cock in your clenched hand & the squeaks leaving his throat is unlike anything you've ever heard, high pitched 'aahhs!' & 'ahhngs!' filling more than just the bedroom at this point.

You continue this for only around thirty seconds before you stop jerking him but you keep holding onto him, but your other hand lands a harsh, quick slap to his cock head & he screams.

You bite your bottom lip, smirking at him as you land another two slaps to his cock, making sure to land on his tip, the ring on your index finger adding an extra sting.

"Y/- miss, balls, please! Kiss m-me" Jisung cries, arms pulling against the handcuffs holding him to the bed. You hum at his words, not verbally replying & you get off of him completely, letting go of his cock & you obviously watch his poor cock slap against his lower tummy, his cock so sensitive his own pubes irritating every part of it where they both make contact, his pubes completely soaked.

"Mama, cmon! Want you n-now!" he yelps to you, thrashing his legs around in distain as you plop yourself off the bed & open the bedside drawer & take out a small, black cock ring & as Jisung realises what you're holding, his eyes widen.

"Don't w-want that! want you!" he squeaks as you take your previous position, sitting on the backs of your legs, kneeling in between his open legs, Jisung having to move his feet that are planted to the bed to make enough space for you to comfortably sit there.

You grab at his member again & you give it another quick but harsh squeeze before you align the cock ring up with him & you roll it down his shaft & you squeeze it up, over & past his balls, it now resting just under his balls, the ring working instantly & the entire tightened skin completely red from the lack of blood flow, his balls looking almost ready to burst.

"Looks so painful Sungie, you're so weird for liking this, you know that?" you tease as you pinch at his balls, the skin getting even angrier, before you graze your nails down them, making his legs shake on either side of you, impossible for him to close them or push you away because of you sitting in the middle, much to your happiness.

"H-hurts, so sens-sensitive!" he cries out, his toes curling & his tongue lolling out his mouth, nibbling down on his now swollen bottom lip, his fully body tensing & clenching under your touches.

"You know the safe word if it's too much, tell me what it is baby, can you remember it?" you ask, trailing your fingertips up the underside of his base, the edge of your nails scratching his cock up & down, sending a stinging sensation through his body, his cock dribbling even more onto himself, but he pays no mind.

You reach forward & your hand connects with his face again & his eyes eventually focus on you, his pupils completely blown out, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his own spit because the poor thing just cannot keep his mouth closed for the life of him, his long black hair also now soggy from it.

"You not gonna talk? You poor little thing, are you still with me?" you speak up again, using the hand that isn't still causing his cock to jump & you pinch his tongue with your middle & index finger & pulling it a tiny bit before you shove the same fingers into his throat, fucking it with them & he sucks on them the best he can at the fast pace, gagging as your fingers go as deep as they can, spit escaping the outsides of his lips.

You pull your fingers out when Jisung is about to choke on his own drool & you wipe your fingers on his lips, if you didn't know better you'd say he had a really pretty lip gloss on.

"G'na cum, mis- Gonna c'm" he whimpers, his voice hoarse & his eyes just as glossy as his lips & you hum before leaning down & swirling your finger on the tip of his cock & you can tell by his body language that he is really pushing the edge & just before he is about to combust, you completely stop your actions & pull away.

Jisung cries at the loss of the touch, dying for absolutely anything, despite that the cock ring is so tight around him he thinks he could die, but he doesn't think about it for more than s second as he has to use all his brain power to actually listen to what you have to say.

"Anwer with words, Jisung." you remark, your voice sounding more serious & Jisung whimpers as his eyebrows furrow & he curls his head into his arm, trying to keep his brain switched on.

"Fluff! f-fluff to stop" he rasps, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to get you to keep going. "Wa-wanna cum mama, pu-pulease lemme" he begs, his eyes full of tears by this point.

"You think you can cum with a cock ring on? You really are a beg, you silly thing." you chuckle at him as you pick up his cock & you jerk him off as your fingers try fondle his balls despite them basically not being able to move before giving a small but venomous slap to them, making him hiss & groan each time you do so, Jisung tries his best to not thrust up into your hand, but he just cannot help it!

You can tell he is about to orgasm, despite him going non verbal by this point, & this is how you know he is in the fuzzy, warm feeling that is subspace & you can't help but feel proud that you've got him here, but you're also surprised he enjoys this so much to the point he's dropped this quickly.

The only sounds that are coming from him is small, more quiet 'mmhs', 'anghs' & you can swear you've heard a few 'mama's', 'y/nnie's' & 'more's' too & you would be lying if you said your cunt isn't quite literally dripping onto the bed sheets.

Jisung's angry, red balls pulsate visibly & not even a few seconds later, he cums ropes all over his tummy, the red wax now covered in a tiny white, sticky layer.

You look up at the poor boys face & his eyes are cross eyed at this point, barely even blinking, looking down at you, his tongue quite literally sticking out of his mouth.

You grind against the part of your leg that you're sitting on, trying to give yourself a small taste of anything since you know Jisung clearly won't be able to help you as you also decide that you wanna try push him more to the limit than you usually do, so you don't slow down.

You spit into your finger tips & you grab onto his slightly flaccid cock & you start fiddling & rubbing his tip at a rapid pace, massaging the few droplets of his own cum back into the skin of his tip along with your spit.

Jisung lurches forward as his eyes keep rolling backwards, his arms almost breaking the handcuffs with how much he is trying to move his hands to paw your own away, but to no result.

"You gonna do it for me Sungie? You gonna be my good boy, hmm? let go f'me" you purr to him, fondling his tip with four fingers & he just will not stop squeaking from overstimulation.

Jisung nods his head, gurgling out choked sobs & whimpers as his toes curl & his legs shut around you as much as they can, clenching so tight around you it hurts your arms & you would probably row at him for it but he has just been so good for you so you decide to allow him the small action.

"H-happening, t-too much" he squeaks & just as your brain processes what he just said, a small, almost completely clear stream spurts out his tip, soaking your fingers at the same time it sprays onto his honey skin & also onto the sheets beneath you.

Jisung is non stop squirming & almost folding in half as it finally stops, his entire body covered in his own sweat, his own drool, his own pre & cum, wax & now his own squirt.

You take a long look at him & you realise how fucked out he genuinely is, the poor chubby cheeked boy is broken by you & you feel beyond proud of yourself for getting him to this state, you know you need to get him cleaned up but you know he is even sensitive when in subspace & the last thing you wanna do is let him fall into sub drop so you decide to wriggle the black object that's torturing his cock by this point off of him before unlocking his handcuffs & his arms instantly flop on each side of him, his wrists now wrapped in a red ring from where the handcuffs have been digging into his skin throughout the scene.

You wriggle up beside him, his naked skin sticking to yours & you help manoeuvre him so he is lying in between your legs, his head resting on your chest as you play with his drenched hair as you wait for him to actually come back to you.

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Impact play with Jisung

Han Jisung x afab!reader

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->SMUT WARNINGS: Subby jisung, dom reader, ball slapping, cock slapping, use of cock ring, edging, jisung is LEAKKYYY, so much drool, subspace, a few face slaps, degradation, edging, use of handcuffs, use of sex wax, begging, mention of safe word (but not used), finger sucking, reader is called 'mama' & 'miss', JISUNG COCK SQUIRTS cuz hehehe, reader is a meanie>:3

Jisung has obviously always been extremely into absolutely everything he can put his mind to, there is a very limited number of things he hasn't wanted to or hasn't already tried, most of it being with you, but somehow, the things you're doing right now, slipped both of your minds... until you did it on accident.

You've got Jisung handcuffed to the bedframe, arms on each side of his ears as you're straddling him, his naked cock hard against your inner thigh, not wanting to give him the small pleasure of having his cock pressed against your naked core because he would just start grinding against it & you can't be bothered with having to punish him because it takes so long to get the point across to his silly self.

