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➪ 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

Jump | One | Two (final)

➪ 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘

𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

Bonus Boyfriend

𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

Falling Coming soon!

➪ 𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

➪ 𝙷𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about

➪ 𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

Give Me Attention Or I’ll Die!

Sharing Is Caring

You’re cute when you’re all worried

Bonus Boyfriend

It’s My Birthday

➪ 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡

𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜…

Game Over

➪ 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

Skz as older brother [Reaction]

Pocket Skz! Behavior/Traits [Bullet list]

Pocket Skz! When you’re sad [Bullet list]

Stray Children [Scenario | HH/HJ/LF]

♥︎ | Main Masterlist | Updated 9/14/20 ♥︎

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masterlist key: s - smut a - angst f - fluff all work is completely fictional and not an actual representation of themselves. works are also all mature, and therefore, 18+, so please minors do not interact. additionally, all work is copyrighted by dwaekkilinos (tumblr) and lotuseaters (ao3). please don’t steal or reproduce my works. <3

series

savior complex | on going | 55.3K | zombie apocalypse au, e2l | s, major a, f

Your father had wielded you to become a machine; a weapon. And a machine you would become. Sleep with one eye open. Find food. Tread on until dark. Repeat. He taught you how to protect; specifically how to protect your family. But he never taught you how to survive with other groups, especially when their leader seems to have it out for you. ( index: part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. ) → series masterlist

series

wind and water | on hold/under construction | 27.5K | surfing au, childhood friends to lovers | s, major a, f

People always had a way of looking at you as if your skin were composed of paper mâché and your heart was made of glass. They just assumed you were kind of like a weak bird . . . but Felix Lee looked at you like you still had some flight left. ( index: part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. ) → series masterlist

Y’all I need some really good Skz fic rn. Please flood my ask with recs/links and I’ll leave my thoughts on it once I read it. Any member is fine, but I do tend to gravitate towards Chan, Minho, and Felix fics.

Tropes I Like: Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Most AUs, honestly not that picky of the fic is good

Tropes I Don’t Want To Read: yandere, anything that takes place ONLY in high school (flashbacks or prologues, etc. in high school are fine)

One of my favorite fics I’ve read recently/am still reading but am caught up is Consort by fizzydrink698.

I’m old, so smut is fine.

Thanks in advance!

06. sharing a bed series ; skz ; felix

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sharing a bed series part 6/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope. bodyguard au. a dose of angst. open ending. past violence and parental abuse mentioned. ongoing perilous situation and forced proximity. not the healthiest dynamic lol. spanking, some rough play, hair-pulling, throat-grabbing, overstimulation, crying during sex, mention of past unprotected sex, a more dominant felix and a kinda bratty reader.

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You kick open your bedroom door.  As usual, no one is home except for you and Felix so you are free to scream and curse and stomp all you want. 

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you shout among a flurry of other colourful words.   

Felix enters behind you with his hands in his pockets, looking as nonchalant as ever. 

Felix’s perpetual calmness is half the reason your father hired him.  The other reason is that Felix was the best behaved boy in the world who grew into the most pristine, perfect man.  Your father did not claw his way to the top of the industrial world by settling for anything less than the best.  Lee Felix is the best.  Your father trusts him with everything and anything, including wrangling his rambunctious daughter.  Felix’s job is to guard and protect you – from others and from yourself.   He is annoyingly good at it.    

Felix is the prettiest, loveliest, sweetest man on the outside, particularly selected for his unassuming attributes.  An obvious bodyguard figure draws unwanted attention.  Felix, however, attended high school and college with you, posing as a fellow student and never looking out of place, always appearing gentle and ordinary and kind.  Behind that, he is a lethally competent bodyguard.  Your skinny, freckled, fair-haired watchdog can subdue any adversary. 

Including the one tonight. 

“I was just doing my job,” Felix says.  He closes your bedroom door and locks it out of habit even though you are home alone.  He is still completely uncaring to your crisis, as fucking usual, wandering around like he is a sensitive little lamb, smiling and content. 

You throw yourself down on your bed with a dramatic heave. 

“You broke his arm!” you cry.   

Felix is standing at your desk, removing his work equipment.  He is dressed like a civilian for the most part, denim pants with a windbreaker and a button-down over a t-shirt.  He lays the jacket over the back of the chair and sighs, looking at his reflection in your vanity mirror.   He runs a hand through his hair, still casual, feathering the dyed locks so they flutter back into place.   

“I was just doing my job,” he repeats.  He undoes the button-down and tosses it aside, then kicks his shoes under the desk.  

Felix is all sharp lines and harsh angles, slender but athletic.  His cheekbones are high, his angular face softened by his dark eyes and endearing freckles.   That sweetness is juxtaposed by the gun harness strapped across his back. 

You swallow.  The harness hits the floor, then he grabs the back of the t-shirt and yanks it swiftly over his head.  It joins the pile of discarded articles. 

He sits on the desk chair with a distracted sigh, dutifully disassembling the gun for an inspection or cleaning or whatever nonsense Felix has decided is more important than your conversation.  

“His arm,” you repeat.  “You broke his arm.  He was a completely innocent guy!  I’m allowed to flirt with guys!  Just because you’re my daddy’s good dog and he doesn’t let you get your dick wet, doesn’t mean I have to suffer too.” 

Felix looks at you, his mouth a thin line with his unamused smile. 

“Cute,” he says.  He drops the smile and his distinctive deep voice drops another decibel when he says, “You can flirt.  Just not with him.”

“His arm—”

Felix closes the gun and puts it on the desk. 

“I think he was lucky I didn’t rip it off for grabbing you like that, don’t you think?”  Felix says.  He asks it so nicely too, tipping his head imploringly, like he really wants an answer.  Not that he waits.  Just as soon as the smile comes, it goes, replaced with a eye roll as he gets to his feet. 

“Get ready for bed,” Felix says.  “And, mmm, that’s not a request by the way.  I’m phoning your dad to tell him we’re home safe.” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to argue, just leaves the room while reaching into his back pocket for his phone.  He closes the door behind himself, leaving you to fume by your lonesome. 

Out of rebellious frustration, you do not budge an inch.  You cross your arms and sit back on your bed, still dressed in your evening outfit.  You can distantly hear Felix speaking in a formal voice and it makes you twitch with anticipation. 

Felix being so professional is simultaneously his most annoying and most attractive quality.  Annoying, because he really never falters on the clock.  Attractive, because it wouldn’t be any fun pushing him to the boundaries of his rules if he wasn’t such a stickler in the first place.

When Felix returns, still wearing nothing more than his jeans, his expression immediately turns exasperated.  He closes the door and puts his hands on his hips, staring down at you.  

You stare straight ahead, arms and ankles crossed.   You and Felix have shared a bed since the day he was hired, back when you were teenagers, as you were in the habit of sneaking out at night.  You were not intimidated by the chubby-cheeked teenage boy, gleefully slipping past him while he slumbered – until suddenly you were being yanked back through the window.  You learned the hard way that despite his appearance and disposition, he was an especially skilled martial artist.    

As your father continues to accrue enemies in every market, you cannot live life on your own, not without endangering it.  You still need Felix.  You still share a bed.  Everything you do, you do with Felix, whether you like it or not.  Felix expresses little feeling on that front, a perpetual font of seeming sunshine when he isn’t breaking someone’s arm.

You know you are being mightily petulant by keeping him up, but you don’t care.   If you can’t have what you want then neither can he.   You can stay up all night, just staring and glaring at each other contemptuously.  You are happy to let all that mutual disdain simmer through its achingly slow burn. 

“Really?”  Felix says.  “Do we have to do this tonight?” 

“I’m not doing anything,” you say.   

