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This is another great one, Nat!

I keep thinking about dilf!Felix like him being your besties dad or something….

-🎀

I swear I've been staring at this for so long, debating if I should do a full fic or just some thoughts. Well, thank my dear Azzy @galaxycatdrawz for this, because you made his thoughts go wild. Basically I just had to transform his whole little plan into a fic. There will be 2nd chapter (including smut) but have fun with this for now.🖤

Finding home in your heart

Pairing: Felix x fem!reader (mention of Minchan | Jisung)

Word Count: 7571

Summary: Felix got cheated on by his wife repeatedly and ends up heartbroken after the discovery. His adoptive daughter, your best friend, tells you the whole story and asks you to move in as you're struggling to find a place. Your only problem; you had a crush on Felix for ages and living with him isn't making it easier...

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional hurt!comfort, fluff, insecure!lix, domestic shit, baking, cuddles, slowburn (ig?), first kiss, age difference (8 years, it's legal since this fic is for adults, chill out)

PART TWO (coming soon)

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Felix’s love life had been nothing but a steady stream of predictable days blending into years. He would have never doubted his beautiful wife and would have never second-guessed her love for him. They had gotten married early and soon found out his wife was incapable of carrying his children. So, after some consideration, they adopted a young girl and raised her like their own. She had grown into a smart young woman, and Felix couldn’t be more proud of her. Given the age gap of only ten years he had always been rather close with her and later you, her best friend.

One night he decided to surprise his wife, coming home early as his daughter was staying at yours. What greeted him wasn’t the usual warmth and coziness of his home but the sight of his wife in a certain setting no man wants to find the love of his life in with another man. For a moment, Felix found himself frozen in place, the safe foundation of his life slowly crumbling away beneath his feet. He whispered her name in disbelief, only to find out that this had been going on for years. Felix felt like his whole life shattered to pieces and the betrayal left an ugly taste of bitterness on his lips. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this?

-

“And then she just left,” your best friend ends her story, and your eyes grow even wider than they have already been. 

“You’re kidding?” you ask, shocked. 

“Apparently, she said something about how this shit has been going on for years, that she never really loved him, and that she’ll leave until he finds a new place,” she rages on and paces her bedroom angrily. “Oh, and I’m just another burden he talked her into,” she scoffs, and your frown deepens. 

“You won’t stay here, right?” you ask cautiously. You can’t imagine she will, but still. 

“Oh, hell no. I’ll go with Dad, she can piss off,” she shakes her head and drops onto her mattress. “The perk of being not related to her is that I can push her out of my life for good,” she snorts, and you gently pat her back. “I feel so bad for him,” she sighs. 

“It must’ve been a huge shock,” you nod, your heart feeling heavy. Felix has always been kind to you from day one. Whenever your family was struggling, he helped out, even if it was simply by taking you with them to theme parks, the movies, or shopping. Felix was only eight years older than you and ten years older than your best friend, so the older you got, the more he felt like an older friend instead of your best friend’s father. Also, he was stunningly handsome, but that wasn’t relevant right now.

“He’s trying to hide it, but I know how shitty he feels right now,” she tells you worriedly. “I mean, he’s never been with anyone else and-.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” you assure her gently. “He has such a kind heart, I’m sure someone will love him, truly.”

“I will thoroughly check the next person. You’ll have to help me then, go all detective on them,” she smirks, and you agree, laughing. 

A gentle knock at the door interrupts you, and Felix opens the door flashing you a tired smile as a greeting before glancing at his daughter. “Channie called, he has a spare place we can have.”

“Just like that?” she asks baffled. 

Felix chuckles weakly and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, just like that. I told him I’d pay, but Minho insisted they don’t need the place, and it’s all paid off.”

“How convenient,” she smirks and rolls her eyes. “Typical uncle Min,” she grins.

“Yeah,” he laughs and sighs softly. “You think you can get everything ready in the next few days?”

“You really can’t wait to get out of here, huh?” she laughs, and his smile dies, eyes clouding with pain. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he nods and clears his throat as his daughter looks at him apologetically. “Well, let me know when you’re hungry, and we can order something,” he announces, putting on a smile and quickly pulling the door closed. 

“See?” she whispers. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

You hum gently and pat your best friend’s knee. “Well, I can help you move, I have nothing to do those next few weeks.” 

“You’re so sweet,” she giggles and hops up, ripping the door open. “Dad, Y/nnie says she’s gonna help us move our stuff!” she shouts downstairs. 

“Lovely,” Felix shouts back halfheartedly and flinches as his daughter slams the door closed again. “Fucks sake, this woman,” he snorts and stands still in the living room for a moment. He chews on his lower lip as the many memories he made in this very room crash over him like a wave, trying to drown him. “You’re such a dumbass,” he whispers to himself. 

“No, you’re not, she’s just a massive bitch,” you speak up gently, suddenly standing in the living room with him. 

He blinks at you with wide, confused eyes before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Mhm, you could say that. Doesn’t make me any wiser, letting her fool me for the past ten years,” he huffs softly and rubs his face. “I just feel bad for her,” he says, and you know he means your best friend upstairs. “All I always wanted for her was a stable home after everything she went through.”

“Look at her, you did great,” you tell him, and he chuckles weakly.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” he waves you off and blinks at you surprised as you offer him a hug. He accepts it after a short moment of hesitation and bites back a laugh as you pat his back encouragingly. 

“You’ll be okay…she’ll never find someone better, so fuck her. It’s her loss,” you tell him, and Felix snorts before letting go of you and grabbing his phone. 

“We’ll see,” he hums softly, subtly bringing some distance between the two of you again. “You’re gonna stay for dinner?” he asks, and you gently shake your head. 

“I promised Mum I’d be home for dinner today,” you tell him, and he nods gently.

“You need a ride?” he offers, and you wave him off. 

“I’ll be fine, promise,” you assure him and exchange your goodbyes.

One week later

You put down the boxes you carried inside and look around with wide eyes. “Wow, Min wasn’t lying. This place is huge.”

“Right? I didn’t quite believe it as well,” your best friend giggles and puts down her boxes as well.

“Why would I lie about that, huh?” Minho asks playfully offended, adding some boxes on the floor next to yours. “You think we’d give your dad and you some shabby place? You think that lowly of us?”

Chan pokes his side, making him squeak and giggles as Minho playfully raises his fists to fight him. “Relax, no one’s calling you a liar, baby.”

“Sure hope so,” he teases and naturally intertwines their hands, pulling Chan with him. “You haven’t seen the view from up here yet,” he announces and waves you after him.

You follow the pair of them onto the huge balcony, and your breath hitches. From up here, you can see parts of the city and the ocean, and still it’s so peaceful up here. 

“How’s your dad, kiddo?” Minho asks your best friend after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Worse than he admits,” she answers, and Minho hums gently. “If you ask me, he’s fucking heartbroken and feels worthless. If you ask him, he’s okay and just a little caught up in his thoughts,” she further explains. 

“Give him time,” Chan tells her gently and sighs, looking down at the ocean. “Ten years is a lot, you know?”

The door to the balcony opens, and Felix steps outside, laughing at you all. “Seriously? You’re out here enjoying the view while I’m carrying all those boxes?” he asks, and you all start laughing before hurrying back inside to help him.

Once everything is inside, Minho and Chan give you a tour through the house and you wonder what Felix and your friend would do with all this space. The couple soon leaves again to give them some space to settle in. 

Your best friend strolls through the house and frowns softly. “You’re alright?” Felix asks her, frowning softly. “I know it’s not home, but we can make it work, it’ll just need some time and-.”

“Dad, home is wherever you are, relax,” she laughs, and Felix nods, stunned, looking adorably touched by her words. “I just…this place is huge.”

“It is,” he nods. “I have no idea what the hell they had planned for this.”

“Nothing useful, as Min put it,” you chime in, and Felix grins at your remark.

“I’ll feel so lonely here if you’re at work,” she speaks up after a moment, and Felix’s face softens.

“Dear, there’ll be a point in your life when you move out and everything. I won’t always be around,” he says, and she glares at him. 

“Don’t say shit like that, you’re only ten years older than I am, it’ll take a while,” she points out, and he snorts but gives in, remaining quiet. “Y/nnie, how’s the hunt for a flat going?” she asks.

“I already told you it’s shit,” you sigh softly, not quite picking up on her true intentions behind that question. “It’s either too expensive or so much out of town it’s not exactly convenient.”

“Oh, you’re going to move out?” Felix asks, busying himself with one of the boxes.

“I want to, my parents could use the space for something else,” you nod.

“Dad?” she asks, drawing out the word with a sweet tone. 

“What do you want?” he asks, not even looking up.

“She could move in with us,” she says, and you frown at her. Felix looks up, confused, and tilts his head at her. “She can’t find a place, I worry about getting lonely here…you could use some more company as well before you’re fully depressed and-.”

“Will you stop?” he snaps at her. “I’m not depressed, I’m fine besides the fact that I got cheated on after wasting ten years of my life,” he continues and shakes his head at her. “Stop reading into it that much, I’ll start believing you at this point.”

You lower your gaze at the floor and awkwardly shuffle on your feet. “Gosh, relax,” she sighs. “That just proved my point.”

Felix throws the contents of the box back inside and pushes himself up. “I’m getting some fresh air. And yes, you can move in if you want to, it’s not like we’d lack space or whatever,” he says before leaving the two of you. 

“Nice one,” you sigh softly. 

“What?” she groans and rolls her eyes. “You know I’m right.”

“And that makes it better?” you chuckle, and she huffs softly. “Fine, fine, I’ll go apologize…but would you?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh softly. “I’d feel like I’m intruding,” you argue gently. 

“Never,” she shakes her head firmly. “Also, you’re here every day anyway, so nothing changes,” she grins before sighing softly. “Dad?” she shouts, and you roll your eyes at her.

Should you? Move in with your best friend and her heartbroken, conveniently handsome adoptive father? That could only go wrong, right?

You join them on the balcony and sigh softly, meeting your best friend’s eyes. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

She shouts in joy and pulls you into a tight hug, hopping excitedly. “You’re the best best friend I could’ve ever wished for!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chuckle and roll your eyes playfully, catching Felix smirking at the two of you.

Three weeks later

You hum to yourself as you make your way from the kitchen to the living room area. Your best friend is staying the night at her boyfriend’s, and Felix is out on Stray Kids duty, as you jokingly call it. So, for now, you have the whole house to yourself. You moved in fully about two weeks ago, and your new room is bigger than you ever dared to imagine. There’s an attached bathroom as well, and your few things look ridiculous, trying to fill up all that space you have now. 

You grab your phone and check your messages before scrolling through some news. Refreshing the page, a new article appears on top, and you realize it’s about Felix. Curiously, you click on it, and your eyes widen, realizing it’s about what happened with his wife. You read through it and smile sadly; Felix seems to have tried putting it as respectfully and vague as he could. You don’t support what that woman did for years one bit, but you also know how their fans can get so you’re glad Felix tries to stay neutral in public.

You glance up from your phone as the front door opens downstairs, and Felix comes up the stairs only a little later. Looking at him, you can tell he was crying, and your heart sinks to your stomach, seeing how tired he looks. His eyes meet yours, and you swallow softly as he stops in his tracks as if he just remembered you live here as well. “You’re okay?” you ask softly, and for the first time in weeks, Felix shakes his head.

“Not really, no,” he admits, his voice a little raspy. You can tell he’s fighting back tears, and you gently pat the spot next to you on the sofa. Felix momentarily searches your eyes before moving forward and dropping down on the sofa next to you. “I know it’s my own fault because I took off my wedding ring but I didn’t expect them to ask already,” he tells you quietly and nervously fidgets with his hands. “Chan told me to be honest before she comes up with something that’ll drag me down.”

“I think you’ve handled it quite well,” you tell him gently, and he groans in response.

“Already online, huh?” he sighs, and you hum softly. Felix throws his head back against the sofa and stares up at the ceiling. You can’t help but take in his side profile and let your eyes wander down his neck. “I hate this.”

“Hate what?” you ask gently.

“I have to have an explanation for everything as if I’d know why she cheated. Maybe it’s because I’ve been gone often with all our schedules. Maybe she got bored. Maybe she just saw past that facade of fame and sunshine behavior and realized I’m not as lovable as everyone thinks I am,” he huffs, making you frown at him. “Maybe she never loved me in the first place, and I can’t even blame her for that.”

“Stop it now,” you scold him firmly and Felix turns his head, blinking at you. “Have you ever considered that maybe she’s just a massive bitch and there is absolutely nothing wrong with you?”

“Not really, no,” he shakes his head and sits up straight again. “That’s rather unlikely, isn’t it? There’s always a reason people cheat.”

“Sometimes it’s simply stupidity,” you insist. “Not everything is your fault, Felix.”

“Why does it feel like it then?” he asks quietly, and your heart breaks at the desperate glint in his eyes. “Why does it feel like I’m the one who fucked it all up? And why doesn’t she care one bit, and I’m here feeling like complete shit?”

“Because you loved her,” you say quietly and watch his face fall. “She didn’t try to make it right, did she? She didn’t protest when you suggested a divorce.” Felix shakes his head, eyes brimming with tears. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe she never loved you for who you truly are. Maybe all she saw was the fame, the money, the places you went to…but how is that your fault?”

“I…I should’ve known,” he says quietly, his lower lip quivering a little. 

“You can’t know that shit if they’re good at hiding and pretending. Who knows how long she could’ve kept up that show if you hadn’t come home early that day?” you ask, and Felix avoids your observant gaze, staring down at his hands. “The only thing you’re at fault for is beating yourself up for this and thinking you’re worthless.”

Felix remains quiet and presses his lips together tightly as hot tears run down his cheeks. His hair falls into his face as his head hangs low, and you can only tell as he sniffles softly. You hesitantly reach out for him and rub his back soothingly. Felix whispers an apology and buries his face in his hands, a quiet sob rippling through his body. You don’t know where you get the confidence from, but you move before you can reconsider what you’re about to do. Wrapping your arm around him, you pull him into a warm embrace and gently rub his shoulder. Felix tenses up briefly before he relaxes into your touch, allowing himself the comfort you spend. 

It doesn’t last for all too long, and Felix pushes himself off the sofa, messily wiping his cheeks. “Sorry, I shouldn’t-,” he stammers and exhales shakily. “I shouldn’t dump this all on you.”

“I don’t-” you start and shut your mouth as he raises his hand to stop you. 

“I know you don’t mind. I know,” he says and shakily wipes his cheek. “That doesn’t make it any better. I appreciate you trying to help, but I’ll go before I start unloading even more nonsense,” he sniffles and flashes you a sad smile. “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome,” you nod gently and watch him leave. Only then do you notice your heart racing in your chest and the wet patch of his tears in your sweater. “So much to keeping boundaries, Y/n,” you scold yourself, rubbing your face tiredly.

Felix closes the door to his room and buries his face in his hands with a soft groan. “What the fuck are you doing?” he whispers and stands still for a moment. What is he doing, sobbing in his daughter’s best friend’s arms? Is he going insane? Felix closes his eyes and tries to forget how comfortable your hug felt, how good you smelled, and how soothing your presence was to him. “Fuck,” he whispers into the emptiness of his room.

One week later

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you walk down the hallway, clutching your visitor pass. Your best friend asked you to pick up Felix from work tonight because she had to work late and would then stay at her boyfriend's again. Would he think weirdly of you for it? He's been avoiding you a little after that emotional breakdown a week ago, and you can't blame him. 

You reach Chan's studio and knock gently, letting yourself in. 

“Oh, Y/nnie,” Chan greets you cheerfully. 

“Haven't seen you here in a while,” Minho adds curiously. 

“Yeah, uh, I have to pick up Felix,” you say, and they frown. 

“I thought-”

“No, she's working late and staying at her boyfriend's or something like that,” you shrug your shoulders. 

“She asks you to move in so she isn't lonely and leaves all the time,” Minho shakes his head, amused. “Well, at least someone's keeping an eye on Lix, then.”

“Mhm, yeah,” you nod. “Where is he?”

