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Ever Lovely - 1

Pairing~ Fae Prince!Bangchan x reader (afab/fem) x Fae Prince!Lee Know

Warnings~ Angst, cursing, crying, drinking, fae tricks, arranged marriage

WC~ 10k

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Minho swore under his breath as he maneuvered through the crowded tavern. He was reminded of how much he hated humans. They were loud, brutish and they smelled god awful.That’s not to say he enjoyed the company of other fae folk much either, yet he would choose the members of the seelie and unseelie courts way before he would choose the companionship of humans. 

The fae prince settled into a booth in the corner, offering a sneer to the drunkard that bumped into his table, the beer the oaf was drinking splashing onto the table. Another thing Minho would never sully himself with is the vile swill that was the liquor of mortals.

But the man was not here of his own volitions. No- he was here to find his dear friend; the heir to the Court he resided in. His cat-like eyes scoured the room (one of the things his glamor could not hide), as he visually hunted for the crown prince. If there was one thing about Minho is that he had good eyes.

 The tavern was small and cramped, and full of people. There appeared to be some sort of celebration tonight that was rousing the towns folk but honestly Minho couldn’t care less what the occasion was, he just knew this was the type of place that he would likely find Chris. The elder had been gone for too long and some people were starting to ask questions. 

With one more glance over at the crowd he spotted him, the messy mop of curls being a dead giveaway. Well, that, and the light pointed tips at the end of his ears that he didn’t glamor away. Minho noticed that Chris seemed utterly entranced by something, his eyes shining brighter than the stars of his court and mouth curled up in a toothy grin, showing off his dimples. He followed his line of sight and was absolutely blown away by the sight in front of him. 

“Your highness, it’s time to awaken. Your presence is being requested in the main dining room.” 

The curtains that enveloped your room in darkness were yanked away, the shadows now being replaced by bright beams of sunlight. You groaned and pulled a pillow over your head, but that too was stolen from you by your maids. You were never much of a morning person but unfortunately your position demands you be up bright and early most days. 

“Your highness, I understand it is quite early, but his royal majesty will not remain patent for long.” Mara, your head maid who had raised you, pulled the blankets from your body swiftly. “So it is imperative that you make haste.” 

That woke you right up, sitting up in a hurry and your eyes wide. “My father has requested me? For what reason?” 

“I know not.” Mara answered, scuttling around gathering your corsage and silks. From her body language and the way she didn’t meet your gaze showed you she did know more than she let on. Mara was notorious for knowing all the gossip and information that flitted around the palace grounds- a trait she denied having. 

You narrowed your eyes slightly at the elder woman, rolling out of bed with a hearty ‘hmph’. You were quickly ushered around as the dressing team made you presentable, no matter how many times you insisted you would rather do it yourself. 

Your mind was running through all of the scenarios that could be the reason for your summons and it was making you grow anxious. You knew if you were being summoned like this then it must be something serious, and that thought made you grow anxious. The maids stood you in front of the  large standing mirror and Mara began to tightly lace up your basquine. She appeared troubled, with a furrow in her brow and an almost sad glimmer in her eyes. 

“Mara.” You began, keeping your voice low and sincere, “You can share your turmoils with me. What troubles you?” 

The elder woman chewed her bottom lip- another habit of hers and one you had taken on yourself- and breathed in deeply as she thought. Eventually she settled on denial. “The only thing that troubles me, your highness, is that you are clearly feeling finicky this morning and it will not end in your favor should you choose to bring it in front of his Majesty.” She finished tying your laces and then slipped your corsage on you. “There, all finished. Now you look most presentable.” 

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Mara, you know I detest the title, especially from you.” The maid only huffed and shooed you out the door. 

You stepped out into the hall with a laugh and began to walk to the main hall, but Mara's voice stopped you. “Your highness,” You turned back around expecting another scolding but instead you were met with her wringing her hands in her apron and worry etched across her face. You had never seen her look so thrown. “Please, don’t say anything rash to your parents.”

 By parents you knew she meant your mother. The Queen. Or as you affectionately deemed her in your head, the royal bitch. You gave Mara a serious nod as a sign you understood and she waved you off once more. While her warning did nothing to calm your nerves, it did offer you a sliver of insight. Whatever this was about was your mothers idea. 

You took your time as you strolled through the castle, not in a hurry for what you were sure was about to be an uncomfortable chat. The walls of the castle were adorned with paintings of your ancestors, the past rulers of the kingdom scrutinizing you as you passed. Even though you had seen them a thousand times, as you grew up here, the marble statues and glistening crystal of the chandeliers never ceased to catch your eye with their beauty. As much as you hated being royalty, it was a magnificent place to live. 

You approached the large doors to the dining hall and the servants that were stationed there opened them for you. You thanked them with a light nod and entered to see your parents sitting at one end of the long dining table. Arranged before them were platters full of various pastries and meats and, of course, your father already had a goblet in hand filled with what you knew was wine… at half eight in the morning. Both of their heads turned to you as you entered the hall. 

“Y/n, how nice of you to finally join us, late as expected. Come sit. We have much to discuss this morning.” Right to the point as usual with your mother. 

Your father smiled at you, “Good morning, sweetheart.” 

You smiled back as you sat at the table beside him. “Good morning, father. Are you well this morning?” 

His grin turned nervous and his eyes flickered back to your mother- quick enough that you almost missed it- and he hummed. “As well as I can be, my dear.” 

“Enough chatter,” Mother put her bejeweled hand up to silence you before you could respond. You definitely understood why your father drank so much. It’s so he can put up with her. “Y/n, I am afraid I cannot sugarcoat this matter,” Since when has she ever sugar coated anything.. “But you are getting old.” 

That certainly was not where you thought this would go, “I beg your pardon?” 

“And because of your age our options are now limited,” She continued, “at your request we have delayed putting you on the marriage market, but we no longer have that luxury.” 

No. No, please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. 

You could feel your heartbeat quicken and the tremble in your fingers. 

“We thought that surely no one would want a woman at the age of five and twenty, practically a spinster, but luck seemed to be on our side.” Your mother had a pleased grin on her face. “You have received a marriage proposal. Prince Jungkook from the Southern Isle has requested your hand in marriage.” She clapped joyously, the sound filling the silence of the room. 

Your mouth was wide in shock and you had so many thoughts, too many to keep one coherent one, and your first reaction was to stand abruptly. Your chair fell backwards and to the floor as you stood, clattering to the polished marble. “I will not!” 

“Y/n” Mother lowered her voice in warning but you wouldn’t be deterred. 

“No! I do not even know Prince Jungkook! I cannot marry a man I do not love, let alone do not know. I refuse!” You stared now at your father. “Father, please do not let her do this.” You pleaded, eyes starting to fill with tears. 

He looked crestfallen and he cast his gaze down, “I’m sorry, love bug. For the good of the kingdom we must accept the proposal.” 

Now that absolutely broke your heart in two. The liquid that had been building on your lash line finally fell down your cheeks. Father had always been your favorite, the only blood parent to actually love you, and the only one who had ever been in your corner. It was his decree that you waited to marry until you had chosen your own suiter. It seemed like you had taken too long.

Your mother appeared smug as she tapped her long nails on the table. “Exactly. You should consider yourself lucky that such an esteemed Prince such as Jungkook has chosen you as the sow to produce his heir. And not just his heir, but the heir to this kingdom. In case you have forgotten you are an only child, and someone will need to rule once we are gone.Plus his kingdom is rich and yields much profit. Jungkook will be here by this evening. Tomorrow we shall begin the wedding preparations. If all goes to plan you will be wed in one week's time.” 

You dabbed your tears with the sleeves of your dress, caring not for decorum. “You are a vile, horrid woman. I will never forgive you for this, mother. And I will not marry him!” You did not wait for her reply before you stormed away back to the large doors. You could hear her behind you yelling your name and when you did not respond she started calling you an insolate brat. 

You ran all the way back to your chambers, ignoring any attendant who greeted you as you went. You yanked the door open and came face to face with Mara, who had been waiting for your return. Her own eyes had a sheen of crystalline tears, as she had known what was about to happen. 

“Oh Y/n.” Her voice broke and you threw yourself into her embrace, sobbing into her shoulder. The elder rubbed soothing circles on your back with one hand and used the other to stroke your hair. “My sweet girl, I am so so sorry.” 

“Mara,” You bawled, holding her as tightly as you could but she did not mind, holding you just as tightly to her. Mara had never had any children on her own, instead as your nanny since birth she cared for you and taught you and raised you as one of her own. Throughout your childhood you would stay awake at night, staring up at the night sky watching for shooting stars, wishing with every fiber of your being that you would wake up and your real mom would be Mara. Each morning you were disappointed to find your wish did not come true. “Mara, I cannot marry him. I cannot.” 

“Shhh, my dear, it’s alright. Everything will be alright. The stars shall align as they need too, and it will all work out just as it should.” She was holding back her own sniffles and she comforted you. As comforting as it was, you both knew there was no telling what events were about to unfold. 

You hadn’t uttered a word the rest of the time you sat in your chambers. Even as the maids bustled around you and dressed you in one of your finest gowns you remained silent. Thankfully the tears had stopped flowing by now but they almost began again as you could hear the whispers of the junior maids, talking about your upcoming engagement and squealing like children. They only stopped when they were scolded by Mara, the elder striking fear into them when she threatened them with chamber pot duty for the next month. 

You felt numb when you looked at yourself in the full length mirror for the second time today. Had it been any other occasion you would gush about how pretty you looked dawned in the sky blue gown with white trim (your kingdom's royal colors), but you couldn’t bring yourself to comment on it. A clopping of hooves could be heard from your open window that overlooked the grounds, a carriage was approaching. By the way the maids swarmed to the window and let out girlish squeals you could only assume that the Prince had arrived. 

It was no longer than ten minutes before there was a prompt knock at your door. “Your highness, I am here to escort you to the parlor promptly.” A slightly muffled voice called to you. It sounded like the main officer of the grounds, a man named Mingyu. Once upon a time you had been best friends, back in your teens when he was training for the royal guard. But as he climbed the ranks and became responsible for guarding the crown you had drifted apart. Now it has been years since you held a real conversation. You knew that he was sent to ‘escort’ you to the Prince to make sure you did not try to run away.

