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Fic idea based on the song below:

Strangers to Lovers; both have experienced deep loss of some one close. I'm not sure which member suits the idea best.

What do you all think?

Who You Belong To

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you

WC: ~1.95k

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)

A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.

You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.

In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.

You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.

"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.

He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."

A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.

The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.

When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.

You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.

After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.

This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.

"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."

You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"

When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.

"No, they don't," you bite out.

Another smack, "no what?"

"No, daddy!" you squeal.

He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"

He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"

He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"

He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"

"Oh, you will be," he growls.

By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.

"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"

He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"

You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.

"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.

He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.

His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.

"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.

He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.

You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"

"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.

"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."

His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.

"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."

You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.

"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.

Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.

"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."

He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.

You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.

He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.

Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.

"Color, babygirl?"

"Green," you moan breathlessly.

That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.

He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.

He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"

You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.

You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.

When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.

"Color?"

You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."

"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."

You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.

"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."

"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."

His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.

"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."

You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"

He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"

You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.

Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.

He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.

You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."

He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."

He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.

He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.

He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.

@daydreams-after-dark

Wow

Pairing: Han Jisung x afab!reader, Idol!Jisung x Manager!reader (Y/N is used)

Summary: Based on a request. Plot with eventual smut. Y/N graduated from University and moved to Seoul hoping to get a translator job with an entertainment company. Instead, she gets a job as one of the managers for Stray Kids and maybe something more. 

WC: 8.62k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences. MDNI! Brief anxiety/panic attack, masturbation (m and f), mutual pining, noona as a pet name, fingering (f rec), nipple play, swearing, unprotected piv (please be responsible for yourselves). Let me know if I missed anything else.

You're different from when we first met, I'm curious of you The mood you give off completely changed, I'm curious of you I can’t understand how I feel, mysterious of you With the gaze you give me, let me say "Wow" (Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, completely changed your vibe (Got me trippin' like) Wow, wow, wow I wanna be on your mind (Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, so I can approach you I want to know how you feel, bang bang (Got me trippin' like)

Han first sees you as you’re walking into the cafe near JYP that he frequents. When you open the door, early morning sun is shining directly behind you, lighting up the top of your head like a halo. As soon as he sets his eyes on you, the rest of the world seems to fall away and his heart stutters a few beats. After you step in and the door swings shut behind you, he’s able to see you clearly. 

Your hair falls past your shoulders in soft waves. You’re wearing a black turtleneck and a plaid pinafore dress with black knee high boots. The dress hugs your chest before flaring out into a flowing skirt that ends mid thigh. He watches as you order a vanilla latte and an almond croissant before sitting at a table and pulling out a planner.

Even from first sight, he feels an instant gravitation towards you. He’d love to stay and get to know you, but his drink order is being called. Unfortunately, the rest of the boys are waiting for him to come back to the dorms with their drinks. As he leaves the cafe, he glances at you again. He can’t help but hope he’ll see you again. 

You’ve just moved here on Friday after graduating university. Spending your first couple of days unpacking, you’ve had very little time to explore your surroundings. The halmeoni who greeted you when you first moved in mentioned a nearby cafe serving some of the best coffee and pastries around. And so on Monday morning you find yourself briskly walking the couple of blocks to the cafe. 

You’ve put on one of your favorite dresses and boots but forewent a jacket. A decision you are now regretting hence the brisk walk. After a few minutes you reach the cafe and open the door. You step in and call out a polite greeting to the baristas at the front. You quickly browse their menu board before deciding on a vanilla latte to warm you up and a flaky almond croissant. 

After placing your order, you find a small table by the window and take a seat. You pull out your planner and your laptop to begin checking your emails. Before moving here you sent out applications to many different companies. You got a degree in linguistics with a minor in music. Right now your dream is to work as an interpreter/translator for one of the big entertainment companies here in Seoul, but you’ll take what you can get. 

Your latte and croissant arrive just as you’re opening up your email. You take a sip of the warm drink as you sift through your inbox. Your spirits sink as you find the emails in your inbox are only spam. You subconsciously worry your lower lip. You have enough savings for a couple of months here in Seoul, but you’ve left everything you’ve ever known behind - not that there was anything left for you there. You didn’t have any family, or friends you could fall back on, and certainly no significant other. In other words, you really needed a job.

You take a bite of the croissant while you fill out some more job applications. The croissant is deliciously flaky and nutty from the almond. After the first bite you end up spending a couple of hours filling out applications while your latte and croissant end up forgotten on the side. You finish up and stretch your arms above your head before drinking the rest of your latte and croissant while watching passersby out the window. 

You decide that you really like this cafe. You’ll definitely be back. 

You don’t have time to go back to the cafe until the weekend. 

You’ve been busy. You bought furniture to make your apartment feel more like a home. You went out and bought a few more professional pieces of clothing, for when you finally get an interview. The rest of the time you spent sending out applications and reaching out to contacts to develop a network. 

On Saturday morning you wake up around 9. After stretching with a big yawn, you decide that a hot coffee and a pastry would make a perfect start to your weekend. You dress comfortably with a coordinating gray hoodie and jogger set and pile your hair up in a messy bun. The last thing you add to your outfit is your over-the-ear headphones.

You put on your favorite playlist of kpop hits and leave your apartment. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and you smile to yourself as you walk down the street. You’re jamming out to your music and unlike the last time you made this walk, you take your time.

When you walk into the cafe, you’re dancing in tiny to God’s Menu. You’re so engrossed in the music, head bobbing along to the beat, you don’t notice the group of 8 boys sitting in the corner. You don’t notice how they turned to look at you when the door chimed.And you certainly don’t notice how a few of them stifle a chuckle as they recognize the dance you’re doing. 

Han immediately recognizes you - how could he not when you’re all he’s been thinking about. you’ve been plaguing his thoughts since he saw you on Monday. When he got back to the dorms, he couldn't stop raving about the most beautiful woman he thinks he's ever seen. 

Even wearing sweatpants, as you are today, he thinks that that's true. What's even more beautiful is the way you're smiling as you dance to his song, their song. Is it fate that you listen to their music?

The thought that the woman of his dreams might be their fan, a Stay, has his heartbeat picking up and a faint  blush creeping up his neck. His reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by either Chan or Minho, and they give him a look.

He gulps and mutters, “that's her. She's who I saw on Monday.” 

The other members hear his statement and take a closer look. ‘She is beautiful,’ they all think, agreeing with his assessment. 

When the song finishes, you pause your playlist and slip your headphones down to hang around your neck. Their eyes follow you as you order the same vanilla latte as on Monday with another croissant, chocolate this time. They continue to follow you as you retrieve your latte and select a seat near the windows. 

It isn’t until you settle into your seat, that you finally feel the weight of their gazes. You slowly turn your head towards the corner and meet the gaze of 8 men. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in their faces. Although some of the members are wearing masks, you still recognize them easily, how could you not when you’ve watched so many of their lives. When you’ve listened to their music on repeat, letting it anchor you to the world as you struggled through uni alone. 

You were told that this cafe was close to JYPE, but you are still surprised to see them here. You give them a bright smile and a little wave. And then you remember what you were doing as you walked into the cafe. Certain that they watched your stupid little dance you flush a deep pink. You hide your face in your hands and quickly turn away. You spend the rest of your time gazing out the window, pointedly not looking back toward the corner. 

For some reason, your smile thrilled each of the members. But when you flushed and looked away they all felt bad. None of them meant for you to feel embarrassed. After all, your dance had been cute and they were the ones caught staring. Nevertheless, they stopped watching you and resumed talking amongst themselves. All except Han, who couldn’t help but sneak peeks at you. He’s so curious of you. 

Over the next month you become a frequent presence at the cafe. You still haven’t found a full time job which worries you, but you were able to pick up some freelance translation work for the time being. You often work from the cafe, spending hours there at a time. In doing so, you get to know several of the baristas there. When you come in, they greet you by name, and if it isn’t busy, you often spend a few minutes chatting. 