“Right.”  He laughs dryly but sits gingerly on his side of the bed.  He smiles, his eyes crinkling sweetly with pleasure.  His hair is getting longer again, sweeping his neck, and you watch as he delicately tucks some behind his ear.   He leans on one arm, looking at you.  “I’ll ask you nicely then, sweetheart.” 

Ooh, that’s a low blow and he knows it.  The word sweetheart always sounds so rich in his mouth, his accent softening the heart of it.  Hopefully he misses the way you melt, but you doubt it. 

His smile only deepens. 

“Please, please get ready for bed,” he says.  “It’s been a long day, yeah?  And we’re both so tired.  Come on.  Let’s go.  Just need some rest I think.  Yeah, yeah, let’s go.” 

You do not move.    

You hear him sigh, a melodic sound.  He runs his hand through his hair again. 

“All right,” he says, soulfully.  “All right.  Fine.” 

You hear the sharper inflection in his tone but you react a moment too late.  Your bed is big, big enough you could starfish without even brushing his side of the bed, so it takes you a second to scamper to the opposite side. 

That second is too long.  Felix reaches out and grabs you by the calf, dragging you across the bed.

“Don’t you dare,” you say, kicking at him to no avail.   “I’ll phone my dad!”

He is completely undeterred by your dramatics, only sighing when he hauls you over his lap. 

“Go ahead,” he says.  “I’m allowed to use, uhhh, what’d he say… discretion… mm… to discipline you if I think I need to.” He puts his phone within your reach.  It is not a genuine gesture of goodwill so much as it is taunting you because you both know your father would take his side.   “Well?” he asks.  “Do you want to phone him?”   

“I hate you,” you say.

“I know,” he replies.  “Sorry.” 

He sounds like he means it, though it’s hard to believe him when he flicks up your dress and swings his open palm across your ass.  His hand comes down four more times before he neatly fixes your skirt again. 

“Bed time?” he asks brightly, like everything has been solved with no problem. 

You crawl off his lap while grumbling irritably, doing your best to ignore the smarting on your behind when you turn over to glare at him.  He is just smiling at you, that thin-lipped way he smiles with dry humour. 

“I hate you,” you say again. 

He waves his hand, gesturing the vaguest, blandest sentiment of meh with its wiggle.  

“I’m just doing my job,” he says for the millionth time. 

“Really?” you reply with as much sarcasm as he usually gives.  He hears it, tilting his head like a curious cat, as if he has no idea why you could possibly be upset with him – though the stupid little upturn to his lips tells you that he knows exactly why.  

You hate him.  You really, really do hate him.  You have never hated anyone the way you hate him and you want to shout it from the roof.  But you can’t do that.  You can only say it to his face in private, in whatever way you can.  

You reach without warning, cupping the bulge between his legs and finding a lot more than a denim crinkle.  His gaze darkens, his hand covering yours warningly, though he doesn’t lift it away.

You adopt a saccharine sweet tone when you speak.

“Do you tell my daddy that when you discipline me you get hard?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. 

He moves your hand to his thigh instead, shaking his head. 

“Stop being silly,” he says.  “Go get ready for bed.” 

Your eyes follow him as he stands.  He doesn’t get far when you grab his belt loop and tug him back.   Felix has fast reflexes and is incredibly coordinated, so you find it hard to believe you sincerely bested him, but he stumbles as if you did.   He stands where you want him, where he’s close enough for you to kneel on the bed and press your face right against his bulge. 

He says your name in a warning voice, his already deep voice dropping more.

“I wonder…” you say, nuzzling your nose against the ridge in the denim, where you can feel him hard and getting harder still.  “When my daddy asks you what we do all day,” you say, flicking your eyes up to his, “do you tell him your dick spends more time in my mouth than in your pants?”

His nostrils flare with his next breath. 

You smile, victorious. 

“He still thinks you’re his perfect soldier, doesn’t he?” you ask.  “You can do no wrong.  Little does he know…”

“I do my job,” Felix says.  “And I do a good job.  Okay? That’s all that matters.”   

You start to open your mouth, one hand climbing towards his fly.   You stop with a gasp when he fists a chunk of your hair, tugging your head away from him.  It sends a hot shock rippling through you, flooding you with the recollection of all the times he grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, the times he cupped your head and put himself in your mouth despite knowing better, the number of times he fucked between your pretty lips and forgot to be proper, cursing so much it was practically poetry. 

This time he guides you away and you whimper miserably.  He does not loosen his grip, his fingers threading closer to your scalp so it both hurts less and holds stronger.   He knows better than to just let go.   He knows you perfectly.  You glare at him. 

“Look at me,” he says, because your gaze dropped to his bulge again.  “I said look at me.”   He tugs your hair so you obey, giving him your most annoyed expression.  “You’re listening, yeah?” he says.  He doesn’t wait for an answer.  “You’re going to go to your closet.  Get ready for bed.  Sleep.  You’re going to do that,” his voice turns frighteningly pleasant, “or I’m going to carry you over there and get you ready myself.” 

“Like when we were leaving the club tonight?” you ask just as sweetly.  “And you put me over your shoulder then, oops, something happened when we were in the limo, didn’t it?” 

He lets go of you, exhaling tiredly in a high-pitched breath.

“Where did all your pretty rings go, Felix?” you ask, reaching for his bare hand, usually adorned with rings.  “Did they fall on the floor in the limo when you decided you had to shove your hand up my skirt?”   

Leaving the club, you were both wired.  Felix was honestly justified in breaking that guy’s arm.  You purposefully chose the creepiest, shadiest guy in the club to lead on, knowing Felix would appear two seconds later to rescue you.   He always does.  No one else ever pays you any personal attention and your life is too complicated for romance, so you thrive on the feeling of someone caring enough to always find you – even if it’s literally his job. 

You also like getting mad at him for overreacting, but you like his overreactions.   Him twisting and breaking that creep’s arm honestly turned you on.  It also got Felix all worked up, a bit pissed because you were being irresponsible again but nonetheless heated.  You thought for sure he’d take you home and go crazy and fuck you in the foyer.  Instead he put up the limo divider and one-by-one removed his rings, giving you ample time to refuse before he covered your mouth tightly and slid his other hand up between your thighs. 

Of course, despite bringing you to the edge several times, he never let you finish.  Because he’s the worst. 

And now you’re all worked up and he’s shirtless and being a stupid, pretty, two-faced bitch.

“I—”  you start. 

He rolls his eyes and says, “I know. I know.  You hate me.  Now go.”

You get up, stomping all the way to your walk-in closet.  You can’t even slam the door because it’s a sliding one, but you make the biggest possible demonstration of closing it anyway. 

You get ready for bed.   You briefly consider dressing provocatively or even strolling out there naked, but in the end you decide to just dress in your ugly, comfy, over-sized t-shirt and march angrily back into the room. 

Felix is gone when you return, probably off to double-check the house security one last time before joining you.   You could try climbing out the window and down the terrace, just to be ridiculous, but he’ll catch up sooner than later and be even more annoying about it.   So you get into bed and turn off the lights, laying down with a huff, blankets pulled up to your chin. 

You get a bit dozy before Felix returns, the creaking door snapping you awake.  You look over your shoulder and watch him finally shuck the jeans.  He gets into bed in his boxers, removing his earrings once under the covers.  He puts on the bedside table, then double-checks his gun is in the drawer, then and then only then does he lay down. 

The big bed leaves an ocean of space between you.  You roll over to face him.  His eyes are closed but there’s no way he is already asleep. 

“Felix,” you whisper, even though the big house is empty, “I’m cold.”

“There’s another blanket in the closet,” he says without opening his eyes. 

You slide across the bed, close enough to reach out and put a hand on his chest.  He opens his eyes and stares straight up. 