You have him blindfolded & your worn panties are stuffed into his mouth as you're dripping the small remainder of the red wax onto his toned stomach, the honeyed skin getting red with the irritation of the heat of it as it drips onto him, his stomach lurching & him hissing through your lace panties, almost completely drool soaked by now.

"You're so good for me Sungie, is this gonna teach you to not try finger me while at dinner with your parents, hmm? Little perv." you purr to him & he instantly nods his head rapidly, his body squirming as the wax dries & you set the burnt out wick to the side, balancing on one knee to be able to reach.

As you do this however, when you try regain your balance on both knees, you misplace it & accidentally place all your weight on his balls & he lets out the highest screech you have ever heard leave his throat & you basically jump off him, reaching to pull the soaking fabric out of his mouth & moving the blindfold out of his face.

"Holy shit Sungie, are you okay?" you question, genuine worry in your voice as you look at his face, looking for a reaction, his poor big cheeks all red& his eyes slightly teary, the majority of them getting soaked up by the blindfold & his hands calming down from trying to break out from the handcuffs, his frame not spasming out from pain anymore.

He is flustered but doesn't speak, his 'words' just resulting in pathetic, embarrassed whimpers as his big glossy eyes stare at you. You take this as a negative response & you go to grab the small key to unlock his restraints when he puts his knees up, blocking you, & that's when you notice the wet patch on his stomach, his precum dripping into his pubes, making them sticky.

He rests his legs on either side of you, them spread as he has his feet planted on the floor & his cock twitches & he whimpers, half in nervousness but also half in shame & you know him well enough, especially when it comes to sex & you have no clue why he would be embarrassed about this, especially when you have done way more vulgar things.

"Did.. did you like that Sungie?" you question & he just whimpers, nibbling his spit covered bottom lip & he tries to hide his face in the side of his arm but your quick to lean over & grab his face by his pretty cheeks & you whip your hand off his left one, making his head sprint to look back up at you. "You not gonna talk, hmm?"

"Yes! L-like it." he stutters, his voice shaky & a small tear drips down his cheek & you chuckle before wiping it away with your thumb.

"Why are you crying, are you embarrassed? I never thought i'd see the day Sungie." you tease in a low voice as you pinch his cheek with your thumb & index finger, his eyes looking up at you with a glint in them.

"It is embarrassing! Do it again, p-please mama." he pleads, his voice high pitched as drool is falling from his mouth, making his chin shiny.

You smirk down at him as you pick up his now soaked with precum cock & squeeze your hand around it so tightly your knuckles turn a tiny bit white & Jisung scrunches his eyes as his legs, trying to shut them but can't because your leg is still placed between them & you pinch them as a non verbal way to tell him to stop what he is doing, & of course the good boy tries his best, not to much success but you let it slide.

You decide to spit down onto his cock, despite him clearly not needing it whatsoever & you jerk his poor, red, chubby cock in your clenched hand & the squeaks leaving his throat is unlike anything you've ever heard, high pitched 'aahhs!' & 'ahhngs!' filling more than just the bedroom at this point.

You continue this for only around thirty seconds before you stop jerking him but you keep holding onto him, but your other hand lands a harsh, quick slap to his cock head & he screams.

You bite your bottom lip, smirking at him as you land another two slaps to his cock, making sure to land on his tip, the ring on your index finger adding an extra sting.

"Y/- miss, balls, please! Kiss m-me" Jisung cries, arms pulling against the handcuffs holding him to the bed. You hum at his words, not verbally replying & you get off of him completely, letting go of his cock & you obviously watch his poor cock slap against his lower tummy, his cock so sensitive his own pubes irritating every part of it where they both make contact, his pubes completely soaked.

"Mama, cmon! Want you n-now!" he yelps to you, thrashing his legs around in distain as you plop yourself off the bed & open the bedside drawer & take out a small, black cock ring & as Jisung realises what you're holding, his eyes widen.

"Don't w-want that! want you!" he squeaks as you take your previous position, sitting on the backs of your legs, kneeling in between his open legs, Jisung having to move his feet that are planted to the bed to make enough space for you to comfortably sit there.

You grab at his member again & you give it another quick but harsh squeeze before you align the cock ring up with him & you roll it down his shaft & you squeeze it up, over & past his balls, it now resting just under his balls, the ring working instantly & the entire tightened skin completely red from the lack of blood flow, his balls looking almost ready to burst.

"Looks so painful Sungie, you're so weird for liking this, you know that?" you tease as you pinch at his balls, the skin getting even angrier, before you graze your nails down them, making his legs shake on either side of you, impossible for him to close them or push you away because of you sitting in the middle, much to your happiness.

"H-hurts, so sens-sensitive!" he cries out, his toes curling & his tongue lolling out his mouth, nibbling down on his now swollen bottom lip, his fully body tensing & clenching under your touches.

"You know the safe word if it's too much, tell me what it is baby, can you remember it?" you ask, trailing your fingertips up the underside of his base, the edge of your nails scratching his cock up & down, sending a stinging sensation through his body, his cock dribbling even more onto himself, but he pays no mind.

You reach forward & your hand connects with his face again & his eyes eventually focus on you, his pupils completely blown out, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his own spit because the poor thing just cannot keep his mouth closed for the life of him, his long black hair also now soggy from it.

"You not gonna talk? You poor little thing, are you still with me?" you speak up again, using the hand that isn't still causing his cock to jump & you pinch his tongue with your middle & index finger & pulling it a tiny bit before you shove the same fingers into his throat, fucking it with them & he sucks on them the best he can at the fast pace, gagging as your fingers go as deep as they can, spit escaping the outsides of his lips.

You pull your fingers out when Jisung is about to choke on his own drool & you wipe your fingers on his lips, if you didn't know better you'd say he had a really pretty lip gloss on.

"G'na cum, mis- Gonna c'm" he whimpers, his voice hoarse & his eyes just as glossy as his lips & you hum before leaning down & swirling your finger on the tip of his cock & you can tell by his body language that he is really pushing the edge & just before he is about to combust, you completely stop your actions & pull away.

Jisung cries at the loss of the touch, dying for absolutely anything, despite that the cock ring is so tight around him he thinks he could die, but he doesn't think about it for more than s second as he has to use all his brain power to actually listen to what you have to say.

"Anwer with words, Jisung." you remark, your voice sounding more serious & Jisung whimpers as his eyebrows furrow & he curls his head into his arm, trying to keep his brain switched on.

"Fluff! f-fluff to stop" he rasps, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to get you to keep going. "Wa-wanna cum mama, pu-pulease lemme" he begs, his eyes full of tears by this point.

"You think you can cum with a cock ring on? You really are a beg, you silly thing." you chuckle at him as you pick up his cock & you jerk him off as your fingers try fondle his balls despite them basically not being able to move before giving a small but venomous slap to them, making him hiss & groan each time you do so, Jisung tries his best to not thrust up into your hand, but he just cannot help it!

You can tell he is about to orgasm, despite him going non verbal by this point, & this is how you know he is in the fuzzy, warm feeling that is subspace & you can't help but feel proud that you've got him here, but you're also surprised he enjoys this so much to the point he's dropped this quickly.

The only sounds that are coming from him is small, more quiet 'mmhs', 'anghs' & you can swear you've heard a few 'mama's', 'y/nnie's' & 'more's' too & you would be lying if you said your cunt isn't quite literally dripping onto the bed sheets.

Jisung's angry, red balls pulsate visibly & not even a few seconds later, he cums ropes all over his tummy, the red wax now covered in a tiny white, sticky layer.

You look up at the poor boys face & his eyes are cross eyed at this point, barely even blinking, looking down at you, his tongue quite literally sticking out of his mouth.

You grind against the part of your leg that you're sitting on, trying to give yourself a small taste of anything since you know Jisung clearly won't be able to help you as you also decide that you wanna try push him more to the limit than you usually do, so you don't slow down.