Mara squeezed your shoulders from behind in reassurance, “Remember dear, smile and nod. Do not give anyone the satisfaction of weakness.” You nodded and chewed on your lip. “It’s just a meeting and the announcement, easy enough.” 

“You are right, Mara.” You took a deep breath as she went and opened your door, showing you out. As you had guessed, it was indeed Mingyu who awaited you. He offered you a gentle smile and motioned for you to go ahead of him. “Hello, Mingyu. I trust you are well?” 

He nodded, “Yes, your highness. I am thankful to find myself in good health. And you, your grace?” 

“That is good. I am much the same.” There was an air of awkwardness as you walked, neither of you sure what to say- if you should even exchange words at all. All too soon you were standing outside the parlor room. “Thank you for escorting me, Mingyu.” 

 Before you could reach for the door handle his voice called to you, “Y/n,” You were startled to hear your name from his mouth, as he hadn’t said it to you in a long time. It had usually been your title and nothing else. You blinked up at him and could see the sullen look on your face. “I understand my word may mean nothing in this instance, but the prince seems like a good man. His officers speak highly of him.” 

You didn’t know what to say, so you gave him a tight lipped smile, “thank you, Mingyu.” He nodded and pulled the door open for you. You waited for the doors to be opened before you stepped into the room. Mingyu announced you officially as you entered. “Announcing the royal highness, Y/n, crown princess of Azura.” He bowed and closed the door behind you. 

You scanned the room quickly, seeing both of your parents speaking to another older looking couple who were dressed regally. You could assume they were the King and Queen of the Southern Isle. Standing beside them was a handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes. Prince Jungkook. You had only seen him in passing at balls in your youth, but never held a discussion with him. He looks older; his baby face had become a little more defined and his build was stockier.  

Your father was the first to greet you, standing at attention and coming to lead you further into the room. “Hi love bug, come meet our guests.” You nodded and followed him over.  You quickly wiped your sweaty hands on your dress as inconspicuous as possible but the glare from your mother told you that you were not as slick as you thought. “ King Junghyun, Queen Jeonywon and Prince Jungkook,  this is my daughter Y/n.” 

You curtsied low and lifted your hems from the ground, “It is an honor to meet you, your majesties.” 

“Such a polite girl.” The queen commented, eyeing you up and down. “Stand tall, let me get a good look at you my dear.”

 You straightened up and dropped your hems, plastering a smile on your face even though you felt like scowling. From a young age mother had instilled in you the biggest lesson a royal has to know- fake it until you make it. Don’t show weakness, and always keep a kind face. You looked only at the King and Queen, choosing to ignore the roaming gaze of the man standing beside them. 

The Queen strutted around you, taking mental note of your features. You jumped slightly at the sudden pinch she gave you on your hip, but otherwise remained still and silent as she poked and prodded. “Yes, she will do. Nice lower structure. Much suitable for birthing many babies.” You almost choked on your spit, eyes widening ever so slightly at her blatant conjecture. “Though her age leaves much to be desired.” 

As badly as you wanted to retort you knew better, instead choosing to bite your tongue. Hopefully this charade will be over soon. Your mother interjected instead, “ We understand her age is not ideal, but we can assure you our daughter is of utmost health, in both body and mind.” 

The other queen hummed, “Come, “She grabbed your arm and pulled you over to a small table that had a few cups of tea sitting there. “Let us chat whilst the men work out the details of the arrangement.” You nodded, allowing her to pull you and still making no attempt to look over to the man that was to be your betrothed. The two kings and crown prince went over to a desk and began to look over some official documents. 

Mother came and sat beside you, gesturing for a member of staff to pour some tea for the three of you. “My daughter is most accomplished, she has had the best tutors from all over the world come to teach her.” 

The other queen hummed again, taking a sip of her tea. “Tell me dear, can you read and write?” 

“Yes, your majesty.” You answered. 

“How many languages do you currently speak?” 

“Four, your majesty.” 

“And do you play any instruments?” 

“Yes, your majesty. I am most proficient in piano, violin, guitar and the harp.” 

“Excellent.” She clapped in joy. “My Kookie does love himself a good song on the harp.” Kookie..? “ In fact he is most fond of music, so in order to win his favor I suggest learning even more instruments. Can you sing?” 

Now this is where your passion lies. Your eyes visibly brightened and you nodded, “Yes your majesty. In fact I would say it is a great passion of mine, as well as danc-” 

She cut you off, “Wonderful. That will come in handy when it comes to soothing the children. Babies do love a soothing voice.” 

“Babies, your majesty?” You gulped, hiding your fear behind your tea cup.

“Of course. As many as possible. And as quickly as possible. We expect a new addition to the family to be born within the first year of marriage.” 

This time you actually choked, your tea coming back up and making you cough. Your mother handed you a handkerchief. “You must be more careful, Y/n.” She gave you a tight lipped smile and a death glare, then she turned to the other queen. “Please forgive her, her allergies are most bothersome this time of year.” 

She waved her hand, “It is no bother, I myself suffer from hayfever. Though we will have to get a handle on that before the wedding. We want it to be decorated bright and lovely, so there will be many flowers. We do not want her highness to be mucking up the event with sneezing.” 

“Yes of course, I will have the royal physician whip something up for her most hastily.” Your mother agreed, nudging you harshly with her foot, making you bite back a wince. “As for colors, I believe a fuchsia would be most agreeable with…” 

It was at this point you had tuned out the rest of the conversation. Instead your eyes were locked in on what was happening across the room. You watched as your father picked up the brand new quill from his desk, dipped it into a caveat of dark, murky ink and then dragged it across the parchment of a legal binding; sealing your fate. 

You watched as the King of the Southern Isle shook hands with your father, then clapped his son on the back in a congratulatory way. It was pitiful, really, the way everyone was in great spirits yet you have never felt more dread in your entire life. The pit in your stomach was heavy and for a moment you thought you might be sick. 

Both kings came up to where you were sitting, your father rested a hand on your shoulder, using his thumb to try to calm you down before a scene was made. “A date has been set. In seven days our kingdoms will be untied forever.” 

The two women you sat with cheered in delight, launching back into preparation talk. Another figure came and stood beside you, and this time you couldn’t help but to look. It was Jungkook. He offered you a gentle smile, but the happiness did not entirely meet his eyes. 

Before you could internally dissect that look on his face, you were interrupted by your father. “What do we all say for a spot of dinner? You three must be famished from your long journey here.” 

Your mother agreed, standing from her place and smoothing out her gown. “Indeed, we must all be well fed and rested for the royal announcement tonight.” 

Ah yes, of course. The royal announcement. Where you will have to stand before the people of the kingdom and declare your betrothal. Then everyone would know. Then there would be nothing else you could do to get out of it.  

Jungkook stuck his arm out for you to take, as you are now engaged and it is customary that he escorts you. “It would be my honor to escort you to dinner, your highness.” If you had known him better you would have said he seemed nervous. 

“Thank you, your highness.” You accepted his arm, and together with your families you went down to the dining room. 

There was a crowd of people as far as your eye could see. It appeared as though the whole kingdom had come to hear the announcement. As you stood together on a tall balcony overlooking the royal promenade you could only focus on the smiling faces of your subjects, how excited they seemed at the prospect of joining your two nations. Oh how you wished to be down there with them, being a part of your people instead of up here looking down at them. 

You and the Prince were locked arm and arm as you overlooked the crowd. It was still rather awkward, as you had not spoken more than a few words to each other since dinner. Not that you were paying much attention to him, or to the speech that the Kings were making. Instead you were daydreaming about what it would be like to be a normal person. No royal responsibilities, no imprisoning castle walls, no arranged marriages.. It was a dream you visited often. 

If you weren’t a royal then you may have been able to pursue your true passion. Performing. There was nothing you loved more than singing and dancing, putting on a show and making people smile. That was your calling, it was what you were born to do. That is why you often sneak out of the castle at night and into local establishments, singing songs of heroine tales and dancing the nights away with your subjects. It is the only thing that keeps you sane. 

A sudden burst of applause brought you out of your daydream and back to the scene at hand. The people were cheering and sending hearts up to you with their hands, showing their support for the upcoming nuptials. It made your heart sink even further when you thought of how happy they seemed, while you were miserable. The crown that sat upon your head had never felt heavier.

The two kings ended their speech by thanking the townspeople and wishing them a wonderful night. You were escorted back into the estate and you quickly let go of the prince's arm. His mother bounded over to you and wrapped you in a hug. 

“That went perfectly! You were excellent my dear, simple excellent. It seems like your people are very fond of you. That is good, it makes the transition easier.” She patted your cheeks and smiled at you. You could only nod, but even that was sluggish. “Oh poor thing, you must be exhausted. It is not everyday a lady gets engaged.” 

“Yes I quite think it is time for us all to retire for the night.” Your father agreed, “there is much to do tomorrow. Some sleep will be just what she needs. I will have my footman escort you three to your rooms.” The Jeon family bid you goodnight and you walked back to your chambers. 

The second you were alone behind closed doors you broke back into quiet sobs. Your hand covered your mouth so as to not let any sound escape and your back slid down the door until you were met with the floor. Thankfully you had requested no servants tonight. 

This was all too much. This restriction was too much, this objectification was too much, the expectation was too much. And so was this godforsaken gown. With angry and nimble fingers you tore the offending heavy fabric off of your body and threw it across the room. Your corset proved to be a more difficult task. As hard as you pulled you could not get it off and you let out a cry of frustration, your tears clouding your view and making it even harder to get the strings undone. 

After another minute of struggling you resorted to drastic measures and found a rogue pair of shears that one of your dressmakers must have left here, snipping away at the expensive fabric until it too fell to the floor. Finally you felt like you could breathe, the air filling your lungs as you threw the shears away from you. 

You put your hands on your chest and felt the harsh beating of your heart. You tried to take calming breaths and steady yourself. You knew all too well the signs of an oncoming panic attack and knew that that is the last thing you need right now. No, what you need is to get out of here. To get out of the castle and to be with your people, where you belonged. 