“I need a cuddle,” you say.  “Or I’ll have nightmares.” 

“You’re not a child anymore,” he says. 

That is maybe one thing you miss about the time before you and Felix started… this.  When things were still innocent between you, he would often let you snuggle up with him.  Now, he keep his distance.  Now, he doesn’t hug or hold you. 

So no one does.    

“We’re still young,” you say, a dumb argument, but you’re tired and out of ideas. 

“I was never as young as you,” he grumbles, more to himself than you.  He seems to realize what he said and shakes his head.  He pats your hand on his chest then rolls over, leaving his back to you. 

You slowly return your hand to yourself, staring at the back of his head with an uncharacteristic prickling of tears. 

Felix doesn’t talk about his life before this.  You just know that it was somehow worse.   Worse than being a watchdog.  Worse than giving up years of his life to protect someone else.   Worse than the times your father wanted to discipline you but learned that if he hit you directly you would just patch yourself up and move on, but if he hit Felix then you would break down and offer anything to make him stop.  

You can see a couple faded scars from those times, faint lines that cross his back, remnants of old belt lashings.  You touch one now, tracing your finger lightly from one end to the other.  You watch a shiver roll down his spine.   He doesn’t turn around. 

Giving up, you roll away, back to your distant side of the bed.  You close your eyes and will yourself to sleep, but it just makes you well up with tears.  You sniffle, rubbing your nose messily on the back of your arm.    

Fabric rustles.  You suck in a breath when Felix slides up behind you, pulling you into the middle of the bed where he holds you snugly in his arms.   You immediately roll to face him, throwing a leg over his hip and burying your face in his neck. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, nothing else. 

“I hate you,” you say, then press a kiss just under his jaw.

“I know.”  He cups the back of your head as your kisses move down his neck.  “I know.” 

You make it to the middle of his chest before he turns you onto your back and gets up over you.  He kisses you properly, thumbs wiping your tears as his mouth makes you forget about the reason you cried at all.  All that matters is kissing him back, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him close as possible.  His sounds of pleasure are so deep and rough and rumbling. 

“Fuck me, please, please,” you say, pushing your fingers into his hair. 

He groans, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“You know we can’t do that,” he says. 

“We’ve done it before,” you say, purposefully canting your hips to rub against him, reminding him you are still so hot and wet from his finger-fucking, that only stupid underwear keeps you apart.  It has the desired effect, his brow furrowing as he holds himself still above you.  You peck his lips and string your arms around his neck.  “You know I’m on birth control now for that reason,” you say, a little sweetly, smiling up at him.  “Remember?”

He drops his face in the crook of your neck and makes an even crazier sound, shaking his head. 

“That was very, very irresponsible of us, you know,” he says. 

“Mhm,” you say, sliding your hand down his body to his waistband.  “It really was.  But it felt good, didn’t it?   Dangerous.  Coming inside me like that.”

Felix is right; that incident was very irresponsible.  You had already started your little cat-and-mouse game and ran out of condoms one night.  Because the two of you only have sex with each other, when that happened, you usually just fooled around until he pulled out. 

That time was… a lot.   You were pressed so tightly together and you were being painfully quiet because you weren’t home alone.  It was such a stupid time to mess around, but common sense leaves you when Felix is involved. 

That feeling is mutual.  Felix knew better too.   If he got you pregnant… the fallout with your father would be catastrophic for both of you.   Still, for that moment he was inside you, with your fingers laced together and pressed by your head, with your legs tight around him and his face in your neck, nothing else seemed to exist.  You were two normal people who were allowed to do whatever they wanted with whoever they wanted.  It was a breathless, momentary fantasy, holding him tight and telling him to come, shuddering at the noise he made as he did just that.   You didn’t even panic after the fact.   You let the moment linger for as long as it could, still pretending you were normal, still pretending it was fine. 

You started birth control soon after, telling your father it was to regulate your period.   He waved it off, not wanting to hear more.  

Your father has truly never suspected a thing.  He doesn’t see the people around him as people, just objects, so it makes sense that he sees nothing in Felix but a soldier.  He doesn’t know anything about Felix.  Doesn’t know the pattern of his freckles or how his eyes crinkle up when he smiles.  Doesn’t know he has a sweet tooth and will dump a thing of sugar in nearly everything.  Doesn’t know what he finds funny, doesn’t know what makes him sad, doesn’t know anything at all.  

You drag your calf up the back of his leg.

“Felix,” you say. 

He gives you no chance to say more.  One second you are in limbo, the very next he has shoved down both his boxers and your underwear and is already pressing into you.  Only nonsense leaves your lips after that, your eyes closing as he works your body like a familiar and well-loved instrument.   He knows it as well as you do.  As you do his.  It’s easy to work him up, to get him as close as you. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, changing position so he’s kneeling.  He puts one of your legs up against his chest, levelling you with an amused smile.  “You’re trying to get me to finish first,” he says. 

“What? Noooo…”  Your giggle turns into a gasp.  You can be as loud as you want but you bite your fist anyway, hiccupping with a choked back sob of pleasure when he finds an angle that makes you see stars. 

“Yes, you are,” he says.  “But you won’t win.” 

“I will,” you say.

“Uh-uh,” he says. “Sure.” 

He makes you come twice before he does.  He even starts pushing you towards a third but you are so oversensitive that it makes tears fall.  He cups your chin and looks at you, cursing. 

“You’re so mean,” you say, smiling through your tears.  “Getting off to me crying.”

“I’m—not—I just—”

“Liar,” you tease.  “You totally are.”

He just giggles.  Then he flips a switch and goes from cute to something else, grabbing your throat and fucking into your oversensitive pussy so good and hard that you cry out.

“Shhh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he says.  “Got you.  Got you.  I—”

You kiss him and he comes, sinking into you with dick and tongue and breath, filling you and surrounding you.  

You hold him close, arms tight around him, his sweaty forehead pressed to yours.   When he tries to lift away, you pull him back, making him laugh softly. 

“Stay,” you say, and repay his torture by squeezing him inside you, knowing it will make him twitch and jerk with oversensitivity of his own. 

“You never make it easy for me, do you,” he says with no animosity. 

You shake your head and smile like you’re proud of that.  He laughs then kisses you.   The kiss is good and thorough and sweet, completely loving, affectionate.  It gets your heart racing despite everything you just did.  You rest your hands on his chest and gently push him back. 

“I still hate you,” you say, because you have to say it, because the opposite would be too dangerous to ever say.  You can’t even let that word enter your thoughts, certainly never let it leave your lips.  If you held that word in your mouth for even a second, you would become addicted to it.   So you glare at him with all passion you can muster and say,   “I hate you so much.”   You sniffle when he wipes your tears away.   You turn your face.  “I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone.” 

“I know,” he says in a strained voice.  He presses his forehead to your temple and exhales.   “I know, sweetheart.” 

no nut november - lee minho (winner)

-> pairing : minho x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.1k

-> genre : smut, etablished relation

-> warnings : dom!minho, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, use of 'good girl', 'kitten" and 'slut' (lovingly), overstimulation, spanking

+ the way i'm depicting minho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

To say Minho was confident about his chances was an understatement. Honestly, he knew he wouldn’t have much competition, except maybe from Seungmin. Still, he followed the loss of all his members like the best show he had ever seen, teasing them endlessly. Some surprises came with the bet, like Jeongin being one of the last still going after the third week of November. But overall, they were all so predictable that Minho could have guessed how it would end. 

So when he received a message from Seungmin the 30th, saying that he was out, Minho knew that he had finally won. Just two days, and he could finally do all the things he was constantly thinking about for these past weeks to you. It hadn’t been an easy win, he must say. He almost lost just once, when he was making out with you on your couch during a movie night. But he managed - God knows how - to contain himself and stay strong. 