You spit into your finger tips & you grab onto his slightly flaccid cock & you start fiddling & rubbing his tip at a rapid pace, massaging the few droplets of his own cum back into the skin of his tip along with your spit.

Jisung lurches forward as his eyes keep rolling backwards, his arms almost breaking the handcuffs with how much he is trying to move his hands to paw your own away, but to no result.

"You gonna do it for me Sungie? You gonna be my good boy, hmm? let go f'me" you purr to him, fondling his tip with four fingers & he just will not stop squeaking from overstimulation.

Jisung nods his head, gurgling out choked sobs & whimpers as his toes curl & his legs shut around you as much as they can, clenching so tight around you it hurts your arms & you would probably row at him for it but he has just been so good for you so you decide to allow him the small action.

"H-happening, t-too much" he squeaks & just as your brain processes what he just said, a small, almost completely clear stream spurts out his tip, soaking your fingers at the same time it sprays onto his honey skin & also onto the sheets beneath you.

Jisung is non stop squirming & almost folding in half as it finally stops, his entire body covered in his own sweat, his own drool, his own pre & cum, wax & now his own squirt.

You take a long look at him & you realise how fucked out he genuinely is, the poor chubby cheeked boy is broken by you & you feel beyond proud of yourself for getting him to this state, you know you need to get him cleaned up but you know he is even sensitive when in subspace & the last thing you wanna do is let him fall into sub drop so you decide to wriggle the black object that's torturing his cock by this point off of him before unlocking his handcuffs & his arms instantly flop on each side of him, his wrists now wrapped in a red ring from where the handcuffs have been digging into his skin throughout the scene.

You wriggle up beside him, his naked skin sticking to yours & you help manoeuvre him so he is lying in between your legs, his head resting on your chest as you play with his drenched hair as you wait for him to actually come back to you.

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remii ive been THINKING lately......................... You and jisung at a gathering and he gets so overwhelmed both of you lock yourselves in the bathroom so that he can relax 💔 my poor babyyyy

But then he looks up at you with those angelic eyes and brings up his hand to toy with the hem of ur waistband AND AND brings his other hand to grip ur waist and looks back up at you with that same stare and like pulls u to him and he's face to face with ur tummy just below ur belly button ANDDDDD snuggles right there and yeah and starts PLEADING to eat u out because that shit makes him extremely relaxed so u he does it as ur fingers play with his hair oh my godddd im so whipped for him these days

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You've just lured Han to Chan's dorm bathroom after you could tell your poor boyfriends social battery was running low especially with Jeongin teasing him & Hyunjin taking it upon himself to ruffle his hair just seconds after he puts his grey beanie back on

"We can go home if you want Sungie, I can just say I vomited or something so they won't question us leaving!" you lightly joke, softly giggling to him but he doesn't verbally respond, instead just walking your frame backwards until your behind hits against the sink & granite counter before he nestles his face in your neck, murmuring to himself.

You try make out what he is trying or what you think he is trying to say, but your question is pretty much answered before you even ask it as you feel his slightly chubby fingers trying to dig their way past your denim shorts & into your panties.

"Sungie, not when your members are right down the hall" you murmur, not any discipline in your voice at all as you do nothing to stop him, your legs parting a smidge to try give him better access.

"Just wanna taste you, please just lemme eat you out, I'll feel way better I swear" he whimpers, looking up at you as he slides down until his knees hit the floor, face level with your lower tummy, his boba eyes shiny as he is already undoing the button on your shorts, shuffling them down your legs & you subconsciously help him, pretty much forgetting what you had quite literally just said.

"Won't get caught, I'll be quick, promise!" he whimpers as he lets you swing a leg onto his shoulder, your shorts & you random white underwear with the writing 'wednesday' written on it which you usually use as period underwear, which of course, Jisung also finds oddly attractive.

"Sungie we only have like five minutes, if you're too loud I'll pull you away" you tease looking down at him, his eyes not looking back up at you as he is too busy admiring your cunt, spreading your folds in a 'V' shape before digging in, not wasting any time in trying to tease you & all of the drool that was pooling up in his mouth is transferred onto your already wet folds, kissing your folds before instantly wrapping his puffy lips around your clit & you throw your head back.

He is swirling his tongue around your clit as his lips are engulfing the button & he is quick to bring two fingers to your folds & he spreads your wetness for a quick second before he slips two into you, setting a quick pace the second you stop clenching from the intrusion & your fingers weave into his hair & you can't help but tug on it, dying for even more than he is already doing despite it pretty much not being possible but it just feels too good.

Jisung is groaning & whimpering at your taste & he brings his other hand & starts palming himself over his sweatpants & you can't help but let out small whimpers, trying to hold your breath to stop any louder sounds escaping your lips but the sound of his tongue & fingers glued to your pussy are making squelching noises that can probably be heard by anyone if they were to walk past.

"Sungie, right there, gonna cum" you rasp, using your strength to force yourself o loom down at him, his gorgeous eyes already looking right up at you & as you both make eye contact, you can feel him smirking around you as his fingers speed up on his motion & you can't stop yourself from cumming right then & there, the ecstasy shooting up your spine as the leg you're using to stand almost gives out.

Jisung lets you come down from your high before standing up & you're quick to lean in & kiss him, tasting yourself. "We actually do need to go now so I'll take you up on what you said before, I came in my fucking pants" he chuckles before helping you fix your hair, both of you giggling like children.

Cuckolding with Bangchan.

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Chan makes quick work of shoving jisung into yours & his shared bedroom as he holds you around the waist with his other arm, smirking as your boyfriend ushers himself to the small two in one bedroom automin that is usually sitting at the bottom of the bed but had been pushed away from it not too long before Chan arrived at the house, to give Jisung a better view.

Chan carefully tosses you onto the bed & your legs open so he can settle himself between them, your clothed chests connecting as he chuckles down at your lust fuelled eyes before his plump, pink tinted lips connect with yours, the kiss being surprisingly soft.

Without breaking away from him, you start pawing at his belt, fingers struggling but eventually removing the belt from around his lower waist, his baggy jeans slipping down his skin slightly & he hums into you.

"You're desperate aren't you, you're really that excited to embarrass your boyfriend hmm? Is he not good enough at fucking you, too whiny?" Chan purrs as he uses this time to take his shirt off, his solid abs now on show & you don't even need to look over to know your boyfriend is probably ogling even more than you are, & your drool is about to overflow from your mouth, so it's saying a lot.

You giggle as you follow his frame upwards, your face level with his tummy just above his belly button & before you can use the chance to start kissing him along the skin, he is pulling your own top off, smiling more so to himself when your bare chest is exposed, no bra in sight.

"I'll be able to give you an answer if you show me what's under your boxers" you chuckle as your hand takes its self & rests on his already rock hard cock & his stomach muscles tense below your touch.

"Should I get you to take it off Jisung? Do you not wanna see what your girlfriend is about to be choking on?" Chan remarks, a hint of venom in his voice which makes both you & your boyfriend whine, probably not for the opposite reasons.

Jisung just stares at you both, his eyes glossy & wide open, but he doesn't respond & you can't help but chuckle as you take this time to pull his underwear down just enough to let his cock spring free & you audibly whimper at the sight, the tip already leaking from his thick, red tip & the veins running through his base makes your eyes flutter as you look up at him, already dying for a taste.

You wrap your hand around his thick base, making him turn his attention back from your boyfriend to you & his eyes are pretty much glowing while looking down at you, before he decides to reposition you both, so he is now sitting on the bed & you shuffle down so you're down on your knees, the burn of the carpet scratching & digging into your knees being mentally discarded, your focus elsewhere.

Chan is nibbling on his bottom lip in the most delicious looking way, smirking as he does so. He scoops your hair into a ponytail & holds it with one hand as his other hand is holding his bodyweight up & you grab his base again, letting spit fall from your lips onto his leaky head before you use your thumb to mix it together.