You wiped your eyes and began to search through your wardrobe for your simplest dress and cloak. You had stuffed them as far as you could the last time you had needed them, a mere four days ago. With quick efficiency you dawned the outfit, feeling more at home in the simple attire than your own usable wardrobe. It was a cute dark blue milkmaids dress that had light poofy shoulder sleeves and you paired it with a cloak of a similar color. 

Now all you had to do was wait. You knew that the servants would be heading to their quarters soon and that the castle would be still, that was when you would make your exit. Thankfully you did not have to wait long as within the hour the estate had fallen into silence and you could see from your window the changing of the guard. Perfect. The night guards were incredibly laxed with their job, often not paying attention or falling asleep on duty. That made them easy to squeak past. 

You took off your shoes and held them in your hand as you carefully and slowly opened your door, peering out into the hall and seeing no one. After closing the door you began to make your way through the halls, keeping your steps light and quiet as you stuck to the shadows. At this point you had done this so many times you knew how to get out of here like the back of your hand, and you had made it out with ease once again, slipping out a back entrance undetected. 

When you were far enough out the door you put your flats back on and began your journey into town. 

The whole town was alight with revelry. The streets were filled with merriment and everywhere you looked you saw people laughing and dancing. It seemed like they were more excited than even you had anticipated for the news of your upcoming nuptials. It both broke your heart and warmed it all at once. 

You made your way down the cobblestone streets and to your favorite place to visit; Tavern le belle. It was a quaint little establishment but it was usually filled with the kindest people, and also served the best honey mead in the whole kingdom. 

Tonight it was especially packed, each corner was filled with your subjects cheersing and bobbing along to the exuberant fiddle player that played upon the makeshift stage. You recognised the musician as the owner's young son, Vernon. It was like he knew you had entered as his beaming smile immediately beckoned you over, “Ann! Get on up here girl!” 

You returned his smile and bounded for the stage, climbing up and unceremoniously dropping your cloak to the floor. Ann was the name you used when you visited the townsfolk, easy to remember and common enough that you slipped under the radar. 

As soon as you stood upon the wooden stage you felt more at home, like you had never left in the first place and your feet started to move almost on their own. You began to twirl and dance along with the high energy song that Vernon was playing, feeling more free than you had all day. You pranced and stepped and moved like you were born to do, keeping up with the fast pace of the song as if you had done it a thousand times. 

Just as quick as it started the song eventually came to an end, the people cheering and clapping for you both. You were breathing hard and couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. 

“Ain’t she a great dancer, folks?” Vernon yelled out for everyone, and in return they cheered again. You felt your face heat up and you glared over at him. He snickered and continued. “ Well she’s also a great singer! How bout a song for the people, Ann? It’s a joyous occasion afterall!” 

He gave you no chance to respond before launching into another song, this time it was a little slower and one you instantly recognized. It was the first song you had ever sung here, those few years ago when you came here for the very first time. 

“I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, dah” 

You began to sing, the soft first words catching the crowd's attention. 

“I had a dream, I was seven

Climbin' my way in a tree

I saw a piece of Heaven

Waitin' in patience for me, dah”

You closed your eyes, swaying with the music as you sang, before opening them again and going into the chorus. 

“And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain 

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore” 

You danced around the stage, gliding on your toes gracefully already getting lost in the song. All eyes were on you as you moved. But you didn’t know exactly whose eyes were on you also.

There was nothing Chris liked more than human festivities. He found them much more fun than the dreary parties the fae threw. Chris had been itching to get away from the fae wild for a while, his court becoming too stuffy in the last few centuries- especially now that he had reigned over it. The prince hadn’t gotten out as much as he would have liked, really it’s been ever since his mother, the past ruler of the Court of stars, had died that he had come to the mortal plane to mess with the humans. Life had been too busy but he decided he deserved a night off. 

And how fortunate was he that he came on a day when the entire kingdom was celebrating. 

The sun was shining high in the sky when he crept out of the tunnel that led to the portal to his court, his pale skin feeling the pleasant warmth of its rays.  Another reason he loved coming here was to feel the sun- to bask in the fruits of his court's labor- as the sun is a much beloved star. 

Chris took in everything as he moved throughout the town, mingling with the people and ignoring the looks he received from his pointed ears. Chris never much cared to use a glamor, he found it wasted too much of his energy and he was not about to leave the celebration early due to his exhaustion. And he never gave two shits if a human were to suss him out, in fact he found it more amusing when they did. As he spent time galavanting around he learned that a major announcement was to come from the Royal family this evening and that is why the whole kingdom was abuzz. 

The fae prince thought about causing mischief but thought better of it, there was no reason to ruin anyone's fun on such an exciting day. He spent a few hours trying foods from stalls, taking in current human fashion and learning about the gossip that spread throughout the kingdom. Eventually his beloved sun had begun to set and the common people made their way to the royal promenade. He followed them in sheer curiosity and gathered amongst the crowd at the back. 

Even though he was furthest away from the announcement he could still see  and hear everything. His fae senses made it easy to see right up on that balcony. And what awaited his eyes was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The princess of the kingdom of Azura. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you stood up there locking arms with a prince from another kingdom. As he listened to the speech that the rulers made he understood exactly what was happening here; this was your engagement announcement. 

Even from his place so far away he could see how fake the smile you had on was, it did not meet your eyes for even a second. Interesting. It must be an arranged marriage. He clicks his tongue as the event ends and he watches you turn and walk back into the castle. 

Chris wanted to see more of you and had debated making his way up there to meet you. It would be easy enough for him to climb that balcony,  but ultimately decided he would save that for another day. He was known for his impulsivity and here during a massive gathering of people was not the time for it. 

As he strutted through town he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, his mind running over how he could see you again or if it was even a good idea to seek you out. One thing he never stopped to consider was why he wanted to see you again so badly. The prince shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He needed a distraction- some fae fuckery and a drink was in order. 

He saw he was approaching a young child and his mother. The boy was maybe about three years old. Chris gave the young boy a small wave and a smile, then out of thin air he made a small lollipop. The small boy reached up and took the candy from Chris, his mother not paying close enough attention to see her son take the candy from a stranger. Chris ruffled his hair and kept on walking with a devilish smirk on his face as he counted down. 

3..2..1

“Hot! Too hot!” The child screamed, throwing the sucker to the ground and starting to cry. 

The fae snickered as he listened to the chaos the child was causing behind him. For a fae trick it was pretty tame, but having not messed with humans in centuries it scratched the itch he felt in his blood. 

There was a crowded little tavern that looked inviting, the low light from the fireplace and the jaunty music pulling him in. He went up to the bar and ordered a drink from the kind old woman behind the bar. The fae prince illusioned a few gold pieces and set them on the counter, then grabbed his drink and went to find a spot near the stage. 

The mead was sweet as it ran down his throat, decent for human made but still not as good as mead from the fae wild- though he figured the mortal realm didn’t have honey goblins. And everyone knew you can’t have good alcohol without honey goblins. 

He was enjoying people watching when his ears twitched with the sound of someone climbing up onto the wooden stage. He casually peered over and the sight made him freeze. It was you. The girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. The princess.

 Chris watched as you started dancing, now sporting the lively smile you were missing the last time he laid eyes on you. He sat there for a second just observing how different you appeared. You were no longer wearing the fancy gown you wore for the royal announcement, instead you were wearing a modest commoners dress, but it didn’t make you any less beautiful. In fact, he thought you looked even more radiant. You looked free. 

“Ain’t she a great dancer, folks?” the fiddler called out, making the tavern cheer. Chris himself clapped and hollered along with them. “Well she’s also a great singer! How bout a song for the people, Ann? It’s a joyous occasion afterall!” 

Ann? Was he mistaken and this wasn’t the princess? No. It was you, he was sure of it. You must be using a fake name so you could remain undetected. Clever girl. Using fake names was definitely something he understood. 

The musician started playing another song, this time it was a slower piece. He watched as you began to hum and sway before you began to sing the words. He found your song haunting and enchanting, the pure emotion pulsing through him as you sang. Chris felt himself smiling as you danced, seemingly caught in a trance as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you once again. A prick in the back of his mind went off and his senses told him he was not the only one to be caught by you. 

Chris let his eyes flick over to the other side of the tavern and sure enough there was Minho, gazing up at you in awe just as he had. The elder knew that Minho had probably come here to find him. 

Minho had never thought a human could be this gorgeous. He usually found them plain and unappealing. But you.. You were something special. One look at you on that makeshift stage and he was hooked. He took in everything, the way you moved, the twinkle in your eyes and especially the sway of your hips. Though he would never admit it to anyone- especially Chris, who as far as Minho could tell was also under your spell. 

“ But I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall

And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall”

Your voice quieted only slightly as the tune transitioned into a softer tone, then it picked up again and you leaped from the stage onto a nearby table.

“And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go” 

By now you had the whole tavern singing along with you, each patron belting out the lyrics and stomping to the beat. It was truly a sight to behold as your singing touched every person in there. Both boys couldn’t help but be proud of you. 

“No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no

No, take me home, home where I belong, oh, oh, oh

No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no

No, take me home, home where I belong

I can't take it anymore” 

You were breathing heavily as you finished the song, still standing on a table with the brightest smile on your face that you just could not wipe away. You had not felt genuinely happy in what feels like years. There really was no better feeling in the world than being here with your subjects and sharing in their joy. 

The crowd was cheering for you and you made a show of doing a dramatic bow, crossing your ankles and sticking your arms out wide. 

“Another song, Ann?” Vernon called out to you but you hastily shook your head. 

“Maybe a little later, Vern. I need a minute to catch my breath. Plus some of that mead is calling my name.” You replied as a man helped you down from the table. You thanked the man as Vernon began to play another solo song. Your mouth was dry so you scurried through the crowd, thanking everyone who praised your performance. 