“In the practice room down the hallway. Uh…he's in a shit mood today,” Minho tells you. 

“Define shit mood,” you chuckle. 

“Everything is shit, nothing works, he's useless,” Chan sighs softly and shakes his head. “We tried.”

You sigh heavily and roll your eyes. “Fine, I'll do my best.”

“Good luck,” Chan giggles. 

Only a little later, you open the door to the practice room and slip inside. You frown as you spot Felix stretched out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “I swear, Channie, if you're here to tell me another bad joke that's supposed to make me laugh, I'll snap,” he announces. 

You stop next to him and tilt your head at him. “Not Channie,” you say. “What's that supposed to be?” you ask, vaguely waving at his current position. 

“It's my new favorite yoga position called utter depression,” he says dryly and throws you a peace sign. “That's I'm a failure, what's your name?”

“Chan wasn't lying,” you nod slowly. 

“Did Chan call you? Seriously?” he asks, sitting up on his elbows. 

“No. In fact, it was your lovely daughter asking me to come pick you up. She's working late, and then she'll stay over at her boyfriend's.”

“I still can't believe she asked you to move in so she wouldn't be lonely, and now she's barely home,” Felix snorts and groans softly. 

“Mhm, you guys are repeating yourselves, Min said the same thing,” you tell him and gently poke his side with your shoe. “What's going on, Mr. utter depression?” 

“Nothing, as you can see,” he sighs. “I fucked up during practice today. Minho only didn't call me out for all the mistakes because he felt sorry for me at the time,” he tells you. 

“And that led you down the good old road to self-hatred?” you ask, sitting down on the floor next to him. 

“Maybe,” he answers vaguely. 

“Surely,” you correct him. “Lix?” you ask gently, and he turns his head toward you. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No,” he shakes his head as his eyes trace your features. 

“We could take a walk and grab some food on the way. We don't have to talk or anything. It's just for you to clear your head and empty all that garbage you keep up there,” you tell him, tugging a small smile at the corner of his lips. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nods. 

You exchange your goodbyes with Min and Chan, who secretly throw some hearts your way when Felix isn't looking. Idiots. 

-

After that evening, it all got easier again. You didn't talk much that day, but the fresh air, bright lights, and warm food had lightened Felix's mood immensely. Over the following two weeks, you two grew closer, and Felix allowed himself to be more open. With your best friend gone quite frequently, it was often only you and him. 

The more time you spent together, the more you realized how ridiculously perfect Felix was. His beautiful brown eyes, soft features adorned by all those sweet freckles, and blond hair falling around his face made your stomach flip. His sweet smile and even prettier laugh made you feel like winning a trophy every time you were the reason for it. He's so kind and polite that it makes your head spin. 

Felix can't quite stop himself from looking at you whenever you don't notice. The more time you spend, the more he notices how beautiful you are. How caring and gentle. Your smile brightens his days and he can't fully shake the longing to be in your arms again off. He hasn't felt as comfortable around someone in a while, and there's a lingering worry in the back of his head telling him that he really shouldn't allow himself to fall for you. It only gets worse watching you doing the most mundane things and wishing that you wouldn't leave again. 

-

Another two weeks later your best friend announces she'll be abroad for a holiday with her boyfriend for two weeks. Two weeks. It'll only be Felix and you for fourteen days. That thought wasn't helping your anxious heart, trying not to fall for him at all. 

You decided to make the best out of it and forget about your worries. Seeing Felix smile again was all that counted. 

The first morning, Felix tiredly strolls down the hallway from his room and stops in his tracks when he sees you at the stove. A sweet scent lingers in the kitchen, and he realizes you're making pancakes for breakfast. His heart picks up pace, and he takes a deep breath, reminding himself to act normal. “Morning,” he says, not knowing that his even deeper morning voice sends shivers down your spine. 

“Good morning,” you smile at him, bright as ever. He has to look somewhere else to stop himself from blushing. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes,” you tell him, and he hums softly. 

Felix sits down at the kitchen island and watches you thoughtfully. It's ridiculous how used to your presence he got over the past few weeks. Almost as if he couldn't imagine it any other way anymore. “Do you have any plans for today?” he asks and you shake your head as you put the pancakes on a big plate. 

“Why?” you ask curiously and turn off the stove. 

“Uh, I was thinking about painting her room since she wanted a new color so badly…I was wondering if you'd like to help?” he asks nervously. 

You put down the plate and nod. “Sure, why not?” 

Felix flashes you a sweet smile and thanks you as you hand him a plate with some pancakes. They're so fluffy they almost melt on his tongue, and he has trouble biting back a moan. “Oh, they're amazing,” he tells you and notices the subtle blush settling on your cheeks. 

“Thank you,” you smile almost shyly. 

Seriously, can't you give him a break? 

-

After breakfast, Felix takes a quick shower, and you put on some clothes that could be ruined by the paint. You meet again in your best friend's room, and you smile at how soft Felix looks in a pair of gray sweatpants and a wide sweater. You pull all the furniture away from the walls, covering everything up before Felix shows you how to apply the paint properly. In the beginning, you're both quietly working and it feels peaceful, just focusing on painting for now. Then Felix starts talking, trying to kill the silence. “I signed the divorce papers yesterday,” he says casually, and you need a moment to figure out how to answer. 

“Congratulations?” you chuckle, and he laughs, realizing how out of pocket this has been.

“Sorry, that was pretty random,” he apologizes. 

“No, it's fine. I'm glad you did,” you say, and he glances at you, making you ramble on quickly. “I mean, it's the right thing to do. Did you settle on anything? Does she demand stuff?”

“If she doesn't want my legal team to be less nice about the reason we're getting a divorce than I was, then she won't,” he tells you and sighs softly. “She has the old house, and I don't have to pay her anything. I'm glad when we're done with the whole process,” he admits tiredly. 

“I bet you are,” you nod gently. “You deserve some peace after everything,” you say, and he hums softly, pressing his lips together briefly. “We can stop talking about it,” you assure him gently, and Felix nods thankfully. 

“We need more paint,” he states. 

“Well, we should let this dry anyway for today,” you nod and flash him a gentle smile. “We could go buy some more and then call it a day?”

“Sounds good,” he nods, rubbing his face tiredly, and turns toward you fully now. 

“You've got some paint on your cheek,” you say, and he blindly reaches out to wipe it off. He doesn't quite get it and you step in front of him, reaching out for him. “Let me help,” you say and gently rub your thumb over his cheek, wiping the still fresh paint off. 

Felix freezes in place, staring at you as you do so. He feels like the world stops for a moment but then your soft touch is already gone again. He exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding in and follows you outside. Fucks sake. 

-

You wander through the store next to him and you end up buying some more stuff to decorate the house a little more. Felix's phone rings and you can tell it's Chan by the way his face lights up. He nudges your side after a moment. “You're hungry?”

“I could eat,” you nod.

“Min and Chan ask if we wanna stop by,” he tells you, and you shrug your shoulders. 

“Sure, why not?” 

Only shortly after, you reach their house, and your eyes widen, spotting the two small kittens on the carpet. “Oh, you have new ones?” you ask excitedly and Minho looks at you as if he's going to hit you. 

“Or not?” you ask, chuckling. 

Chan gently pokes his cheek and grins at you. “Yeah, we got them like a week ago,” he nods, and you crouch down as they make their way over. 

“Can I hold them?” you ask, looking at Minho, and his face softens. 

“If they let you,” he nods and tells you to sit down on the floor. 

He picks up the first one and gently hands it over to you, making sure you hold it right. “He's usually very calm, so if you don't move too quickly, you should be fine,” he tells you and sits down, grabbing the second one. “She's a little rascal,” he smirks and gently scratches her head. 

“They're so tiny,” you say, amazed. 

“Here, he loves those,” Chan says, handing you a little treat. 

You hold out your hand for the kitten, and he doesn't waste much time. You giggle at his tiny tongue licking over your palm and beam at Minho excitedly. Chan passes Minho and gently runs his hand through his hair mindlessly. Minho smiles softly and looks up at him so full of love you can't help but wish you'd find someone you shared the same type of deep love with. “Wanna help me set the table, Lix?” he asks, and Felix hums, following him, not after a quick glance in your direction to make sure you're alright. 

Soon after, you're all gathered around the table, and you all thank Minho for cooking. Chan glances at Felix after a while and seems to debate whether he should ask what's going through his head. “Lix?” he asks, and his friend turns toward him. “How are you holding up?”

“I'm fine,” he smiles tiredly, and you know the question starts to bother him by now. 

“You said that from day one,” Minho chuckles and tilts his head at him. 

“No, I am. I signed the papers yesterday and then soon it'll all be over,” he explains. 

“Have you met anyone new?” Minho asks curiously. “I mean, it's been almost two months.”

“Mhm, after ten years of a fake marriage. I still have time, don't you think?” he asks sourly. 

Chan steps in, trying to ease the mood. “We're just worried about you getting lonely, Lix,” he tells him. 

“I'd rather be lonely than that,” he says and rolls his eyes at them. “Not everyone finds the one and lives happily ever after from day one on,” he says, looking at the two of them. 

“That's hardly realistic, nothing was perfect from day one,” Minho shakes his head. 

“Not really, no,” Chan snorts and winks at him. 

“Well, you're not me, so…,” Felix says quietly, and the mood changes. 

“Meaning?” Minho asks patiently, even though you can tell he’d rather punch some sense into him.

Felix puts down his chopsticks and sighs heavily. “I'm way too emotional, I'm too shy to approach anyone or initiate anything further, I mess up stuff constantly and-.”

“Will you stop?” you cut him off, and everyone looks at you as if they're remembering you're still here. “You keep on talking shit about yourself, and you don't even realize you're letting her win.”

“I'm not letting her—” he frowns. Chan is about to speak up, but Minho stops him, resting his hand on his. 

“Yes, you are. She used you for years, and you're still letting her by making it all your fault. As if she had no other choice but to go off and fuck around with whoever she found moderately fuckable,” you say, and he blinks at you, stunned as Chan chokes on his breath. “You're talented at what you do, you're hardworking, and you're one of the most caring people I know. You didn't have to, but you always made me feel at home when I visited your daughter. You haven't done any differently since I moved in, and as long as you aren't talking shit about yourself, you're pretty funny. And-.”

“Y/nnie,” he says softly, and it's the first time he's called you that. “Eat up; it's going to get cold.” 

You quickly shut your mouth, ears burning up as you realize you've just been pretty open in front of Minho and Chan. “Yeah, okay, you better shut up then…respectfully.”

“Message received,” he smiles gently. 

Minho raises his eyebrows and glances at Chan before moving his eyes between the two of you. Chan frowns before his eyes widen, and he squints at him. Minho widens his eyes and puts on a little passive aggressively encouraging smile, signaling him that, yes, he is VERY right about this. 

“You can stop the eye fuckery over there, I'll get sick,” Felix calls them out, and you frown softly at Minho's mischievous grin. 

“Y/n, what about you?” Minho asks curiously. 

“You're playing cupid as a side business, or what is this?” you ask right back. 

“Simply interested,” he gives back. 

“I'm single if you must know so badly, and no, my self-esteem isn't drowning as much as Lix’s,” you say, and Felix pokes your side, protesting softly. 

Chan watches you quietly before glancing at his husband and humming softly. Minho simply smirks. 

Later, when it's time to leave, you hold your hand out for Felix, and he tilts his head at you questioningly. “Keys, please,” you smile. 

“Huh?” he asks, amused. 

“You had two drinks, I didn't have any, and I'm driving,” you tell him, stretching your hand out once more. 

“Listen to her, Yongbokie,” Minho tells him, and Felix gives in and hands you the keys. 

-

“That was really sweet,” Felix says, almost too quiet to hear. 

“The kittens?” you giggle. 

“Mhm, yeah, they too,” he nods and glances over at you. “I meant what you said…I uh... thanks.”

“Oh,” you nod and feel your heart warming at the softness in his eyes. “I meant it.”

“I know,” he whispers and can barely meet your eyes. 

“You should give yourself more credit. Try seeing yourself through the eyes of the people you mean something to from time to time,” you say, parking the car in front of the house. 

Felix looks at you, a little stunned. “I mean something to you?” he asks softly. 

“Well, of course you do, Lixie,” you smile and lean over, brushing his hair back for him. 

“Yeah?” he asks, eyes traveling down to your lips before he can fight it. 

“Mhm,” you hum softly and search his eyes. Suddenly, you move forward and your lips meet in a soft kiss that has him melting in his seat. He reaches up to bury his hand into your hair and-.

“Felix? Felix, wake up,” you say gently. 

“Huh?” he asks confused. 

“Wake up, Lix, come on,” you say softly, daring to brush a loose strand from his face. “Come on, let's get you upstairs.”

Felix blinks at you drowsily and needs a moment to realize he's been dreaming—dreaming of kissing you. His face burns up red with embarrassment as your gentle eyes meet his, and he shoots out of his seat. “Yeah, sorry,” he stammers, and you watch him a little confused. 

“You're okay?” you ask, closing the door for him.

“Sure, why wouldn't I be?” he asks, laughing nervously. Don't look at the lips. Don't. 

“Man, you're weird when you get woken up,” you shake your head and unlock the front door, letting him in. Felix stumbles taking off his shoes, making you laugh. “Is alcohol having such an effect on you?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he lies, spotting his lifeline. 

“Well, let's get you to bed then,” you say and gently pat his back, shoving him inside. 

“I'll make it on my own, thank you,” he quickly says and wishes you a good night. He throws himself face forward onto his bed and groans into his blanket. “Fuck, no, Lix, you can't.” He turns onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, brushing his fingers over his lips. Groaning softly, he fumbles for his phone; he needs some clarity now. 

“It's late, what the fuck, mate?”

“Jisungie, I fucked up,” Felix whines softly. 

“Oh, please don't tell me you're drunk,” Jisung sighs softly. “Do I have to pick you up somewhere?”

“No,” he quickly assures him. “I just…there's this certain someone I can't stop thinking about, and…Ji, it's wrong!”

“I don't like the sound of this,” he states calmly. “Go on.”

And Felix does, spilling all his hurt, feelings of emptiness, and worthlessness. Telling him how you mend his heart, fill his entire being with happiness, and make him feel loveable. He confesses how he can't stop thinking about you, worrying how messed up this could get. 

Jisung lets him ramble on and nods gently once he's done. “That's fucked up, mate.”

“I know,” he whispers. 

“No, I don't think you know how bad that bitch fucked you up,” Jisung says, and Felix is too stunned to speak for a second. “Fucks sake, Lix! Where's my pretty boy getting all the girls, huh? When did you get all shy and scared? Did she fuck up your self-esteem that badly?”

“Ji, you're missing the point here,” he insists. “Everyone would think I'm using her, she's eight years younger. They'll make her a victim and-.”

“Lix,” he cuts him off firmly. “I'm that victim you're describing here, you do know that, right? My hubby is ten years older, Hyune’s wife is six years younger, and no one gives a fuck,” he tells him. “The thing you really can't take is the fact that she's your daughter's best friend.”

“That surely doesn't help,” he groans. 

“Well, technically-.”

“She's my daughter, you can try and twist this how you want,” he shakes his head. “And she'll hate me if I act upon my feelings for Y/n.”

“All she wanted was for you to be happy. Why not with Y/nnie?” he asks gently. “Listen, buddy, you gotta figure out what you really want and then act accordingly. Stop sending her signals if you don't want this to evolve into something more.”

“I know,” he sighs softly. Fuck. 

-

“Can you get the eggs?” you ask him as you pour some sugar into a bowl, weighing its content as you do. 

“Sure,” Felix nods and his hand rests on your lower back for a brief moment, notifying you of him standing behind you to stop you from bumping into him. 

You swallow softly at the lingering touch, and it's already gone again before you can't think much of it. Felix got home from the studio about an hour ago, and you two decided to surprise your best friend with a cake for her birthday tomorrow. At least she had planned to come back again for it. After quickly buying the ingredients, you two got busy in the kitchen. He's unusually clumsy, your hands brushed against each other four times already since you've started and you already bumped heads, both wanting to grab something off the floor he dropped. The brief touches and his soft eyes combined with that shy smile are slowly driving you insane. 