"Don't tease me y/n, you wouldn't like it if i did that to ya." he purrs, lightly pushing your head as a way to tell you to 'get a move on & you don't have even an ounce of self control a you do what he says, your mouth parting as your tongue sticks out to swirl against his tip before your lips engulf his tip, his salty taste making you hum around him.

Your boyfriend sitting at the other end of the room isn't even crossing your mind at the moment, you honestly don't even remember he is there until you hear him whimpering.. the same way when he is jerking off but without you even having to say anything, the man you're sucking on beats you to it.

"Don't even think about touching yourself, it's not for you to enjoy, You really get hot & flustered & even horny when your girlfriend is sucking my dick? You're a freak. Do you ever suck him off like this?" He turns his head back to you, his hand pulling your hair off his cock, which you've already made work on inching more of his length into your mouth, spit connecting your lips & his cock together despite not physically touching it anymore.

"Never, cums too quick" you half lie, because poor Jisung does cum quick when you suck him off, but you do suck on him like this, but what Chan doesn't know won't hurt him.

Chan tongues his cheek as he gives a cheeky smile. "Good girl f'me, go on." he groans as he pushes your head back onto his length & you can feel your wetness seeping through your clothes.

You bring your hand that isn't jerking off his the part of the base that there's no way you'd be able to fit in your mouth, up to his full balls & you roll them in your fingertips & Chan lets out an animalistic groan as his hips jerk up into your mouth, making you gag around him, but you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to with his hand that's still wrapped around in your hair keeping you in place as he starts to fuck himself into your hot mouth.

Spit is now dripping so much from your mouth to the point it's coating not only your hand but also his trimmed pubes & with the aggression he is fucking up into you, you can't do anything other than try stick your tongue out as you try let your jaw slack & you swallow around him, making him hiss & moan, which makes you whine around him which sends vibrations through his spine & he forces your head off of him so quickly it almost gives you whiplash.

"Can't let myself cum in your mouth without giving him a show." he says, a lot more breathless & a bit less put together now that you'd almost just sucked his soul out of his body.

"You gonna fuck me now channie? please fuck me." you whimper, teasing him with lust in your eyes as you climb up his frame, pushing him down so he's laying completely flat as you crawl up him, drool still over your chin & cheeks with your lips a darker shade & also now swollen, Chan wishes he could take a photo of how good you looked right now.

Chan doesn't say anything back but he doesn't waste any time in throwing your trousers off your body before he manhandles you onto your hands & knees, looking right at Jisung, who is trying to discreetly jerk up into the air to get any sort of friction, but stops once he actually realises you're both looking back at him, a few tears staining his cheeks as his eyes threaten to leak more.

You arch your back that bit extra for him as you rest your body on your forearms, your ass completely on display not just for Chan but also for Jisung & you give him a small show by shaking it, giggling to yourself as Chan aligns himself up with you.

"You're such a tease, y'know that? Don't look away from him, need him to see it all." he groans to you as he spits down onto his cock, pumping it a couple of times before he pushes in, knowing he didn't even need to prep you when he seen the gusset of your panties literally soaked.

"F-fuck Channie, you're so big, so full" you whimper as your eyes temporarily close, basking in the feeling & you swear you can feel him throb inside you at the words.

"Yeah? Better than him, hmm?" he speaks cheekily from behind you as he slowly retracts his hips before thrusting back into you, making your breath catch in your throat.

"Yes, so much bigger- so good!" you squeak as he sets a fast pace right off the bat the second he feels as if you've adjusted enough to be able to handle it & the noises you let out are almost deafening, the sounds of your cunt squelching around him almost being unheard.

You flop yourself forward by letting your arms flop in front of you, so close to being able to touch Jisung & he has to try his absolute hardest to not reach out & take them.

Chan is having none of this however & leans forward enough so he can grab your shoulders before he pulls you back so you're bodyweight is being held by his hands, & then his arm as he shifts his strength to just his left arm as he wraps it around your neck, his hips picking up that tiny bit extra, making your brain melt, your eyes trying to focus on Jisung at the bottom of the bed, his own eyes glued to your cunt, watching it swallow his own friends cock.

"Tell him how good it feels, He doesn't deserve this pussy, s-too tight" he chuckle into your ear before biting down on your earlobe, his fingers moving up to push themselves into your mouth, your throat automatically opening for them.

"S-so good, wanna cum f-f'you" you squeal as the new position along with him changing the angle of his hips ever so slightly, now making you see stars & Chan uses the new position he's holding you in to reach down & play with your clit in a fast motion, making you buck your hips.

"Tell him h-how much better I am tha-than him, cum f'me" he groans into you, trying to hold back his own orgasm which is threatening to explode, his cock pulsating inside you, which is making your brain dissolve.

"Ji-jisung, you cou-could never fuck me l-like this, gonna cum on ano-ther man's cock" you breathlessly chuckle, your nails digging into his arm as your eyes roll to the back of your head & your orgasm hits you, shooting from you & you constrict so much that Chan is forced to pull out of you, resorting to keep his hand on your clit, spreading your release all over the bed & also his fingers as he grinds his wet cock in between your thighs.

You feel your release bubbling away after what feels like forever & Chan lays you on your back, Jisung getting a side view of you & also his friend as he settles himself between your legs, jerking himself off.

"Cum for me Channie, all o-over me" you squeak to him, & he lets out a higher moan at the nickname & he throws his head back in pleasure.

"Yeah? Want me to stain you with my cum? shit, it's coming, you watching Jisung?" he cheekily whines, not bothering to look over at the man he's talking to as his orgasm shoots from him, landing in thick ropes on your tummy & even a few bits landing just below & on your tits & you moan as he does this to encourage even the tiniest bit more cum to come from him, also using it an opportunity to spur Jisung on that little bit more.

Chan looks over at Jisung once his own high settles down, & he chuckles which makes you look over & it doesn't take much looking to see the huge wet patch in his sweatpants, cumming untouched.

"You really enjoyed it Sungie? C'mere & you can lick my cum from her" Chan chuckles & Jisung wastes no more than a second before sprinting to the bed, pushing Chan out of the way to do as he said.

->This is my first day of kinktober & i hope you liked this hehehe!! i’ve stockpiled most of my days so they will be published on time but university is DROWNING ME RIGHT NOW so the very last couple of days might be a little delayed but i’ll try x

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Han Jisung x reader (Y/N)

'You know that Jennie alreaddy found her soulmate?'

'How is that possible?!'

'I don't know.'

'I am looking for mine, for the past year. The past YEAR!'

'You will find your soulmate, i promise. Just take a chill pill.'

'You are easy talking Ashly. You alreaddy found yours.'

'Hey, i just got lucky.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'Cmon have some hope.'

'Yeah, like i still have that.'

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You were sitting in the back row. Your books placed in a very particular way. Your professor was sitting at his desk, sipping from his coffee.

Actually he was sipping way to loudly, it annoyed you. You saw other students started to come inside.

Suddenly you saw somebody. You never saw him here before. Maybe a new student? Could be? He turned his head around and immediatly saw you.

Your eyes connected like magnets, you couldn't let go off his eyes. He stared into your soul, you kinda liked it.

He came up to the back room and sat next to you.

Your body shivered, and your two body's wanted to touch eachother. There was like a sort of power field which tried to connect you two. The weird tense between you two started to grow. Your hand tried to reach out for his, but you controlled it.

'I am Y/N.' you suddenly said. 'And you are?'

In your mind, a little voice said: Han.

'I am Han, Han Jisung.'

That was problaby a lucky guess of yours.

'Cool name.' you smiled.

'Are you new here?'

'Yes, i am.'

'You know people here?'

'No, not really.'

'You can stick with me, like a magnet. If you want to ofcourse...'

'Sure, thank you Y/N.' you both smiled at eachother.

When the less started, you couldn't keep your hands away from him. One moment, you felt his hand next to yours. One time he suddenly grabbed your hand.

After 30 minutes he realised he was holding your hand.

'I am sorry.' he whispered.

'Its okay.' you winked.