Chris moved to follow you but there was a sudden hand on his shoulder that stopped him from going any further. Chris rolled his eyes as he turned around. “Hello Min. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Minho let his hand fall from the elders shoulder and he crossed his arms. “Spare me the pleasantries, Chris. You haven’t been home in a while.” 

Chris huffed, “I’ve only been here for five hours.” 

“Exactly. Five hours here. Which you know as well as I do that means five weeks in our realm. Far too long for the prince to be gone.” Minho responded, seemingly exhausted by this conversation already. 

“I am not the only prince now am I? There’s you and the others. I know you all are perfectly capable of managing without me for a while.” Chris was starting to get snarky. 

Minho hummed, “Yes, but we’re not the ones that other courts call upon when they require a meeting.” 

That had gotten Chris’ attention. “Who wants to meet with me?” 

“The Court of Wonder.” Minho grumbled, clearly not happy about it. 

“Ah, Pricilla.” Chris wanted to roll his eyes again, tired of the same song and dance with the Seelie queen. “She’ll never quit. How long did it take you to get her to leave?” 

“Four days.” They both grimaced. “The fit she threw was deafening. But you know she will come back and will not take no as an answer again. You must return with me now.”

The elder prince groaned, “Ohhh come on! Let’s stay just a little bit longer.” Then he smirked at Minho. “Don’t act like you don’t want to stay here, either. Not when there's a pretty little princess that caught your attention.” 

Minho looked away for a second then narrowed them at Chris. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Of course. I just could have sworn I saw the enchanted glaze over your eyes as you watched her. My mistake. I guess I shall just go talk to her by myself.” Chris turned away and took a single step when he felt the hand back on his shoulder as his movements were halted. 

There was a brief second of silence between them, then Minho spoke up with a quiet tone. 

“A princess you say?” 

You got to the bar and ordered. Just before you could put down some money for the drink a pale hand reached out and stuck a few gold pieces on the counter. 

“It’s on me.” 

You turned to face a very handsome man that stood on the left side of you now. His hair was dark brown and a mess of wavy curls and his voice was husky. There was a glimmer in his eyes and he looked you right in your own orbs, you could see a faint flicker of what seemed to be.. Purple? A small purple shine. No it must just be a trick of the light. You turned back to the bar to hide the shy expression on your face.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly let you pay for me.” You tried to wave him off as you put your own money down but a hand stopped you, grabbing your wrist before you could. Your eyes widened in slight shock that someone had put their hand on you and you were about to tell them off but as you turned to the side you saw that it was another man. Another beautiful man. 

“Do not fret, we have you covered.” The new one practically purred. His features were sharp and borderline catlike. His gaze was raking you over and it felt like he was looking into your soul. When he came back up to meet your eyes you could see a flicker of a deep glow. But just as quick as it came, it was gone. 

An almost erie feeling came over you with these two near you, but for some reason the warning bells in your mind weren’t going off even though you knew they should be. 

“That is very kind of you, thank you gentlemen.” You chose your words carefully and accepted the offer. A glass was put down in front of you. The barkeep, Donna, winked at you as she put it down. You immediately put the glass to your mouth to hide your embarrassment. A snicker from each man made you want to bury yourself underground. 

They were definitely the best looking men you had ever encountered (and that’s saying something because you were friends with Mingyu) and you honestly did not know what to do under their stares.

 Although something about their appearance was slightly unsettling. You couldn’t put your finger on it but something was.. Off. Maybe it was that their eyes were too big or that their cheekbones were too sharp. Or maybe it was even the first ones lightly pointed ears.  Perhaps it was best that you got out of here before you brought more shame to yourself. “If you would please excuse me.” You went to take your drink and go but a quip from the man to your left stopped you. 

“Leaving so soon, Princess?” 

A chill went down you as you looked at the man. “I- I’m sorry I think you may have me confused with someone else.” 

The other man chuckled, stepping closer to you. “I don’t think so, our eyes aren’t easily fooled my dear Y/n.” 

So there was something wrong with these two. It wasn’t just a trick of the light. 

You slowly set back down your drink and took a small step back as your mind ran wild with thoughts and ultimate doom. Mara used to tell you stories when you were a child. Stories of monsters, stories of mysterious deities who acted as tricksters, stories of faeries.

 You clutched the hems of your dress as you debated running and seeing how far you could go but your thoughts were interrupted. “You are a smart girl, aren’t you? You’ve already realized something about us.” 

You vehemently shook your head, trying to deny the truth that they already knew. The one with the catlike eyes hummed quietly, “Calm down, we only want to chat with you. You owe us since we bought you that drink.” 

That’s right. One of the things Mara told you was that never accept anything from a faerie or you will owe them something in return, of their own choosing. There was no way to get out of a fae deal, lest you suffer a terrible fate. 

“What would you gentlemen like to discuss?” You asked, trying to remain calm. 

“Not here, too many ears and eyes here. Let’s head outside.” The man with the pointed ears grabbed your hand and began to lead you outside. Your whole body was aflame and his skin touched yours. You had never held hands with a man before. If anyone were to see you then there would be a major scandal that you may never recover from. You were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you exited the pub and turned the corner of the building to see no one there. “Here we are, much better.” 

“Now what is it I can do for you?” You questioned and took your hand out of his, albeit reluctantly. 

“I want to know why an elegant princess such as yourself is out here mingling with the commoners and going under an alias.” Catlike man said.

“I-” You stuttered, clearly haven been found out. “I just.. Needed to get out.” 

“Does it have anything to do with your recent engagement?” The other one asked. 

“That’s not fair.” Your own voice surprised you, “You asked me something now I get to ask you something, right?” 

The two men exchanged looks then grinned at you, “Of course, ask your question.” 

“Who are you?” 

“My name is Chris, this is my good friend Minho.” 

The catlike man waved his fingers at you as he was introduced. “Nice to meet you, princess.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You felt shyer after learning their names, but you still had a burning question. “What are you?” 

Chris tsked, “Nuh uh, our turn. Are you upset about your engagement?” 

You chewed your lip and looked down, biting back the painful truth. “Yes..” You eventually mumbled. 

“Ask your question now, princess. We shall be truthful.” Minho promised and offered you a smile. Another thing you had been told about supernatural beings is that they cannot lie- at least not directly. Though who knows how much of what you were told was the truth and what was hearsay. 

“What are you?” You asked again, feeling no ease when they each offered you devious toothy grins. 

Chris took one step closer to you and slowly brought his hand up to play with your hair. Your breath was caught in your throat and your body froze as he ran his fingers through the locks. He leaned in closer until his mouth was mere inches from your ear, and he let his eyes flare with a purple haze, “Faeries.” 

Your eyes widened with the information that you had already suspected and a gasp was stuck in your throat. The word kept replaying over and over in your head. 

Faeries

Faeries

Faeries

Even though you should be scared, you did not feel fear. Instead it was more like gentle unease at the fact that creatures other than the basic lifeforms you had grown to know were lurking and you had no idea. Why are they here? Do they wish to harm me? How many are there? Do they ha-

“Are you scared, princess?” Minho asked, also taking a step closer to you, so close you could feel this warm breath on your neck. 

You took a pause before answering. “No.” 

“Hm. I believe you.” Chris let go of your hair but did not make a move to give you space. “A princess as regal as you would never tell a lie.” 

You jumped right into your next question, “Are there more of you?” 

Minho looked around, “Here right now? No. But back in the wilds there are many of us.” At your confused face he continued, “The fae wilds, princess. Our realm, where we have our own court.” Minho looked pointedly at Chris. “Which we really should be getting back to.” 

It was then that you noticed how late it had become. “Oh my goodness, it is getting too late. I must return home before anyone notices I’m gone.” 

Chris grabbed your arm gently, “But we are not done talking. I wish to know more about you.” 

You shook your head, “I apologize but I must make haste back to my chambers. It would be ruinous if I were to be found out of bed in the morning.” 

“Come back to our realm with us.” Ever the impulsive Chris blurted out. 

“Chris..” Minho tried to warn but the elder would have none of it. 

“Come to our court, time works differently there and we will have all the time in the world to talk.”

“I-” You stuttered, giving him an incredulous look. “I do not think that to be wise, I must go to bed-” 

“Please. As I have said we would have all the time to talk. We-” Minho sent him a glare. “I would be happy to tell you anything you want to know about me and our world. I know you're dying with curiosity.” 

He was right, you were dying to know more about them. “What do you mean time works differently there?”

“Our world moves much quicker than yours does. An hour here is a week there. That is why we must also get back to our own court, Chris has been gone for far too long and needs to return to his business.” Minho flicked the elder. 

“That is incredible. What business do you have over there?” You asked but he shook his head. 

“Nuh uh, if you want answers you're going to have to follow us back to the wilds.” He smirked and stuck out his hand for you to take. “So what do you say, princess? Wanna live on the wild side? You did sing a song about running away. Now’s your chance.” 

You eyed his hand, weighing your options. You knew that you should go home- that you should leave what would surely become a mess and forget this ever happened. That would be the smart thing to do. 

But.. 

Your heart yearned for adventure, yearned to escape for a while even if it were temporary. “Will you bring me home whenever I request it?” 

“I promise. Should you utter the words that you would like to return we shall bring you. You have my word.” 

Minho was still watching the exchange. He wouldn’t pretend he did not also want to spend more time with you - you had already proved yourself to be the most interesting human he had ever met- but he was worried about the repercussions. He knew how dangerous his realm could be and how masochistic his own court could be at times. It would be a recipe for disaster. But technically even though he too was a prince he could not deny Chris’s wishes.  So he kept his mouth shut. 

He watched as you mulled over your options, and then gently placed your hand in Chris's hand.

“Deal. Lead the way.” You said, looking between the two of them. 

Chris started to lead you away, his hand still in yours as Minho trailed behind, your cloak clutched in his hold. He sped up and handed it to you, “Put this on, princess. Our court is a little cold.” 

“Thank you.” You slipped it on and continued to follow them. “You guys keep mentioning a court, do you mean a royal one?” 

“Oh yes, there are many courts within the fae wild. Each has their own monarchy and sets of rules. Some are better than others.” Minho answered, his eyes seemed to glow brighter the closer you got to the portal. 