Han sees you there often. Sometimes he’s there first and sometimes you’re already seated at your favorite spot by the window. Although he is often accompanied by another member or two, he also finds himself going by himself more often hoping to see you. When he’s alone, he allows himself to observe you in a way he doesn’t with the other members. He studies your little facial expressions - the way you bob your head to whatever song you’re listening to. The way you chew on your lower lip when you’re thinking. It’s during one of these visits that he learns your name is Y/N. 

It’s mysterious the way your simple existence has utterly captivated him. He’s so curious of you. He can’t help the way he wants to talk to you and get to know you. He wants to be on your mind the same way that you’re on his. He simply wants you. But, he’s an idol and relationships aren’t so easy, so while he pines after you he 

channels all his thoughts and desires into lyrics.  

It’s been a couple of weeks since Han has seen you last. He’s worried about you. You had been coming less frequently, and the last time he saw you, you had dark bags under your eyes, and your lower lip was thoroughly raw and chapped. You looked ill.  

It’s safe to say that when he finally sees you again, he’s relieved. He’s arrived at the cafe just after you, you’re standing in line just a few places ahead. You look good - you look healthy. 

You’re dressed in a striking three-piece pantsuit. It accents both your waist and your curves. It’s professional but also flatteringly feminine. He can't help the way his eyes roam up and down your body. He can't help the way they linger on the swell of your ass. The outfit suits you exceptionally well. 

Han watches as you reach the counter and greet the barista by name. You order your customary vanilla latte to-go and move to the waiting area. His lips form a pout when he realizes that means you won't be sitting down. Where is she going looking like that, he wonders. 

When it's his turn at the counter, he orders two iced Americanos and a smoothie for Chan, and moves to stand next to you at the drink receiving area. He studies you closer. 

Your hair is neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Round wire-framed glasses sit atop your nose giving you a very studious look. He can see a few freckles dusting your cheek bones. Your lips are pink and full and look so soft, not nearly as chapped as the last time he saw you.  He’s standing close enough to you that he can lightly smell your perfume. It’s a floral jasmine mix with a hint of musky amber and bergamot. It’s heady but not heavy. It’s intoxicating. 

He is startled out of his thoughts, his thoughts about you, when both of your drink orders are called. You grab your drink and head for the door. By the time he grabs his drinks and places them in a carrier, you’ve disappeared onto the street. 

You had stopped going to the cafe after about a month because you still hadn’t received any interviews or job offers. The freelance work you were able to pick up was barely enough to cover your rent. You were no longer confident in your decision to move here. You were stressed and alone and it was wearing on your health. 

Then one Thursday afternoon you received a call from an unknown number. 

“Yeoboseyo? Is this Miss Y/N? I'm calling from JYP Entertainment regarding the Interpreter position you applied for. Are you available for an interview tomorrow?”

You were shocked. JYP Entertainment was just one of the many companies that you applied to and since they were one of the big names, you didn’t really expect to hear back from them. And yet they were the first company to reach out to you. You could barely contain your excitement while you responded “Yes, I'm Y/N. Thank you. I would love to come in for an interview!” You briefly discussed the details and ended the call with an interview scheduled for 8 am the following morning.

That was how you found yourself standing in front of the JYP Entertainment building, at 7:50 am with your latte in hand. You are thankful that the company is close to the cafe because you’re gripping the cup like it’s your lifeline. Maybe in a way it is - the warm drink in your hand is comforting. You take a deep grounding breath before entering the building and announcing yourself at the front desk.

After a few minutes you are escorted up to one of the meeting rooms on the upper floors. Inside, seated at a conference table, is Park Jin Young, JYP himself, along with another woman. Placing your cup down, you bow at 90 degrees and greet them both. 

“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you!!”

“Hello, Miss Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to meet us today. Please sit,” he gestures toward a seat opposite him and then glances down at the papers on the table in front of him. “I see that you applied to be one of our interpreters for English and/or Japanese.”

“Yes sir, that is correct,” you respond as you take a seat. 

“You have quite an impressive resume here. I have one of our Japanese speakers with me to test your conversational skills, if you don't mind.”

“I don't mind,” you respond in Korean before easily transitioning to Japanese. You first re-introduce yourself before falling into an easy conversation with the other employee. You talk about some of the professional aspects of the job before moving on to some more personal details, like pets and hobbies. After about 10 minutes of conversing, the other employee ends the conversation and nods to JYP. 

“Very good, Miss Y/N. Your conversational skills appear to be more than adequate. I think you would be a great addition to our team of interpreters. However,” he says before pausing. 

Your heart which was beginning to swell with excitement faltered as you waited for him to continue. Your thoughts raced ahead - what wasn’t good enough?

“With your minor in music theory and production I think you may actually be better qualified for one of our new artist manager positions.”

Wait, what? You can’t help the way your mouth falls open in shock.

“With Stray Kids’ growing popularity and global presence we want to expand their management team for better support. You are proficient in Korean, Japanese, and English which is a great asset for travel and international interviews. With your music education you can also assist with production and recording if necessary,” JYP finishes explaining with a smile. 

At some point during the explanation you managed to close your mouth and reign in your shock. You take a drink of your latte before speaking. 

“This sounds like an amazing opportunity, sir…” you pause as something occurs to you. “I’d also like to be upfront with the fact that I am a Stay. I've been following Stray Kids since their debut. Will that be a problem, sir?”

JYP chuckles a little before responding. “In this case I think it's actually a benefit. If you’ve been watching them since the beginning, you're familiar with their dynamics and their music.” 

He hands you a manila folder. “Here is our job offer and some other minor legal documents. I understand if you need some time to think this over, but we'd really like to onboard you as early as next week.”

You smile as you accept the folder. You take a moment to adjust your glasses before beginning to read the contents. You take your time to thoroughly examine the documents. The first page is the job offer itself which states your responsibilities as a manager. You are surprised to see that the salary is quite a bit higher than you could have anticipated. Another document  details the benefits offered by JYPE. There is also a Non-disclosure Agreement which, if you're going to be working with idols like Stray Kids, is unsurprising.

After taking nearly half an hour to inspect the contents, you look up from the folder with a satisfied smile. You reach for a pen and sign the job offer acceptance before sliding it across the table. 

“Thank you, sir. This is a very generous offer and I am honored to accept.” 

He claps his hands again with a smile. “Wonderful news! We'd like to onboard you and introduce you to the team as soon as possible,” he says before glancing at this watch. “Unfortunately, it’s a bit short notice to do that today. Would you be available to come back to meet everyone tomorrow around noon?”

“Yes, of course. I look forward to it” you say.

The three of you stand from your seats and he says, “I believe our meeting for today has concluded then. Welcome to the team!”

You bow again and say “Thank you. Goodbye and please stay well!”

After seeing you again at the cafe, Jisung can't get you off his mind. You looked and smelled exquisite. He wants to get to know you so badly - he wants to know who you are and what you like and dislike. 

When he entered the company earlier, he thought he saw someone who looked like you waiting at the front desk. But he was already running late to meet the others so he couldn’t take a closer look. The rest of the day and week are packed with schedules and he promptly forgets about it. 

That evening Chan gathers everyone together and announces that a new artist manager is being added to their entourage. You will be introduced to all of them tomorrow. He explains that you will be around to assist with their day to day activities, music product, and will be one of their main managers for international tours and events. 

The next day you wake up mid-morning after taking yourself out to dinner to celebrate last night. It was kind of depressing celebrating by yourself, but you made do. You might have drank a bit more than you meant to as a result, hence the late start. 

You don't have too much time before meeting Stray Kids, so you drag yourself out of bed and head to the shower to start your day. You dress in stockings, a black silk sleeveless blouse, and houndstooth pencil skirt with a matching blazer. You leave your hair in its natural waves but pull half of it back with a clip. You move through your skincare routine before carefully putting some makeup on. You don’t always wear it, but first impressions matter to you. Especially first impressions with your idols.