Once you're all done you put it in the oven and set a timer, cleaning up the kitchen for now. You'll still need a few things for the icing later but you get rid of most of the mess for now. After loading the dishwasher, the 25 minutes are over, and Felix carefully takes it out. You leave it there to cool and throw yourself on the sofa. 

Felix joins you and turns on the TV, putting on the next episode of the series you've recently started watching together. After a while, your head slowly drops onto his shoulder and it takes him a moment to realize you fell asleep. He cautiously wraps his arm around you to make you more comfortable and lets you rest against his chest. He tries not to think too much of it and chews on his lower lip nervously as he tries to pay attention to the screen. 

As much as he tries to fight it, he's exhausted from their intense practice today, and his eyes grow heavier with every minute. It doesn't take long and he falls asleep as well, getting more comfortable and dragging you down with him in his sleep. 

You wake up in his arms, your head resting on his chest. Your eyes widen in shock, and you fight the urge to jump up and get as far away from him as possible. You barely dare to lift your head. Glancing down at him, your heart skips a beat at how soft and vulnerable he looks in his sleep. His chest is slowly rising and falling, his hair hangs into his face and he looks so soft it makes you want to squish his cheeks. You admire the beautiful freckles painting his face as the fading sun caresses his golden skin. Gosh, he's pretty. 

He moves in his sleep, tightening his grip around you and rolling you both onto your sides. Burying his face in your neck, he lets out a content sigh and pulls you in close. You bite your lip and curse yourself for wanting this so badly. You should really wake him up…but you couldn't. Not when he had a long day and finally got some rest. Not when he looked this content and peaceful. You couldn't. 

You timidly rest your chin on his fluffy hair and wait for a moment, but he doesn't seem to mind. Carefully, you fondle his back and rest your hand between his shoulder blades. He doesn't stir one bit, and you decide to try sleeping some more as well. 

-

You wake up again when he stretches in your arms, pulling back with a soft groan. Felix squints at you drowsily before he slowly picks up on your current situation. A blush creeps up his neck and colors his cheeks and ears. He pulls away and rolls onto his back with a soft sound, rubbing his face tiredly. “Sorry,” he mumbles. 

“For what?” you ask gently. 

“Uh…this,” he awkwardly gestures between the two of you. “I uh…I tend to get cuddly when I fall asleep. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or-.”

“You didn't,” you say firmly, and he slowly glances at you. 

“No?” he asks quietly. 

“Not at all,” you assure him, and he hums gently in response. “You seemed like you needed it, so I let you sleep a little longer.”

“Oh,” he nods dumbly and searches your eyes timidly. “Okay.”

“Yeah,” you nod and smile at him. “I think we can finish the cake by now.”

“Probably,” he laughs and sits up. 

The pair of you soon gets busy in the kitchen again and Felix turns on the mixer to finish the icing for the cake. It's a little too fast, and some of it lands on his sweater. “Fucks sake,” he curses softly before slowing it down. 

You laugh at him, and he turns to you, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, you got some on your face,” you giggle and step in front of him. You cup his face gently with one hand, rubbing your other thumb across the icing on his forehead. “Keep still, Lixie,” you say and don't quite notice his lips parting at the new nickname. You move further down, wiping the bits on his cheek off, and only then you meet his eyes. They're wide and filled with thousands of questions and insecurities. “You're okay?” you ask worriedly. 

Felix blinks at you before very slowly shaking his head. “I'm not okay,” he says, and you turn off the mixer, bathing the room in silence. 

“What's wrong?” you ask and want to pull your hand off his face, but his hand wraps around your wrist keeping you there. 

“I…,” he trails off, sinking deeper into your eyes, and you can see the sudden longing in them. It's pure and innocent, making you all dizzy the longer you look at him. “You're driving me nuts,” he confesses. 

“Breathe,” you tell him before experimentally brushing your thumb over his lips. He exhales shuddery, eyes fluttering close at your touch. “Can I kiss you?” you ask. 

“What?” he squeaks, eyes snapping back open. 

“You heard me,” you say and tilt your head at him. “Can I?” Felix gulps before nodding timidly. You close the distance between the two of you, and your lips brush against his. A soft, quiet sound escapes him and then you're cupping his face and kissing him. Felix melts into the kiss, body searching yours as he grips your waist and stumbles a little, shoving you against the kitchen counter. He pulls back only to catch his breath and presses his forehead against yours. “You're okay?” you ask again. This time, he nods. 

“Yeah,” he whispers with a soft smile. “I'm okay...”

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The Scars of Our Past

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**We’re here! This is the last chapter lovelies and I’m so sad/relieved that it’s done 😭😆 Thank you so much for all the love I’ve received on this, y’all are the reason I write 🫶🏻💕 Please leave me any and all feedback and thank you to those who followed through the entire journey! 🫶🏻💗 Those who find the completed story, please enjoy!**

Wolf shifter!Chan x OC witch!Aurelia; Wolf shifter!Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin & Jisung; Fox shifter!Felix & Jeongin; Druid emissary!Seungmin

(Featuring: Wolf shifter!Hongjoong, Mingi & Yunho, Black cat shifter!Seonghwa & San, Fox shifter!Yeosang & Wooyoung, Apprentice warlock!Jongho)

~Words: 6.2k

~Theme/au: non idol au, fantasy, supernatural themes, Skz and Ateez shifter!au, multi chapter, enemies to lovers, found family

~Warnings: violence, minor character death, slight angst

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The morning of the fifth day since the warlock’s departure, the growing elation in the shifters was stifled by the arrival of a messenger. It had been discovered that the invitation was faked even before they reached Lord Seokjin’s estate. The warlock’s fury had killed the plants and animals for several feet around him, immediately turning back to the castle, his will set on the punishment of those who would make a fool of him.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong ran to Aurelia’s room. They had only until the traveling party returned, only until then to get them all ready to escape and make sure Aurelia was finished with her spells.

The roots had traveled over most of the castle in the time they’d been away, the hallways and stairs lined with them, the largest ones growing up out of the grounds around the castle and into the foundations. Aurelia had enough magic woven through the walls that she knew when the messenger had arrived, almost becoming one with the roots themselves as she cast her spell. The panic she felt in the shifters was not mirrored in her, she found she was calm and confident in her power, knowing anything that happened now could only be in their favor.

As the two burst into her room, Aurelia had begun pulling herself from her magic sleep, awake enough to speak to them again.

“It’s alright, I had enough time.”

Her soft voice reassured them almost instantly, Hongjoong moving to look from the window into the courtyard below, Seonghwa sitting on the bedside and brushing her hair back as she slowly came to.

“We must hurry, little bird. The others are all getting ready, but the warlock could return at any time.”

She was sluggish as he helped her sit up, not moving for so long and the amount of energy she’d expended in her magic making her feel heavy, like her body was worn out from a long journey or days of hard work.

“Any time is now.”

Hongjoong’s ears were pinned in displeasure as he spoke, watching the warlock and Jongho ride through the front gate. Their former master’s face was filled with rage, not even stopping to observe the roots encasing his castle as he stormed through the front door. Jongho, however, gaped at the sight before him in awe. Never had he seen magic on this scale, the size of the root closest to him rivaling a tree trunk, the aura radiating off it as he moved to place his hand on it.

Aurelia looked up with a small gasp as she felt Jongho’s magic through the root. Her eyes glowed and a fond smile covered her face, her eyes slipping closed to speak to Jongho as she did to Seungmin.

‘Welcome back, baby bear.’

Jongho smiled in the courtyard, the nickname she’d given him all those years ago still tickling his heart.

‘I could say the same to you, noona. It’s been too long here without you, but now that I see what you’ve gained outside of this place, I’m glad you came to us when you did.’

‘Everything I learned in the time we were all apart was only meant for this day. The day that I would see you all again and finally have the courage and strength to return what you all did for me.’

Jongho shook his head, even though she couldn’t actually see him.

‘I’m sure you said the same thing to the others, and I hope they told you what I’m about to. You owe us nothing, noona. You took care of us, more than you take credit for, the entire time you were here with us. All of them would agree with me, you were the one who deserved to be free. Besides, our good choice will lead to our freedom in the end, so there is nothing to regret.’

Aurelia felt her eyes glisten with tears at Jongho’s words. Seonghwa had been right, the little boy she knew was absolutely still in there, though now he was much more eloquent.

‘Thank you, Jongho. I still wish to grant you all your freedom, but as one of you again and not the one being saved. I broke the spell on all of their collars, help them get out of the castle if you can.’

Jongho’s eyes widened at her words, again amazed at her strength, as he’d been attempting to break their collars for years.

‘I will, noona. Be careful, and give that cruel bastard everything he deserves.’

Aurelia’s eyes opened and her heart filled with angry determination as Jongho’s connection faded. Seonghwa and Hongjoong felt their moods boosted by her aura, the instinctual fear they held at the idea of facing the warlock fading into the back of their minds as she held her arms out for their help.

One of them under each arm, they pulled her from the bed and supported her between them. Her strength was returning at she came out of her dream state fully, standing steadily before they all started walking out of the room and down the stairs.

They made it to the bottom of the stairs and half way down the large hall before the shifters both froze, the sound of angry footsteps reaching their ears. They started to turn and lead her another way when she stopped them with a soft tug, the anticipation in her eyes worrying Seonghwa but encouraging Hongjoong.

The three of them braced for the arrival of the warlock, her eyes already glowing as she prepared to finally stand her ground against the monster of her past.

Twenty feet.

Aurelia’s heart was pounding, but no longer in fear.

Ten feet.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were both affected by her scent and the furious spike in her aura, their own anger flaring as their ears pinned back and they bared their teeth.

Five feet.

“No matter what happens, don’t attack him. Do you understand?”

Her low voice held a warning of danger if they disobeyed her, both of them nodding at her in understanding.

Zero.

The warlock turned the corner into the hallway with a flurry of his cloak. He stopped in anger and shock at the three that waited for him, his eyes landing on Aurelia with no less than murder swirling in them.

“You. You little bitch, what have you done?”

Aurelia found she could only smirk at him. Even his stature had fallen in the years she’d been away, his magic disgusting her and the thought of all he’d taken from them in their lives blinding her with hate.

“Only a taste of what you really deserve, you monster. There are scars on too many of the ones I love that should be repaid on you a thousand times over.”

The warlock sneered at her angry words.

“You think you have any power here, little girl? I think you’ll find I am not the only danger to you. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, kill her.”

She felt them tense on either side of her, the final test being placed on the effectiveness of her magic against the warlock’s. Aurelia only glared challengingly at him as his eyes widened, neither of the shifters moving to obey him.

“Kill her, now!” The warlock yelled almost hysterically, “What is wrong with you two?!”

Before any of them could respond, his dark aura shot towards them, fully intending on bending the shifters to his will once more. His face was twisted in anger and desperation, and in that moment Aurelia found a strength in her that only defending others could bring.

“NO!”

Roots shot from the walls and floor around them, grabbing onto the warlock at the furious shout she released. The dark aura was repelled with the strength of her own, Seonghwa and Hongjoong forced to take a step behind her with their ears pinned from the pressure as she stepped toward the warlock with her eyes glowing threateningly. The roots wrapped around him, securing his arms to his sides, tangling around his legs and bringing him to his knees, larger roots from the floor slowly wrapping around him like a snake engulfing it’s prey.

The two shifters looked on in awe as she advanced on him, her aura simmering around her, all trace of the scared little girl they used to defend from him gone in the wake of her power and anger. The warlock’s eyes were wide in panic, his struggle against the roots only serving to entangle him farther.

“Release me, you-,”

“No.” she growled. A root wrapped around his throat enough to silence him, his eyes bulging in true fear now. She towered over him in her fury, everything he’d done to her, everything he’d done to them, everything that she’d learned about what happened to Chan within these walls, all of this fueled her magic as the walls of the castle began to tremble.

Every shifter in the castle stopped, looking around on alert as they felt the change in the roots around them.

Aurelia stalked towards him, stopping an arms length from the man who tormented her for years, glaring down her nose at him as though he were a shit on the ground.

“No…I will not release you.”

Her quiet voice sent chills through Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Even though her tone was soft, magic and anger was laced into her voice, and the words she spoke echoed through the roots embedded all around the castle.

“I will not release you for all those you have imprisoned. I will not release you for every one of my brothers who suffered under your hand, for the scars I carry from the sting of your whip, for all of the innocent civilians who have cowered under the threat of your power.”

The rumbling around them grew louder, the floor beneath them shaking as the two shifters looked at each other nervously. Her voice grew, the sound trembling through the walls just as tremendously as her power.

“I will not release you until you have suffered the same! Death has always shrouded you, the fear of dying and the unknown keeping people beneath you, allowing you to impose your will on those who would fear you. But no more! Now you will bow to the will of another, the will of nature, and the will of all those who would see you gone from this world!”

The warlock screamed as her power reached its peak, the sound cutting off as the roots encased him completely. Her eyes glowed brighter, her head falling back as the rumbling around them escalated to the cracking and shattering of the entire castle.

Aurelia’s aura surrounded Seonghwa and Hongjoong, pulling them to her as the roots she had woven throughout the castle began to expand, twisting together as they grew. They crumbled stone and splintered wood as they wreaked havoc, joining into larger roots as they expanded into parts of the castle unseen.

The pressure around them had the shifters pressed close to her on either side, shielding her as much as her aura shielded them, their hands over their sensitive ears from the noise of the destruction.

Seonghwa noticed the lump of roots that had encased their master was getting smaller, disappearing into the roots snaked across the floor. Her aura faded slowly as the rumbling came to a stop, the hallway now unrecognizable as a simple corridor of thick roots leading to the outside.

She sighed as her magic disappeared along with the last trace of their master. Seonghwa and Hongjoong both reached forward to catch her as she fell, unconscious from the amount of magic she’d released but still breathing gently. Looking at each other steadily in the silence, they realized with a sick sense of pride that she’d killed him.

They were almost free.

****

The rest of their pack had taken advantage of the chaos. As soon as the walls began to crumble, the shifters ran swiftly towards the closest exit. Yunho and Mingi cleared a path for them as they all came into view of the large front door. Just before they reached it, the door was pushed open and Jongho waved at them, shouting for them to hurry.

Outside the castle, after he had spoken to Aurelia, Jongho had felt like he was being watched by one that didn’t belong in the courtyard. Looking to his right, he saw three shadowed figures watching him from within the largest roots. The one nearest him had his hand on the roots, like Jongho had before, and suddenly Jongho realized he’d heard the conversation between him and Aurelia. Motioning for them to come over to him, the three looked skeptical before slowly approaching him in the shadows.

“You’re here for Aurelia-noona, correct?”

The one who Jongho could tell wielded magic looked back at the others at Jongho’s hushed question.

After receiving a nod of approval from Chan, Seungmin turned back and answered Jongho’s question with a nod of his own.

“I heard you tell her that you would help the shifters inside escape. Why?”

The young warlock smiled gently at Seungmin, Chan and Minho sensing the sadness in him.

“They’re my brothers, and I have failed to free them for as many years as we’ve been here, so promising noona that I can help them after she did all the work to release them is the least I can do.”

The three nodded approvingly at Jongho. They all turned in shock at the feeling of the castle beginning to tremble.

“Seems noona is ready. Quickly, we have to get the gate open for the others.”

Jongho ran toward the front door, Chan and the others swiftly following him. Minho took down two of the guards quickly as they looked around in confusion, Chan taking out the guard near the gate wheel as Jongho’s eyes glowed while he moved the wheel to raise the gate.

Pushing the door open, he ushered his brothers through when they emerged from the castle as it began to crumble in earnest around them. Running farther into the courtyard, the eight shifters and two magic wielders turned to watch in amazement as the roots tore apart the castle’s foundation, shattered through windows and walls, and displacing every piece of structure in their way before twisting skyward and joining together to form a thick tree trunk that climbed slowly higher and higher before branching into a canopy.