“Which court do you come from?” 

Now they both looked a little excited, both sets of orbs shimmering and glowing. “The best one of course. The Court of Stars.” 

“Wow. Stars, like the ones in the sky?” 

“Indeed. You’ll love it there, it is the most beautiful place in all of the wilds. You’ll fit right in.” Chris winked at you and you felt your ears heat up. 

“I cannot wait to see it.” You ignored his comment. While walking you noticed you were getting closer and closer to the castle grounds. “I thought you were taking me to your realm, why are we going to my home?” 

“The entrance to our home lies beneath yours.” Then they veered off the path to the side of the grounds and into the surrounding woods. You still diligently followed them, after another minute or so they led you to a mysterious set of stairs that seemed to lead to nowhere. 

“Where did this come from? I’ve been around the grounds a thousand times and have never seen this staircase before.” You looked around confused, eyeing it suspiciously. 

Minho snickered, “Humans can’t see the entrance unless we want them too. I think your people call it a ‘fae trap’.” 

They took your hands and led you down the bizarre steps. The steps went down further than you could have expected, and after about three minutes of walking down the steps you entered a room. No, not a room. An indoor garden. 

Vines that were littered with small pink flowers covered the gray brick walls and arches, and the flowers seemingly got brighter and bigger the farther you ventured into the space. Many candles with a violet flame littered the ground. A light purple haze covered the air, the swirling air was moving through the garden as if beckoning you further in. Subconsciously you gripped tighter onto the two fae’s hands. At the very center was a tree- a  dark gray birch tree. It had no leaves on it but it still looked full and healthy somehow. But the most defining part was how it glittered. The bark shined like diamonds. 

Chris stepped up to the tree and put his other hand up, stopping only a mear inch away from touching it, and turning to look at you. “Are you ready?” 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You felt Minho lightly squeeze your hand and it helped calm you for some reason. 

You slowly opened them and gave both boys a smile. 

“I’m ready for adventure.” 

Chris nodded and with one last look into your eyes, he pressed his palm against the bark of the glittering tree. 

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no nut november - seo changbin (2nd to lose)

-> pairing : changbin x fem!reader

-> words count : 3,4k

-> genre : smut, gym crush

-> warnings : changbin is whipped for you, semi-public sex, teasing, dirty talk, praising, protected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, a little bit of degradation + the way i'm depicting changbin 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.

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Hyunjin loss made Changbin very confident in his chances to win this bet. He didn’t have a girlfriend, and he knew he was able to contain himself. When he was in a situationship with someone, he was insatiable. But it wasn’t the case right now, problem solved.

Or at least, problem solved until you enter the equation. You’re the only thing that could lead him to lose and the only reason why he has been going to another gym since November started. Because he knew that if he saw you, he was screwed. You were always teasing him. You were always wearing shorts that rode up your ass with every move you made. You were always ending up letting go of your shirt and exposing your breast in a sports bra. You were always asking him to help you in a way that he had to touch you. And all of that will, without any doubt, bring him to his breaking point. 

So he avoided the gym he usually got to in order not to give in. He missed your body, the way you looked at him as if you wanted to devour him, your habit to bite your bottom lip just after teasing him. He missed you. But he couldn’t take the risk. And moreover, you never mentioned it. You never clearly told him that you wanted him like he wanted you. Maybe he was being delusional from the start and that was only him. But he was not ready to have this conversation now, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. He had always been respectful and he planned on standing by that. 

Tonight, though, he really needed a good session at the gym. It was late, very late. He just got out of the studio, and he wanted to clear his mind. He needed it, in fact. And since it was not your usual schedule, Changbin thought you wouldn’t be there. But you were. And now, he couldn’t really turn back and run away. You saw him. 

He closed his eyes, wondering if he would be able to survive this. Because as soon as your eyes landed on him, you smiled brightly before approaching him. Now that he was seeing you after only a week, Changbin was starting to understand how important you were for him. Yes, he had the biggest crush on you, but not just because of your body. You were kind, careful, and he felt safe with you. Somehow, you were always able to make him talk and comfort him about anything and everything. He wanted to take you out. But he also wanted to bend you over one of the bench and fuck you dumb. 

“- Hey Changbin ! It’s been a long time ! How you doing ?”

He gulped, trying to compose himself. Your voice was doing things to him he didn’t want to think about right now. 

“- Yeah, I know, sorry for not warning you. Been busy these days…

- Don’t apologize, it's fine ! Well, I’m gonna let you work out but… I’m happy to see you again, kinda boring without you.”

You laughed at your own words, sending him one of these looks that made him feel like he was a chocolate cake you wanted to eat until the last crumbs. You came back to working out, and so did Changbin. But honestly, he spent most of his time staring at you. He almost forgot what you looked like, all sweaty in your gym clothes. And he wanted nothing more than to tattoo this sight in his memories forever. 

Changbin hoped you’ll let him work out in peace for once, it was already taking him all of his self-control not to get hard just staring at you. But you didn’t listen to his silent prayers. You came to him, like every other time before that, asking him to help you out with your stretching. He just knew it was more teasing. He knew that you would find a way to get him hard, like every time. But he gave up, like every time. 

He followed you to the place where you left your bottle of water and your towel, watching you sit down and spread your legs before leaning in between them, waiting for him to push your back. Changbin took a deep breath before placing his hands on your skin, feeling it warm under his palms. He held back the urge to let them wander to your breast, and just applied pressure to help you go further. And of course, you left out the dirtiest moans while doing so, playing it as if it was only a sign of your struggle. But Changbin knew. He knew that was just another way of teasing him. Suddenly, he standed back up on his feet, his hands leaving you. 

“- I- Um… I have no more water left, I’m just going to fill it up in the bathroom.”

And with that, he escaped as quickly as he could, not noticing the proud grin on your lips. But he clearly noticed that he was getting really hard just because of you making some suggestive sounds. Gosh. Why didn’t he just skip the gym tonight ? Changbin took some minutes to calm down, or at least, trying to do so. But all he could think about was your fucking voice, moaning his name and begging him. So, yeah, it was pretty difficult to cool down under these circumstances. 

When he finally found the courage to come back to you, you were doing some other stretches. A one that exposed your ass to him. And he immediately got hard again. Changbin sighed. He would never hear the end of it, but he had wanted you for too long and the frustration started to really annoy him. So he said your name, asking you to come with him to the changing room because he “had a problem”. 

“- So what’s the matter ? What do you ne-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt your back hit a cold surface and soon enough, his hands were next to your head, preventing you from leaving. Your eyes dived into Changbin’s ones. They were darker than you've ever seen them, and it turned you on. 

“- Changbin ?”

Your hesitant tone made him unsure of what he did for a second. Maybe he misunderstood your behavior ? But you stared at his lips a little bit too long, and he knew he was totally right. 

“- Don’t play dumb baby. We both know that’s what you wanted for the longest time, isn’t it ?”

You shivered at his low voice. It did something to you. His voice, the look in his eyes, the way his jaw was clenching as if he was holding himself from saying or doing something. 

“- And what will you do about that, hm ? Shut me up ? I would love to see yo-”

Once again, he didn’t give you the chance to say another word. But this time, he interrupted you with his lips. They crashed on yours, and he kissed you hungrily, as if he wanted to do that for years. You moaned in the kiss, letting go of all the tension that builded up in your body. He added his tongue to the mix, leaving you breathless. You could have come only from the feeling of his hot mouth against yours, of his big hands on your waist pushing you onto his hard cock, still covered by his shorts. 

“- Stop teasing now, or I won’t be kind. 

- Don’t want you to be kind Binnie… Want you to be rough.”

He groaned at your words, gripping on your waist and spinning you around, pushing you while kissing your neck until your knees hit the bench behind you, sitting down on it. You raised your eyes to see him setting himself between your legs, spreading them wider with his knee. He was so fucking hot. And all you knew at this moment was that you wanted him. So bad. 

“- Then suck me off. Now.”

You watched him with wide eyes, and you couldn’t help glaring all over the room to be sure no one was there or hearing your conversation. It was late, and you were probably the last ones here, but still, it was not 100% sure.

“- You… You sure you want to do that here ?”

Seeing the panicked look on your face, Changbin prepared himself to be the pervert of the year in your book. 

“- Y-Yeah… I mean, only if you want it too. We can just forget what happened if you want. I’m fine with th-

- I’m more than fine with that, just wanted to be sure you were.”

This time, you cut him off, but he’s not going to complain. Not when you were smiling at him while undoing the knot of his shorts. Not when you were sliding his clothes down his thigh and looking at his cock with adoration. Not when you took it in your hands and licked your lips as if you wanted to eat it. 

“- So big… Knew you'll be…”

Changbin groans once again and lets his finger play with your bottom lips, the one you always bite when you tease him. This time, it’s his thumb that you bit playfully, making him want to bury himself deep inside you right now. You let go of his finger and put your mouth to a much more useful activity. 

You started by just licking the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time and almost moaning at the feeling. You wanted to do that for so long, and you were far from being disappointed. So you licked him all over, wetting his dick until it was practically dripping with your saliva. And just when Changbin was about to tell you to finally take him in your mouth, you did it. He growled and threw his head back, putting a hand in your hair, grabbing it firmly and making you moan around his cock. 

“- Keep going baby… You’re so good at this…”

As an answer, you started to bob your head on his dick, taking more and more of him in your mouth with every thrust. Soon enough, Changbin was only able to groan and moan under your lips, tongue and mouth, having just enough self control not to bury himself deep in your throat and cum right there. That’s why he forced you to let out of his cock, grabbing you by your hair and he could have come just seeing the fucked out look on your face, saliva smeared all over your chin and eyes shining with lust. 

“- Take off your clothes.”

You didn’t think twice before obeying, standing up in front of him and throwing away your sports bra, your shorts and your panties. In another situation, you would have felt exposed and ashamed. But with the way Changbin was looking at you -  like he wanted to devour every part of your body - you could only feel confident. 