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You two became close friends, because there was this weird tense between you two. It was easier to connect because of it. You both also had a sense of humor. A match-made in heaven you can say.

In the past week, weird situations happend. Let me explain...

It was very strange, when you felt pain, he also did. You felt joy, he was happy. You were secretly crying in your dorm, his eyes were red. It was very very strange, but you never thought something about it, untill now...

Today you were chilling with Lee Know and Changbin. Just watching a movie, eating some popcorn. Very unhealthy, but what does it matter?

'I don't get it, why are people in horror movies always so stupid.' Lee Know complained.

'Appartently, they like to die.'

'I would fight them, but nobody would harm me, mister cutie pie.'

you and Lee Know rolled your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'I will open.'

'Okay.' Changbin said with a moutfull of popcorn.

You went to the door and opened it. By your susprise, you saw Han standing there. In a green sweater. h

'Oh hey Han. Watcha doing?'

'I am bored, can i stay with you?'

'Yeah sure, but you problaby mean me, Changbin and Lee Know.'

'They are here?"

'Yeah we watching a scary movie!'

'Cool!' he jumped in excitement.

You laughed, because it was kinda... cute...

You were sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Lee Know was getting more snacks because Changbin ate them all. You saw Han sitting on the cold floor.

'You can sit with me.'

'Hey psst, Han!'

'Yeah, sorry what did you say?'

'You can sit next to me. Under the warm blanket!'

'You don't need to- you know nevermind.' he jumped into the couch under the blankets.

'This blanket is so soft!' he says stunned.

'I have two of them!'

'Really?! Gimme it!'

'Here catch!' you threw it in his face, kind of.

'Thank you.'

All four of you were watching the scary movie. As always Lee Know complained about the tiny little stuff. Changbin stared with big eyes. You and Han were very close to eachother. Just staring open-mouthed towards the screen.

Suddenly you both got a jumpscare of the sudden scene. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. The warmth of his body made you calm. You observed his facial features. His eyes were so beautifull and his lips so full. You wondered how they felt... were they soft?

Were his hands soft? On your body.... you gasped of the thoughts. Slapping your face.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing, nothing. I am just *yawn* so tired. I am going to mine bed, y'all can watch the movie further.'

'Oww... you sure?'

'I am sure. Goodnight you three.'

You never had such dirty thoughts...

You layed down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes had passed and you wanted to go back... back to Han... Hannie.

You looked at your door, wanting to go back into his arms. You missed his warmth.

You stood up and walked over towards your door. You opened it and bumped into someone. You looked up and saw two beautifull brown eyes staring at you.

'Han, what are you doing here?' you asked. Your hands placed on his chest.

'Your eyes are beautifull.'

'What?'

'Nothing.. Can i come in?'

'Sure sure.' you smiled

'Wow your bed is big!'

'Yeah.'

He ran and jumped into it.

'So soft.'

you giggled.

'Come lay next to me.'

you ran and jumped into the blankets.

You layed on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. You could feel Han's movements next to you. Suddenly he placed his head in his hand and looked at you. You noticed his eyes on your body.

'What are you looking at?'

He came closer to you . You felt his breath against your cheek.

You observed his lips. Looking from his eyes towards his lips. Maybe he will understand the hint. Your hands wandering on his chest.

His face was maybe a inch away from yours. His hands on your waist.

You cupped his face and brought your two lips together. Melting away from the taste of his tongue. The kiss was firm and soft, but it started to get more sloppy and wild. You wanted him here, right now. Not wanting to waste any time.

'Gosh Y/N, i cannot stop touching you.' he said.

His hands cupping your cheek. Looking through your eyes like its nothing. The connection between you two was so strong, you couldn't understand.

He connected his lips with your again, this time a bit roughly but still soft. His hands on your waist and your hands embracing his neck. Your tongues swirling together. Your hands wandering under his shirt to feel his muscels.

You heard his whimpers when your touched his tummy. It felt weird to have so much power. His hands interwined with yours and he pinned you against the matress. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He founded your little moans adorable.

With one of his hands he pinned both of your arms on the matress, but the other one started to reach under. His hand found a way in your panties. Your fold were alreaddy wet of his touch and feeling.

'Oh baby, baby alreaddy so wet for me.' his finger slipping in your folds. You could feel his bulge grinding against your pussy.

'Oh Hannie.' you moaned into his mouth. Gripping into his arms. Suddenly he started to play with your clit much faster than you exspected. Your back arched and moans escaped from your mouth.

'I-i am ab-bout to-.' suddenly he stopped.

'I want you to cum all over mine cock baby.' your hands reached over to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible and pulling his pants and underpants down. His cock was big, but like big big. He threw his shirt to the ground. Your eyes were fixated towards his tiny waist.

He took his hard lenght towards you entrance. Sliding into you with a groan. His hands pining yours again on the matress. You let out a moan because of the stretch.

'S-so tight baby.' he groaned. He started to pump into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact. He loved your bright red cheeks. You looked so adorable under him. Overwhelming with pleasure. Your brain couldn't think straight anymore.

He pace started to get a bit faster. His kisses were this time sloppy but still you enjoyed it. His wet hair strands were tickling your face. He started to pump faster and faster into you. Your hands went into his hair.

'Oh, hannie, i-i can'-t.' your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your tongue sticking out of your mouth like a puppy. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, while he pumped into you.

'D-darling, y-you are doing so great.' his attention only focusing on you. His eyes were so beautifull. His sweatty body on yours. You let your arm hang and started to rub against your own clit. The feeling was so overwhelming that you cummed without any warning.

He stayed pumping into you untill he came with a big groan.

He gave you a sloppy kiss again. His hands embracing your body. You could feel his warmth, you could smell his perfume. After he cleaned you up and himself.

You hugged into the crook of his neck, you both decided to stay naked. To feel eachothers body completly.

'I love you baby, so much.' he whispered.

'I love you more.' you kissed his cheek. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Both willing to stay like this forever.

Forever, together.

Nothing would seperate you two.

Cupido would take care of that.

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《This is not a massage, right》

[Skz Han, R18 oneshot]

Pairing:  Han x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Your closest friend, Han, had not contacted you for a few months. You guys rarely saw each other in school anymore due to his hectic idol schedule. To take matters into your own hands, you had taken the initiative to set a day to meet.

"Hello!" The familiar face that you hadn't seen for a few months finally appeared. It'd been a long time since the last time he was in your room. To hang out together. (Aah, how nostalgic.)

"You said you were going to give me a massage today, didn't you? I've been a little tired today, so I'm really happy today." Han spoke with sparkles in his eyes as he headed to your bed. There was a large towel spread over the bed and a bottle of lotion by the bed. He proceeded to take off his clothing one by one. His sweater, his jeans then his top. You couldn't help to stare at his toned abs. His body wasn't the best among all idols but had what it takes to make someone feel the urge to touch it.

Han could feel you staring very hard at his body even without looking. He chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe, y/n can you don't stare so hard? You're making me feel embarrassed." His comment snapped you back to reality. You quickly opened the cap of the bottle of lotion and tapped the towel to signal for Han to lie down.

Subsequently, you poured the warm lotion generously onto your hands and began to proceed slowly down his back, using your thumbs to knead the knots from his shoulder blades. Afterwards, you continued on to his legs, rubbing deeply into his highs and down his calves, applying pressure to soothe away the stress in his muscles. "Ah, it...tickles. It feels strange yet it feels good too." His muscles began to relax, becoming less tense. He soaked in every sensation and exclaimed, "Aah, this feels amazing. How are you so good at this? You should be a professional!" His compliment was making you blush deeply. As if to hide your embarrassment, you diverted his attention elsewhere by asking him about his work.

"How's work lately?"

"Mostly good. My group is planning a comeback soon and I'm in charge of the lyrics writing. But it's been weeks and no creative idea has popped up. Wonder if I will even make it for the deadline." Han said irritated.