Seungmin shook his head with a fond smile as he watched her wreak havoc. He remembered finding the spell she was using, the long conversation they’d had about it over tea had widened their view of how magic could be applied. To see how she used it now left him astonished, hoping with all his heart that he would see her again to ask her about it.

Humans poured from the town toward the castle as word of the spectacle spread, their shouts of awe and fear beginning to rise over the sounds of destruction. Minju looked on as one in awe, the forest consuming the dark castle seemingly a perfect end to the terrible history it held.

Slowly, the creaking and groaning of growing wood, the shouting of the townspeople, and the crumbling of stone was replaced with the eeriness of a heavy silence. In the place of the castle now stood a towering, twisted, fully grown oak tree.

Other than the pieces of the castle that were intertwined with the wood, the tree looked exactly like the one that had been the background of the shifter’s dreams, the sun streaking through the leaves scattering a serene feeling across them as they realized she was forewarning them this whole time.

The townspeople began murmuring amongst themselves again, the shifters still looking at her spell in awe but Chan turned to them, only focused on finding her. Scanning over them, his heart clenched when he didn’t see any familiar faces.

“Where’s Aurelia? Or Seonghwa and Hongjoong?”

Each shifter turned to him before looking around, Yeosang stepping forward with a shake of his head.

“They went to get Aurelia-noona out before she fully cast her spell. If they were helping her and they encountered our master again, they’re most likely still inside.”

“If the master found them, they could be in trouble.”

Wooyoung’s worried voice had Chan growing increasingly more anxious. Minho put his hand on Chan’s shoulder to calm him, Jongho’s next words aiming to do the same.

“They’ll be fine. Even if they encountered him, noona is far stronger than that sorry excuse for a warlock ever could have been.”

They all looked up at the former castle again, Chan still fighting the urge to go in and find them himself. He caught Minho’s eye, but before they could make any decision, some of the townspeople started shouting again. Turning to what was left of the front door, they all gasped to see Hongjoong and Seonghwa step into the sun, Aurelia limp in Seonghwa’s arms.

Aurelia.

Chan could sense her heartbeat from where he stood and it made him almost deflate in relief. Minho gripped his shoulder harder in support, Seungmin rubbing his hands over his eyes to stem his tears.

They moved with the other shifters towards the three by the gate, gathering around them more protectively as the shouts from the townspeople became suspicious and angry.

Any hope of a reunion right then was dashed by the people shouting for an explanation of what happened to the warlock, calling them ‘murderers and animals’ before even hearing their story. Their agitation grew, as it only could in a mob, before Jongho’s voice boomed across the crowd, amplified by his magic and echoing through the town.

“Silence!”

Stunned by the sound, the crowd fell into a heavy silence as Hongjoong stepped past Mingi and Yunho, patting them both on the back gently as he stood in front of the crowd, the voice of reason separating the townspeople from his people.

Looking around at all the faces they’d seen in the town over the years, all those who had also suffered under the warlock’s hand, Hongjoong felt the urge to free them as well and he spoke out loudly to them.

“Would you call a slave that killed their master, a murderer? Have we not all suffered in the deathly shadow of this forsaken castle? Though you weren’t trapped within the castle itself, I know there are many of you here now that have been cheated, stolen from, and tortured by the piece of shit that called himself lord of these lands.”

The others watched as the crowd shifted nervously, many of them murmuring and nodding in agreement with Hongjoong’s words. Chan was impressed, the Hongjoong he knew was much more timid than the one that faced an angry mob now.

“If it’s the town you’re worried for, don’t be.” Hongjoong held his hands up as he gestured to the shifters behind him.

“We have no desire to take over. Many of you will already be able to keep this town running even without the warlock, and we simply wish to leave in peace and move on with our lives.”

More murmuring ran through the crowd, but silence fell as Minju made her way towards the shifters. Yeosang offered her his arm with a small smile, moving to stand with her beside Hongjoong. She reached out and patted Hongjoong’s arm affectionately, he and the rest of the shifters relaxing slightly as she turned to address the townspeople.

“You all know he is right. They have been prisoners here for too many years, this is not their home and it is not their responsibility to look after it now. They’ve done us a service by releasing us from the unending darkness, and we will allow them to leave peacefully.”

Her stern tone and logic seemed to finally persuade the crowd, the tension dissipating as they all began to group up, some talking lowly about the changes to come, others forming teams to explore within the ruined castle.

The shifters all moved to the side, embracing each other with tears forming as they realized it was completely over. Seonghwa turned to the three who were not his brothers, a small smile on his face as he recognized the intimidating wolf shifter as the scared little Chan he used to know.

“It’s good to see you again…Chan-hyung.”

The others all quieted as Seonghwa spoke, Hongjoong stepping forward to clasp Chan’s hand as well. Chan gripped his hand back firmly, nodding in agreement with Seonghwa despite the circumstances that led to their reunion.

“And you. All of you. Though I’m sickened to think you’ve all been trapped here for so long.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “It’s in the past now. Through the wildest of coincidences, it seems all of our fates have been intertwined for many years. I have a feeling that whatever chance led you to meeting Aurelia, without it we might never have been reunited with her and she may not have had the strength to free us. Now we can only go forward. You seem to have moved on nicely from your past, hyung, and you helped her do the same. We’ll move on in our own time, but not by burdening you or your pack with it.”

Chan pondered his words, his brow furrowed as he wanted to argue with Hongjoong but he knew that it wouldn’t do any good. They needed to move on by helping each other and Chan knew better than anyone that his pack would only be an added stressor. He decided a little bit of help never hurt, though.

“At least come back with us until she wakes up. You can all stay in the protected clearing of her cottage until you decide where you want to go and what you want to do.”

The shifters all looked at each other questioningly before looking at their leader. Hongjoong gazed at Chan steadily for a moment, his eyes moving to Minho and Seungmin standing behind him, before landing on Aurelia. His eyes softened and he nodded.

“Alright, it’s a better plan than staying in this town any longer.”

Happy claps and wagging tails were seen all around and Minju couldn’t help the smile on her face at the sense of peace that swept through her as she watched them celebrate. Stepping forward to pat Hongjoong again, she said,

“All of you come with me to my cottage to get some provisions for the journey back. And take those hideous collars off, aren’t you all free now?”

The collared shifters all paused in shock as they realized she was right. Chan reached out and took Aurelia from Seonghwa, tucking her into his arms in relief, as they all reached up to their necks with shaky hands. One by one, they heard the clinking of metal and the thud of the collars hitting the ground, the last one landing with a certain finality that shuddered through Hongjoong.

Now they were free.

****

The journey back around the mountain seemed to pass faster than the first time. Despite the worry that ate at them all, Seungmin and Jongho assured the shifters that Aurelia was fine even though she was still unconscious. Her mind had reacted sluggishly to Seungmin’s own magic, proving that she was alright but extremely drained from the energy she’d given to free them.

Taking turns to carry her, the eight shifters and two magic users finally made their way back into a familiar territory.

Hongjoong and his pack stopped at the border at first, hesitating from the feeling of the powerful barriers Seungmin and Aurelia had constructed, but encouraging barks from Chan and Minho had them following again.

Chan led them through the barrier around her cottage, a sense of peace and an endless happiness welling up in him at the idea that she was home.

All of them shifted to stand upright, looking around in curiosity at Aurelia’s cottage and garden. Jongho followed Minho and Chan as he carried her into her bedroom, laying her gently in her bed before leaving to look around as well.

Leaning over her, Chan brushed her hair from her face and adjusted her head comfortably on the pillow. Minho was crouched next to her side, as though he were guarding her like he had been the entire journey back. Seungmin leaned over her as well, opposite Chan, his eyes glowing as his magic curled around Aurelia slowly.

Watching from the door to her cottage, Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared a warm look at the sight of them caring for Aurelia so deeply. They’d seen it in all three of them throughout the journey, the guilt Minho and Seungmin felt being palpable to the shifters more often than not. The thought that she had found a pack of her own should’ve struck jealousy into Hongjoong, he thought, but instead he just felt happiness for her.

Motioning Seonghwa outside, he looked off into the trees as he spoke softly.

“This is her true home, isn’t it Hwa?”

Seonghwa smiled gently, looping his arm through Hongjoong’s.

“Yes, I think it is. I know we all love her endlessly, but we can’t make her choose. We’ll stay here until she wakes up, and then we’ll decide where to settle from there. You know she won’t let us run too far away now, anyway.”

Hongjoong smirked at him then, knowing Seonghwa was right. They could work with Chan, and if he allowed them to, they would find a territory that was close enough so they could all visit her often. The thought of being allied with Chan’s pack made Hongjoong hopeful that they would be alright in this new place.

Minho emerged from her cottage behind them, gently clasping Seonghwa on the shoulder.

“I’m returning to our den to check on the rest of our pack. They’ll most likely all return with us, but do any of you want to go with me? Just another chance to run free.”

The two eldest shook their heads, about to politely decline his offer on behalf of them all, when Yeosang spoke up.

“Can I go? I’d love to see more of the area.”

Minho nodded, smiling at the fox shifter. His blond hair and ears had reminded Minho of Jeongin, but the soft nature Yeosang carried made Minho think of him more like Felix.

Hongjoong shook his head at Wooyoung before he even opened his mouth, knowing the fox wanted to go with Yeosang and Minho, but he would never put that kind of chaos on Minho to deal with alone.

Shifting to run, Minho and Yeosang took off into the forest. Suddenly having the urge to check something, Minho barked at Yeosang and turned towards the area where Aurelia had been captured. As they stopped near the clearing, Minho felt relief rush through him.

Nothing.

There was nothing in the clearing, no dense magic, no strange smell, no trap chains.

The magic areas seemed to have died with the warlock, meaning their territory was safe again. Minho couldn’t help but jump around in giddiness before barking at Yeosang again and taking off at full speed toward the den. Yeosang jumped excitedly too and took off after Minho with a happy yip, no idea why this place made Minho so relieved, but happy to be involved nonetheless.

Shifting back to two feet, Minho stopped just outside the entrance to the den. He had a wide smile on his face, unable to contain his happiness about being home. Yeosang felt his mood matching Minho’s unintentionally, his happiness incredibly contagious, and Yeosang wondered if his brothers would stay close enough to befriend this pack.

They hardly made it into the den clearing before Jisung and Felix practically bowled Minho over.

“Hyung!”

Minho’s laughter rang through the air, Changbin running to them as well while Jeongin helped Hyunjin stand.

“You’re back! Did you find her? Is everyone safe? Where’s Chan-hyung?”

They all rattled questions off faster than Minho could answer them, a pause only happening when they noticed Yeosang standing behind Minho and watching them warmly.

“Oh! Who’s that?”

All eyes turned to Yeosang, Felix’s question hanging between them. Minho took the chance to explain then, ruffling Felix’s ears before introducing Yeosang.

“This is Yeosang. He’s one of Aurelia-noona’s brothers.”

They gasped as he waved at them shyly.

“So you found her? You found them all?”

Minho nodded at Jeongin.

“We did. They’re all free and noona is safe. Come on, they’re waiting at her cottage with Chan-hyung and Seungmin. I’m sure we’ll all have lots to talk about when we get back.”

Felix and Jisung whooped in excitement, Changbin joining them and pulling them and Hyunjin into a very squished hug. Jeongin seemed at war with himself, though, Minho reaching over to put his hand on his back.

“What’s wrong, Innie?”

“Will she actually be happy to see me?”

Jeongin’s small voice made Minho’s heart ache. He held the same guilt as Jeongin and Seungmin about Aurelia being captured, but he and Seungmin had been able to reach some closure about it. They’d simply left Jeongin to deal with his guilt alone and Minho pulled him into a hug suddenly, needed him to know that it wasn’t his fault.

“Of course she will be, Innie. You know as well as I do that she would scold you for even thinking that. And she would scold us both for continuing to blame ourselves for something we couldn’t control, and that’s already been fixed.”

Jeongin nodded against Minho’s shoulder with a sniffle, the other boys patting him on the head or back in comfort. As they pulled apart, Minho ruffled Jeongin’s ears playfully, wiping the few tears off his face.

“Come now,” he said, “no more sad faces. We have a reunion party to get to.”

The boys all shouted happily again before shifting down and running towards her cottage, the elation in the air around them making everything in the forest seem just a little brighter.

****

Darkness again.

Aurelia was growing very tired of being unconscious all the time. Her vision had gone dark after the spell was completed, the magic of the forest that she’d summoned completely engulfing the castle and the one who owned it at the same time. She knew it had worked, her brothers were free, so why couldn’t she wake up? Why was she still stuck in this dark wasteland within her mind?

Time was endless and nonexistent in this wasteland, the only brief comfort she’d had was the fleeting touch of Seungmin’s mind. She’d tried to grasp onto his aura like an outstretched hand, but he’d slipped away, leaving her in the darkness once again.

The silence was pierced after an unknown time, the voice so quiet at first that she wasn’t sure she was actually hearing it.

‘Please…please come back.’

Aurelia felt familiarity and warmth bloom from the voice, it’s owner’s name scratching at the surface of her consciousness.

‘We’re all here, both packs, safe and waiting for you to come back to us.’

It was like a thread connecting her to the light. She pulled herself towards the voice, needing whoever it was to know that she was trying, she was trying so hard to come back.

‘I know you won’t let anyone apologize when you wake up, but I’m sorry Aurelia. I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop any of this from happening, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you or my pack, I’m sorry I let a magic user shatter our happiness.’

Chan.

Of course he would apologize for something that was entirely not his fault. The sheer audacity of him saying sorry to her seemed to be the last tug Aurelia needed to surface from her weakened state.

“You’re right.”

Aurelia’s soft, hoarse voice had Chan’s head snapping up to look at her, his heart pounding as she gently squeezed his hand that was holding her own.

“I won’t let you apologize.”

Her eyes slowly blinked open, her mumbled words bringing a disbelieving and relieved smile to Chan’s face. He dropped his head slightly to hide his tears, pressing his lips against her hand until she gently lifted him again to look at her.

“I mean it, Channie. This isn’t your fault. This was all meant to happen, our fates have been intertwined our whole lives, and now it’s led to all of us finding each other and being free.”

Chan gazed at her softly for a moment before taking her palm from his cheek and pressing his lips into it again.

“I won’t then, but you will hear an unending amount about how much I was worried for you. I already have seven children to deal with, never again are you allowed to go and get kidnapped.”

Her sparkling laugh was all Chan needed to be completely at peace again.

Helping her sit up against the headboard of her bed, he brushed her hair behind her ear again while still gazing at her softly. She returned his gaze and reached up again to cup his cheek. The magnetic pull they had was still there as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a feeling of coming home.

Gently he pulled back as he heard footsteps from outside her cottage, kissing the tip of her nose lightly as he whispered, “I missed you, beautiful.”

Aurelia smiled so brightly then, she felt her cheeks would stick that way. Happy tears gathered in her eyes, tears that only worsened as the door to her cottage burst open and she was met with the sight of his entire pack rushing to greet her.

“Noona! We missed you so much!”

Her laugh was watery as Felix, Jisung, and Changbin threw themselves into her bed around her, Felix immediately being wrapped tightly in her arms, his tears finally triggering her own as they held each other.

“I missed you all too, so much.”

Her voice was muffled by Felix’s shoulder, but Aurelia still looked up, trying to find the eyes of the others. Hyunjin stepped forward and patted her head gently, her hand reaching out to grasp his arm.

Aurelia turned her head to see the three who’d seen her last. Minho and Jeongin had their heads bowed slightly, tension in their shoulders, Seungmin smiling at her but there was sadness in his eyes.

Gently sitting Felix back, she reached out for them. Seungmin immediately took her hand, sitting next to Changbin on the edge of her bed. Minho hesitated slightly, but she gave him a playfully serious glare that had him rolling his eyes fondly and taking her other hand. He crouched next to her, squeezing her hand gently in understanding before releasing her hand so she could reach out to Jeongin.