By the time you finish getting ready, you only have about half an hour. You decide that you will get a coffee at the cafe and grab an assortment of pastries to share with the members. So, you slip on some heeled boots and head out the door.

At the cafe, you order your usual vanilla latte, iced this time, and a selection of croissants, muffins, and little coffee cakes. The barista carefully places all the items in a pastry box and hands it over. You carefully balance your coffee in one hand and the box in the other and head towards JYPE. 

You can’t help but be nervous as you walk down the street. You never expected to be an artist manager for any group, let alone for a big group like Stray Kids. What if they don’t like you? What if you’re not good enough? So many “what ifs” circle your mind. 

Like the day before, when you reach JYPE you check in at the front desk and are asked to wait a few minutes for someone to come down and escort you. You are not surprised when it is Bang Chan himself who comes to get you. 

He, on the other hand, is quite surprised when he sees you. He didn’t expect their new artist manager to be someone so young, or so beautiful. He can’t help the way his eyes flick up and down your body appreciatively before stopping at your face. He’s seen your face before. 

His eyes widen ever so slightly when he realizes where he’s seen your face before. He saw you at the cafe a few times. You were the one who was dancing to God's Menu. The one that caught the eye of every single one of his members, especially Han’s. Shit. Is Han gonna freak out?

While awkwardly holding the pastry box in one hand and your coffee in the other you manage to bow and say “Hello. It’s nice to meet you!”

“Hello,” Chan says with a warm smile before holding out his hands, “please allow me.”

Despite your protests that you can manage just fine, he takes the pastry box from you and gestures for you to follow after him. He leads you upstairs silently. Although you just met, the silence feels comfortable, more friendly than awkward. 

He stops outside.a practice room. Even through the door, you can hear the rowdiness that awaits in the room. Chan gives you a sheepish smile, “they can be a little crazy, but they mean well. Are you ready?”

You nod your head and he knocks before opening the door and walking in.

Chan left him and the others in their practice room to go get their new manager from the front desk about 10 minutes ago. Since then, his leg has been bouncing up and down while he picks at the cuticles of his fingers. 

His anxiety ticks higher and higher the longer he waits. He doesn't like meeting new people and he doesn't particularly understand why they need a new manager. His thoughts are only interrupted when Minho places a hand on his leg - comforting him, reassuring him.

He takes a deep breath when there is a knock on the door. He looks up when it opens. Chan walks in and locks eyes with him before stepping to the side to allow the new manager to come in. 

His mouth falls open when he sees that it's you. He’s been thinking of you - pining after you - for weeks and now here you are. 

How mysterious of you.

You follow Bang Chan into the room. They all line up before you. You bow politely and introduce yourself, “Hello. My name is Y/N and I look forward to working with you all.”

The boys line up to give their traditional greeting, “Hana, dul, Step Out! Hello, we are Stray Kids!” They all bow in unison before each member steps forward to introduce themselves individually.

“Hi I’m Bang Chan, Chan, or Chris.”

“I’m Lee Know or Minho.”

“Seo Changbin!”

“I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

When it gets to Han, his brain simply short-circuits. “I- I- I’m…” he stutters. He flushes in embarrassment and his breathing picks up. “I can’t do this,” he mumbles and runs out of the room past you. 

Everyone stands still in shock and there is a heavy moment of silence before Minho excuses himself and follows after him. You can’t help but wonder if you said or did something wrong. 

Felix is the first to break the silence with his deep voice. “I’m Lee Felix, or Yongbok. That was Han Jisung - he can, uh, get very anxious meeting new people. I'm sure he'll be back in a few.” He smiles at you reassuringly. 

Seungmin scoffs lightly. “I guess we're just continuing on then. I’m Kim Seungmin.” 

Jeongin introduces himself last, with his signature fox-eyed smile. “Hi Noona! I’m I.N. or Jeongin. I look forward to working with you.”

With introductions complete, Chan holds up the box and says “Y/N was kind enough to bring us some treats from the cafe! Please enjoy them and get to know her a little. I’m going to go check on Minho and Jisung.”

Chan finds both of his missing members in their recording studio where Jisung is crouched in the corner, clearly in distress. He’s grabbing his hair with both fists and his eyes are red-rimmed when he looks up. “Hyungs! What do I do?” he wails. “I’ve made such a fool of myself in front of her. I was just anxious, what if she thinks I hate her?”

Chan crouches down next to him and pats his head. “She doesn’t think that, Sungie. Felix told her you have trouble meeting new people sometimes.”

“Of all people, why did our new manager have to be her?” he moans. “I’ve been thinking of her for weeks! It's so embarrassing” he whines. “She’s literally the girl of my dreams. How can I even face her now?”

Chan shares a knowing look with Minho before standing up and offering a hand to help him up. “Let’s start by going back and saying hi. Everything else can come after.” 

After Chan leaves the practice room to find Minho and Jisung, you take a seat with the remaining members. They all thank you for the pastries and help themselves while you sip your coffee. 

Just a few minutes later, the door to the practice room opens and Chan, Minho, and Han enter. Han gives you a sheepish, lopsided smile and bows. “Hello, I'm Han Jisung. I- I'm sorry about earlier.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I, uh, got overwhelmed… and embarrassed...” he trails off with an awkward chuckle. 

“It's nice to meet you, Han,” you smile at him reassuringly. You definitely understand being overwhelmed and embarrassed. “Would you all like to hear a bit about me?” you ask, looking around at all the others. 

They all nod, so you begin with your love of music and how the Kpop scene had caught both your eyes and ears as a teen. Inspired, you made it your dream to come here to Seoul. Although you are a native English speaker, you developed a passion for languages over time. With your main focus on Korean and Japanese, you explain how you originally wanted to be an Interpreter. Hearing this, Felix is excited to talk to another native English speaker and Minho asks to practice his Japanese with you. 

Chan asks you how long you’ve been here in Seoul. You say you’ve only been here for a couple months. You graduated from Uni and immediately moved across the world by yourself. You mention how you haven’t really had the time to explore the city, but you frequent the cafe nearby. Several members notice how you smile a bit wistfully as you think about how hard you had to work, and how hard it's been by yourself. 

The wistfulness dissipates as you casually mention that you’ve been a Stay since their debut. Describing how you find solace in their music and let it ground through some of the tougher times. You fix your eyes to the ground, not wanting to see their reactions. You can barely believe you have been given this opportunity. While you're excited to work with them, you're immensely embarrassed by how much information you just shared. 

You mingle with the members for about half an hour. For their part, the boys are impressed with how hard you've clearly worked to get here. They're all welcoming, and eager to ask you various questions. They all feel an urge to protect you. 

While Han doesn't really contribute to the conversation, you often find his eyes on you. You won’t ever have to be alone again, Y/N, he thinks. 

The boys, as you refer to them collectively, eventually had to actually start dance practice. Chan kindly welcomed you to stay and watch, so you did. It was simply incredible to witness the passion and dedication of each member up close. You were fascinated by the strength and precision with which they move their bodies. 

That night your thoughts are as plagued with Jisung as his are with you. You lay awake staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts drifting to the way you kept finding Han’s soft brown eyes on you throughout your meeting. Even during their dance practice, he had looked at you - you had met his eyes in the mirror several times. 

Thinking about his gaze now makes your skin heat. Your eyes flutter shut as you think about how good he looked - how tiny his waist looked as he moved. Your breathing hitches as you think of how his hips turned and rolled with their dance moves. Your body heats further as your thoughts spiral.   

You’re feeling desperate. You haven’t been touched in so long - by either your hands or another’s. Fueled by your thoughts of Jisung, you begin thumbing over a nipple while the hand other snakes down your body to slide into your sleep shorts. You can already feel some wetness seeping out.