"I'm sure your fans will understand. They can wait." You grinned, hoping to cheer him up.

"Ye...after all the time they waited, only for me to fail their expectations." He sighed. Your heart throbbed in pain. You hated seeing your closest friend of 16 years like that. 99% of the time he is similar to a ray of sunshine, bright and positive. The other 1% however how small can come out and break him apart when he is in a hard time producing music or when something unexpected happens.

"Don't worry too much. Just relax. That's why I'm here to give you a message." You moved to hover on top of Han and gently rubbed the warm lotion on his stomach, eliciting a low moan from him. You raised your eyebrows. (That sounds so erotic.) As your worked his chest and moved up to his nipples, he got louder. The sounds were going straight to your core, making you wet behind the flimsy material of your panties.

"T-those are my nipples. You don't need to massage there." Han's remark only made the rubbing more intense.

"Don't rub them like that." Your fingers smoothly graced his nipple bud. The sheer pleasure was intense. He began to bite on the towel in unadulterated pleasure as you began to increase your pace. Your repeated stroking and rubbing motion is causing his mind to spin rapidly.

Han muttered to himself, "I'm getting excited...I'm starting to have inappropriate thoughts." You saw a bulge forming under his boxers and teased him for it.

"Why is this so big? Because...you are touching me in an erotic way." Han felt a wave of pleasure rush over him while you began to kiss his neck and then without warning, taking him by surprise and taking his lips.

"Mmm...mm...MMMM!!!" You rest one hand on Han's cheek and attempted to kiss him passionately. You slowly slid your tongue into his mouth, placing it above his tongue, then escalated into moving it around his tongue. You swirled your tongue with Han's, catching him off guard. Han did not expect you to be so bold and pulled back with a trace of saliva connecting to your mouth.

"Thanks for the kiss, Han." You cooed.

"It's all your fault. Now I'm feeling so horny." Han pouted. A smirk creeped onto your face as you noted, "Leave everything to me. I'll help you to release." You slipped Han's boxers off with your mouth and bit your lower lip at the sight of some precum gathered at the tip of his length.

"This is not a massage, right?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you.

"“It is. I have to massage your baby boy too.” You laughed as he made a face at your terrible joke.

You parted your underwear to the left, then thrusted your pussy towards his cock easily, Han let out a moan as you began to move. It started off slow, but soon he was grabbing you, pulling you to him and demanding you go faster, push harder.

He grabbed your shoulders for stability and thrusted with all his might as he pushed his head down to yours. He gasped as he squirted his release all over you. He pushed harder against you to draw out his orgasm. "Y/n y/n aah, I'm coming...it's coming out..." He was crying out your name with every thrust as he came in wave after wave of bliss.

"Hah, I-I need a break," he withdrew his cock from your pussy, sank back onto the bed and panted to catch his breath. However, you wanted to go one more round. You pushed yourself down on his cock, the tip nudging at your deepest part, the sensation was overwhelming.

"Y-y/n wait wait, I'm too sensitive right now!" Han pleaded to you but to no avail. "I have been holding back, now it's my turn to come!" You were too immersed in trying to reach your orgasm. Soon, Han felt himself get close and braced himself as his orgasm flooded his body with pleasure. He grunted as he poured himself into you with each pulse of his cock. As he delivered some feather light kisses on your nape and continuously thrusted his hardened cock inside you, you felt an enormous incoming orgasm, it was long overdue, you didn't know if you could last, the intensity was incredible. 

Closing your eyes and moving your head back in delight, the earth shattering orgasm made you tingle from the inside out, the overpowering rush beginning at the tip of his cock pulsated right through your body. You whimpered in pleasure and allowed the adrenaline rush to recede. Flushed and breathless, you twisted your body around and faced Han.

"Did I manage to ease your tiredness?"

'Stupid y/n! I feel even more tired!"

~The end~

Give You The Best Years - Han Jisung

Synopsis: If there was one thing that Han couldn't stand, it was watching you throw away your potential. He believed you deserved everything and so much more, and he wanted to be the one that gives it to you. After being silent for so long, he wasn't going to waste another moment.

Pairing: non-idol! Han Jisung x reader

Genre: Angst - Han watching you be in love with someone else, childhood friends to lovers, proposal

Word Count: 2.9k

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It was a typical Saturday night for your friend group. You were doing some barhopping in the neighborhood, meeting up after work to forget about all about the stresses. The only difference tonight was that you decided to invite your significant other.

You've introduced him to your friends who all seem to love him. You didn't see it as a big deal, but to Han, it was making his skin itch. Why were you so insistent on bringing him around? It was supposed to be friends hanging out, not friends and their partners.

At the moment, Han was watching the two of you. Your partner had their arm around your waist, his hand slipped into the back pocket of your denim jeans. You had your head on his shoulder as you two were both up at the bar, getting another round of drinks.

"Uh oh, Han's getting jealousy," Lee Know commented.

Han snapped his head over towards his best friend, eyes glaring. "I am not," he pouted.

"Han, we've been friends for like what? 10 years now? I think we all know when you're lying," Chan said, a hand resting on his shoulder. "I just don't get what y/n sees in him!"

It was no secret to his friend group that Han had feelings for you. Well, it wasn't a secret to everyone besides you. You seem to have always viewed Han as your best friend, your ride or die. The two of you have been inseparable since graduating high school together. Regardless if you lived close or far away, you two kept each other in the loop on everything.

When you got the opportunity to move to Korea for a job, Han was over the moon. He never considered long distance before, which is why he never asked you out before. But if you were going to be living in the same country at least, it was a sign that now would be a chance.

Little did Han know you were bringing along a boy with you. To say he was hurt that you never talked about this mystery guy before would be an understatement. He thought you guys were best friends. Why keep him such a secret? It was later revealed that you were actually moving to Korea to be with this guy who got a transfer to a position in Seoul. You found a job so you could continue seeing him.

Of course, Han was also happy to have you closer to him. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you have chosen to move to Korea to be closer to the people that love you? To be with him? Not some random guy you met who knows where.

A sharp elbow to the side brought Han back to reactive. He opened his mouth to shout but Felix quickly nodded his head over towards you and your partner walking back to the group. He ran a hand through his hair before putting on his signature smile. Play it cool.

It broke his heart to see how you smiled at your boyfriend. That should be me. Your boyfriend set our drinks down as you slid your purse off from around your body.

"Baby, can you watch my stuff? I want to run to the bathroom." I could watch her belongings a lot better than him. "Of course I can. Hurry back," he chuckled.

You also laughed before leaning down, pressing yet another lingering kiss against his cheek. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

Han and your boyfriend's eyes watched as you turned and walked away towards the back of the bar. Han, on the other hand, quickly looked away before your boyfriend noticed. While he wanted to prove that he was the better option for you, he didn't want to ruin the evening.

Once you were out of sight, your boyfriend turned towards the group. He wore a wide grin on his lips. It made Han apprehensive. Something was going on, and Han didn't like it. "Can I get your opinion on something? Y'all know y/n the best. I just wanna know if this is a good idea or not," he began.

Even though there was music pumping in the club, the world fell silent. All eyes were on your boyfriend as he sat up, reaching for something in his pocket. Changbin and Chris glanced at Han every now and then, trying to gauge his reaction. Yet. nobody could have prepared them for what was going to happen.

Your boyfriend pulled out a black velvet box. Slowly opening it, he revealed a gorgeous diamond ring with a silver band. Han's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and shattered into a million pieces.

"Do you think y/n will like it? I can go exchange it for a different ring," your boyfriend explained.

Han's world was coming to a halt. He didn't know how to feel or what to even think. It was as if you were slipping through his fingers. He felt lightheaded as a cold shiver ran down his spine. "I think she's going to love it," Chris admitted.

Han wanted to snap his head over at his friend. Has Chris lost his mind? All the guys began to nod in agreement. They all seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Your boyfriend was nervously biting his lip, both because of the subtle announcement but also wanting to get approval from your closest friends. Especially Han.