You slid your hands under the hem of his shirt, grazing his firm abs with your nails. You saw him shiver distinctly under your touch as you helped him throw away his last piece of clothing as well with a smile. You could drool over his body for hours, but you would have time for that later. For now, you just wanted to feel him in you. And even if you were really turned on by the situation, it was risky and you had to be quick. So you kissed him again, bringing him with you to the cashier until your back was pressed against it. 

“- Turn around for me baby, hm ?”

It wasn’t a real question, and you were far too gone to register the fact you were going to fuck with Changbin in the changing room of the gym. No, this was thinking material for tomorrow morning. For now, you just did what he asked you to, whining when you felt his strong hands gripping your waist and his hard cock sliding against your wet folds. 

“- Can I- Is it okay if I-”

Changbin had to take a deep breath before going on with his words. It was already unbelievable for him to have you bend over for him like this, maybe he was pushing his luck.

“- Shit- Can I fuck you ?”

You giggled at his words, as if your wetness and all the noises you were making since the start weren’t enough to indicate him you were more than okay with fucking him, that you wanted it for a long time now. 

“- You’re sweet… Yes, you can fuck me Binnie, you don’t know how much I’ve dreamt about it…”

Changbin was glad you couldn’t see him right now, because he knew from the heat that was eating them up that his cheeks were red. His cock twitched at the thought of you, dreaming about him fucking you. Was all of that even real ? You opening the cashier next to you and searching in your bag until you handed him a condom made him come back to reality. It was more than real, and Changbin didn’t want to miss a single second of it. 

“- How long have you been keeping that with you ? 

- You wished you knew.”

He chuckled and proceeded to put the condom on his dick, making you shiver in anticipation. You were waiting for this since the first time your eyes landed on him, and it was finally happening right now. Changbin didn’t let you much time to think about it before pushing one finger in you. He didn’t expect you to be this wet though, nor did he expect you to moan and rock your hips against his hand. 

“- Please… Don’t tease Binnie…

- I- Don’t you need prep ?”

This time, you chuckled and glared at him upon your shoulder, just to appreciate the way his face was expressing his feelings ; surprise, yes, but mostly lust. And that turned you on even more, if that was even possible. 

“- No, just want your big dick inside me…”

Changbin growled before removing his finger and quickly replacing it with his cock, making you moan and closing your eyes shut. The feeling was so good, too good. It was overwhelming, in a way that made you want to fuck yourself on his dick until you both came. And you did exactly that, not noticing how tense the man behind you was, how deep his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips. All you were feeling now was him.

“- Changbin… Fuck- You’re so good…”

However, you felt Changbin hands gripping so hard you just had to stop moving, even if it was a literal torture to feel it inside you and being unable to move. You whined, almost sobbing because you needed him, you needed to feel him deeper and deeper with each thrust. But he didn’t seem to be eager to do that. 

“- Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight baby.”

You gasped at his firm voice, and you couldn’t help your walls clenching around him. His voice did things to you, it was a physical reaction, but it was enough to make him groan again. You stayed still even if it took all you had in you not to rut against him to try and get some friction. What you didn’t know was that Changbin was overwhelmed by the feeling of you. He needed a moment to calm down or else he would cum right now. And he wanted your first time together to be as good as possible for the both of you. 

“- Bet you’ve been keeping this fucking condom with you since the first day. Wanted me to notice you and your dirty mouth, hm ?”

You wanted to answer, but all that let out your mouth was moans as he started thrusting in you so hard you thought you would crash in the locker in front of you. Changbin was buried deep inside you, that was the only thing on your mind. 

“- Already going dumb for my dick… That was all you wanted all along, being all nice and kind just to get me there…”

You wanted to tell him something, to tease him too, but you couldn’t. You were only able to whine and moan his name as he kept moving in you at a steady path, rubbing this particular spot that got you to cry out quickly.

“- Changbin ! Fuck- So good…

- I know baby, you feel so good too… Wet and tight just for me, taking me so well.”

Your moans were enough for him to tell you were enjoying this as much as he was. Changbin was trying to sound composed, but he was on the verge of losing his mind just because of you. You were making him dizzy ; your warm cunt, your ass jiggling with every thrust, your moans of his name like in his wet dreams. All of that was driving him crazy, and adding the fact that he hadn't cum since eight days now, he knew he wouldn’t last long. 

But Changbin was determined to make you come before him, wanted to hear your fucked out noises first. So he sneaked his hand to your clit, rubbing it as roughly as he was thrusting in you. And then, you were losing your mind over him. 

“- Gonna- Shit ! Changbin… G-Gonna cum… Please…

- No need to beg baby, you’re gonna get it.”

However, it stroked his ego so much, knowing you were this intoxicated by him, maybe as much as he was by you. Changbin sped up his moves, both of his dick in you and his hand on your clit, making you come in a matter of seconds. He didn’t last long either, immediately losing it when he felt your cunt clenching so hard around him, moaning your name as he continued to thrust into you through both of your orgasms. 

The moment he pulled out of you after you both calmed down a bit, you started to put on your clothes back. Changbin felt his heart dropping to the floor. Maybe he was just fooling himself all along ? Maybe you just wanted a quick fuck ? Maybe you were regretting it ? Maybe you didn’t want to talk to him ever again after this ? He felt bad. Really bad. But he was also feeling like it was his only chance to finally ask you out. If you rejected him, he’d go bury himself six feet underground and would never come back here. But what if you said yes ? If he was standing a chance, even a little one, he wanted to take it. 

So he called your name as you were putting your shoes back on, as if you were really ready to get out and never think about this again, which made Changbin even more nervous if it was possible. But he had to do this. It was now or never.

“- Do you- Do you want to grab coffee with me ? We… We could like talk and hum… It could be fun, I think.”

He knew he sounded terrible and awful, and he could already hear Seungmin making fun of him for it. But for now, he was waiting for you to answer, the knot of anguish in his stomach tighter than ever.

“- Is it… Will it be like a date or something ?”

Changbin's eyes widened at your question. You were thinking he just wanted to do this with you once and go with his life like nothing happened ? He could never. He was already too into you to go back. 

“- Y-Yeah ! I mean, if you want it to be a date, then, yes.”

Your warm smile made the knot disappear, and the second he felt you pecking his lips innocently, his heart starting to beat faster when you looked him in the eyes. 

“- Then I’ll wait for you outside.”

You turned around and got out of the changing rooms, your bag on your shoulder and a bright smile on your lips as you closed the door to let him put his clothes back on. At this precise moment, he knew he didn’t give a fuck about the bet. No, he didn’t care when Minho teased him about it, saying back to him his latter statement, when he told everyone he would win just yesterday. No, he couldn’t care when he had you. And he would happily spend the rest of the month fucking you and loving you.

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THINGS THEY DO TO GET YOUR ATTENTION

| BANGCHAN | |Lee Know| |Seo Changbin| |Hwang Hyunjin| |Han Jisung| |Lee Felix| |Kim Seungmin| |Yang Jeongin|

• Lightly Taps You

If he wants to ask you something, he'll simply just gently tap you on the shoulder if you're busy doing something or if you have headphones in just so he's not completely disturbing you. Usually nothing important he has to tell you but maybe if he wants your opinion in sum he'll lightly tap you just to ask you really quickly before letting you peacefully go back to whatever you were doing. This is when he wants your attention for sum, not bc he wants it.

• Stares At You Until You Notice Him

Smiles so fondly at you with love filled eyes and a little smile on his lips while admiring staring at you until you notice him and pay attention to him, then he's flustered a little that he got caught but he's not complaining considering he did get your attention. Now he can give you some cuddles and smooches.

• Tickles You

This is a little more of a teasing gesture, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want your attention still. He will tickle you. He really wants your attention, he's gonna get it. Even if that means tickling you until you're on the floor wheezing.. definitely holds you from behind while he waits for you to stop your giggle fit. When u do, he'll shove his face in the crook of your neck, wrap his arms around you and cuddle you closer to him as he softly kisses where his lips can reach.

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*laughs in STAY*

𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝖏𝖚𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖓/𝖏𝖚𝖑𝖘 || 𝟗𝖝 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 || 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 || 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖕-𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 || 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘' 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 22/09/23

𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅: 10/02/24

mixtape: all i have left to give

i. how long can you stand the heat ii. fight off the light tonight and just stay with me (honey don't you leave) iii. i wanna see the sun rise (on your sins, just me and you)

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i. avoust xxix ii. óutobre xxxi iii. nouvèmbre xv iv. desèmbre xxvi v. febrié xxiii vi. mai xiii vii. juliet xxii viii. ???

there you'll be

COMING SOON

COMING SOON

mixtape: all i have left to give

ending 1: i don't wanna look at anything else (now that i saw you)

COMING SOON

COMING SOON

This masterlist is not final, and will be updated soonest. I'm just triggered by how disorderly my dash is and it's been itching my brain for so long lmao

Also, I know I write crossover fics, but the ones the ones under the artists listed are where they are the main focus

That's all for now kthx byeeeeiiii

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—  stray kids

—  ateez

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— about me

— wips (to be added)

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𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞-𝐚-𝐡𝐨𝐞! - spiderman!han jisung x fem!reader

wc: 11.1k

cw: han jisung is spiderman, a brief attack of an alien in school, both characters are 18+ (legal) but are intended to be in high school, friends to lovers, jisung calling mc baby at any given moment

synopsis: you’re obsessed with spiderman, but after a certain event takes place, you become convinced your best friend and spiderman are the same person.

a/n: after a long wait… HEHE smut warnings under the cut and as usual 18+ MDNI!!!!!!!

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sw: brief mention of masturbation (both), oral (fem!rec), slightly switchy both parties, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, loss of virginity (both), cumswapping, relatively tame given that its me

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You’re intrigued.

Interested seemed like too little of a word to use for how you feel whenever you see the latest news report. In a world full of superhuman serums and bulletproof skin, he is still intriguing. Maths homework could be ignored, as far as you’re concerned - and that’s bold for you, because you love maths. You wonder if he likes maths, too.