You slide a finger through your folds to gather your slick before lightly circling your clit. You lightly pinch and roll your nipple - imagining it's Han’s mouth. A soft moan falls from your mouth. Pleasure pools at your center and ripples outward as you rub faster.

Imagining his fingers, you dip your own into your core. First one, then two fingers stroking - sliding in and out. Every so often, you return to your clit. Strumming yourself higher, tension coiling inside you. 

Your free hand pinches and pulls at your nipples. Eventually you sink three fingers into yourself, desperately seeking the stretch your pussy aches for. You stroke your fingers faster until you finally find your release, legs tensing as the pleasure coiled inside you unwinds. Your walls clench and pulse around your fingers.

As you come down from your high “Jisung” falls from your lips in a whisper.

Later, you'll feel guilty. He's an idol and you're his manager. And what you just did was inappropriate. 

But right now you feel sated for the first time in a long time. You manage to get to the bathroom to clean yourself up before relaxing into the covers. Sleep comes to you quickly now.

You’re on Han’s mind more than ever. Now you’re more than “the girl at the cafe.” He met you and talked to you. You’re intelligent, passionate about music (their music) and oh so fucking beautiful. Since dance practice ended Jisung has been holed up in his room scribbling lyrics nonstop. 

He finishes his lyrics in the middle of the night, runs to Chan’s room and bangs open the door. “Channie hyung!” he exclaims. “I wrote a song but I want your help making a beat.” He hands him his scribbled lyrics. “It’s a sexy concept.”

Chan hums and nods while he reads the lyrics. When he finishes he asks “this song is about Y/Nie?” 

“Mhm,” he hums affirmatively. 

“You’re down bad, Sungie,” Chan teases.

He flushes and groans, flopping onto Chan’s bed. “I know.”

The room falls silent save for Chan’s clicking as he samples different beats for the track. Although he is the one who asked for help, Han has mostly fallen asleep on Chan’s bed when he speaks up. 

“You’ll have to be careful, you know? I won’t stop you from pursuing her, but be careful.”

Your first few weeks as a manager for Stray Kids are busy but uneventful. Your day to day activities vary from learning to manage the kids schedules to sitting in on their studio or dance practice sessions. 

Everyone, at a minimum, is welcoming and polite to you. Some of the members, like Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin are more aloof. They greet you, and answer any questions you might have, but don't go out of the way to interact with you. 

Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin are pretty neutral towards you. Friendly but strictly professional. Chan is usually stressed and almost always in leader or producer mode. Changbin is friendly but if he's not in the studio or at dance practice, he's usually in the gym. And Hyunjin gravitates more towards his art or dance than you. 

On the other hand Lix and Ji, as you have begun to call Felix and Jisung, warmed up to you immediately. You understand why Stays call them the sunshine twins. Their contagious energy is bright and playful. They are generally found trying to make you laugh or being physically affectionate. They also never hesitated to call you noona, even though you didn't ask them to.

Jisung, especially, seems to find reasons to be around you. One day he brought you a vanilla latte and croissant from the cafe when he went out to get drinks for the rest of 3racha. You were so surprised he knew your favorite order and you flashed him your brightest smile. Since then you often find little treats or drinks at your desk. 

Whenever you are in the same room together - and you are often in the same room whether the studio or the practice room - you feel the weight of his gaze. You know it should make you uncomfortable, you're his manager, but you find it does the opposite.

Under his gaze your body heats and desire pools low in your belly. You find yourself thinking of him in inappropriate ways - imagining his fingers sliding over your body instead of his eyes. Imagining the coolness of his rings against your heated flesh. Your mind often gets the better of you and you find yourself subtly squeezing your thighs together in an effort to find release. 

You often return home to your apartment with wet panties and a knot in your stomach of pent up sexual frustration. You frequently give in to your fantasies, bringing yourself to climax in the shower, in the bath, in your bed. Imagining that the fingers stroking through your folds, sinking inside your pussy are his instead of yours. 

It is much the same for Han. 

The time he spends around you in the studio and practice room is agonizing. His eyes are on you constantly - studying your body, your mannerisms, your reactions. He learns early on that you're very expressive. He loves bringing you treats or drinks just to see your smile light up the room. He loves cracking jokes and goofing around with the others just to hear you laugh.

The way you dress drives him crazy - each outfit highlights your body and its curve in the most tantalizing ways. They are always professional, even if they aren’t necessarily demure. On many occasions his thoughts drift away to daydreams of undressing you and worshiping at the temple that is your body. Usually he can control himself, on occasion he has had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hiding the tent that has formed in his pants.

In the bathroom, he pulls up his shirt, holding it between his teeth while he pulls down his pants freeing his leaking cock. He leans against the wall with one hand and spreads his precum around the head of his cock with the thumb of the other. His eyes squeeze shut as he slowly sinks his fist down his shaft. 

His breath hisses out around the shirt in his mouth. He strokes slowly once. Twice. Thrice. Biting back his moans he strokes faster and faster until it’s more efficient to fuck into his fist. He whines as his climax hits and he spills over his hand. 

Breathing hard, he releases his shirt from his mouth. There is a dark patch where his saliva has soaked into the cloth. As his breath slows, he cleans and tucks himself away. After washing his hands, he saunters back to the studio or practice room, wherever he excused himself from.

One day, you’re in the studio with Chan, Jisung, and Changbin. This wasn’t unusual - 3Racha frequently invited you into their studio to listen to their new tracks ever since your first week when you had helped them fix a track. You reflect on how you had thought you ruined it all.

You were sitting unobtrusively in the corner of their studio listening to them mix a beat. You knew they were talented but their skills still blew you away. However, they had been arguing about a particular section of the track for about 5 minutes before you blurted out a few off-hand suggestions.

You slapped your hand over your mouth in disbelief and they all turned to you in shock. Chan’s brow furrows and your heart sinks. There's a long moment of silence, broken when you say, “I'm sorry, that was out of line,” your voice wavering. 

Certain that you’ve ruined everything, tears form in the corners of your eyes. You’re not sure what you’re going to do but you need to get out of here. You stand, gathering your laptop, and beeline it for the door. Your hand is on the door handle when Chan finally speaks up. “Where are you going? Aren't you going to help us?”

Your thoughts are disrupted by Chan and Changbin standing up announcing they needed a break and were heading to the gym. That leaves you with Jisung. Alone. You miss the pointed look Chan gives Jisung as they head out the door. 

The door clicks shut behind Chan and Changbin leaving behind resounding silence. Jisung takes a deep inhale of your heady jasmine scent, which has slowly filled the small studio. With a soft but determined voice he speaks up. 

“Manager Y/N ssi, there’s a song I wanted to share with you. Will you listen?”

Intrigued, you nod and a few clicks later the sensual tones of Wow start playing. 

You’re drawn in first by the electro bass tone. You can feel it resonating with your body, in your body. You close your eyes to really focus on the music. You’re so engrossed in the song, you don’t even notice that Jisung has leaned over close to you until his breath fans against your ear. 

He whispers. “I bet you’re wondering who the song is about, noona - I can call you noona, right?” 

His breath tickles against your ear and you can't help the shiver that crawls down your spine, nor the goosebumps that spread over your skin. You can already feel your skin begin to flush just in response to his proximity. You discreetly press your thighs together as you feel a pulse of desire. You clear your throat but your voice betrays you and you can only nod.

“I wrote this for you, Noona. This is the way you make me feel - from the very first time I saw you to even now” His voice is soft and husky. His hand comes up to cup your chin, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to your flushed face. “You're so beautiful,” he croons. Still gripping your chin, he turns your head to face him. His half-lidded eyes meet yours, his pupils are blown wide with desire.

You gasp and close your own eyes as the pulse of desire grows to a steady thrum. Stifling a moan you press your thighs together again. His full lips curve into a smirk as he slides his other hand between your lush thighs. He squeezes a thigh gently before slowly sliding his hand higher. 