"Han?" Your boyfriend called out. "Mate, is this good for her? I don't want to mess this up."

Forcing a smile, he nodded his head. "Oh yeah, I um think she's going to love it." And you will. It looked exactly like the wedding rings you used to cut out from magazines for your vision boards. It just pained him that it wasn't coming from him, it was going to be an engagement from something else.

Now satisfied, your boyfriend or I guess soon-to-be-fiancé slipped the engagement ring back into his jeans pocket. He didn't want to risk even you getting a hint of what was to come. "Thanks guys! I think I'm going to ask her next week. I'm still working out the details, but figured you should be the first to know."

This was it. This was how Han was going to die. He was going to fall victim to death by a broken heart.

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It's been a week since your boyfriend dropped the bombshell. Every day, Han waited in anxiety for when you'd FaceTime him to share the good news. Or at least, it was good news for you.

He was currently laying in his bedroom. The boys have been trying desperately to get Han to leave his bedroom. Yet, he refused. He didn't want to be active in a. world where the chance of you two getting together was non-existent. He wasted so much time trying to wait for the perfect moment to confess his feelings to you that he ran out of time. He was beating himself up about it.

His gaze was fixated on the ceiling as he held a pillow close to his chest. The reality of the circumstances was setting into his soul. He felt like he was being suffocated. His mind kept replaying all the potential moments where he could have spoken up.

He lifted the pillow up to his face. He let out a loud scream into the material before tossing the pillow towards the foot of his bed.

Ding dong

Normally, Han didn't pay much to the doorbell downstairs. There was always a constant flow of people coming in and out of the house, especially since 8 boys called it home. It normally was just food delivery or a mutual friend stopping up to say hi. The main person who always came to visit him was you. But he anticipated those vitiations coming to a halt soon.

He heard footsteps going down the staircase. The familiar screech of the old hinges sounded, even heard from Han's bedroom.

"Oh hey y/n," Minho said. Almost louder than usual so Han overheard. And he surely heard because he basically shot out of bed at the announcement of your arrival.

"Minho, is he here?" You asked.

Before Minho could answer, Han was halfway through his bedroom door. He tried his best to be calm and collected, but he couldn't. He always was excited about your visits, and he never liked to keep you waiting. Even though he was sure this might be one of the lasts, he didn't want to let him sulking stand in the way of spending one-on-one time with him.

"Speak of the devil," Minho teased as he heard movement from behind him. He stepped out of the way so Han could get to you. He was about to make his way back up the staircase, but didn't miss the opportunity to squeeze Han's shoulder comfortingly. Minho would be there the moment Han needed him, whether this was a good interaction or not. For now, he needed to notify the boys that Han had actually emerged from his room.

Being alone, Han swallowed the lump in his throat before turning towards you. He took a moment to take you in. You wear wearing baggy ripped jeans. You had on a purple sweater with the sleeves that nearly covered your entire hand. God, he was going to miss seeing you.

"Did you know?"

His eyes widened slightly by the tone of your voice. It didn't carry its usual cheerful tone. You were staring at him without a smile on his face. Between you and Felix, there was always competition who carried the title of sunshine. To Han, you won every time. Yet, this time, he didn't see happiness. He almost saw worry, concern, a bit of frustration.

He stepped aside to let you in. You walked into the house, making a direct path towards the kitchen. Han closed the door, seeing movement also from the top of the staircase. All the boys were gathered, watching in anticipation of what was going to happen. Han tried gesturing for them to get away, but he couldn't focus on his best friends eavesdropping. He needed to stay on your trail.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw you pacing back and forth. Hell, you looked more in distress than he has been the past couple of days. "He bought a ring, Jisung," you whispered. Your hands rested on the kitchen island, staring across at him. You bit your lip. Seeing you so loss for words was unlike you. Honestly, Han was worried.

"Oh yeah," Han murmured. One hand slid into the pocket of his sweatpants, the other rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He showed the guys and I last week," he confessed. "So you did know?" "Yeah," he said lowly. "I'm taking it he asked you."

You were quick to shake your head. "Um no, not quite," you explained. "I found it in our dresser drawer. I was trying to find a pair of socks when I found it tucked away in the corner. That was when I found a letter from one of his ex girlfriends folded up."

Han stood up at attention, confused by your revealing news. What? Why would he keep a letter from his ex girlfriend when he seemed so into you? Han found it a bit odd, and from your body language and your re-telling, it seemed like you did.

"I know I shouldn't have read it, but I did. Han, he seems to still really love her. The letter is new too. It was dated two weeks ago, almost as if she confessed before the new year," you groaned. "I feel like he's waiting to see if I say yes or no before deciding if he wants to go back to her," you said sadly.

Han frowned. He never liked when you viewed yourself poorly. Let alone when someone makes you believe you are less than your worth. To him, you are the whole universe. His anger was also slightly boiling for you, not at you. It wasn't your fault your boyfriend wasn't more careful. He also felt irritated because your boyfriend acted like he worshipped the ground you walked on. How could even consider someone better than you?

"What do you wanna do?" "That's the thing I don't know," you confessed. Han furrowed an eyebrow. He believed there was an obvious choice here. Leave.

"What if this is my only chance at love, you know? I know he does care about me." Are we sure about that? "And I always envisioned I'd be married by now. Hell, we know so many people who are engaged, married, and have kids. What if this is supposed to be my person?"

Slowly, Han began approaching you. This was his moment, the one he's been waiting for. It wasn't under the most romantic circumstances like he desired, but it was now or never.

"Han, I'm tired of the short-lived romances. I'm tired of giving my all to someone where the spark between us fizzles out because I choose my mind over my heart." "Why do you have to choose one or the other. Y/n, sweet girl, you should be with someone who satisfies your mentally, emotionally, and even physically." "But what if that person doesn't exist?" You whined.

Enough was enough. Han presented himself to you. Very gently, he cupped your cheeks with his large hands. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones affectionately as he gazed down at you. "I'd like to think I could do a pretty good job," he chuckled lightly. He tried his best to control his body trembling from his nerves. But if he didn't confess now, he never would.

If he had the chance to try to win you over, he had to take it. "What are you saying?" You whispered. "You're my best friend. Of course, you satisfy me in all those ways, but we're friends, aren't we?"

He smiled reassuringly down at you. God, you were so precious. "Of course we are, best friends. The very best of friends," he reaffirmed. "But, it seems like I have fallen in love with my best friend."

The truth was out. No turning back.

Your eyes widened. Did you hear him correctly? "Han," you started by he immediately shushed you. "No, y/n. I'm tired of not admitting it. I've been in love with you for quite a while. I mean, they always talk about some of the greatest love stories that come to be from best friends dating, realizing they care for one another on a deeper level. You're my person, honey." "You're my person too," you confessed. "But you can't just say this to me and not mean it," you frowned.

Han moved his face in toward yours. His forehead rested against yours as he gazed down at you. His lips ghosting over yours. You tilted your head into his warm touch, looking up at him with curiosity and endearment. God, how could he wait this long? "I was the damn fool that waited until it was too late," he whispered. His hot breath hit your lips, causing shivers to run down your spine. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your response. One hand slid off of your face to hold your hips, keeping you close to him. "By no means am I proposing one of those friendship marriage pacts. I want us to experience the highs and lows together as we navigate life. I want things to stay the same, but I also want to be able to kiss you when I want, and take you out on dates. I want the title of being yours exclusively."

Feeling just as bold, you tilted your head slightly up towards his. Your lips grazed against his which caused him to shutter this time. You couldn't help but giggle seeing the reaction you pulled out of him. "What are you waiting for then?"

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You and Han ran out of the courthouse, hand in hand. Your giggles filled the professional building, but the two of you didn't care. He had rented a tuxedo last minute whereas you were able to find a white outfit at a thrift store around the corner.