Every night at 6pm sharp, you settle in front of the television and wait for the news. Spiderman, the hero in question, is always up to something. He loves shooting his webs across the tallest skyscrapers in the city, dangling from them precariously without a care before he lets out a loud, earth-shattering giggle and beats the newest bad-guy that your world has attracted. You always wince at the reports, wondering just how he healed from the injuries he must sustain. It had to be down to the spider venom, you supposed.

“He’s dangerous,” Your dad huffs. He’s lounging on his normal armchair, peeling leather be damned, munching on a bag of crisps. You grimace at his crisp covered digits motioning towards the television. You love your dad, really, and your mum - you just always differed in opinions when it came to Spiderman. He was so fucking cool, and you seriously feel like a child saying that all of the time, despite your best friend Jisung telling you that we all have our interests. “I mean, he’s putting normal civilians in danger. Friendly neighbourhood Spiderman my ass.”

“Honey,” Your mother admonishes, digging through her own bag of crisps. You briefly consider why you haven’t been offered one. They look tasty, when your father isn’t rubbing luminous orange dust onto his previously crisp white shirt. “You know she doesn’t like it when you say bad things about him. He- what was the word again, baby?”

“He intrigues me,” You mumble, pretending to erase equations from your homework. Your cheeks blaze crimson when your mother hums in agreement, nodding triumphantly to your father. You wish you could be as sassy as her sometimes. You’re more timid, hiding behind oversized hoodies and Jisung. He is a lot more confident than you, more loud and exuberant - you suppose that’s why he had adopted you as his all those years ago.

Your mother had been best friends with Jisung’s aunt, Sohee. She’s just like Jisung, zipping around the place at an insane pace to offer you snacks and drinks at every second. When you and Jisung had first met in preschool, you’d been drawing patterns in the mud with your grubby little fingers, hiding from the bullies. He’d criticised your drawing. He helped you fix it, though, chubby cheeks puffing out with a grin when it was good enough for his taste. Looking back now, that behaviour was so Jisung, but your mother had been delighted to find out that you’d already met her best friend’s son.

It had been easy becoming friends with him after that. Every day, he’d drag you by your wrist and take you to the yard, insisting on doing your co-operative drawings together. The teachers had a fit everyday on the state of you two by the end of your break, but your mothers had loved it, taking a million and one pictures a second. He stuck up for you both to the teachers, and then he stuck up for you to the bullies and it was like you’d known each other since birth. Inseparable at the hip, you’d been glued together throughout preschool, primary school and now high school - it doesn’t look like you’re getting rid of him anytime soon, either. You’d applied for the same colleges.

You don’t particularly want to be rid of him anyway. He’s alright, really, and you had a bit of a girly, high school crush on him. You would rather jump off of a building like Spiderman sans the webs if anyone found out.

Another thing Jisung is good for is listening to your rants. He waits for your call every night after the news had been on, and you clamber on your bed obediently after the report finishes to press on his contact.

“Jisung!” You squeal. There’s a lot of feedback on his end, and you hear a low ‘shit, fuck, oops, oh God’, until there’s a loud thud and he giggles, chiming through your tinny phone speakers. “... Ji? Are you okay?”

“Yep, sorry, baby,” He sounds out of breath, but you smile when he speaks anyway. Whenever he calls you baby, his designated nickname for you, it makes your heart flutter and you have to grimace to ignore it. His face pops into the little square designated to him, his cheeks blushing pink and round eyes wide. His hair is slightly damp, from what you’re not sure - but he looks cute. “I just got home. I was- I was running some errands for my aunt.”

“God, she’s got you running like crazy lately,” You mumble, still jotting down numbers on your homework. It’s taken you hours, but you always get distracted on nights like this. “Did you see it?”

Jisung hums, and then you hear him groan. He’s stretching, slightly toned honey-skinned arms appearing above his head in the plain oversized t-shirt he’s wearing. You try not to stare. “Did I see what?”

“The- the news, Sungie,” You feel shy mentioning it so outright. It is a weird interest, a weird thing to be obsessed with - Jisung often reassures you that it really isn’t, and his anime obsession was a lot worse. It was. You sigh, clearing your throat. “Spiderman. He was- he was super cool tonight.”

“Ooh, was he?” Jisung teases, chuckling when you groan in protest. “I’m only playing with you, baby. I saw it. He was super cool, wasn’t he?”

“Ha-ha, super cool, ‘cause he’s a superhero. You’re funny.”

“That’s why you keep me around,” Jisung chirps. “Hey, have you done the maths homework? I haven’t had time, because of the errands, y’know.”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m almost finished,” You aren’t. You’re far from it, really, but he doesn’t have to know that. “I can let you copy it tomorrow morning, before class.”

“No, that’s alright, baby. We can just cross-check our answers tomorrow,” His voice sounds tired, but you don’t comment. It’s better not to question Jisung when he’s like this.

His aunt has him doing a lot these days. You haven’t wanted to ask about it because you know it must be tough for her to look after Jisung since his parents passed, especially when Jisung is always going at full speed and is probably seconds away from giving his aunt a heart attack. He was always clumsy as a child, too, snapping his glasses in half and having a few broken bones to tell long stories about. He always means well, but sometimes you wish that he had something else to get his energy out of his system rather than stressing his aunt out.

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“Jisung, surely you know who Spiderman is, like, underneath the mask,” Seungmin quips through a mouthful of dry, government regulated school food. “You spent all that time with Bang Chan in the internship.”

Seungmin is a lanky boy that just came along one day and decided to be yours and Jisung’s friend. With him, he brought a younger, smiley guy named Jeongin, and Jeongin brought Felix. Felix is just Felix - nothing else can describe him. Before long, you’d found yourself in a de facto group of misfits that you weren’t even sure you could call friends. Apart from Jisung, of course.

Jisung simply raises an eyebrow in response to Seungmin. “I mean, sure. I met Mr Bang a few times, but I never met Spiderman. Not out of his suit, anyway.”

You gasp. Jeongin startles from the nap he was taking on the cafeteria table, raising his head to look at you angrily. Felix pushes his head back down from the hood on his jumper and Jeongin immediately falls back to sleep. “You met him in his suit?”

“Well, yeah,” Jisung shrugs. When he turns to look at you, your mouth is agape, feeling slightly betrayed. Jisung shoves another spoonful of cheese - was it really cheese? - pasta into his mouth, and then he’s sighing. “It’s not a big deal, baby. If I really met him, the real him, you’d be the first to know. I promise.”

“You still got that fat crush on Spiderman?” Felix chirps. You meet his amused gaze with your own steely glare, pouting over your packed lunch.

“It’s not a crush-”

“It’s an interest,” Jisung clarifies for you, and you smile. He’s always jumping to your defence like that. You bite into an apple, savouring the crisp, fruity taste on your tongue, and then the bell rings. Sighing, you watch as the boys around you get up - including Jeongin, fox like eyes bleary from sleep - and swing their bags on their shoulders.

“I’ll see you later,” You murmur to Jisung, who throws his arm around your waist in a quick hug. “Enjoy English.”

Right. You and Jisung didn’t have the same classes. He has English now, and you have chemistry, which is probably your least favourite of all classes. You just weren’t a fan of the whole blowing shit up scenario, unlike Jeongin was, and the boy trundles behind you towards your chemistry class.

The class is boring. The teacher drones on and on about some experiment you couldn’t care less about, and you pretend to care. You’re taking notes, sure, ever the diligent student - but you can’t get anything other than Spiderman out of your mind. Jisung met him, and didn’t tell you, and who even is this guy? You’d love to know. You’d love to just see him, even once, just to be able to tell the story.

A massive crash stops the teacher’s speech. He turns to the door, confused, and the students do the same. You do too, furrowed eyebrows staring at the door. Another crash causes people to begin to rise, and the teacher starts ushering everyone out of the class to the closest exit route. You’re frozen in confusion and fear, pencil halted in your fingers, even as another noise makes the teacher run out behind the class.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you’re still sitting in your seat, eyes wide and heart racing. Then, you spring up to follow the rest of your cohort, sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor as you run to the door. Swinging it open, you stick your head out the door and look around, trying to see if the coast is clear. With a planet full of interdimensional attacks, you can’t be sure, and looking left leads you to see a scaly, large animal type of thing. You squeak, startled, and immediately retreat into the class before it notices you. What the fuck do you do? What are you meant to do?

The whole room begins to shake, and you have a feeling the creature’s getting closer. Beakers are thrown to the floor from the vibration ringing throughout the room, glass shattering loudly, and you feel like you’re about to scream, or cry, or run, and you can’t run.

Doing the only thing you can think of, you cower to the floor, hiding underneath a table donned in smashed beakers. You’re curled up in a ball, watching students standing outside murmuring and discussing their own safety, and then the shaking stops.

The door swings open. Everything outside the classroom is too intimidating, items being thrown everywhere, and you can’t even bring your legs to move with how badly they’re shaking. Who’s just walked in? You pray for Jisung. You pray for someone who’s going to help you hide, someone who’s going to keep you safe, and then-

A masked face pops underneath the table. He’s lithe, slender, but the tight red and dark blue suit highlights the hint of abs and sculpted biceps on his body. Holy fucking shit. Your eyes widen. Spiderman is in your school.

“Are you okay?” His voice is deep, but it sounds almost like someone putting on a deeper voice to hide their identity. You nod hesitantly, and then he’s extending a gloved hand towards you, pulling you out from underneath the table. You’re unable to speak. Once you’re standing in front of him, you notice he’s around a head or so taller than you, but definitely not as tall as you thought he’d be. He sighs, chest heaving with panic. You suppose it must be pretty tough work fighting aliens from outer space. “I’ve webbed him up for now, but it won’t hold much longer. Go- please, go and run. Please, anywhere, just- go and hide, or run.”

“I-I-”

“Promise me, b- um, you. I can’t let you get hurt.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I- Yes, I promise, I’m going to- I’ll go, thank you, thank you-”

“Wait, no!” He shouts, rubbing his temples - or at least, you’d imagine he was but he’s just rubbing the mask in frustration. You watch as he bounds over to the window, kicking it open, and the students outside turn to the classroom in awe. You’re rooted in place, as if vines are circling your ankles and securing you to the floor, mouth agape. You wait for him to give you further directions, and you gasp when he runs back over to you, picking you up and carrying you over to the window. You feel light as a feather, and all you can think is how he’s even carrying this amount of strength in that small body. “Too risky. Outside.”