The fox still had his eyes downcast, his ears pinned back as he wrestled with his guilt. Chan reached up to pat his shoulder as she spoke.

“Innie? Please look at me.”

Timidly, Jeongin looked up to meet her eyes, still afraid that he would see anger or distrust in them. He’d left her behind, he was supposed to protect her and instead she’d gone through hell because she protected them.

Aurelia could almost feel the conflict in him, realizing that when Chan had apologized to her, he was speaking the heart of his pack. She was determined to make him understand that she didn’t blame him for anything.

The smile that lit her face when Jeongin met her eyes melted any anxiety he held. He realized he was stupid to think that she would hold any resentment towards him, or any of them. With tears in his eyes now, Jeongin stepped forward and dropped into her arms with a poorly restrained sob, her hug healing the despair he’d felt in the weeks they’d been gone.

“None of you have anything to apologize for.” She spoke softly to them all, holding Minho and Seungmin’s eyes. “If anything, I have to apologize to you all for bringing danger to your home. The warlock was hunting you, he found me on accident, but his endless search for me even brought him this far in the first place.”

Aurelia looked up at Chan then, realizing that his fears from when they’d first met had actually come true, even if it was in a roundabout way.

Chan was shaking his head before she could even start.

“You scolded me for apologizing for things we couldn’t control, eat your own words. We’ve come to know who you are, Aurelia, the past you and I share, and the bonds you’ve built each of us. All of that is worth even the slightest danger that we could face. And he didn’t find us because of you. He was a greedy, cruel, selfish bastard who would stop at nothing to put anyone beneath him and I have no doubt he would have found us eventually. Without you, though, we never would have known who he was and most of us could have ended up like Hyunjin, or worse.”

The boys all agreed with him, her own eyes teary as she looked at them all fondly.

“Fine. No one’s apologizing to anyone. I’m just glad to be home.”

She hugged Jeongin and Felix again tightly, the others gathering her into a group hug as Chan felt like his heart would explode.

Yes, she was home.

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💚 make you feel my love - adele added by @lieslovefantasy!

(stray kids x reader) | angst the boys help and rescue their fellow member through one of the hardest things she's had to do, all over again, grieve.

Play again?

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🖤 maniac - stray kids added by @crabrangoongirl25!

(cyborg!bang chan x reader) | angst | fluff when he finds a baby abandoned, lonely, left to suffer in this dystopian world, he swears to become it's protector.

Show Sorsha some love

Coming Soon ↳ tag list open

What's your Fanfic Fantasy

This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

I've reworked my very first fanfic into a reader insert experience, so this story may be familiar to some of my earlier readers.

↳ sneak peek of chapter 1.

“So…do you enjoy reading them?” Chan smirks as he asks this. He's such a cheeky bastard. He wasn’t talking about stories in the media, or news articles, or interviews. Nope. He was talking about erotic fan fiction. Smut. About him. About him and his rock band SKZ. And that you've been reading it.

“So what you are saying is,” he focuses his eyes back on you “that you can’t picture Jisung fucking you?”  “Yes,” you declare. Really! What are you doing?  “and it’s so fucking annoying.” you add. Amusement washes over Chan’s face and his eyes dart over your shoulder again. You get a sense that something isn’t quite right. He leans in close to your ear. His breath is hot against your neck and cheek. Fuck he’s close. Fuck he smells good. “Jisung thinks that’s so fucking annoying too.” It was barely a whisper. He pulls away from your ear and gestures behind your shoulder. “Don’t you, Jisung?”

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I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING 🥹😭

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

I just need to spout off to the world, and all my lovely mooties, that I am engaged!

Ahhhhh you're too sweet!! We do need to talk more for sure. And I can't wait until the day you request something from me (even though I'm very slow at writing)

MY LOVELY MOOTIES

@writingforstraykids

Nat my sweet lil pup, I am so very glad I met you even if we don't get to talk all that much with how different our schedules are. Just know i will always think your ideas and fics are amazing *hint* a thousand moments *hint.* You are my pup🐶, my german pookie💜 and one of my best friends. 1/2 of the Aussie line for our friend group and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you pookie 💜

@atinyniki

Niki my sweet lil sunshine you always know how to motivate me an make me feel better when I feel down. I will always be there to hug you, dry your tears and be your biggest hype person. You can count on that. You can always come to me when ever you need to vent, never worry about scaring me off (trust me you won't.) my lil bear🐻. my precious sunshine☀️💚. Best friend number 2 and the other half of the Aussie line for our friend group. Love you too bits 💚

@skzoologist

Zehina my lil shadow potat. I know a lot of the time you like to lurk but just know I am always here if you ever need someone to bounce ideas off of or just ramble in general. Your writing and art is amazing and I honestly can not wait to see what you come up with next. You are my sweet dumpling and I will always be there to hype you up and hug you when you need it. My lil potat💕. My sweet dumpling🥟. Best friend number 3 an Jinnie of our friend group.

@galaxycatdrawz

Azzy Azzy Azzy, my adorable menace you have helped me in more ways than I can even express, weather it be ideas for things I have in the works or just ideas for things in life in general your always there to hype me up or just be your adorable menace self. Never change sweet kitty I love you just the way you are. My sweet nebula kitty😻🌌. My adorable menace😼🩶. Best friend number 4 an 2min😼🩶😻 of the friend group.

@palindrome969

Pretty Pali 🪷 I remember the first time we interacted, you loved the fact that i read so much of nats fics. Ever since you have been the sweetest bean. I still need to make a request for something from you at some point (when my brain isn't fried lol) I am so very glad I met you even if we don't talk a lot (we need to talk more 😂) your the best pretty!

@double-knxtt

My lil sun, you are a wonderful writer and an amazing woman. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. If they do i will fight them. I still plan on sending you more skz pics as soon as possible 😂 Remember I am always here for you when ever you need me. That's a promise.

@straykidsholicleigh

Little moon, we met when I was scrolling and saw someone sent you hate about Hyunjin (like who even does that he is amazing!) we bonded over our love for Jinnie and I have spammed you with soo many of his pics lol. I have been here through all the hate, an I'm still here. Remember I told you to block the haters an keep being a badass. Also your writing is amazing (stop saying it sucks or else 🔪) Unnie is always here for you little moon 🌙

Will add more at a later date 💝💘💌

Can always count on @daydreams-after-dark

Scientist Chan part 3 of ∞

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader (with special guest Prof. Lee Minho)

↳ Scientist Chan Masterlist ↳ tag list : open

Scientist Christopher is conducting sex experiments on you. Join him as he tests your limits, bringing in his colleagues along the way, holding presentations and demonstrations. This is unhinged and wild, and will contain a lot of adult only content. Please check content warnings on each instalment.

In part 1, Chris introduced sexual intercourse into the experiment, which was a success.

In part 2, he explored your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduced anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho

Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Part 3 Summary: Professor Lee Minho visits to assist with the experiment of double penetration.

A/n: I’m back with another scientist experiment. Although I’m starting to think it might not be a legit experiment 😵‍💫 I hope you enjoy this instalment… I’m nervous 🫣

CW: where do I start? 😵‍💫 cum eating, vaginal and anal penetration (dildos and penises), forced orgasms, cream pie, rough sex, scientific (not really) situation, videotaping sexual acts, double pen, squirting, oral sex (m and f rec), restraints (strapping down onto bed, ball gag), stretch kink, size kink, I hope I haven’t forgotten anything.

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"You wanted to see me, Chris?" you say as you enter his office-slash-experiment room.

He looks up from his notes and gives you a tired smile. "Yes," he taps the couch beside him, gesturing you to take a seat.

Wordlessly, you sit down beside him.

"Now, tomorrow Professor Lee will be visiting." he begins. You shift in the seat. You're nervous, but excited about what is going to happen.

"I wanted to reassure you that all the regular rules will still be in place. You have your safeword and gestures, and we will ensure we don't push you too far before you're ready." he looks you in the eye. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know that, yes?"

You nod. "Yes, Chris. I know. I understand. But... how are you feeling about this? Sharing your experiment with someone? Letting another researcher touch your test subject?"

Chris looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "I've been really looking forward to it. But to be completely honest with you I'm also nervous. So far it's just been you and me." he reaches out to hold your hand. "I'm not sure how I am going to go with sharing. But at the same time, we need other's to know about our experiments."

You nod in agreement. "So," you slide onto your knees on the floor in front of him. "Tell me what I should expect of tomorrow's activities." you purr, reaching for his belt. This isn't experiment time, so you're free to do whatever you feel like. Right now, you want to ease Chris's tension.

"Well," he says shakily, watching you slowly unclasp his belt and then pop the button on his trousers. "We'll set up the cameras. All angles this time. Professor Lee will...ngh...fuck...arrive." You free his semi hard cock from the confines of his trousers. "He'll be bringing some devices...god...your mouth...so warm...He wants you restrained while he inspects you and prepares you for his cock...yeah, like that...good girl..."

You take him into your mouth as far as you can, while stroking the remainder of his length with your hand.

"The goal...ngh...for you to take two cocks...fuck... so good..."

You take your time pleasuring Chris, making him feel good. You love the sounds he makes when you give him head. You love when he surrenders to you, letting you do whatever you want to him.

You take him even deeper into your mouth. You know he loves the feeling of being lodged in your throat.

“Ngh…I’m fucking close, Babygirl. Gonna..”

You sit back on your knees and open your mouth wide as he stands and strokes himself, painting your tongue in his thick white cum. He reaches down and closes your mouth.

"Swallow." he says softly. You do, then open your mouth to show him you’ve swallowed everything he’s given you.

"Good girl."

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"Good afternoon, Chris. Good to see you." Professor Lee is handsome, and you relax slightly when you see him. He’s young, like Chris, with almond shaped eyes and dark brown hair.

"This must be your lovely test subject. Pleased to meet you young lady." He shakes your hand. "It's nice to finally put a face to the pussy." he smirks. "Shall we set everything up?" he turns to Chris.

The two men waste no time setting up the lighting and the cameras around the examination bed. They fashion an overhead camera to capture everything from a birds-eye view, another camera that will capture your facial expressions, a few that will film everything going on below the waist, and a hand held camera for close ups.

"Put this around your neck." Chris slid a microphone around your neck. The only thing you were wearing.

You catch a glimpse of Professor Lee unpacking his devices and see him retrieve two large dildos. One was extremely long and clear, with the entire length covered in ridges. The other was extra thick and also very long.

You glance at Chris to see an unhinged expression on his face, and it makes you want to be a good little test subject for them.

"Okay, lay down. Professor Lee needs to do his own inspections and tests before we begin." Chris pats the bed.

You do as instructed, laying down flat on the bed, while Chris explains to Lee that the end section of the examination table can be detached and removed for ease of access.

"Okay, open your legs for me and hold them up." Professor Lee instructs, and he removes the end of the bed. He sits himself on the swivel stool that Chris often uses, and takes in the sight before him.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." he swallows hard. He pushes down on the underside of your thighs with the palms of his hands, and uses his thumbs to spread your labia. You try not to moan.

He runs a thumb up your slit and lifts the hood of your clitoris. "Everything is perfect." he mumbles.

He grabs his camera to take a few photos of your pussy, then sets it down.

He turns to Chris. "I need to try something. Pass me one of your vibrators." he stretches out his hand impatiently, and Chris hands it to him.

He turns it in to the highest setting but he doesn't touch you with it. Instead, he just spreads your lips open and waits.

"Chris. You need to be filming this. If what you say you've noticed is correct we should be seeing...Yes...Yes, there it is. See the arousal oozing out of her!" he says excitedly.

You know what they're talking about. As soon as the vibrator had been turned on, your cunt was clenching. Your breath had quickened, and you desperately felt the need to be filled.

"She's aroused by just the sound. Let's see if she'll climax."

Both men watch you intently as you feel an orgasm building. Your mind can’t help but imagine them fucking you with the vibrator. Better yet, one of them fucking you with their cock while pressing the vibrator to your clit.

"She's close." Chris states as you start to writhe on the bed and grind your hips against nothing.

"Please...need to come." you whimper.

"Come for us. Nobody's stopping you." Lee says.

"C-can't...need more..." you cry.

"Come for us or else we'll abandon the experiment." he growls.

"Oh...fuck...ngh..." Your back arches off the bed as you sob through the most frustrating orgasm of your life.

"Yes... good girl." Lee praises, and releases his hands. "Did you take note of the timing etc?"

Chris nods. "Yes. Now for the restraints. Y/n, this next experiment is to monitor your body's reaction to being stimulated whilst under a captive situation. We'll be strapping you down to the bed." He explains as the two scientists fix a strap across your chest and abdomen, with your arms tucked into your sides, so that you can't lift off the bed.

Your legs are tied up into the standard stirrups you have used before, so you're spread open wide.

Finally, a ball gag is secured in your mouth, then another, small strap secures your head to the bed. You're not sure why you need a microphone at this point, but figure they want to capture any sound you make, whether it's muffled or not.

You can't move or speak, but a little buzzer is placed in your hand if you want to stop anything that is happening to you.

The scientists work silently. You're not sure what they are doing until finally you feel something press against your ass. You assume its a dildo covered in cold lube, and you silently gasp when you feel it breach your rim. A thumb rubs your clit gently as the dildo pushes in a tiny bit further. They don't rush, taking their time to insert the dildo bit by bit. From what you can tell, it's the ribbed dildo, and your eyes roll into the back of your head just imagining it penetrating you.

Deeper and deeper you feel the dildo filling you, and tears prickle your eyes. How much more are they going to push inside? You moan and try to move against the restraints.

"You have your buzzer if you need." Chris reassures you. "You're doing so well. This is the deepest you've ever taken anything. It's longer than my cock."

"Just a little more." Lee states as he gives the dildo one last push. "There we go."

It's so deep you're not sure if this is even safe anymore, but your worry turns to pleasure as soon as you feel a warm, wet mouth on your pussy. A tongue swirls around your vaginal opening and then licks at your clit. You're sure its Professor Lee, and when he growls against you know for sure.

As he laps at your pussy hungrily, his tongue reaching for the depths of your cunt, you start to sob. This is going to be too much. You're not going to survive this experiment. You're already reduced to a quivering mess and they've barely started.

Lee tugs on the dildo, allowing it to slip out part way, then pushes it back inside you. Once, twice, and you're fucking coming all over his face. Who is this man?

Lee laps up your arousal, mumbling at the taste and how hard it's making him, then his mouth is gone.

It's so hard to breath with your mouth gagged like this, trying to get as much oxygen through your nose as possible. You've barely recovered from your orgasm when you feel another device, this time at your vagina. The thick dildo.

"She's so tight from her orgasms it's hard to push in." Lee comments.

"That happens, you just need to put some force behind it." Chris advises.

"hmmmmm!" You push against the restraints again, as you're stretched open with the dildo.

"Shh... Babygirl. We wouldn't have pushed so hard if we didn't think you could take it." soothes Chris, stroking your thigh.

You relax slightly at his touch and Lee is able to push the dildo in a little further.

He gives you some time for your body to adjust, and then starts to fuck you gently with both dildos.

You're so full, so stretched. The dildos are so deep inside you. But as Lee fucks you with them slowly and relentlessly, you feel the pleasure building once more.

"Get right in with the camera, Chris. We need to document this in as much detail as possible. Note her quivering legs. She'll almost at her limit. Do you think you've prepared her well enough for both our cocks?"

A moment’s silence passes.

"She's ready." Chris announces.

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Chris is lying on his back on the examination bed. He’s fully naked, so nothing can obstruct the view of what is about to unfold. "You need to straddle me." he gestures for you to climb on top. "We're just going to start with one cock, that's it, slide down on it...yes..." he says with a strained voice.

Professor Lee stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock as he watches you ride Chris. "She swallows you up perfectly." he states as he grabs your hips and guides you up and down Chan's cock.

"Her cunt's moulded to the shape of my cock, that's why." he puffs.

"Hmm, well when I'm done, her ass will be moulded to the shape of mine." he presses the tip of his lubricated cock to your ass.