Even though he didn’t lose control doesn’t mean that he didn’t get crazy over you for the smallest things. Like this one time when you were applying your gloss, getting ready for the date Minho had planned for the two of you. The act was innocent, no ulterior motives - of course, you were so sweet, didn’t do anything to try and make him lose - but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to other places. He couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips wrapped around his cock, couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips covered in his cum, as well as your perfect face. But these fantasies were all he would authorize himself, or else, he would have gone mad by now. 

On your side, even if this challenge was frustrating too, it was also very amusing : seeing your spoiled boyfriend, who used to get what he wanted from you immediately, struggling to keep the last pieces of his sanity together was funny. Very funny. But you knew that you wouldn’t be laughing at the end of the month, most likely screaming and crying underneath Minho. But you knew that as soon as his primal needs and yours would be fulfilled, he was gonna be the sweetest boyfriend ever. And you couldn’t wait to hold him and fall asleep in his arms.  

Therefore you weren’t surprised when you heard someone knocking at your door at midnight precisely. Minho hadn’t tell you anything but you were sure that as soon as he could, he would come and fuck you. That’s exactly why you decided to stay awake, watching your favorite film and patiently waiting for him to show up at your door. You couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips as you unlocked the door of your apartment to reveal the well-known silhouette of your boyfriend, leaning on the wall and wearing the same smile as you. 

“- Have you missed me, kitten ?

- Well, come and find out.”

It didn’t take more than that for him to grab your waist, pushing your body against his already rock hard member, and to kiss you like he needed you to breathe, like you were his oxygen. And in a sense, it was true. This month without you, without feeling your skin under his hands, without feeling your touch. This month was really what he had pictured when he imagined hell. 

“- You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow kitten…

- Good, because I want you to ruin me.”

You didn’t even notice that Minho closed the door until he pushed you against it, his tongue playing with yours like he wanted to win a fight he had already won anyway. He always won. And if he didn’t, it was only a moment of peace before he took the lead again. But honestly, you weren’t complaining right now : you had missed him too much to care, just like he had missed you. From the way he was groping every part of your body as he was undressing you from your shorts and hoodie, to the way he grunted when you ran your fingers through his hair. He clearly missed you as much as you did. 

“- Minho… Please, don’t tease…”

No answer came to your ears as he helped you get out of your last piece of clothing and got down on his knees. That was enough of an answer for you. You were already breathing heavily, anticipating Minho’s next move. One of his fingers ran along your clit, making you shiver and whine for more. You needed him. You needed to feel him. 

“- Already so wet for me… You missed me that much ?

- Yes, I missed you so much Min… Please, I need you….”

Your pleas were enough to convince him apparently because he immediately dived into your cunt, eating you out as if he was a man starved. A sigh left his lips when your taste engulfed him. Fuck. He missed your taste, missed your moans, missed your hands tugging at his roots, missed the way you were grinding against his face. He missed it all even if it was worth it. 

But what was even more worth it was to relieve all this pent up frustration of the past month. Yes, it was torture most of the time, but Minho must admit that getting to touch you again after so long made him want to appreciate it even more, savoring every drop of your juices as if it was the most expensive champagne he ever got to taste, and taking his sweet time, listening to your moans like his favourite song. 

You quickly felt close to the edge, wanting nothing more than cumming on his tongues. And Minho knew the tale-tell signs of your orgasm by heart : how your thighs began to shake, how you lost the rhythm of your hips, how you tugged harder on his strands of hair. And after all you did for him this month, he was more than happy to offer it to you, sucking one last time on your clit and coaxing your first orgasm out of you. By the time he got to his feets, you were almost back to reality, your chest still heaving to your hitched breathe. 

“- You okay ?”

His fingers brushed softly against your cheek, a rough contrast with how messily he was eating your pussy just minutes ago, your arousal still coating his chin and lips. 

“- Yeah… You’re just too good at this.

- Wanna see all the other things I’m good at ?”

And he did show you. He put you on your knees for him, pushing his rock hard cock until it hit the back of your throat, grinning when you gagged around him. He fucked your mouth roughly, releasing all his annoyance of the past month until you milked him dry. Then, he played with you again, his fingers plunged as deeply as possible into your cunt, hitting your sweet every time he curled them in the right angle, making you cum for the second time before he got you on all fours. 

“- Gonna be a good girl and give me one more kitten ?”

You simply moaned by way of answer, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him as all you earned was a slap that made your ass jiggle, the sound echoing through your bedroom. You couldn’t see Minho’s face, but you could easily imagine the smirk playing on his lips. 

“- Use your words.

- Yes, yes I can… Please, fuck me…

- That’s better.”

Both of you knew that the act he was putting on would drop as soon as he slid in between your wet walls. His moans were almost louder than yours, his iron grip on your hips that will certainly leave marks holding you in place. It’s been too long. Too long since he tasted you, kissed you, touched you, fucked you. And now, finally buried deep inside of you, he found himself unable to move. Every now and then, your pussy fluttered around his shaft and he groaned while tightening his grip on your waist.

“- I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last long.”

His voice was already airy, cut out by little high-pitched moans every time he thrusted back into you. And that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. It was a shame you couldn’t see his face right now, but the feeling of his heavy length pounding in and out of your cunt was already enough to bring you closer to your relief. You weren’t going to last long either, having missed being fucked by him too much.

“- Don’t care… S-So good Min…”

At this point, you were fucking yourself on his cock, and Minho stared down at your ass coliding with his abs everytime you moved backwards, moaning loudly everytime he hitted your sweet spot. It really was a sight to behold, and he didn’t miss a bit of it, his gaze lingering on your cunt swallowing him whole. 

“- You’re so fucking nasty baby, bet you fantasized about that every day, didn’t you ?”

You were so out of it that you couldn’t form any coherent word, and even less sentences, only whimpers leaving your lips. Minho chuckled from behind you, picking up on his pace and holding your hips still while he rammed into you at a much quicker rhythm. 

“- I am fucking you so good you can’t talk ? Is that it little slut ?”

You moaned in approuval, reliveing in the way his body now pressed into yours in the mattress, his lips brushing against your ear everytime he talked dirty to you. Minho knew how excited that got you. He wanted you to come before him, he wanted to feel the delicious ache of you getting impossibly tight around him before cumming too. 

“- Answer, or you’re not getting what you want.

- Y-Yeah ! 

- Yeah to what ? That’s not a proper response baby.”

The sweet name paired with his hand slapping your ass was degrading, borderline humiliating, but it felt so fucking good, tightening the knot in your stomach and bringing you so much closer to your climax.

“- You’re fucking me s-so good I can’t… Ah… I can’t talk.

- Good girl. Now you can cum.”

As if you only needed his permission to do so, you reached your breaking point, screaming in pleasure and your pussy contracting so hard around him he came almost immediately, moaning your name loudly as he spilled his load deep inside of you. Both of your orgasms were so intense your visions became white, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. For a moment, the only sound breaking the silence of your bedroom was one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some strength to move from the position you were currently in, which was becoming quite uncomfortable. 

Minho rolled off from your body, laying on your side and bringing you close to him, not wanting to leave the warmth radiating from you. You immediately cuddled against him, settling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent with an audible sigh of relief. 

“- That was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of my whole life.”

You giggled at his words, but you could only agree with him : it indeed was, and even if you weren’t certain that an entiere month of frustration was the better way of getting it, you were still glad for it.

“- Yeah, it was amazing but I’m gonna need a good shower.

- Does this mean round two ?”

You hit his toned chest playfully, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t miss his teasing smirk and he didn’t miss the way the corner of your lips were threatening to stretch out. 