Your breath hitches and you can feel the arousal beginning to leak from you. He stops when his fingertips are just a hair's breadth from your black lacy panties. 

“Do you want this, noona? Do you want me? You can say no at any time.” His voice is lower. Desperate. 

“Please, Jisung,” you moan. “I want you. I want this.” And you do. Your panties have grown damp, and your clit already throbs with need. You shift your legs open to give him better access. “Please touch me.” 

The words barely pass your lips before his lips are crashing down on them. His lips are soft and he kisses you with a fervent passion. He gently licks at your lower lip, asking for entrance. You hum in approval and part your lips. His tongue presses into your mouth and dances together with yours - licking, caressing, tasting. 

As he deepens the kiss, you bring your hands to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. At the same time, Han finally brushes his fingers over your panties and you whimper at the contact. 

“Fuck noona, you're so wet,” he groans. “Your panties are soaked. All this for me?” he asks breathlessly. Pushing your panties to the side he swipes a finger through your folds gathering your wetness.

You gasp as he makes contact with your clit and rubs gentle circles. “Yes, Ji!” you moan. “All for you.” 

His lips return to yours as he eases a finger into you. You moan at the intrusion. It's been so long since you had anything but your own fingers inside of you. He slowly pumps it in and out, stroking your walls until he feels you slick up more.

He pulls his lips away from yours. “Do you think you can take another?” 

You pant and roll your hips against his hand in response.

He presses a second finger into you and you throw your head back. As he works his fingers in and out he spreads them apart, slowly scissoring you open. You moan wantonly, your pussy absolutely dripping. 

He increases the speed of his fingers and your pleasure climbs higher and higher. He presses soft kisses down your neck, careful not to leave a mark.

“Ji- Ji-” you pant, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. 

Your walls are fluttering and gripping his fingers. “Your cunt is sucking my fingers back in,” he mumbles in awe, more to himself than you. 

He crooks his fingers seeking that spongy spot deep inside you. When he finds it, he presses into it with each stroke of his fingers until you’re quivering in the chair. “I can feel how close you are. Will you cum for me, noona?” he asks as he presses his thumb to your clit. 

It's the last bit of stimulation you need to tip over the precipice. Your legs lock and quiver as your back arches and you fall apart with a cry. Your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers as he continues thrusting his fingers at a languid pace, helping you through your high. 

Han has always thought you were gorgeous. But looking at your face while you're at the height of your pleasure?  He doesn't think you've ever been more beautiful. The image of your flushed face with eyes squeezed shut and mouth slack will be seared into his brain for eternity. 

His cock is hard as steel and leaking copious amounts of precum into his boxer briefs. It's truly a wonder he hasn't cum in his pants already. 

As your orgasm fades, he finally withdraws his fingers from your pussy. He sucks them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and he makes the sweetest moan. Your essence tastes exquisite - sweet but with a perfect amount of tang. One day, if you let him, he'll drink it straight from the source. He is certain he could spend forever between your thighs, but right now he needs to be inside of you. 

You watch as Jisung withdraws from you. Your slick clings to him and forms a thin strand between his fingers. You watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them with his tongue. His eyes flutter shut and he moans. Your empty cunt clenches around nothing when he moans. It is possibly the single hottest thing you’ve witnessed a partner do.

You drop your eyes to where his cock is straining against his pants. You reach out a hand to cup him and he hisses. Heat radiates through his clothing. Emboldened by his reaction you squeeze gently. He whimpers. You can feel how he throbs with each passing heartbeat. 

You undo the button of his jeans and tug the fly open before sliding your hand inside. He's rock hard and leaking. You slide your thumb over his slit, gathering and spreading his copious amount of precum around. Wrapping your fingers around his cock you jerk him a few times, twisting your wrist as you pass over his leaking tip.

He practically growls - grasping your wrist and removing your hand before picking you up. He moves over to the studio’s couch and lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.

He wastes no time undressing you. He connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss while his hands slide your skirt and panties down your legs. Breaking the kiss briefly, he pulls them free from your feet and lets them fall unceremoniously to the floor.

His lips reconnect to yours while his fingers begin unbuttoning your blouse, pushing it open. Pulling back, he drinks in the sight of your black lace bra and moans appreciatively. He hooks a finger into the front and tugs it down until your breasts spill free.

He attaches his lips to one of your breasts and begins suckling at it, laving the nipple with his tongue until it stiffens into a tight peak. Satisfied, he switches to the other. He catches the nipple with his teeth - biting and tugging. All the while, he pinches and rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging here and there. 

You gasp at the searing bolt of pleasure it sends straight to your pussy. Your neglected clit throbs and your rock your hips seeking friction.

“So responsive, noona,” Ji breathes out. “I bet I could make you cum just like this.”

You whine and shift your hips more. 

Compared to you, Jisung is wearing far too much clothing. With fumbling hands you pull his shirt over his head and it joins your clothes on the floor. His body is soft but toned. You run your fingers appreciatively down the planes of his abdomen. You can feel the muscles tense underneath your touch. 

You push his pants down his thighs and he finishes shucking them off. When he returns to his kneeling position between your thighs, you look up at him through your lashes. He looks gorgeous - godly even. His golden skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock stands proud against his abdomen - long with just enough girth. The tip is red and leaking. 

You lick your lips, “Ji-, I need to feel you. I need to feel you inside of me,” you practically beg.

You eagerly watch as he grips the base of his cock, but instead of lining it up with your entrance, he slaps it against your bundle of nerves. You gasp in surprise and then moan as he ruts his hips forward into yours. He slides himself through your slick folds once, twice, thrice. His head catches on your clit each time and you whine, clenching uselessly around empty air. 

“Please, Jisung!” you beg, canting your hips up to meet his.

He takes mercy on you and himself and lines himself up. He sheathes himself inside you, all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you both moan.

“Shit, noona, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbles. “So tight and wet.”

You slide your arms around his neck and pull him closer as he starts to slowly rock in and out of you. You pull him in for a messy kiss before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck. As much as you wish to lick and suck, you refrain - taking care not leave any marks. 

He pulls back from you slightly in order to take a nipple into his mouth again. You arch your back and roll your hips to meet his. His thrusts are strong and steady and you moan every time he bottoms out. “Ji- fuck- ao good- nnngh.”

He releases your nipple from his mouth and extends his arms to full length. You slide your hands down around his biceps and grip tightly as you feel your orgasm building. You tilt your head up to look at him - even in your hazy, lust-filled state you can’t help but acknowledge his good looks. The way his hair sticks to the sweat at his temples. The way his mouth pops open as you clench down around him. 

“I’m close, Jisung!” you pant.

Propping himself with just one arm, Jisung snakes a hand between your bodies to find your clit. His fingers only circle the bundle nerves twice before you’re falling over the edge. 

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream and your back arches. Jisung tries to keep fucking your through your high, but your walls clamp down like a vice and his hips stutter.

“Shit, Noona, you’re too tight,” he gasps. “I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside? Please, please, please,” be begs. 

You have enough wherewithal left to nod and that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep inside and you feel his cock pulse and twitch, filling you with his cum. 

He more or less collapses on top of you, and you giggle and say, “wow, was it that good, Sungie?” 

He nods and lays his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. 

You stay like that for a few minutes before he pulls out and stands up. “Let’s find you something to clean up with,” he says as he looks around the room. “There should be some takeout napkins around here somewhere…”

You sit up and watch him move around the room. You admire his naked form as he didn’t bother putting on his clothes first. Eventually he exclaims “Aha!” and triumphantly holds up a handful of napkins. You giggle again and he flashes you a lopsided grin. 

You and Jisung clean yourselves up and get dressed before you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In the bathroom you do your business and clean yourself up a little more. As you’re washing your hands, your study reflection in the mirror. 