It was a no-brainer to marry your best friend. You didn't need the diamond ring, nor the big ceremony with the larger-than-life reception. All you needed was Han Jisung, and he needed you.

As you exited the courthouse, you stepped out as united duo. Mr. & Mrs. Jisung.

"Wait a minute," Han announced. You stood near the top of the stairs leading to the county building. You turned towards him as he looked at you with a serious expression. "What are we doing? This is silly."

Your jaw dropped at his response. He couldn't be serious. There is no way you two would have rushed around town to get everything together last minute for him to now second-guess himself. Not when the marriage license was already signed, the ink drying.

As you were about to question him, he tugged on your hand and pulled you in gently. You gasped in surprise, crashing softly into his chest. His arm wrapped around you, stabilizing you. His other hand found itself on your cheek. A habit of his now.

"We don't need to rush. we have all the time in the world," he breathed out. "Mrs. Han Jisung, you are all mine now. Can't get rid of me."

You rolled his eyes at his antics but couldn't help but giggle. He was right. You two had the best years to come, as husband and wife.

I feel bad for anyone who has never gotten a chance to experience THIS Han Jisung

HAN / AS I TOLD YOU (말하자면) ⋆ 221216

han is so underrated, LIKE LOOK AT HIM. AHHH!!

Ok, but tbh I've never seen someone write a domjisung x subreader before.. (I've read one.. once.)

I'm sorry but, Han Jisungs STUBBLE PEOPLE!!!

That man can run me over and I'd fucking thank him 🙏 amen

Are We Still Friends? - jisung

Synopsis- it’s been years since you’ve seen your best friend, Han, and the second he finds out you’re still in town he visits you.

Warnings- cursing, smut ,use of y/n, p in v sex, dom!han, sub!reader

pairings: bestfriend!han + fem!reader

-before you read keep in mind this was kinda rushed and made at 3:46 am so if it’s not the best or any errors were made, that’s why.

3am…that’s the time Han called to announce he was coming over- only to be knocking on the door 5 minutes later.

How he got your number, you’d guess from Felix one of your other mutual friends.

And that’s how you ended up in the situation you were in. With Han knocking on your door after going ghost for 6 years. “Hey, you in there?!” You hear his voice outside your apartment door. You contemplate faking being asleep but you already answered the phone so that would clearly show you’re ignoring him. “Cmon, you’re gonna let me freeze??” He says knocking again. After a second you walk over to the door and opens it. When you open the door he’s shocked to see how much you changed “uh, C-Can I come in..” he says looking at you with adoring eyes. You move aside to let him in and he brushes past you holding a bag. You couldn’t find any words to say, he was a stranger to you now. “So..princess..how’s life been.” You just look at him analyzing him as if he was a foreign animal. “It’s been fine..why are you here?” When you spoke he looks surprised to hear you say that. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend y/n.”

“You were my best friend..we stopped being friends the 3rd year you ghosted me, Jisung.” You saw his face scrunch up when you say his name. You knew how much he hated being called anything besides a nickname. You saw him take a deep breath “It wasn’t my choice y/n, you know that.” He says walking up to you tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I tried, I really did…but it wasn’t my choice to-“ you interrupt him with a scoff “save the excuses for someone that cares. But you obviously mistake me for that person.” He stays silent before pulling you into a kiss for a few seconds you tried to push him away before giving in kissing him back. Soon that leads to him pinning you against the wall as his hands rest on your waist, his thumb making circles on your sides.

He pulls back looking at you with soft eyes, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here, i’m sorry i couldn’t keep in touch, but i did love you, maybe-...no, definitely more than friends.” you could here the shake in his voice as he spoke, the grip on you waist getting stronger. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me the same way..but are we still friends? can we be friends?” he asks with a sense of urgency. You just look at him with a look of pity. “ji..” he stops you “it’s no, right?” he says as a face of disappointment washes over his features. “ji, no- well what i mean is i do still want you in a way but i haven’t seen you unless it was on tv..and you looked happier without me..well I thought you were happier without me.” he looks at you shocked backing away..

“You thought I was happier without you? Are you kidding me?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I love you yknow that right? I love..you, that never changed for me.” He whispers, caressing your cheek slightly.

You feel tears well up in your eyes. “you never even texted…not a call…not even a fucking letter, ji.” he smiles softly at you in a calming manner. “I wanted to, trust me. I couldn’t though, because the company wouldn’t let me and as soon as i could i came to you.” Instead of replying you just hug him and break down in his arms. “i’ve missed you so much.” you say as he rubs your back to comfort you .

You were never mad at him, you were mad that you couldn’t have him.

it’s been 3 weeks since he came and now you guys are back to being the best friends you were before. He even lived with you again.

Today was different though, he was tense and every time you tried to speak to him he flinched. Did it make you feel some type of way? yes. Were you gonna ask about it? no.

You decided to watch a movie and invited him to watch too. Instead of rejecting your offer, he agrees and sits beside you wrapped in a blanket.

Throughout the movie you can feel his gaze on you but you ignore it. When you turn to look at him you see him quickly avert his gaze to the movie. You smile softly at him and scoot closer to him. “So…you were staring.” You say poking him playfully. “N-no I wasn’t.” He says not looking away from the tv. While he speaks you see him adjust his position and his hands clenching by his sides. You must shrug and continue watching the movie still sitting close to him.

After the movie you get up from the bed to walk to the bathroom but han grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap. “Please—please yn” he says softly out of breath.

Before you could respond you feel his bulge press against your cunt as his hands travel to your thighs, his grip tightens as he rolls his hips into yours pulling a muffled moan from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “Can I?” He whimpers out. You can feel him trying to keep himself from grinding into you. “I don’t think—we really shouldn’t.” You say getting up from his lap.

He looks confused and stands up, his face still flushed. “Why? Did I do something?” He says moving closer to you. You could see the same look in his eyes as when he kissed you. “You’re doing the thing..” you speak under your breath “doing what?” He says with furrowed brows. You look up at him making eye contact “you’re making me fall in love with you again...” You say before pulling him into a kiss.

You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. Without hesitation he picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist as you deepen the Kiss. He lays you in the bed pinning you down before leaving kisses all down your neck. You feel his hand trail down between your legs making small circles between your thighs. You look up at him and see him sitting up straddling your waist. “You’re so pretty..y know that right?” He says in a soft tone as both his hand trail up your shirt pulling down your bra, running his thumb across your nipples.

“Ji..please fuck me, I need you.” You whine moving your leg up to rub against his raging boner. The sounds that fall from his lips send a tingling sensation down your spine. You can feel him grinding against you as moans continue to fall from his lips. “God you’re insatiable.” He groans before beginning to remove his sweatpants along with his boxers.

you look at his dick in shock. “What? Having second thoughts?” He says getting back in bed. “Well-” before you could finish Han is moving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You use your hand to cover your mouth, your other one gripping the sheets.

Your vision blurs as he start thrusting into you at a quick pace making you lose your breath you look at him through your lashes as the sound of skin slapping together fills the room. “Fuckk—so fucking tight for me baby.” He groans throwing his head back. He plat his hands on the bed before moving up to hold yours.

you feel a knot form in your stomach once he starts hitting a certain spot inside you. “J-Ji ‘m so close…” you moan, your back arching. you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear you over the sound of his own voice. You can hear him making small comments on how good you feel wrapped around him and how wet you are for him.

You notice his thrust are starting to get sloppier and his hand tighten against yours. “Can I cum inside you…please I need to, baby.” He moans looking in your eyes. You nod and before you could give a verbal answer you both came undone. His cum mixing with yours as he fills you up.

You lay there out of breath as he lays on top of you not pulling out. “Can we stay like this.” He mumbles against your chest. “Yeah sure but we’re taking 3 showers in the morning” you laugh giving him a kiss on the forehead before going to sleep.

Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is allowed bc I do know I’m not the best writer and there’s always room to improve.

edit: uhh didn’t expect 124 notes but thanks and also I’m a bit confused😭😭..

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