The ball gag has been removed now and you're free to make all the noise you want. You're already whimpering from the anticipation of being fucked by two men at once.

You're held still as Lee presses himself into you. "Good girl. Good girl. Relax for me. That's it. You're opening up. Mmm...tight little ass, stretching so well." he hisses.

You nestle your head in the crook Chris's neck. His strong arms hold you close against him.

You’re an absolute puddle of a mess. Your body is weak and pliable, and you’re mumbling incoherently between sobs. All you can think about is how aroused you are, and how incredible it feels to be experimented on like this.

You grip Chris’s arms as Lee very slowly inches his way into your ass.

“We’ve got you.” Chris reassures you. “So good taking two of us. Tell us, how does it feel?”

“It…it’s so much. I’m so full. You’re gonna split me in two…please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Talk to us.” He strokes your hair affectionately.

“Please…fuck me…love the…stretch…don’t stop fucking me.” you try to push back against the cocks, making Lee growl enthusiastically.

He grips your hips, and does his best to move faster and thrust deeper. It’s not as vigourous as it would be if it was just his cock, and you wonder what it might feel like if he wasn’t restricted by Chan inside you. Then you wonder what it might feel like if they both fucked the same hole.

“Harder… make me come!” You can’t help yourself. You want to be completely wrecked by the end of this.

“She likes it rough, perhaps?” Ponders Lee. “Maybe we should do a separate experiment exploring her pain tolerance. Kim Seungmin’s specialty.”

The two scientist’s do their best to fuck you hard, but they are slowed down by how tight the fit is. Nevertheless, all three of you are on the verge of climaxing, and it doesn’t take long for Chris to empty himself inside you with a long deep growl.

With a flick of a button, Lee lowers the bed, adjusting the height, as he guides you off Chris’s cock so you’re kneeling on the bed. You think your legs are going to give way, but the professor is strong, holding you up with ease.

“You want it harder, hmm? Well brace yourself, kitten.” He slams into your ass, over and over.

“I’ll get a specimen jar ready, she might squirt.” Chris says excitedly as he slips out from under you.

He holds a jar nearby as Lee continues to fuck your brains out. The slapping sound of skin on skin is nothing short of brutal, and you’re practically screaming from the impact.

“Fuck! Fuck! Coming!!!!” You sob as your orgasm hits, and as predicted, you squirt all over the bed.

“Got some.” States Chris.

But the thrusting hasn’t ceased. If anything, Professor Lee has lost his mind chasing his own orgasm, relentlessly pounding into you.

“Fuck!” He moans and comes deep inside your ass, emptying every last drop inside your warmth.

————-

You’re cleaned up and allowed to dress, as the scientists furiously jot down notes of their observations while it’s still fresh.

Then you’re sat down for a debrief and to report your experience of the experiment. The men take down everything you say, as well as record your responses on camera.

After much discussion between Chris and Professor Lee, they decide you are ready for two new experiments.

“We believe you’re ready for double vaginal penetration.” Chris advises.

“And also to explore pain and degradation with Dr Seungmin.”

“How do you feel about that, Babygirl?”

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No! Cece you bitch! You can't leave me like this!

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 4 — ANARTIA AMATHEA

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“Jisung…” you curse yourself for calling him by his name. “Please, finish what you started.”

“Whatever you ask for, baby,” he says. “Come on, spread your legs for me. Be a good girl, will you?”

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, protected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), slightest spit play, (1) pussy slap, name calling such as doll, baby, good boy, praise kink ], consumption of alcohol and cigarettes, anxiety attack

[ words ]: 6.8K

[ note ]: Spoiling you with the next chapter very soon since I didn't post one last week. I hope you will enjoy it :) If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

“Answer me, Y/N,” your brother repeats, his voice filled with anger. “Are you in there with Jisung?!”

Your heart stops. At this very moment. It’s ridiculous, really. You don’t even get why Minho has any issue with anything potentially happening between his best friend and you. You’re adults. Basically, Jisung and you have hated each other your whole life, but the pretty marks on your neck that he’s created there just mere seconds ago might beg to differ.

The man who’s inside the little room with you instantly sees the panic in your eyes, all while he’s trying his best to not lose his own mind. He’s never wanted to go this far. Never. But how can he resist when you look at him like this? When you’re the one he wants to hold, to cherish, to love for the rest of his life?

Okay, God, no need to get sentimental. It’s not like Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds him in here with his little sister, right?

“Open the fucking door, Han,” Minho spits from the other side of the room.

Your jaw clenches and your eyes widen, while they search for the gaze of the man in front of you.

“Hey, listen to me,” Jisung whispers, “this sounds ridiculous but there’s a hidden connection from this storage room to Hyunjin’s bathroom. Here, behind the boxes.”

He’s been here a couple of times before, although he’s not Hyunjin’s biggest fan. However, he remembers this weird but useful detail of the floor plan of this unit.

“You want me to just sneak into the bathroom and pretend I wasn’t in here with you? What if I walk in on someone?” you talk back.

Jisung shrugs his shoulders, “Well, it’s either this or facing the consequences of talking to your brother. And by that I mean that I die.”

“I’m sure there’s a way we can explain–“

“I’d love to live, Y/N,” he interrupts you, his voice sounding way more serious than you think would be necessary. You’re sure you can solve this like adults. “He made a stupid agreement with me when we were teenagers, that you were off the table.”

How… dumb.

“That’s so fucking stupid,” you say, scrunching your eyebrows together. Why on earth would they do that? And it lets your mind wander further—why did they even have to make that in the first place? Was there ever a threat of Jisung going that far?

“Yeah, I know, but we don’t have any seconds left to discuss this, come on, go to that damn bathroom,” he tells you.

It seems as if you have no choice. No matter how much you hate Jisung and how stupid your brother is, if they make a dumb contract like this, it’s their issue to solve.

“Okay, okay, boss. Then you go handle him on your own, Jesus Christ.”

You slowly push the boxes aside and crawl over them, trying to make as little noises as possible. Guardedly, you open the hidden door that is supposed to lead you to the bathroom. When you tilt your head a bit, taking a last glimpse at Jisung, he winks at you and blows a kiss in your direction. You roll your eyes and disappear.

A second later, you’re standing inside the bathroom, all the lights turned on.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Can a man not cry alone in his own bathtub?” the owner of the apartment says.

“Fucking hell, Hyunjin, what on earth are you doing here?”

Your friend is sitting there, a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other that he must have forgotten to light. You pull out a lighter from your dress’ pocket and hand it to him. Hyunjin thanks you with a nod before he brings the flame to the object that’s placed between his lips.

“I could ask you the same,” he says, taking a drag. “Was Jisung so bad at fucking that you had to escape?”

“No, you idiot,” you say, nudging him playfully. “My brother cockblocked the whole thing and he can’t see me with his best friend under any circumstances.”

“Ah, okay,” he says. “I hope you didn’t make a mess in my storage room.”

Hyunjin and your friendship is… you don’t even know. You’re not that close and he flirts with you too much for you to not get annoyed about it—especially considering that he’s dating the girl that your brother seems to like—but he’s a creative mind like you are. A bit dramatic, but that’s a nice contrast to your other friends. It’s easy to talk to him about any topic.

“And what are you doing? Isn’t this supposed to be your welcome back party?” you question him.

“Hm, the girl I love just broke my heart,” Hyunjin says, staring in the distance.

“Felix’s roommate?”

“Yup. I’m too drunk to question why you know that she likes me,” he giggles, taking another drag from his cigarette, “but, yup, I fucked things up. I’m an immature idiot that isn’t ready yet for anything serious and I took it out on her. She likes you brother by the way. But someday I’ll manage to move on and be happy for them.”

“Wow,” you reply, “I’ve never heard such… wise words coming from your mouth.”

He doesn’t reply to your sentence but smiles when he randomly says, “Jisung likes you, you know.”

You roll your eyes, “I take my last sentence back.”

“Anyone can tell, Y/N. You guys are a perfect match,” Hyunjin adds, genuinely meaning it. “I might not be good at this… feelings thing and I apologise for sending that incomprehensible text last night—I was drunk—but go for it. Trust me.”

“You’re very trustworthy, Hyunjin, especially right now,” you sarcastically reply.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts and I’m a genius,” he says, holding his arms up, right before he accidentally slides down a bit and lands with his back on the cold bathtub surface.

You hold back a laugh, before you get up and reach for his arm. The cigarette is still dangling from his mouth, when you bring him back to a sitting position.

“Thanks for the talk, Hyunjin. I’m gonna go outside now and face my brother,” you announce, rolling your eyes. He gives you a soft smile and waves at you, before he watches you exit the bathroom.

At the other side of the door is a very angry Minho. You get that he’s overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening, especially tonight with his girl and Hyunjin. However, he doesn’t deserve to take that anger out on you.

“What do you think you’re doing? In there? With Hyunjin? After that asshole betrayed me like–“

“I was just there for him, chill,” you spit back.

“Hm, because that bastard deserves that,” Minho says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. At least he doesn’t suspect anything between you and Jisung anymore, as it seems.

“Your love life isn’t any of my business, okay? But Hyunjin is my friend and because of that, I will hold him accountable for the mistakes he makes so he can learn from them. It’s called communication. You should try it, Minho,” you tell him, hoping he catches the hint.

Your brother rolls his eyes and guides the two of you to the front door, “Whatever, I’ll bring you home.”

Talking to Jisung would be great. There’s so much left unspoken but you’re, first, not ready yet and, second, don’t plan on drawing any suspicion again. So, you decide to just follow your brother and call it a night. No matter how abrupt it is.

“Why did you come back anyway?”

“I thought… I thought she was still here,” Minho admits.

“Oh, okay. I hope you guys can solve things,” you tell him, meaning it.

“I’m sure we can,” your brother says with a hopeful smile. “So, Jisung and you? Nothing happened?”

You gulp but he doesn’t notice. “No, there’s nothing between us. I’m disgusted that you would even think that.”

“Glad to hear the world hasn’t fully turned upside down yet,” your brother jokes before he guides you out of the door.

In the corner of your eyes, you find Jisung standing there, looking at you with those big brown puppy eyes. He will be the death of you. And you will be the death of him.

“So, you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you and my sister?”

Jisung has been on Minho’s balcony for five minutes and it’s been feeling like a full interrogation since the beginning.

“Why are you even asking that, Minho?”

Well, there is a reason he’s asking that. And Jisung is aware of it. Still, he tries to gain some time with his questions.

“Because when I came back to the party looking for… you know who, Yeonjun said that you and Y/N disappeared to the storage room,” he explains.

God, why did Yeonjun have to tell Minho that?

“Yeah, because of Truth or Dare,” Jisung says, playing it cool while losing his mind on the inside.

“Well, did something happen or not?” Minho questions him, staring into his eyes. It’s been some years since they talked about a potential relationship between you and Jisung. When they were teens, Minho caught up on the fact that Jisung had a crush on you—that’s when they made their contract. Since that day, your brother’s best friend wasn’t allowed to think of you as anything more than Minho’s little sister anymore. Maybe that’s why he kept distancing himself, apart from the rivalry that’s been there for over fifteen years now.

“Why are you so interested in this?” he asks him, genuinely trying to figure this out. There’s no way that Minho still views this whole situation like he used to when they were teens. He understood his reasons back then—you’re his younger sister, Jisung is his best friend. If things didn’t work out—how it usually is between teenagers—Minho would be in the most shitty situation, especially if it ended on bad terms.

But you’re grown ups now. And Jisung knows that he would never break your heart if you would let him conquer it.

Besides that, he can’t control that he fell for you twice. Which is embarrassing enough. He still can’t believe that you obviously have to be the girl from the Discord server and the fact that he developed feelings for you again has to prove a point, right?

“Because she’s my sister, Han, I don’t want her to… to get hurt,” Minho explains.

“Oh, so you don’t trust me, hm?”

“That’s not what I meant. She’s never had a boyfriend before and–“

“You’re still playing older protective brother? There’s nothing going on between us, okay? And I get that you want to protect her because you love her. But she’s an adult. She’s living her life and I’m sure you only know half of whatever she’s doing with men,” Jisung defends you. Minho doesn’t even know the whole story about your ex, he realises too.

“God, you make it sound as if I’m a control freak. She told me about her crush, by the way. Some guy she’s been chatting with. I reacted very normally to that. And I don’t want you to confuse her when she’s already with someone that seems to be very good to her,” Minho explains further.

The younger one holds back a chuckle. He’s competing against himself. God, if Minho only knew. Well, Jisung is still in shock too although in the back of his mind he isn’t surprised. It all makes sense now.

“So you want a best brother of the year award? What’s this about?”

Minho rolls his eyes, “Forget what I said. Just remember that we had an agreement. And seeing my sister happy the way she’s been acting whenever she’s texting on her phone has made me so happy too. Don’t go and destroy whatever she’s been building up with that mysterious guy.”

“Hm, sure. I don’t understand this, but sure…” Jisung says, rolling his eyes.

“The agreement, Han,” Minho reminds him. “You promised me to never get involved with her because… what if you guys don’t work out? Am I supposed to decide between my best friend and my sister? I’m not playing protective alpha brother, but I’m having a rational view on this situation.”

Jisung gets his point. He truly gets it. But it’s so unfair that Minho decides over a situation that involves mainly Jisung and you that could happen. This isn’t even real. They’re arguing about something that isn’t real. Maybe Minho should change his major and study philosophy.

“A situation that doesn’t exist, okay? I told you, there’s nothing between us,” Jisung reminds him. Because technically there isn’t, right? It was just some kiss. Sure, you confessed your feelings for his online persona, but this doesn’t mean that you like the real Jisung too.

“Okay, good. That’s all I needed to hear,” his best friend finally says.

“Great. Now that we solved that, we’re gonna talk about the actual reason for you anger?”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole Hyunjin scene. Your girl,” Jisung reminds him.

“It’s nothing,” Minho replies, avoiding eye contact.

“Jesus Christ, go talk to her, Min,” his best friend tells him, unable to watch the suffering playing in front of his eyes.

Jisung knows that his best friend might project his anger on his best friend. It’s not fair, that’s for sure. But he will help him out of this.

You’re almost done with packing your stuff. Even twelve hours later, you still can’t believe what happened last night. Jisung and you kissed. No, screw that. You made out, his fingers went under your dress and inside of you.

By now you’re pretty sure that he’s j.0ne. And you’re also sure that he knows that you’re baby_butt3rfly.

Your brain still needs some time to process this whole thing.

Jisung was the one to text you on Discord first. Jisung was the one who was there for you during nights of you crying about Seojun. He is the one who’s made you come almost every night during the past weeks. He is the one you send all your nudes to. Jisung is the one that you subtly asked to be your boyfriend.

Wait…

This also means that the drunk girl he took care of was… was you.

You were jealous of yourself this whole time?

This is the dumbest shit of the century. And absolutely hilarious.

The 99% chance of j.0ne and Jisung being the same person is what keeps your mood up high and your feelings confused. You don’t wanna think further for now. Not rush things, don’t read too much into it. Future-Y/N can deal with the consequences of tonight.

All you need are two things—first, meet j.0ne in real life to finally see his true identity, second, allow him to continue where you left off last night and let him rail you into oblivion.

You’re gonna have sex with Jisung. Your brother’s best friend. The man you’ve been crushing on for possibly ten years now. Your longtime rival and so-called enemy. God, this feels as if you’re caught in the most cliche fanfic.

You reach for your phone once you’re done with packing and read the latest message you received.

[ j.0ne 🐿️ ]: Let’s meet in the hotel room. Finish what we started.

You chuckle.

[ baby_butt3rfly 🦋 ]: Fine. I’ll go there first. Just come in once you’re there. 

When you enter the hotel that j.0ne has chosen for you, you wonder where that guy gets his money from but you don’t question it. It’s amazing, definitely the most astonishing place you’ve ever been to for a night. Once you reach the hotel’s reception, a kind woman greets you and hands you the keys after you mention your name.

Entering the elevator, you finally get a minute to yourself, able to catch your breath.

You’re meeting him.