Your face is flushed, and you can’t stop smiling. You can’t believe you just did that! You had sex! With Han Jisung! One of your idols! You’re not really sure what it means for your future, so all you can do is splash some cold water on your face and the back of your neck and try not to think about it too much. 

You return to the studio and sit next to Jisung who smiles at you kindly and asks, “did you want to listen to the song again?”

You nod and you get about halfway through the song before Chan and Changbin return. 

They look at you and Jisung sitting next to each other and say, “man you really went at it. It reeks of sex in here!”

You face flames red and you look mortified, but before you can even begin to panic or apologize Chan says, “Don’t worry about a thing, Y/N. We encouraged Sungie to make a move, and this doesn’t have to change a thing. You let us worry about the company.”

A/N: This is the first fic I've done based on a request. I hope you like it @kayleefriedchicken, I'm sorry it took so long. I'm really not a fast writer by any means. Also, I don't have a tag list yet, but if you find you've been liking what I've been writing, I would be happy to start one up. Love you all, my dear readers.

Play with Fire

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader, Hyunjin x y/n

Summary: The follow up to Of Haircuts and Hyunjin - After his visit to District 9 Salon, Hyunjin can't stop thinking about you. He reaches out to you and ends up taking you on a date.

WC: 5.1k

SS: 3

AU: idol!Hyunjin

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Kissing, oral sex (cunnilingus and fellatio)

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net

Part 1

After he left the salon, he had stuffed the receipt into his pocket and headed to the company practice rooms. All through dance practice it felt as though that little piece of paper was burning a hole in his pocket. Thankfully he didn’t make any mistakes, but he wasn’t as focused on his dancing as he should be - all because he couldn’t stop thinking about the message. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Hyunjin returns to the dorm after dance practice and flops on his bed. He removes the little receipt paper from his pocket and holds it in his hand. He reads the message and then re-reads it.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### Y/N.

He crumples the receipt and tosses it to the side with a sigh. He should just forget all about it, forget all about you. While he and the other members are no longer under a dating ban, strictly speaking, it is still discouraged by the company. Seeing you would just be playing with fire. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. Maybe a shower will help clear his thoughts.

He grabs a towel from the linen closet and pads down the hallway to the bathroom. He strips his clothes off and turns on the shower before stepping in. The water is nearly scalding, just the way he likes it. He can feel the water washing away the sweat from his body while his muscles slowly relax. 

He closes his eyes and stands under the water for several long minutes, letting it cascade down his body. He takes measured breaths, inhaling deeply, pausing, and exhaling slowly. With each breath he lets his thoughts bleed from his mind until there is nothing.

Eventually, he needs to wash his hair and body. He squirts his body wash on his washcloth and lathers it up. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus swirls around him, enveloping him as he drags it first across his chest then down his body. The subtle lavender is soothing while the eucalyptus is refreshing and provides mental clarity.  

For the moment, he has succeeded in his goal of forgetting all about you. But all of that goes down the drain the moment he begins to wash his hair. The feeling of his fingers scrubbing his scalp immediately makes him flashback to that morning at the salon. 

You squirt a couple of pumps of shampoo into your palm, rubbing it between your hands before working it into a lather in his hair. While you work the shampoo into his tresses, you massage his scalp. Your fingers work a kind of magic that has all the tension melting from his body. It feels like heaven.

Every now and then, your fingernails also lightly scratch his scalp. Each scratch lights up his nerve endings and sends a current of pleasure rippling through his body. He can’t help the slight shiver that follows. He can feel his cock twitching to life between his legs, pressing against his pants. 

The flashback ends abruptly when the shower water begins to run cold. The water streaming down his body may be cold, but his cock hangs hot and heavy from the memory. He exhales shakily and shivers from the cold water. He quickly rinses the shampoo from his hair and by the time he finishes, his body has calmed down, but his mind has not. 

His thoughts race as he steps out of the shower. He dries himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading back to his room. He dresses in sweats and a baggy t-shirt before flopping on his bed once again. 

As he stretches out, his hand hits the crumpled receipt paper he had discarded earlier. He grabs it and sits up. He uncrumples it and smooths the paper against his thigh.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### Y/N.

Before he can second - or third - guess himself, he punches the number into his phone. 

He’s always liked to play with fire. 

You were stretched out in bed, relieving your tired muscles. Your hours at the salon were long and draining, and your hands and feet often hurt after a shift. In the end, you didn't really mind though. It paid well enough, and since it was a high end salon, you'd get to meet the occasional Kpop idol or actor.

While you laid there, you opened your socials for your nightly doom scrolling. It didn't take much scrolling before Kpop fan edits began to show up in your feed. You double-tapped your screen to like a video here or there.

You abruptly stopped scrolling as the next video played and you saw a familiar face. It was a fancam of Hyunjin’s Megaverse dance break. God, he looked so handsome. You admired the precise control he had over his body. You were in absolute awe. And when he hip-thrusted in time to the music, well, let’s just say you felt your entire body flush. You let the video replay several more times - drinking in every single detail. 

Your rapt attention was broken when your phone vibrated with a text notification. Startled, you let the phone slip from your grip and it lands on your face. You let out a pained squeak and sit up. Who could be texting you at this time? All your friends and family live across the world from you. 

You scoff to yourself a little incredulously. There was no way the Hyunjin of Stray Kids was texting you. If you were being honest, you're not sure why you left him your number. Sure, you would have had to be blind to miss either his blatant appreciation of your body or his physical reaction during his appointment. He had flirted, and you had even flirted back. But still, you never would have expected him to actually text you. He was an idol and you were, well, nobody really.

Yet, against all odds, here he was. So you saved his number, took a deep breath, and texted him back.

You giggle to yourself and suppress a smile while kicking your feet. You’re going on a date with Hyunjin!

The next day you put on a pair of lacy panties and a short, flowing dress that ties behind your neck. There is a triangle of skin showing between your breasts and it leaves your back wide open. It’s modest enough but makes you feel cute, maybe even sexy. You slip on a pair of ballet flats and pack a pair of wedge sandals for later. Satisfied with your appearance, you grab your makeup bag and head to the salon to start your shift. 

When you arrive at District 9 you place your belongings in the break room before checking your bookings for the day, you have a full schedule of clients with hardly a break in between. You inhale a deep breath before exhaling slowly, preparing yourself mentally for the day. And then you put a smile on your face and prepare your station for the first client. 

By lunchtime you are absolutely famished. You run down the street to the convenience store and buy a kimbap and a can of milkis. When you return, you all but fall into a break room chair, eager to put your feet up for a few minutes. You pull out your phone as you begin to wolf down your food. You see you have a new notification. 

Skipping ahead to ‘darling’ already? You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Even though you’ve been busy, you can’t help but feel like the day is dragging on. Only four more hours to go. Hwaiting! you tell yourself.

With some measure of luck, your 4’clock, your last appointment of the day, cancels at the last minute. You breathe a sigh of relief and ask your coworker to give you a blowout and style. They loosely curl your hair while you chat about your plans for the evening. You explain that you’re going on a date, but you’re careful not to mention who you’re going on a date with. 

They add a finishing touch by pulling half of your hair back into a fishtail braid secured with a cute ribbon. Happy with the look, you thank them and spend the remaining time putting on some light makeup. Just after 5, you slip out of your flats, put on your wedges. After a final check in the mirror, you grab your bag and walk out the door. 

Hyunjin stands outside of the salon, leaning against the car he’s using for the night. He’s dressed casually and wearing a mask with a ball cap pulled low to help conceal his identity. He arrived just before 5 and has been waiting for you. As he waits, he nonchalantly scrolls through his socials. To passersby, he looks calm and collected. 