“- That means we’re not doing that ever again. I missed you too much, it wasn’t really fun.”

Feeling you snuggle even more against him, Minho tightens his hold on you, one of his hands coming to caress your shoulders, his gaze softening. He lowered his head enough to be able to kiss the crown of your hair, burying his face inside just after, the perfume of your shampoo feeling familiar enough to totally relax him.

“- I missed you a lot too. But it was worth it seeing them losing one after another.”

You hit him again, but it only made him chuckle softly. You knew your boyfriend was very competitive, and maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all, you thought, when you felt his hands sliding from your shoulder to your ass, squeezing them roughly. 

“- So… Round two ?”

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I can't stop thinking about this! I don't really read regency aus but boy this was so good!! ❤️❣️💗

The Modern Wife

HAN JISUNG REGENCY AU

A/n: Literally I’ve been so obsessed with the idea of this I had to mess up my schedule and write this. Also, omg will you look at that edit job??? I have never used photoshop in my life and look at that!!! Also special shoutout to Celi @poeticallyspaghetti​ for helping me so much with this

See how many Austen quotes you can spot!

Warnings: Slight cursing, mention of violence

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Miss Y/n L/n is the talk of the town. She is one of four gorgeous sisters. Her father is a successful politician who travels frequently back and forth to London. She is beautiful, poised, and absolutely unobtainable. Every man in town had been asking for her hand, all except a certain Colonel. Things are turned upside down when Miss L/n is forced into an engagement.

Genre: history!au, enemies to lovers!au, regency!au, historical!au, pride, and prejudice!au

“OW! Not so tight, Harry!” I screamed holding onto my bedposts as my maid and friend, Harriet pulled the laces tight on my corset. “Harry, are you trying to kill me?” I said with a laugh. The small thin plank of wood in the boning pressed hard against my chest and pushed up my breasts as high as they would go for no reason other than to put them on display. 

Ironic that it was unseemly to show my ankle but my cleavage could parade about the world openly. For the next forty minutes, Harriet proceeded to help me get dressed. The pale yellow frock complimented my skin nicely. Harriet always knew what I looked best in. She sat me down at my vanity while she fixed my hair, untwisted the fabric that tied my curls. Before she could finish my eyes glimpsed movement outside my window. 

“Cecilia!”

Bolting up from the chair I ran down the hall, fabric billowing behind me. I rushed passed several servants as I made my way down the sunlit passageway. “Miss Y/n,” our butler, Mr. Carson, exclaimed as I nearly ran him over. Thankfully he did not drop the glassware on his tray. “I’m sorry, Carson!” “Don’t worry about it, my lady.”

With a bright smile, I burst through the large entryway doors and was met by a gracious morning breeze, A carriage had pulled up in the driveway and a woman a few years older than me was exiting the cab with the help of a footman.

“Cecilia! You’re home!” 

“Y/n!”

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Pairing ↬ Seungmin x Fem! Reader Genre ↬ Agst + Fluff + Smut Word Count ↬ 5.480 Tags ↬ Royal AU, Seungmin is a Prince, reader is his most trusted knight, medieval settings Requested ↬  incredibly, this Series was requested!

👑 Royals! Stray Kids Series: Chan ✿ Changbin ✿ Hyunjin ✿ Jisung ✿ Minho ✿ Felix: Part One | Part Two ✿ Jeongin

Kim Seungmin, a name you knew far too well. Kim Seungmin, the soon to be King; but also, Kim Seungmin, your beloved bestfriend. You and him knew each other since you were little, both your parents deciding that the two of you should grow up together in order to develop a strong bond based on friendship and loyalty which would definitely come in hand as soon as you’d be proclaimed his personal bodyguard- since your family had always served the Royal family like that. Truth to be told, your parents expected to give birth to a boy, but nonetheless, the King decided that even if you were a girl, you would have been trained for the same purpose. Days turned into years, and the two of you gradually grew up, overcoming together even the most embarrassing stages of your adolescence, and completely becoming inseparable. People at the King’s court did not fail to express their disagreement with the fact that the personal guard of the only heir to the throne was a woman, but anytime it happened, both the King and Seungmin stood up for you. «She comes from a well-respected family,» the King would answer, «I have good faith in her.» «You have no idea of what she can do!» Seungmin would answer instead. Eventually you proved your capabilities and your talent, deciding to spend most of your free time training yourself, and so, in your twenties, you proved yourself enough in battle to being assured both the title of Seungmin’s personal bodyguard, but also the Royal army’s Commander. The rumours of a woman being not enough qualified for the job disappeared, and people respected you, the only complain being about your too-stoic behaviour. What they did not know, is that Seungmin was the only one to see both sides of the coin. Seungmin’s behaviour – and therefore yours, immediately changed as soon as you were alone, and you’d spend your time laughing together until your stomachs hurt, sharing blankets, cuddles, and everything a couple of friends that had known each other for their own life would do. When you were alone, you and Seungmin would often lose yourselves in your own little world, where the two of you were the only inhabitants.

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Falling Over Night

Han Jisung × fem!reader

Genre: fluff, strangers au, street musician

Word count: 2.8k

Synopsis: Y/n escapes from a boring party at a Saturday night, feeling empty and lonely. Not having where to go, she roams around the busy streets of the night, until she meets him. A charming street musician with a captivating voice that hypnotized her to sit next to him and watch him singing and playing his guitar.

Falling for someone over night, only happens in fairytales. But why do they find themselves falling for each other?

A/N:

I thought of using the original song, but I preferred this one cover with the guitar :) Not edited btw :')

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Saturday night.

Normal people would be going wild in clubs and parties. But unlike them, you always find these things out of your comfort zone, parties weren't your cup of tea.

You didn't like meeting people through drunk conversations and suffocating, loud places. You weren't an introvert, you just enjoyed peaceful things better.

Your friends however, had persuaded you to come with them to a party this Saturday night. A person's party that you haven't even met before. You didn't like the idea of it, you thought that it would be better to stay home and watch some Disney movies or read a book. But your friends had enough of this, claiming that you can always do that some other time.

Turns out, that you did do them the favor of coming to that party, even though you wouldn't hesitate to leave the place if things got out of hand. Dressing up in a silky, olive green, thin strap top and high-waist black jeans, adding some gold jewelry and putting make up on, you left your house.

Unsurprisingly enough however, not even an hour later after entering the party, you found yourself walking away.

It wasn't because of the party getting out of hand, rather, you couldn't bare being in there. You thought you could manage, but you proved yourself wrong.

You texted your friends for your absence, not really giving them an excuse, to which they never replied. They were probably having the fun you couldn't have there. For you, it was a boring and tasteless way of entertainment. You never understood why people idolized parties so much. You felt lonely, walking down the streets alone with no one by your side. You felt that the people that you called your 'friends', were just being nice to you and nothing more. You never went into deep, philosophical conversations or hung out with them out of public. You never related with them about anything, or genuinely laughed with them.

You were used to this, though. Even though it hurt and left you feeling empty, you were used to being alone. Always enjoying things you liked on your own.

Listening to your heels clicking on the hard pavement, the air muffled with the murmuring of the people walking pass by you, you realized that it wasn't half bad being alone. It was definitely better than that boring party, at least.

The city night life was rather energetic and amusing. The soft, warm color of the street lights, the occasional chuckle from the people around you, the warm smell of street food and open stores, was all too healing for you.

What made you halt your momentum however, was when your ears perked up at the sound of a soft guitar melody, followed by an angelic-like male's voice. The sound didn't seemed to be rather away from where you were standing, so you picked up your pace again and blindly followed the music.

Such a mesmerizing voice that complemented the acoustic guitar exceptionally well. His voice held so much emotion, that sneaked inside and warmed up your heart.