If the unlikely situation occurs that j.0ne isn’t who you suspect him to be, you dearly hope things won’t get awkward. But with the way he texted, you’re sure it’s Jisung.

You open the wide wooden doors of your assigned room and step inside, letting your eyes hover over the beautiful furniture and decor. Everything is amazing here and seems so fucking expensive. You’re usually not someone who gets impressed by such things but since you haven’t expected it, it leaves you speechless now.

Putting your stuff on the sofa, you notice there’s obviously only one bed. This is supposed to be a date with very pleasant extras after all. You don’t feel as if this is rushing things. After all, j.0ne and you have been closer to each other than one would expect. Sure, only over screen and with a secret identity, not showing your faces and all, but the time you spend with him—both romantically and sexually—is the most intimate encounter you’ve ever had. Which is crazy.

You sit down on the other sofa, looking out the window.

Until there’s a knock coming from the door.

“Come in,” you say, once again being naive as fuck but it can only be him, right?

The door slightly opens and he takes his time for it. When you turn around you’re not even surprised anymore.

It’s him.

Han Jisung.

He’s standing there, looking at you with that mischievous smile. Carrying a bouquet of an odd number of roses in his arm, he walks towards you and hands you the flowers.

“Hi,” is all he manages to let out, severely nervous.

“Hey,” you reply, “t-thank you for these.”

He nods, biting his lower lip.

You’re wearing a pretty dress again, a dark one of course, combined with those fishnet tights. The butterfly necklaces wrapped around your neck, bringing Jisung’s full attention to it.

“What a surprise,” he says, knowing it’s not.

“I don’t know what to say,” you confess. You’re totally confused. This moment doesn’t feel real, but similar to all the dreams you’ve had that featured Jisung. You wonder what he’s got planned as a date. Of course, if he still wants to go on a date. You know that he likes your online persona, butt3rfly_baby but regarding Y/N? That you are not so sure of. If it was the case he wouldn’t have treated you as his enemy for the past years.

Always bumping into you in the school’s hallway, leaving you out in conversations about Levanter, you’re favourite video game, making fun of you whenever he gets the chance. How’s this supposed to work? Can this even work out?

“What’s on your mind?”

You blink a few times, “I– I’m–“

“Should I leave? Do you feel uncomfortable with me here?” Jisung asks in a small voice and you’ve never seen him so… insecure. Not even when the other men made fun of him at parties over and over again for being inexperienced. Meanwhile, he manages to make a woman come with his soothing words and his husky voice, without even touching her.

God, why does your brain instantly need to go that way?

“Stay here,” you say, reaching for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it and pulling him closer. “Shall we finish what we started, Han? Or should I say, J?”

You click your tongue, as you walk further towards him.

“That’s up to you, doll,” he provokes you back. Fuck, hearing that pet name out loud again makes your thighs all weak. A sensation is building up in your lower stomach. Just from this stupid word.

“What do you mean?” you ask, tilting your head.

He chuckles. Jisung reaches under your chin with his index finger, making you look at him. “Can you handle it?”

“Sure, I can,” you scoff.

Although you’re not sure. J.0ne has left you absolutely speechless and exhausted after every video session that you’ve had. And now he’s here, in real life, and you know quite well that this guy has some intense stamina and the prettiest dick that you’ve been waiting for to have inside of you—no matter your mouth or your cunt, at this point you don’t care. As ashamed as you are to admit it, but you even would have had allowed him to fuck you against the shelves of Hyunjin’s storage room last night.

Calm down, Y/N. Slow down a bit, too. It’s getting pathetic.

“You’ve been warned,” Jisung says, bringing you back to real life but not giving you any second to react to what he said. His lips collide with your own, as he pulls you closer, his hands placed on your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, only separated by the fabric of your dress. You fully give in, instantly being back to where you left off last night.

Should you talk things out first? Probably.

Has Jisung planned a romantic date for the girl he’s been texting for two months now? Absolutely.

But you two are too eager for each other and everything else can wait, right?

You’re the one to take the initiative this time, when your tongue enters his mouth, entangled with his own. Jisung smirks, letting you have his way with him, when you slowly guide him towards the bed. You’re insane. In the best way possible. He’s never been with a woman who’s had such an effect on him and he wonders if that’s just all the built up tension that’s been slumbering inside the two of you for so many years.

Spoiler: it absolutely is.

He lands on the mattress, before Jisung watches you take a seat in his lap, straddling his thighs.

“Doll,” he says, but doesn’t manage to finish his sentence when you start grinding on top of him. The material of your panties is rubbing over his pants, as you feel his hardening bulge that’s begging to be freed.

“Shouldn’t we talk first?” he asks in between kisses.

You chuckle, “Probably should. But I need you to fuck me first, Han.”

You’re still calling him by his surname. Something dark awakens inside of him at this moment—he’s gonna have you squirm underneath him, scream his name at the top of your lungs, his actual name.

“Don’t call me by that name,” he warns you.

You scoff, “I call you whatever I want.”

Your lips wander further, passing his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, before you start placing the most beautiful pattern on his collarbones, opening a few buttons of his shirt. And he lets you. Jisung is entering a state that forces him to surrender, to fully give in to whatever you’re willing to grant him. And he’ll thank you for it.

“Fuck, feels good,” he whispers, his voice dropping low.

You smirk, loving the way he reacts to your little movements. However, this is all part of his plan. Some little piece of rationality catches him, makes him gain power over his own thoughts again at that moment.

Jisung grabs you by the waist and manhandles you around as if you weigh nothing, watching your back hit the mattress.

“What the fuck was that for?”

You stare at him with wide eyes, as he’s hovering above you. 

He smirks, “You think you’re in charge, doll?”

“Don’t think I’ll do whatever you want just because I sent you some nudes and facetimed with you when I was horny,” you tell him. You still can’t imagine Jisung in such a dominant perspective if he’s usually the brattiest brat to ever exist. But J.0ne, though…

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he replies with a wink, before his lips collide with your neck.

“What do you– oh, God,” you breathe out, letting him have his way with you. More kisses bloom on your skin, while he’s wandering south.

“You can call me Jisung, that’s just as fine, baby,” he says, sliding down further, before he pulls down your tights and discards them. He spreads your legs and you follow suit, revealing your soaked panties to him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but the real life version of your pretty pussy is the most beautiful view his eyes have ever witnessed. He wants to take a mental note of it, so he can replay this work of art whenever he feels like it.

You immediately start gripping the sheets, when his tongue collides with your ruined underwear, making it even wetter than it already is. Jisung isn’t surprised about how easily you get aroused—he’s seen those drenched panties in your videos before.

“Fucking hell, do something, Han,” you tell him, your voice getting louder and more desperate.

He looks up at you, a few strands of his hair covering his forehead, almost hiding his eyes, “Nah, what’s my actual name, Y/N?”

“J? You want me to call you J? Or moan your gamertag? J.0ne? I didn’t expect you to be that much of a–“ 

“Jisung,” he grunts. “Call me Jisung, when you come on my tongue, you get that?”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. As if you’d ever manage to make me come.”

“I have before, Y/N. Without even touching you,” Jisung reminds you. “So aren’t you curious what it’ll be like if you get the whole package, hm?”

You are. You absolutely are dying to know what it feels like although you’d be too ashamed to admit that. He’s Han. Your academic rival and all. The guy you don’t get along with and still probably have had a crush on for at least ten years now.

So, you whisper, “Go for it, Han.”

He rolls his eyes but starts anyway. His fingertips start grazing over your covered wetness, making a full mess out of your underwear. It’s some type of red lingerie again, you seem to own many of those and he’s already contemplating how to take this pair home with him without you noticing it. Oh, fuck. His brain is already turning into mush, simply because he’s so close to you, about to devour your pussy as if it’s his last meal.

You let out a gasp when he shoves the panties aside, not bothering to take them off. Jisung spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the view once again, before you feel a string of saliva hit your bundle of nerves. This is everything you’ve ever wanted. All those fantasies that your ex made you feel bad for. Who would have thought that it’s gonna be Han Jisung to turn those dreams into reality?

“Come on, don’t make me wait any longer,” you tell the man between you thighs, one of your hands reaching for his curly hair. It’s grown long, long enough for you to almost turn a few strands into a makeshift ponytail. You guide him closer and all that bastard does is smirk and lick his lips, before he dives right in.

The first touch is hypnotising, as if you’re entering another dimension. The tip of his tongue is glued to your clit, before he starts moving it in circles, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. Well, he has. In his mind, of course.

Out of reflex, you part your legs further, giving him better access. Your fingers are playing with his hair, moving Jisung’s head the way you enjoy most and all he does is follow suit.

“You can be a good boy, after all. Finally found a way to shut you up,” you grunt, hiding your moans.

He lets go of you.

“Stop teasing me or you’re not gonna come at all,” he says, darkness swirling around in his eyes.

Faster than you manage to react, he dives right in again, making out with your cunt once again. Two of his fingers are now lazily circling around your entrance and you know he’s doing this for payback.

Fuck. You hate him. You hate that guy so much and still you allow him to have you like this, to make you feel good.

Maybe hate isn’t as fitting anymore.

But destiny doesn’t give you much time to contemplate further, when Jisung pushes two of his digits into your hole, knowing you will be able to handle it. You immediately clench around him, as your pussy sucks his fingers in. He starts with slow thrust, making it his number one goal to drive you insane tonight.

“Say my name and I’ll let you come, doll,” he tells you.

But you won’t give in. You shake your head no and he continues, curling his fingers inside you to search for that spot that you always find in all those videos you sent him. When he brushes that velvety part for the first time, you fear you might see stars soon. You arch your back and Jisung decides to throw his principles out the window, when his fingers pick up their pace.

He’s scissoring you open without any mercy, watching you get closer and closer to the edge. Meanwhile, that intense feeling inside your stomach increases and threatens to take over your body and mind.

And then he lets go.

“When you come for the first time, it’s gonna be around my dick, okay?”

All you’re able to do is nod, brain already foggy. And Jisung senses it. He panics for a bit, unsure if he should go further with you.

“Hey, Y/N? You’re still with me?”

You nod again, “Yeah. No worries.” You’re just in trance, but in a good way. You’ve never expected him to be so good at this.

“You wanna keep going? Need a break?”

You shake your head, “No, please, go on. I need you.” You sound so desperate, Jisung is afraid he might come in his pants.

He closes his eyes so you don’t notice him rolling them to the back of your head. It’s like you flipped a switch inside of him, as he feels himself getting more and more emotional. This is not what he planned. He’s already too deep in this mess anyway. Jisung shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be so close to you regarding the fact you’re his best friend’s little sister.

But why does it feel so goddamn right if it’s supposed to be wrong?

“Jisung?”

You called him by his name.

“Huh?”

Your thumb starts caressing his face, “Are you okay, though? We can stop whenever you need.”

“I’m fine. Really,” he tells you with a sincere smile. “Wanna continue?”

You click your tongue, “Finish what you started, will you?”

Jisung gets up from the bed for a second and walks to his backpack, fishing out a condom. His shirt gets discarded on the sofa next and his pants follow quickly. He rips the packaging open with his teeth.

Once he’s at the edge of the bed, you start watching him palm his hard erection through his boxers. Nothing you haven’t seen before. But so much better than the video version.

The fabric falls down, pools around his ankles until he kicks it away and walks towards you. The mattress shifts, when he crawls back on it, coming closer to you, bare naked. While you’re still wearing your clothes.

You seem to read his mind, when you hover your dress over your head, getting rid off your bra a second later. You leave the panties on and Jisung doesn’t seem to mind, it’s more of the opposite.

“Beg for it,” he says with a stern voice, positioning himself between your legs.

You scoff, “I’m not gonna beg for you, Han.”

“Alright. Then I’ll just grab my clothes and–“

“No, no! Wait, wait,” you immediately say, reaching for his wrist.

“Yeah, baby? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Please…” you look at him with big doe eyes.

“Please, what? Use your words, doll. It’s nothing you haven’t said to me before, just on Discord,” he reminds you.

“Jisung…” you curse yourself for calling him by his name. “Please, fuck me. Finish what you started, for fuck’s sake.”

“Whatever you ask for, baby,” he says. “Come on, spread your legs for me like earlier. Be a good girl, will you?”

You sigh, “Don’t make me wait any longer, come on.”

Slap.

The palm of his hand collides with your exposed pussy.

“Stop being such an impatient brat,” he warns you. Jisung reaches for his cock and glides down the condom, before he starts stroking his length.

“Stop talking and fuck me already,” you tell him.

Still, he decides to tease you further, when he starts rubbing his tip over your clit for what feels like eternity.

He sees you surrender underneath him, finally, wordlessly begging him to take care of you and your needs. And that’s what he does. Carefully, he pushes the first few centimetres in and your pussy walls instantly wrap and quiver around him, sucking him in, as if you’re anatomically meant to be together.

Jisung keeps his eyes on yours and when you nod, he starts moving. You encourage him to pick up his pace from the beginning. You don’t care if you won’t be able told back any longer, if you come too fast and if he does the same. This feeling that’s he’s granting you feels too good to complain about anything.

“Oh, God, this feels so fucking good, baby,” you tell him, when he slightly changes the angle, after throwing your legs over his shoulders, so he can go deeper. You’ve never been in a position like this before—with Seojun it was the usual missionary, not whatever you’re doing with Jisung right now. For that guy, doggy was too kinky, cowgirl was too submissive for him and mating press too intimate. With his girlfriend, yes.

But you’re not wasting any thoughts on that idiot—not when Jisung is burying his cock into your cunt as if his life is depending on it. “God and baby in one sentence? You’re gonna suffer the consequences of my ego, doll.”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me harder,” you tell him.

“You’re gonna regret this,” he chuckles, following your demand.

By now you're convinced that the walls must be shaking from all the banging of the bedframe hitting them and your moans echoing through the room. But you don’t care. You don’t care about anything else right now.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, right there, Han, right there,” you praise him and it takes every power he’s got for him to not absolutely lose his mind.

He keeps pounding into you at a sharp pace, “Nah, I told you to not use that name, baby.”

“Ji– fuck. Ji–“

You want to. You’re ready to give up, to surrender. But he’s fucking you so good, that you aren’t able to say his name. No syllable makes it past your lips.

Jisung brings his hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together and making you look at him. He’s caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he’s got so much annoyance left for you, caused by the longtime rivalry but on the other hand, he wants to hold you close, make love to you, tell you that you’re the most precious thing on this planet.

Still, when you part your lips and he feels you clenching around him, he decides to just finish what you guys started.

“Can’t even say my full name, huh? Come on, I want you to tell me who’s making you feel that good,” he whispers into your ear, brushing over that sweet spot inside you.

“Ji– can’t–“

“Oh, I know you can. Come on,” he encourages you.

“Ji– Jisung, please,” you finally manage to say.

“Feels good, baby?”

Feels good. He’s failing you into oblivion and has the audacity to ask if it’s good.

“Hm, perfect, you’re so good at this, you’re incredible, this is so unfair,” you whimper, being just as twisted about this whole situation as he is. Why is your enemy managing to pleasure you like this?

He brings one of his hands where your body meets, his thumb being pressed against your clit, ready to drive you over the edge.

“Come on, let go, yeah? I’ve got you,” he says with the softest voice again.

You can’t help but surrender fully, feeling your orgasm wash over your body, rush through all your nerves, when that sensation takes over you. Your legs are shaking and high pitched moans are filling the hotel room but this time Jisung doesn’t drown those noises out. He encourages you further, helps you ride out your high, until he feels himself getting closer too.

His moans create a harmony with your own, “Fuck– where do you want me to come, doll?”

“Wherever you want,” you tell him, meaning it.

His brain short circuits, when he pulls out and rips away the condom. Jisung is stroking his cock to completion, until hot spurts of his release land all over your chest.

“I’ve never expected your tits to become even more beautiful,” he chuckles, once he’s come down again.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“Wait here, yeah? I’m gonna grab a towel,” he says and you nod.