The truth is, he’s nervous. His palms are sweating, and a closer look would reveal a slight tremor of the hands. For one, it’s been years since he’s been on anything resembling a date. He definitely doesn’t think outings with the other members count. For two, there were nigh on countless things that could go wrong, and any number of them could cause a scandal. 

He knew he was taking a risk - maybe even a major risk - but there was just something so alluring about you. From the beginning, the moment he walked into District 9, he’s been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He’s always liked to play with fire. 

He looks up when you walk out of the salon, and the world seems to stop turning, if only for a moment. You call out a soft greeting, and he shivers with pleasure, his name never sounding sweeter than it does coming out of your lips. You look absolutely radiant with your hair falling in soft curls around your shoulders. A light breeze ruffles the skirt of your dress, allowing him a brief glimpse of your plush thighs. 

He subconsciously gives his lips a quick lick before subtly wiping his palms on his pants as he pockets his phone. He gives you a bright smile and walks to open the passenger door. 

“Your chariot awaits, miss!” he chuckles with a playful bow.  

He watches as you mock curtsey back to him and go to get in the car. The car is a little lower than you expected, and he watches as you stumble. Without even thinking, his hands reach out to stabilize you. Your waist underneath his hands feels just right - you’re so warm. The perfect balance of soft and firm. 

He can’t help but give you a gentle squeeze as he helps you into the car. You give him the brightest smile in return. It’s a smile bright enough to melt all of his nerves away. When he shuts your car door and walks around to the driver's side, he has to take a moment to adjust himself in his pants. 

As you settle into the seat of the car, you close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. The air is permeated with the scent of Hyunjin. It’s lightly floral with a hint of something else - spicy or herbal? You find it suits him perfectly. 

Just a moment later, the driver’s door opens and Hyunjin folds his long legs into the car. He puts on his seatbelt and makes sure that yours is buckled as well. Then he gives you a bright smile and starts the car. You give him a smile back and he pulls out of the parking lot. 

You study Hyunjin as he drives. Even doing something so mundane, he looks stunning. He’s relaxed in the driver’s seat. His left hand is on the steering wheel while his right hand rests on the gear shift between the two of you. You didn't think you had a thing for hands, but you can’t help but study his hands. 

You observe the way the veins on the back of his hand faintly protrude and snake up his forearm. His fingers are long and adorned with silver rings. His nails are well manicured but unpainted. As you stare, you can't help but imagine the way his hands might feel on you - and in you.

Would his palms be soft or rough against your skin? Are his hands warm or cold? What would the cool metal of his rings feel like as he glides his hands over your body? What would his rings feel like pressed against your folds? And oh - how deep inside would those long fingers reach?

You can feel your body begin to heat up in response to your wayward thoughts - starting with a tingling sensation between your thighs.You shift your gaze outside the window and exhale a shaky breath. You loosely grip the hem of your dress in your fists and subtly squeeze your thighs together. A futily seeking any sort of relief.

Determined to keep looking out the window, you miss the way Hyunjin subtly shifts his gaze to you as you press your thighs. You miss the way he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing, before clenching his jaw. However determined you are, you can’t miss the way tension seems to rise in the car - an energy, a dangerous attraction sparking to life between the two of you.

Thankfully, the car ride is brief and soon enough Hyunjin is parking the car. You take a deep breath as you exit the car. Thankfully, the open air seems to break the tension between you. He’s brought you to the outskirts out the city and as he leads you down the street, he tells you about the little hole-in-the-wall BBQ restaurant the other members found. He and the others have frequented the restaurant enough to befriend the owner who always ensures they have a private room in the back away from the prying eyes of the public. 

Once inside the restaurant, he greets the employees with friendly familiarity and walks toward the very room he just mentioned to you. Ever the gentleman, he pulls out your chair to seat you first. 

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you tease with a smirk. 

He waves you off with a playful scowl, but a faint blush tinges his cheeks as he takes his seat across from you. 

You feel the spark of attraction flare back to life now that you’re seated across from him. As you examine the menu, you wonder if he feels the same. You glance up at him, and find that he is already looking at you. You flush as you meet his eyes and exchange a shy smile. 

You gesture to the menu and ask if he has any recommendations. You spend the next several minutes discussing the menu, stealing glances while the other isn’t looking. At restaurants like these, there’s a fine line between not enough food and too much food and neither of you want to eat too much food. After much deliberation you settle on an order of galbi and samgyeopsal with rice for the both of you. 

Hyunjin leaves the room to place the order, and you fan your face, feeling a bit warm. You’re certain that you must be flushed. When he returns, he relaxes into his seat, one arm across the back of the other chair while his other hand rests on the table. He flashes you a bright smile. 

“So, Y/N tell me about yourself - outside of your job what do you like to do?” he asks?

You spend several minutes animatedly detailing your numerous interests and hobbies - most prominently how you love to read and listen to music. You admit that you are a big fan of kpop and watch his face light up when you reveal you’ve been a Stay for about a year now. He puts on a serious face and asks you who your bias is, pouting when it’s not him. 

You've seen him pout before on live, but it's different in person. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his lush lips. They look soft and hydrated - absolutely kissable. You shake your head to dismiss the thought before it can go any further and reach a hand across the table to where his hand is resting. 

You pat his hand as you give him a sly grin, “there’s plenty of time for me to be swayed. You could still become my favorite.” In an uncharacteristically bold move, you seal your words with a wink.

His mouth falls open, whether in shock or rebuttal you don’t know, because before he can get any words out, the food arrives. The owner himself and another employee bring in the food. They light the grill and place the meat and tongs near Hyunjin then beautifully arrange the banchan dishes before politely bowing and excusing themselves. 

Hyunjin wields the tongs with practiced ease. You shamelessly admire him from across the table while he places first the samgyeopsal and then galbi on the grill. He then takes the scissors and cuts each strip into smaller pieces. The grill is still heating up when the meat is first added, but soon enough your ears and nostrils are filled with the sizzling sounds and tantalizing smells of grilling meat. Your mouth waters in response.

As Hyunjin carefully tends the meat, turning each piece several times, you chat casually. As time passes, you both grow bolder, exchanging flirting words and glances. You feel your face grow warm - whether from the heat of the grill or from the flames of desire, you can't say. Although you could wager a guess.

You're uncertain how much time has truly passed, but soon enough Hyunjin begins removing the first round of meat from the grill and placing them on the nearby serving platter. While he lets the meat rest, he starts laying the second round out on the grill.

After he finishes arranging and cutting the meat in the grill, he picks up a piece of galbi with his chopsticks and holds it out to you. 

“Here, pretty girl, the first piece is for you!”

You flush even further but open your mouth to accept the piece of meat. Your taste buds are immediately assaulted by the sweet, salty, and slightly smoky flavor of the galbi. The meat is so tender it practically falls apart on your mouth without chewing. You close your eyes and moan appreciatively. 

Hyunjin makes some sort of strangled noise, and when you open your eyes, you find him staring at you with lust in his eyes. You meet his heated gaze, with heat in your own gaze, and smile.       

You and Hyunjin take your time; both of you enjoy the carefully cooked meat, delicious banchan, and each other's company. When the food is gone, Hyunjin rises and offers you his hand, which you happily take.

You let him lead you to the front where he pays for the meal before opening the door and ushering you out. Darkness fell while you were eating and without the heat of the sun you find the night breeze just a little chilly. 

Hyunjin pulls you close and guides you back to the car with his hand on your lower back. Your interactions during the meal has nurtured the spark of attraction between you into a roaring flame of desire. As such, you're hyper aware of his hand against your back - the heat from his palm radiates through your body. The warmth spreads throughout your body and pools low in your stomach.

Like earlier, Hyunjin opens your car door and helps you in. As you settle into your seat, you know one thing for certain: your stomach may be pleasantly full, but you're filled with a hunger of an entirely different nature.                                                                           

After he slides into the driver's seat, Hyunjin types the address you give him into his phone. It turns out you only live a few blocks from the salon, so he knows the drive won't take long. Is that a blessing or a curse?