You always admired people with talent in art. Either dancers, painters or musicians. You loved art and this was a way of entertainment for you.

As the music got louder, in the close distance, where people walked around the stores, you saw him.

A boy, around your age, leaning on a wall next to a restaurant.

Considering his simplistic outfit and the way he had laid down his guitar case for people to throw money, you could tell he was a street musician wanting to make some income out of his talent.

Some people were passing by him unbothered and some others, were considerate enough to throw inside his balck case a couple of coins.

It was unfair, you thought, for people with such talent not to get recognised by the crowd. The boy was clearly amazing, his voice was able to make your heart flutter and hypnotize you just with one word.

Your feet automatically brought you in front of the brunette boy, unconsciously smiling to yourself, feeling peaceful, as if all your worries were melting away. Not even thinking of it twice, you grabbed your purse and threw a 20 dollar bill inside his guitar case and swiftly looked around you, searching for a place to sit.

Much to your surprise, you spotted a public wooden bench just right across from where the boy was standing, giving you the perfect view point of the street musician. Satisfied, you walked towards it and sat yourself down, crossing you legs and getting comfortable at the hard surface. It was all too convinient, watching and listening to the boy perfectly, while sitting on a big bench all alone. For some people might have been odd for a young lady, dressed so nicely only to watch a common street musician, but to you was the best feeling.

Firstly, the songs he was singing was entirely your taste. Old, meaningful songs back in your parents and grandparents' age.

Secondly, you didn't mind just simply observing him. He was too attractive for you for some weird reason. The way his fluffy hair fell down and slightly covered his eyes. His fingers that played with his guitar strings so delicately. His lips moving to the melody and letting out beautiful lyrics. His whole posture was captivating and you couldn't help but let yourself be drawn to him.

It wasn't long when he caught you admiring him. He had noticed you throwing that 20 dollar bill and at first, he thought that you might have threw it by accident. It was an incredulous amount of money for a street musician, he was used to the metallic coins only. As if this wasn't shocking enough, he then saw you walking away, only to place yourself on the wooden bench across from him and watch.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel his heart warming up. He felt as if this night was the luckiest among the rest. A person recognizing his talent and actually being generous enough to give him such amount. He tried to be professional, but he couldn't help but blush in happiness. You were his highlight of the night and an idea crossed his mind.

Play only for you tonight.

He had spent countless nights playing for people, but no one ever behaved liked you. He felt special for once in his life. He felt as if all his work didn't go to waste, even if it was only for one person. A beautiful young lady at that.

Getting admiration for your talent, is something artists want the most. Even if its from one person, they can get so happy. That's how Jisung felt that night, so happy.

All because of you.

Something inside him called out to him. A small teasing voice telling him to approach you in some way. But not just in any way. He wanted to make it more casual, but simultaneously more special. More like his taste. More romantic.

You caught the brunette boy stealing glances at you all the while you observed him. You founf it cute the way he would blush and avert his eyes every time you smiled at him. You didn't know you were distracting him in the most sweet way possible.

You felt your heart drop once you saw him gathering up his stuff after finishing with the song. Thinking that he was done for the night, your once full of warmth heart started getting empty again. It was only then when you realised that you were truly enjoying yourself, but now that the boy was leaving, all the enjoyment was vanishing away. Fainting, like an old sweet memory.

But something in the way he acted, caught your attention. Instead of placing his guitar inside the black case, he just simply zipped it and hung it over his shoulder, before picking his guitar again. His fingers found their way to the strings and a familiar melody started coming from the vibrations.

The boy picked up his pace and started walking towards...you?

You couldn't tell why, but he was looking only in your direction. Maybe he got tired of standing and wants to sit down on the bench, you thought. The exact same bench that happens to be the one you sit to.

Your thoughts got washed away as the boy started singing, not breaking eye contact with you.

"L is for the way you look at me."

He sang, getting even closer by the second.

"O is for the only one I see."

He gave you a shy smile, blushing at the lyrics and trying hard to keep himself at bae. He didn't want to break eye contact, but he was getting adorably shy over the way you were looking at him with your sparkly eyes. The glint of excitement and admiration never left your gaze, something that helped him go on.

"V is very, very extraordinary. E is..." he stood right in front of you, waiting with anticipation for you to finish the lyrics.

"Even more than anyone that you adore can."

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at your poor attempt of singing. You were in no way half as good as that boy, but you couldn't shy away when he looked at you in such way. You instanly felt better when he let out a chuckle, both satisfied and amused. He found your vouce adorable, sweet and gently just like he imagined. Exactly the way you looked.

He took his guitar case off his shoulders and placed it down, before genlty sitting beside you. He stopped playing and focused his gaze on you. "How come a beautiful lady like you is here all alone?" he said politely, his words made you let out a breathy sigh.

You didn't mind pouring your heart out to a stranger, you could use some comfort right now. It has been so long since the last time you got asked that question. How come you are alone.

"Well..." you inhaled sharply, pursing your lips for a moment. "I just escaped from a boring party that my friends made me go to. So here I am."

The boy stared at you amusingly, letting out a chuckle. "From the way you put it, you don't seem so fond of parties." he pointed out.

"Yeah, well I really am not. I don't feel comfortable around such places. My friends just forced me to it, but I ended up leaving." you rested your head on the palm of your hand.

"I totally relate with you on that. I don't know how people find entertainment in such places, getting drunk only to wake up with a hung over the next morning."

"Exactly!" you said almost too excitedly. It has been so long since someone related with you. His gentle smile only made you feel more comfortable around him. "You have an amazing voice by the way. I really thought I would head straight back home, but when I heard you, I changed my mind."

At that, you saw the boy's cheeks flush crimson, seemingly having a panick attack from his shyness. He seemed as if he was praised for his talent for the first time. It was adorable.

"Thank you so much..." he giggled silently, staring down at his guitar. "Ah crap, I'm all shy right now, please stop starring for a moment." he hid his face in his hands, only making you giggle harder at his reaction.

You didn't know he could get so shy over a compliment, but something inside you urged you to continue. You teasingly started poking his arm. "Common, how can you not be used to compliments? With the talent you have you must have gotten plenty already!"

"Stooop." he whined with little giggles.

"Not until you look at me." you challenged, poking his continuously.

It felt odd.

It felt odd how the both of you became so comfortable with each other in seconds. Acting like two little childs teasing one another. As if you knew each other for years. It felt refreshing.

"Okay, okay fine! I am looking at you, will you stop now?" the moment he raised his head beneath his hands and forced his gaze on you, you could see how red his ears and cheeks had turned.

"Oh wow, you look like a tomato right now, you know that?" you snorted, only gaining a pouty frown by him.

"I can feel it in my cheeks, thank you very much." he faked an angry tone.

"What? I was only stating facts. And don't act like you are not already aware of your talent. If you were this shy, why would you stand in the crowd playing?"

"I..." he tried to think of a comeback, but he had none. "Fair point." he sighed. "It's the only way I can do what I love, while making some money as well. It's not much, but it works for the meantime." the cheerful in his tone dropped visibly.

You didn't know how to reply properly. You didn't want to make him feel worse or offend him in some way. But staying in silence would only make him feel uneasy for telling you something personal of his. "Life can be hard, you know? If only I had that talent of yours. Imagine how many great things you can do. You can write your own songs, right?"

The sudden change in his mood was apparent, your encouraging words made him feel at ease. As if that was the only answer he was seeking to ease his mind. "Well...yeah. I can write songs as well, but I am not confident enough to put them out there." he nervously played with the strings of his guitar, biting his lip to supress a smile.