A minute later he’s back, handing you the fabric and helping you up on your feet again. Jisung guides you towards where he just went to, when he says, “Let me take you to the bathroom, yeah?”

“W-What?”

“You should go pee after sex, Y/N. I also ran a bath for you, yeah?”

He looks so… caring. Perhaps he’s just providing aftercare because he’s not some asshole or fuckboy. You shouldn’t read too much into it, right?

“Why… I… uhm, I need a moment for myself.”

“Of course.”

Once you went to the toilet, you walk towards the huge mirror inside the bathroom. Jisung’s seeds are sticking to your skin, while he’s waiting on the other side of the door.

That’s when reality hits you.

What the fuck have you done?

You just slept with your brother’s best friend. Jisung is the guy you’ve been chatting with for two months. He’s the one that… that you are falling in love with.

Panic and overthinking catches the best of you, when you fully get back to presence. You shouldn’t be here. This is too serious.

When you turn your head around, you notice the bathtub getting filled with hot water. There are rose petals and foam, an astonishing scent is lingering in the air.

You panic again. This is too much for you to handle and you feel like an asshole for not appreciating it. Rushing to the sink, you clean your chest and the rest of your body there, trying to make the best out of it.

Tears start running down your face. Why the hell are you crying now? What the fuck is this shit?

You’re overwhelmed, that’s the easiest answer to it. Mixed with being scared.

Scared to get hurt, scared to get lied to again, scared to get your heart broken.

You hear a knock on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Okay,” you say and Jisung enters. His smile fades immediately when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. Great. Now he’s panicking too, while grabbing another towel and handing it to you.

“Is everything alright with you? Did I hurt you?”

His voice is so small and insecure.

“N-No, nothing… I….”

He gulps, “Was it anything I said?”

What if he breaks your heart just like Seojun did?

What if he doesn’t feel the same way you do, if this is just some physical thing to him?

What if Minho finds out?

What if you end up with nothing and no one?

What if–

“No, it’s… listen, I… I think I should go,” you announce.

His eyes wide, “Go? Go where? It’s the middle of the night, Y/N…”

You rush outside the bathroom and he follows you. Grabbing your backpack, you fish out a clean pair of panties and put them on, before slipping into some sweatpants, a bra and a shirt you have brought with you.

“What? Already so late? I’ll call Chan to pick me up it’s–“

“You’re not,” Jisung tells you, standing in front of you now, when you turn around.

“Why? Because you’re jealous?”

“Yes. But that’s not my point nor reason,” he explains. “You just slept with me and now you’re acting all differently and you’re crying and trying to escape me. What’s going on?”

You pack the rest of your stuff and when he notices that you’re not carrying any jacket with you, he reaches for one of his sweaters and places the fabric on your shoulders. You let him, knowing that it would be dumb to argue further.

What you need is fresh air, to clear your mind, to run away from your fears like you always do.

You take a deep breath and nod, before you head to the door. Still, he follows you outside the hotel room. He’s not gonna risk anything to happen to you.

“I’m sorry… I can’t do this right now, I’m sorry, Han,” you say, knowing he’s walking behind you.

Han.

Of course you wouldn’t call him Jisung.

© leeknowsallyoursecrets 2024 — copying, stealing or translating my work is prohibited

I love reading these kind of fics because I have the same insecurities.

Especially because I know what I looked like a decade ago

hi, sweet!

so Hannie is on my mind 24/7, could you do something soft and smutty where the reader wants to have sex with Han but is insecure about her body in regards to stretch marks, cellulite, her sex part and stuff like this, (and the reader has a habit of leaving the room completely dark when they have sex so he can't see her body) but Jisung shows her that she is perfect the way she is, and that she has no need to hide. I really wanted something dirty but sweet at the same time.

Anyways, do it if you can and want 🥹

LIGHTS OFF? JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader (afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: slight dom!jisung, insecured reader, mentions of stretch marks and cellulite, slight nipple play, thigh slapping, protected sex, dirty talk, body worship a/n: i hope someone recognizes the "i love you" speech

the footsteps across the room were rapid. you were both in a hurry - craving to get on the bed. his greedy kisses were making your skin tingle as he was mumbling something about how hot you were, spreading saliva over your lips. you were on fire, ready to give that man the best sex of his life. he pulled away and began to leave wet kisses on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to the bed. his hands were not leaving your waist, and the control that he had over your body was making you weak in your legs. you took a couple of steps back, obeying, and plopped down on the sheets, not realizing that the bed was already close. jisung fell after you, more like - on you, by inertia and squeaked plaintively when your foreheads bumped. 

”please, let's turn on the light?” he whispered next to your ear, still moaning in pain.

“no.” you huffed, pushing him off you.

“baby-” he started, but you interrupted him, raising your voice a little.

“ji, i already explained! i don’t want to.”

“why?” he laid on his back, rubbing his bruised forehead. 

it was clear from his tone that he was irritated, and horny mood was long gone.

you sat up on the bed, mumbling in response: “i don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you with lights on.”

the tension started to build up and you didn’t want to go on with this conversation. 

jisung, also known as your boyfriend, had been trying to have “normal” sex with you for months. that’s how he called it - “normal”. you had been saying that it just turns you on more if you don’t see him. but in reality you just hadn’t had the courage to explain the real reason. 

stretch marks, cellulite, the look of your vagina - you name it. there wasn't a time when you weren't insecure about your body. and it didn't matter how many love poems jisung wrote about you - you couldn't change your mind about yourself.

“w-what?!” jisung almost yelled in disbelief, trying to catch your hand in complete darkness. he went silent for a second, trying to choose the words, but then continued with the most husky voice you’ve ever heard. “i love you… i love you so much. i love you immensely. i love you endlessly. i love you completely. i love you so much. i really love you. i love you the most. i love you the most in the world. i completely, madly love you.”

he sounded like he was reading a poem to you, but it was just his way of expressing love.

“baby, you are the prettiest woman i know. i love you. i love every inch of you body and i genuinely would love to see it. you are perfect.”

even after he finished talking you didn’t say anything, making him more worried; until your quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“w-why are you crying?” he sat impossibly closer to you, finally finding your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“cause you just said that i’m “perfect” and i’m “pretty”… but i’m none of those things.” your tears kept running down your cheeks.

“but you are perfect for me.” jisung objected. “fuck, i wish i could see your face now. i wanna kiss you so bad.”

“not when i’m swollen and ugly.” you sniffled loudly.

“you’re cute.” your boyfriend giggled, and you felt him inching closer to your face. “come here.”

and there you were kissing again. a mixture of saliva and your salty tears was spreading between your mouths. but even that didn't stop jisung. the kiss just got more steamy with him getting on top of you and pressing your whole body into the mattress. you just moaned softly under him, already feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“did you just get hard because of me crying?” you teased, making your way to his crotch with your hand.

“maybe i did.” jisung replied, smiling into the kiss. what a pervert.

as you were about to get into his pants, he suddenly got off you, taking all the heat with him. a second later you heard him from across the room, unzipping the pocket of his bag. 

"so, can i turn on the light?" he asked carefully, not wanting to put any more pressure on you. 

"okay..." you agreed. “but don’t laugh at me…”

the light came on as soon as you finished the second sentence, so the first thing you saw was the astonished expression on jisung’s face. you giggled unintentionally.

“babe, why would i ever laugh at you?” he approached immediately, cupping your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

you sighed at him, feeling your face burn. the anxiety was still craving inside you, not allowing you to let go completely. it was a fact that jisung was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. you trusted him in everything and it wasn't a coincidence that you trusted him to help you overcome your greatest insecurity.

“let me take care of you, baby.” he left a quick kiss on your forehead before moving you on his lap. 

now you could see yourself in the big wardrobe mirror. 

“just trust me.” he added, seeing your bewildered expression. "be a good girl and let me do my thing, ‘kay?"

the smirk on his face was saying it all. he was trying to keep his cool and tone down his excitement so as not to make you uncomfortable, but his slippery moves were giving it away. you giggled when he struggled to take off your shirt and unbutton your bra. he was so cute when nervous. 

the reveal of your breasts made him swallow as if he was seeing them for the first time. he stared at you in the mirror, and then shamelessly grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, just to tease you a little. 

but instead of getting wet, you were avoiding the mirror.

“look at yourself. you are stunning.” jisung played with the ends of your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo as his hand caressed your hips, kneading your inner thighs. “i know you feel how hard i am already. it’s all due to you…”

he didn’t lie. his hard-on had been poking your lower back this whole time. his lips left a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder, while his hands slowly took off your panties. 

his hands started gripping hard on your flesh. you could feel the coldness of his rings, a great contrast to your flaming skin. 

“i said - look at yourself.” his hand took your chin and turned sharply towards the mirror.

the way he did that made you weak in your legs. you loved the dominating side of him, when he took everything in his hands just to get what he wanted from you. and you let him do it every time.

sometimes he would act this way just to tease you or make you wet in seconds. that’s what he was doing now, you guessed. he hoped this way you would overcome shyness faster. 

to emphasize the command, he shifted you body closer to his chest to hold you more effectively. you held your breath as he did, relishing the way he took control over your body.

it was weird to see yourself completely naked in front of the mirror. you saw your body on a daily basis, but never for so long. now in order to see him, you had to look at yourself too. 

jisung ran his fingers over your stretch marks, while still holding your chin with the other hand. “are you feeling okay?”

you nodded.

“can i continue?” he smiled softly at you, bringing his fingers closer to your core, and you nodded again.

the feeling of his bare chest from behind was comforting. it was still your jisung, the same jisung you were in love with. 

“will you watch yourself with me?” the hand on your thigh skimmed higher, avoiding the place you needed him the most. 

“mhm-” you whimpered, having to hold back from bucking up to meet his fingers. you knew he would punish you for independence.

“can’t hear you, darling.” jisung smiled cheekily. 

“i will watch myself with you…” you gazed up at him through your lashes. 

the eye contact you had in the mirror was forming sparkles. jisung was shamelessly staring at your body, while you could only see a part of his face and arms.

satisfied, he smirked down at you and placed his hands closer to you wet folds. you whined as you felt the smooth pads of his fingers circle your clit a few times. but then he went back to massaging your inner thigh, making you let out a sigh of disappointment. even if it looked like jisung was enjoying teasing you, denying you of his touches, deep inside he was extremely proud of the progress you made so far. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder and his breath tickling your neck. he kept looking at you in the mirror, making sure you were still watching.

“can’t believe i can finally see your pretty face when you moan.” he whispered in your ear as your cheeks burned even brighter than before – whether from arousal or embarrassment.

“stop…” you closed your eyes, not being able to handle the tension. 

the slap on your thigh was so sudden it made you jump. 

“don’t look away.” jisung grinned, enjoying your every emotion. 

the weak gasp that escaped you was almost humiliating. and the deepened blush on your cheeks only confirmed how horny you got. 

that made him want to slap you again. now on the other thigh. 

“babe!” you yelled and moaned at the same time, feeling the slap echo in your throbbing pussy. 

“i know you enjoy it.” he bit your shoulder, earning yet another moan from you. “can’t hide that when looking all hot and bothered, baby.”

the grin on his face was annoying, but he was right - you couldn’t deny the waves of arousal you were feeling. 

another series of slaps went uncommented by you. you let him devour that moment, while he let you close your eyes as you were starting to get overwhelmed. 

“you are so cute.” jisung said as if he just did not make a complete mess on your thighs. your skin was burning, and every time his hands were caressing it, you couldn't help but hiss. but even like that, you enjoyed the pain. 

your lips parted in a gasp as you felt jisung slide his underwear behind you in one motion. his hard-on was now even more prominent, poking your lower back and leaving a wet circle on the skin. you swallowed audibly, feeling the heat between your legs turn into unbearable.

without warning, he lifted you and placed face first on the bed. your wet pussy was on full display now, and you could hear jisung puff proudly. but you didn’t have any will or courage to move, so you just stayed in that position, feeling the cold air on your folds.

you heard the rustle of the package from behind and slightly twirled your ass, making it clear that you were already impatient. 

“just a second, baby.”

jisung stepped closer and ran his finger along your slit. 

“you're already all wet…” he did not hide his amazement. 

then you felt the thick head of his cock running over your pussy, collecting your arousal with the tip.

to his delight, a muffled whine slipped out of you. your breath hitched, and you arched harder with more vigor.

“want some of it, baby?” the cockiness in his voice was apparent.

“please?”

you felt a new wave of arousal wash over you as he bottomed out. the amount of wetness your pussy produced was indeed enough for him to not use a lube. the filthy slapping sounds of his balls against your ass began to echo against the walls.

with each rock of his hips, your cute, tiny moans grew louder and louder, urging him to keep going. you gasped loudly when the tip of his cock hit at a different angle as he moved one of your legs up. and the added burst of his fingers stimulating your clit made your eyes roll.

jisung adjusted the grip on your waist, before turning you around once again. now you were facing him, and honestly, you liked this position much better. he took his time sliding his dick in again, feeling every inch of your heat, slow enough for you to let out an expressive moan.

“i love seeing your face.” he commented breathlessly. “you can’t even imagine how pretty you are.”

this time you didn’t avoid his gaze and just smiled, replying with a shy: “i love you.”

jisung couldn’t handle the intimacy of the moment, despite being quite literally inside of you, so he kissed you instead, running his tongue along your bottom lip. he moaned as your tongue entered his mouth, and bucked harder into you. 

“fuck- you are the most beautiful woman i know.” he muffled breathlessly against your lips, a layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't focus on his words for long, because his dick kept devouring you. 

jisung’s thrusts became almost frantic, a small groan got muffled in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m so close-” you panted, feeling his body tense up above you. his broad chest was rising and falling heavily, eyes focused on giving you the pleasure that he forgot to look at you while he could.

it took all of your force to flip him over. he didn’t realize what you were trying to do at first, until you said quiet: “let me ride you, so you can see me.”

the look that you received from him was worth it. he was pleased, touched, even almost crying out of sincerity. 

you smiled fondly at him and took a firm grip of his dick. 

jisung breathed out loudly. “you gotta be quick with that, babe, or else i’m gonna cum.”

“really?” you giggled.

“baby, seeing your bare tits is enough to get me hard. what do you think?” he replied in the most unhinged way.

the climax was starting to build up just from his words. you couldn’t play with him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. 

his cock slid inside you with ease, and you both grunted. you core clenched involuntarily around his length and he hissed, trying his best to postpone the orgasm. you were more delighted than anything to see his body too. 

jisung was gorgeous, lying beneath you, eyes latching on every inch of your body. his broad chest was heaving repeatedly with the birthmark above his right nipple, honey skin glistening with sweat and messy bangs smeared all over his forehead. he blinked several times to clear his clouded gaze, his face slowly filling with frustration.

“baby? ride me?”

your satisfaction increased as he pouted. 

“sorry, got distracted by your beauty.” you winked, and jisung cursed under his breath, turning away. you giggled. 

that was your relationship described in one scene – he was saying compliments to you, making you blush; and then you were returning the same energy, enjoying his flushed cheeks.

even with the way your words made his skin burn, you couldn’t keep waiting any longer. your pussy was craving for his dick.

before jisung had the chance to scold you again, you began riding him. the sound of slapping skin returned, but jisung got distracted by something more appealing – your boobs. they were bouncing like crazy, making him almost hypnotized by the movements. your bare body was the best reward he could get. 

his cock was twitching inside you as he watched you with big eyes. pleased with his reaction, you began increasing the speed of your bounces. jisung tensed in anticipation, gripping hard on your body. a shy cry escaped him.

all that edging and teasing finally brought you to your high. you let out a shaky moan as you kept the steady pace, and orgasm washed over you. 

“s-so good-” jisung gasped, not taking his eyes off your bouncing tits. he was cumming too.

his hips bucked upwards to meet your pussy as he let out a choked sob. you felt your core clench around his twitching length for the last time, after that you fell on the sheets next to him. 

jisung was still panting but tucked you closer to him with his hands wrapped around your body.

“i love you.” he hummed.

“i love you too.” you looked up at him, seeing him already dozing off.

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