The atmosphere in the car comes to life with the unspoken sexual tension between you and him. Hyunjin feels his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. He inhales a deep, measured breath through his nose in an effort to calm himself. Instead, he gets a deep inhale of your sweet perfume, and he only grows harder. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. 

Traffic is lighter this time of day, and in no time at all Hyunjin finds himself parked in front of your apartment. He isn't ready to say goodbye to you, and it seems you aren't quite ready to part either because you haven't made any moves to exit the car. 

Then, it seems you both make up your minds because you speak at the same time he does.

“Hyun-”

“Y/N-”

He gestures for you to continue and waits while you unbuckle your seatbelt to turn and face him. He watches as you close your eyes and take a deep breath before blurting out, “Hyunjin, would you like to come up with me? I don't want the night to end yet…”

For several long seconds he doesn’t move, and he doesn't say anything. He's warring with himself - he wants so badly to go with you. He can't deny how intensely he desires you. He feels like he's burning from the inside out. Following you up to your apartment would just be playing with fire.

You, unfortunately, take his silence as rejection. Your voice trembles as you ramble, “I’m sorry if I misread any signs…I had a great time, but I'll just get going now.”

You scramble to open your door and exit the car, and this shakes him out of his thoughts. He catches your wrist and pulls you back, smashing his lips to yours. 

Your lips against his are so soft and they part in surprise. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between them, meeting yours. He relishes in the way your tongue dances with his. He kisses you for several long minutes. By the time he breaks the kiss, you're both out of breath. 

“Please, Y/N,” he pants, “I want you.”

He's always like to play with fire.

He follows closely behind you as you lead him up to your apartment, opting to take the stairs rather than the elevator for discretion. You're out of breath when you stop outside of apartment 14-3. 

You quickly enter the code to your door, and he follows. As soon as you're both inside, he shuts the door and spins you both, so you're pinned against the door, caged in his arms. He claims your lips again in a feverish kiss and you respond in kind. 

As your lips clash and tongues tangle, he maneuvers his thigh between your legs, pressing against your clothed mound. He can feel the heat radiating from your core. And when you begin to shift your hips, he can feel the wetness seeping through your panties. Each time you grind down on his thigh, you also inadvertently provide friction to his aching cock. 

Eventually he can't take it anymore and he breaks the kiss.

“Please, Y/N,” he pants. “I need to taste you. Can I taste you?”

When you nod, blushing, he picks you up, hands gripping your thighs.

He kisses you and then asks, “bed or couch, pretty girl?”

“Couch - living room is through there,” you respond breathlessly, gesturing with your chin. 

He gently sets you down on the couch and wastes no time kneeling before you on the floor. You lift your hips slightly and he peels your panties off, sliding his hands gently down your thighs as he goes. Thick strings of your arousal cling to your panties and he shamelessly sniffs them before throwing them haphazardly to the side. 

“You smell delicious, pretty.”

He smirks at the way your face flames red at his actions and positions himself between your thighs. His slender shoulders keep your legs spread apart. 

He uses his thumbs to spread your lips apart and takes a moment to admire the view before diving straight in. Using the flat of his tongue he slowly licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your slick tastes divine - a pleasant balance between sweet and tangy - and he moans. 

He repeats the action a few more times, just as slowly, before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance, seeking more of your nectar straight from the source. He could get drunk on you - but it's not enough. 

He shifts your thighs to rest on top of his shoulders, sandwiching his head. He stiffens his tongue and thrusts it into your core, spearing you open. From this new position he can reach deeper, and he repeats the motion again and again. Licking, sucking, slurping. 

You're both moaning messes and he can feel your thighs quivering. 

“Hyunjin, more,” you plead, canting your hips. 

Happy to oblige, he slowly works two of his fingers into you. He scissors them apart and works you open while questing for your g-spot. At the same time, he wraps his lips around your clit. 

When he finds that area of slightly spongy flesh, he gently presses into it, massaging small circles into the flesh. Simultaneously, he uses the tip of his tongue to quickly flick your sensitive bud - all that hard work at learning enunciation paying off. 

Although your thighs muffle all sounds, he can still hear your moans and whimpers. They grow in volume and frequency as he pushes you towards your high. 

Your thighs clamp shut around his head as he pushes you over the edge. He drinks you down, not letting a single drop of your cum go to waste. You moan his name, “Jinnie!!”

He was wrong earlier - the way you moan his name in the height of pleasure is the sweetest sound. And he wants to hear you do it over and over again.

You relax into the couch cushions, breathing hard. You look down between your thighs to where Hyunjin is emerging, his face glistening with the remnants of your release. “Holy fuck, Jinnie…” you pant. “Wait, can I call you, Jinnie?”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, before wiping the hand on his pants. He stands up, slowly unfolding his lithe body, and plops himself down beside you. He raises a hand to your cheek and gently turns your head. 

“You can call me whatever you like, darling,” he murmurs. 

You meet his eyes and smile before leaning in and capturing his lips. He tastes like you, but you don't mind. You deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth. When you eventually withdraw, you tug at his lower lip with your teeth, and he whimpers.

“You taste good, Jinnie,” you croon. “But I bet I know something that tastes even better.”

You slide off the couch until you're the one kneeling between his thighs. 

“What do you say, Jinnie baby…” You look up at him, eyes shrouded behind your long lashes. “Can I return the favor?”

You relish in the way he whimpers, “please.”

Your fingers deftly unbutton his pants before you lean forward taking the zipper between your teeth. 

“Fuck…” he hisses, staring down at you. “That's so fucking hot.”

You grin and hook your fingers into the waistband of both his boxer briefs and pants. You give them a gentle tug and he lifts his hips to help you slide them off in one go. You let them pool around his ankles, too distracted by his newly freed cock, which smacks against his clothed abdomen. 

As far as phalluses go, Hyunjin’s is beautiful. It isn’t the thickest you’ve ever seen, but it’s long with the slightest curve to the left. Like his hands, there is a protruding vein that runs along the underside from base to tip. His cockhead is an angry red and leaking precum. With each beat of his heart, his cock pulses and a little more precum oozes out. 

“Eyes on me,” you say before slowly dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock, tracing the vein, before swirling it around his tip and sucking hard. You let your tongue dip into his slit and gather more of his salty essence. He lets out a breathy moan. He can't control the way his hips jerk up, pressing himself further into your mouth. He feels guilty, stuttering out an “I’m sorry” but you pay him no mind, simply humming around his cock and pressing his hips back into the couch. Your display of dominance combined with the subtle vibrations make his brain go fuzzy. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he relaxes into the couch. 

Still loosely holding his hips, you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock each down stroke. You gag a little when he finally hits the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes unbidden. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, before taking him into your mouth again. You relax your throat and swallow him down inch by inch. 

He lets out a strangled cry and his hips jerk again involuntarily. You tighten your grip on his hips and shove them back into the couch. Pinning him down, you redouble your efforts until his thighs are tense and trembling. 

“I’m so close, please…” he begs. For what - to stop, to continue - neither of you know. 

You slide one hand from his hip to cup his balls as you swallow down his length. As you work your throat around him, he can’t hold back. He reaches one hand down to cup your cheek and emits a strangled moan as he cums straight down your throat. 

You swallow everything down before releasing his cock with a pop. 

Hyunjin knows he’s a goner as soon as he looks down at you kneeling between his feet - spit dribbling down your chin and tear tracks lining your cheeks.

You’re beautiful. 

This was supposed to be a one-time thing. 

To quell the fire inside of him

But this has only been a match in the gas tank. 

There is now an inferno that rages only for you. And he doubts it will be just a one-time thing.   

A/N: Hey all, I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part of Of Haircuts and Hyunjin. Thank you for making it this far. If you enjoyed, please let me know if you'd be interested in a 3rd part. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any of my work.

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