"What are you afraid of? That people won't like them?" you scoffed incredulously. "Even if your songs suck, your voice is so amazing that it will cover up for the mess." you joked, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

He was enjoying your company awfully too much. He felt at ease, just the way you did. It was weird how you both clicked at once. How you both were able to talk to each other so casually, as if you haven't just met. Having such chemistry that you have never felt with anyone else.

Looking in each other's eyes, you both could spot the lovely comfort you were providing each other. Such soft emotions portrayed in the light glint of your eyes, under the illuminating street lights.

"What's your name?" he said softly and quietly, observing every single beautiful feature of your face.

"Y/n. What's yours?"

"Jisung." the both of you smiled. "Call me crazy but right now, I feel so drawn to you." he almost whispered., but you were able to pick it up. A warm sensation crept in your cheeks, a small fluttering in your heart, like a dove flying under the sun set.

"I guess we must both be crazy then, because I feel the same for you."

"Is this where we confess our undying love, kiss and spend all the night together and the next morning wake up as if it was only a dream?" he grinned, leaning closer.

"Well, Jisung," you leaned closer as well, catching him off gaurd at the close proximity. However., instead of going with the flow, you decided to boop his nose instead and then stood up from the bench. He was left speechless, blinking furiously. "I don't know about the 'dream' part, but I would be more than happy to spend my night with you. And we can see about the 'kiss' part later." you gave him a wink and stretched down your hand. "Now come." you smiled sweetlly.

"Where to?" he questioned with a boyish smile, but didn't hesitate to take your hand.

"I don't know, I am hungry. I was thinking of grabbing a late night snack. Don't worry, it's on me." you reassured and he flashed you the dashier smile of gratitude. He couldn't thank you enough. He couldn't tell you how grateful he was and how you made his night the best moment of his life.

But it wasn't only his, but yours had become the best as well.

A loud introvert and a silent extrovert had just begun their night together, making sure it wouldn't be their last.

back to me ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : dynasty au; angst; fluff

❖ word count : 12,6k.

❖ warning : mentions of death & violence

❖ summary : you were supposed to avenge the fallen by taking the crown prince’s life but one wrong tug from fate and all your effort has gone to waste. 

❖ a/n : read chan’s spin-off here!

prologue.

Life can’t possibly get any worse for you, not when you meet the right person at the wrong time. 

When you’re too busy staring at the ground, this boy - who claims to be the crown prince of Goryeo - keeps asking General Bang if he can come out and play in the rain. As if he’s wondering what it feels like to stop time and walk through every single droplet, to suspend this watery gift from Mother Nature and peek through each one. As if he’s questioning what if he can sit inside of them, taking a gravity propelled ride. 

He smiles at you when he catches your intense stare, completely ignoring the fact that you might be judging him for his questionable demeanor for a royalty.

You don’t smile back. 

A guard hollers aloud, drawing a line with his sword above the crowd, “Make way for His Majesty!”

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!” A woman shoves her way through the crowd full of people who are kneeling down on their knees, her eyes frantically peeking over the king’s shoulder. Finally, when she spots your shuddering figure next to the young prince, her eyes soften. “May I have a word with you?”

“Bow down, peasant—“

“Hush,” the king waves his hand dismissively. “Let’s see what she has to say.” And the guard scoffs, stomping away with his hand clutching onto his sword, his jaw clenched. 

The woman sighs in relief, getting down on one knee and explains calmly. “Your Majesty, my husband and I can barely make enough to eat but after some time of adapting and working hard, we’re sure that little Y/N can come and live with us instead.”

The king laughs lightheartedly and pats her shoulder, “That’s very kind of you,” and he scans around only to see everyone holding their breath, waiting for his next words. Once he’s determined to do something, it’s either going with the flow or having their head on a chopping block. They can’t even fathom how much courage this woman has mustered to speak up like that. “But I can assure you that—“

“Her father and mother were good people, Your Majesty,” she cuts him off almost coldly, cautious not to appear as discourteous because the last thing she needs is one of the guards running their swords right through her throat. “Do you have what it takes to raise this child? As your own? Will she be able to blend in with your people?”

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hear.t fm | han jisung

genre: radio dj!jisung x reader | college au ; friends-to-lovers ; fluff ; light angst ; dialogue-heavy summary: han jisung is one of the hosts of the campus’s most popular radio show, 3racha radio, where he hides behind the alias dj j.one. you decide to call in for romantic advice on the one night he’s hosting the show alone and now jisung is forced to hide behind his j.one name as you confess your feelings to him on-air. wc: 5.2k

“What’s up, guys? You’re tuning into 3RACHA Radio ~ It’s me, SPEARB, and your boy CB97 at the mic without J.ONE tonight ‘cuz he’s being a lame ass -”

“You listen to this show?” Jisung asked.

You and Jisung listened to your favorite radio station while he sat on your couch in the middle of your apartment living room, waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready. With midterms finishing up and all your essays finally turned in, tonight was the first time in a while since you and your friend got to hung out. Normally, Jisung would be the one rushing to get ready and pick you up on time, but since he wasn’t at the studio today, he was actually early for once.

He can’t estimate how long he’s known you or recall when you two first met, but in all his time knowing you, he had no idea that you listened to the show. There was a moment of panic rising in his chest the second he heard Changbin’s voice over your speaker, but since he wasn’t in the studio today, there was no way you’d have any suspicion that he’s related to the show, right?

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hear.t fm | han jisung

genre: radio dj!jisung x reader | college au ; friends-to-lovers ; fluff ; light angst ; dialogue-heavy summary: han jisung is one of the hosts of the campus’s most popular radio show, 3racha radio, where he hides behind the alias dj j.one. you decide to call in for romantic advice on the one night he’s hosting the show alone and now jisung is forced to hide behind his j.one name as you confess your feelings to him on-air. wc: 5.2k

“What’s up, guys? You’re tuning into 3RACHA Radio ~ It’s me, SPEARB, and your boy CB97 at the mic without J.ONE tonight ‘cuz he’s being a lame ass -”

“You listen to this show?” Jisung asked.

You and Jisung listened to your favorite radio station while he sat on your couch in the middle of your apartment living room, waiting patiently for you to finish getting ready. With midterms finishing up and all your essays finally turned in, tonight was the first time in a while since you and your friend got to hung out. Normally, Jisung would be the one rushing to get ready and pick you up on time, but since he wasn’t at the studio today, he was actually early for once.

He can’t estimate how long he’s known you or recall when you two first met, but in all his time knowing you, he had no idea that you listened to the show. There was a moment of panic rising in his chest the second he heard Changbin’s voice over your speaker, but since he wasn’t in the studio today, there was no way you’d have any suspicion that he’s related to the show, right?

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i will melt into you

genre: friends to lovers au, secret admirer!au, songwriter!jisung, romance pairing: han jisung x femme reader word count: 10.7k warnings: highly suggestive, suspect use of chocolate, allusions to sex (no explicit content), alcohol consumption, swearing request: no a/n: for @districtninewriters​​ event sweet treats from skz. inspiration for this fic comes from jisung’s late-night voice messages. yes, jisung’s voice is that nice <3

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Click, click, click, click, click, click.

The sound of Y/N’s heels echoed satisfyingly off the stone floor and walls as she strode down the hallway. The heels always made her feel powerful, in control—and she made a point to wear them on meeting days, just to show those men who doubted her abilities who was the Executive Assistant and who was not. (In other words: to her they were as good as the dirt she ground under said heels). And while on the outside the heels were a simple, patent leather, they had a pattern of chili peppers on the inner sole. Just because she had to act professional, didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun. Besides, it was Monday and she needed something to be excited about.

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i will melt into you

genre: friends to lovers au, secret admirer!au, songwriter!jisung, romance pairing: han jisung x femme reader word count: 10.7k warnings: highly suggestive, suspect use of chocolate, allusions to sex (no explicit content), alcohol consumption, swearing request: no a/n: for @districtninewriters​​ event sweet treats from skz. inspiration for this fic comes from jisung’s late-night voice messages. yes, jisung’s voice is that nice <3

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Click, click, click, click, click, click.

The sound of Y/N’s heels echoed satisfyingly off the stone floor and walls as she strode down the hallway. The heels always made her feel powerful, in control—and she made a point to wear them on meeting days, just to show those men who doubted her abilities who was the Executive Assistant and who was not. (In other words: to her they were as good as the dirt she ground under said heels). And while on the outside the heels were a simple, patent leather, they had a pattern of chili peppers on the inner sole. Just because she had to act professional, didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun. Besides, it was Monday and she needed something to be excited about.

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Tattooed: Part Three || Han Jisung Series

Tattooed: Part Three || Han Jisung Series

Genre(s): Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: This series frequently uses mature language, and contains alcohol use and matures themes. Any warnings specific to parts will be added here in the future.

🎧: Whisper - Park Jiwoo

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a/n: SOOOO SORRY THIS IS LATE, i’ve been pretty busy the last few days and last night my family spontaneously decided to go see a movie jahfkjhf BUT at least it’s here now lol. I hope you all enjoy this third part of Tattooed!

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It took Jisung a long time to admit he was falling for Enya. It was different from the few crushes he’d had before- all secret staring and flustered mumbling when they were around. This was slow and silent, like a flower sprouting in the spring, growing upwards until at last it bloomed. And when it bloomed, he couldn’t imagine ever not believing he loved her. Loved her. 

With a resolute shake of his head to clear it- for good this time- Jisung turned his head upwards. The dark clouds above had finally broken and snowflakes drifted lazily through the night air as Jisung waited for the stoplights to change. He kept his hands stuffed in his coat, shoulders bunched as he shivered against the wind. Still, he’d prefer the bitter cold to summer heat any day. He hated the sticky, muggy feeling of summer, and the draining energy of the sun.

The light turned, and Jisung crossed to the opposite sidewalk. There were still plenty of students outside, even this late; there always were. Some studying and working in cozy cafes and diners, some wandering the streets in groups and sharing smokes or gossip or kisses. He turned away from a particularly… busy couple with an inward eye roll and glanced at the upcoming dorms. He almost dreaded returning, wondering if you would be mad at him- which, honestly, wasn’t a rare occurrence, but something he’d still like to avoid. But nah, he thought, you probably wouldn’t pay him much attention.

Maybe he ought to at least say something to you. It was your birthday, after all, he realized when he glanced at the clock and discovered midnight had already passed. He was sure you’d already received plenty of congratulations but it was the courteous thing to do, right? There was no harm in two simple words, right?

Right?

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erubescent | hhj

member: hwang hyunjin 

genre: angst, fluff 

summary: why are my cheeks erubescent? i shouldn’t be feeling this way about you; i’m not supposed to trust you.  bad boy!au, florist!au, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au 

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, cigarettes

a/n: it’s big cliche teen romance hours. i’ve been working on this for a while so it’s kind of long, i also apologise in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors. enjoy!

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Congrats on 300, wifey!!! 🕺🎉🕺🎉 Heres a lil Jisung prompt for your event, cuz we simps :))

-“Wanna go out with me sometime?” “We’ve been married for five years?” 

-“You’re my person.”

I can see him saying this and now I'm not okay-

Anyway, congrats wifeyy!! 🎉🕺🎉💕

hello my madz luthercat, thank you so so much!! for the congrats, for the request, and for the most adorable pictures i've ever seen. (the left pic is one of my all-time favorite jisung photos by the way, him in glasses just kills me.) anyways, i hope you enjoy, i'm still not the best at writing fluff but i hope you find some enjoyment in this drabble!!

PAIRING | han x reader

IDOLS FEATURED | han jisung, lee felix, bang chan

WC | 836

GENRE | fluff, married au

WARNINGS | drinking, alcohol, jisung is tipsy

MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST

The atmosphere was warm, stuffy even, especially considering the temperature difference from inside the bar when compared to the outside—autumn had decided to come quite early this year, with summery days full of constant sunlight, but bitterly cold nights that forced you to snuggle under the covers extra deep with your husband. You smiled a little as your thought drifted to him, the love of your life. You still remembered the first day that you met, how he’d caught your eye immediately with his toothy, heart-shaped smile and big brown eyes that caught the light perfectly, making your young heart skip a beat as he locked eyes with you. You’d admired his confidence too, how he wasn’t afraid to walk right up to a stranger he found attractive and crack a bad joke to try and entice you, even though it was evident you were already enamored by him.

There were plenty of things you loved about Jisung, anyone who knew you could probably recite a mile-long list by heart just from how much you talked about him subconsciously, so in love with him that you managed to sneak him into conversations that were completely off-topic. Maybe it was a little annoying sometimes, but really, your friends were just glad that you were happy, if that was a good enough word to describe how much you really loved Jisung.

He was the same way with you, of course, never shutting up about your looks, your personality, your laugh, your sense of humor… he’d even managed to change a conversation about Hyunjin’s dog to you, sighing dreamily as he mentioned how you once wanted a dog just like Kkami, making all of his friends shake their heads and give each other knowing looks. But they were the same as your friends—happy that he was happy, and they couldn’t help but adore you and the way you loved Jisung endlessly.

You swirled your drink around in your glass, chattering away happily with Felix and one of your old friends from high school, recounting a quirky tale from one of your many vacations with Jisung. Just then, the man himself plopped down in between you and Felix, one hand on his hip and the other holding up his face, flushed reddish-pink from the alcohol. “Hey,” he said flirtily, wiggling his eyebrows, “wanna go out sometime?” You covered your mouth with your hand, giggling as Felix groaned and walked off, muttering something about catching up with you later, dragging your old friend along with him so she wouldn’t have to suffer through Jisung’s horrible attempts at being cute.

“We’ve been married for five years,” you sang, sipping your drink, not playing his little game. He picked up on it immediately, frowning and scooting closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and whining in your ear.

“Just play along,” he slurred, and you shook your head, smiling playfully as you pinched his chubby red cheeks.

“I think it’s time we go home,” you noted, finally noticing the way Chan was motioning to a large collection of empty glasses, all presumably from your tipsy husband. “You’ve certainly had quite a night.” Your tone was light-hearted, and Jisung perked up when he heard your teasing tone, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you.

“Will you help me to the car?” he asked sheepishly, his senses coming back to him just a little.

You hummed in approval, holding his hand tightly and guiding him to the exit, making sure to wave at your friends to let them know of your departure. You helped Jisung to the car, making sure he didn’t trip over his own feet in the dark parking lot, and slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirror so that you could see properly. You sighed, looking over at Jisung with admiration as he drew little hearts on the fogged up window.

He kissed you on the cheek as you began pulling away from the bar, whispering, “Thank you for helping me. You’re my person, you know that?”

“I know,” you teased once more, and he scoffed, reaching for your free hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“I love you,” he said seriously, squeezing your hand gently, “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

“I love you too,” you said back, bringing your entwined hands up to your mouth so you could kiss the back of his hand, your lips grazing his knuckles and making him flush. Even after five years, he still felt butterflies in his stomach every time he looked at you, he never once questioned his decision to live his life with you. He was so lucky to have you, and he promised to make sure you would never forget how much he loved you.

Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing about him, smiling to yourself as you flipped through your memories, your heart surging with warmth as you thought about the love of your life.

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volume 19 — NO! I MEAN YES

IN WHICH he spots a pretty girl cheering for him in the sidelines. he couldn’t help but shoot his shot. what happens when fate pulls them together ?

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