“O-Outside?” You stammer, cheeks bright red, and he nods. He leans to place you out of the window, delicately placing you on your feet, and then he speeds off, shouting a quick “see you later!”.

You blink. You can hear the noises of walls breaking and windows shattering as Spiderman fights, and Felix runs up to you from the crowd outside and slings an arm over your shoulder. You’re still staring inside the classroom as if you can see through walls and watch the fight. What did see you later mean?

What’s the likelihood, honestly? You knew he was the friendly neighbourhood guy, and all that, but why not Bang Chan, in his sleek nanotech suit? This was a big fight. You find yourself getting worried, biting your nails in concern for the man you don’t even know. You have to remind yourself of that. He saved you because you’re any other citizen, not for any other specialty - you don’t know this guy.

“C’mon, over here,” Felix ushers you over, tone soft. When you’re with him, Seungmin and Jeongin, he sighs, rubbing your back. “Crazy, right? At least you can say you met Spiderman now.”

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Jisung is safe, thank god. You kind of feel guilty for not worrying about him at the moment, but he’d text you shortly after, saying he’d left just before it all kicked off because he felt a little under the weather. He wanted to make sure you were okay, though, so he texted you as soon as he could. You’d never admit the blush that rose to your cheeks when you read it.

It’s quiet in your room. Your parents had sprinted to you as soon as you’d come through the door, having seen the situation on the news, and you’d reassured them that Spiderman had saved you. It definitely changed your dad’s perspective of him, and now you lie on your bed feeling more than relieved.

Your fingers tap on your tummy in thought, though. He was making his voice deeper, that much you could tell, but why? How was he there so quickly? There’s no fucking way he was a student. Still, that body in the tight suit… you’d definitely been looking. You’re a woman, of course you were going to look. He had a figure enviable to every man. Broad shoulders, abs just slightly visible, strong legs that carried you over to the window…

In your dreamlike fantasy, you’re considering something you previously never would’ve thought of. What if Jisung was underneath that suit? Now, that would be perfect. Both of your crushes being one being, Jisung pulling that suit up his lithe thighs and letting it settle over his broad pecs.

Before you know it, your hand is dipping under the hem of your pyjama pants, unable to feel guilty for thinking about your best friend in this way. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time, with many of your nights spent whimpering into your pillow and coming apart on your own fingers wishing they were his. He had such nice hands… What if it was him who had grabbed you from underneath that table? Your hand trails down to find your folds, slick and ready for whatever you had in store, but you focus on your clit, swollen and aching between your bottom lips. Would he finger you in the gloves if you asked, let you ride his abs in the suit until completion? Would he kiss you upside down, hanging from the-

A tap on your window makes you jump. The room is dark, save for your bedside lamp, and you turn rapidly to see a faceless figure just about popping in from the corner. You yank your hand out of your bottoms, squeaking, and then you squint to try and see the figure closer.

Holy shit. Spiderman is at your bedroom window.

Your cotton tank top is revealing, so you turn immediately to reach for your dressing gown and tie it around your figure. You pad over to the window in your socks, still wide-eyed and completely baffled, and then you turn the handle to allow him access. What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” You blurt, toes curling against your floor. Spiderman swings inside instead of responding, walking around your room like he’s been there a million times before. “No, seriously, what the fuck?”

He turns to you, shrugging. “I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?”

You blanch. He did say that, yes, but that still doesn’t explain the million questions you have right now. “Well, yeah, but- how do you know where I live?”

“I- uh, found it in the school office,” He hops up onto your bed, sitting cross legged. His mask hides his face, but he hums in pleasure at the feeling of the bedsheets on him. “After the fight, I went in there. Glad you’re okay, by the way.”

He’s still making his voice deeper, and you blink, nodding in response. “I’m great. Can I- can I ask why you’re here?”

He shrugs again, fiddling with a loose thread on your duvet. “No reason. Got bored. I was swinging around and remembered I saw your address on the computer.”

“Right,” You shake your head, still baffled. Instead of questioning him further, you jump onto the bed in front of him and copy his position, cross legged. “Don’t you have, like, recovering to do? I heard you got beat pretty bad.”

“Nah, no way,” He scoffs, rolling his neck. You suppress a smile. Cocky. “Spider venom, y’know? It repairs everything super quick.”

You were right. You can’t suppress a smile at his response, clicking your fingers at his masked face. “I fucking knew it! I guessed it was the venom.”

He stops fiddling with the duvet, turning to you and tilting his head in question. “You’re smart, aren’t you? Hey, are you the one that’s friends with that kid?”

You narrow your eyes. Jisung’s a liar. If Spiderman knows who he is, that means they’ve met more than once, and Jisung lied. You reach for your phone, ready to bitch him out via text, but Spiderman knocks your phone out of your hand. You turn to him, confused.

“Talk to me,” He whines. “I told you I was bored!”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, damn. Yes, I’m friends with Jisung. Why?”

“No reason,” He wiggles forward on your bed, grabbing your hand. You’re confused, but then he launches you into an intense thumb war, one that you were never going to win. Everytime you go to move your thumb in response to his, he’s got you pinned, and before he speaks again you’re five rounds down. “He’s pretty cool, right?”

“Who?” You ask, still focusing on the thumb war.

“Jisung,” He clarifies, clearing his throat. Making his voice that deep must be taking its toll on his vocal chords. “He’s kinda cool. Super smart, I thought.”

“He definitely is,” You laugh when he pins your thumb down again, swatting at his wrist to get him off of you. “He’s smarter than me.”

“And, uh,” He clears his throat again, leaning back on your bed. Leaning back like that, you have a full view of his body in his suit, and you have to stare at the posters on your wall to avoid looking at him. He puts his hands behind his head, the full picture of relaxation, and you wished he’d stop throwing you this random curveball behaviour. “Is that all you think of him? Just smart?”

You blush, finally reverting your eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean… Do you have a crush on him, or?”

“Who wants to know?” You bristle, playing with your hands in your lap. You look down at your chipped nail polish, awkwardly shifting on the bed in your pyjamas. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“No one knows who I am,” He responds easily. “I want to know. Tell me. Do you have a crush on him?”

“I’m not telling you that-”

“I’m bored!” He whines again, sitting up. You let him grab your hand again, pulling your pinky finger into a promise. You swear you see the mask smile. “Tell me!”

“Okay, damn,” You sigh, exasperated. Was he on molly or something? Are you dreaming? “I guess so. I guess I always have, yeah, I don’t know. I don’t think he’d ever like me like that.”

He coos at that, taking your hand in his. It’s strangely comforting. “Why not?”

“He’s- well, I don’t think I’m good enough for someone like him,” You admit, scratching the back of your neck. “It’s awkward. He’s my best friend. It would ruin things, and I guess I’ve never let myself think about it like that.”

“You should,” He hums. You blink, staring at him. What the hell is he on about? “I just mean you should. Maybe he likes you too, y’know? I like my best friend. I’d love to know if she likes me back.”

“You do?” You wiggle closer, eager to know more. “You like your best friend? What’s she like?”

“Well,” He strokes your hand again before pulling away, leaning his chin on his hand. “She’s super pretty. Smart, too. I’ve known her since like, forev- for a few years, I think, in total.”

“It’s kind of the same with me and Jisung,” You sigh again, pouting. “I’ve known him for my whole life, basically. I’m just scared it’ll ruin things, but I think about him a lot when I’m on my own.”

He snickers. “Really? Like when you’re doing what you were doing when I got here?”

You swat at his shoulder, blushing bright red. “Shut up, oh my god! I thought you- shut up. Just don’t.”

“Maybe he thinks about you then too, I don’t know,” He shrugs nonchalantly, and then he’s getting up and pacing around. You watch him fiddle with a few photo frames on your desk, humming at ones of you and Jisung when you were younger and even fiddling with a few of your academic medals and prizes. “I won’t tell him, by the way.”

“You see him often?” You ask, voice soft. “He said-”

“Nah, I’ve only seen him once or twice,” He stretches his arms above his head, still staring at your desk full of trinkets. “He doesn’t know who I am.”

“Can I know?”

He turns to you. “Know what?”

“I want to know who you are,” Your voice is confident, but you feel anything but, teeth chewing your bottom lip nervously. “You saved me, and now you’re in my bedroom. I feel that I deserve to know.”

He sighs loudly this time, walking towards the window. “When we get to know eachother better, maybe.”

“Wait, hang on,” You watch him sling a foot out of the window, exasperated. He can’t leave! “Where are you going? I thought you said you were bored-”

“Things to do, baby,” He replies quickly. You blink. That ‘baby’ sounds awfully familiar, and you stand up quickly to walk towards the window, but he’s already webbing away. “Bye!”

You stand there, shocked and confused. He’s swinging from building to building away from you, and you’re just standing there like an idiot. You were interrupted before you could even start touching yourself, forced into a thumb war and coerced into admitting your deepest, darkest secret, and then he just… leaves? Just like that?

Your life is proving to be a little more interesting than you thought, but your dreams were filled with familiar round cheeks beneath a red and blue mask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“Baby, is there a reason why your eyes are burning holes into the side of my head?”

You’re convinced your best friend is Spiderman. There, sitting beside you with his glasses sliding down his nose and comfortable in a grey hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms on, it’s hard to believe. But you’re not stupid.

First of all, since he started that internship with Mr Bang, he’s been weird about letting you inside his room. This is the same person that you had many sleepovers with growing up, and as recently as a few months ago you’d been cuddling in bed together watching Howl’s Moving Castle. He has something to hide, but you’d been let down when you’d arrived at his house earlier and shouldered past him to find literally nothing of suspicion inside his room, other than an anime girl mouse pad with the boobs to rest your wrist on. You knew that existed though, ever since his birthday last year when Felix had gifted it to him, so what gives?

Secondly, Sohee is more stressed out than ever. You’d caught sight of her flitting around the kitchen when you arrived for your homework friend-date, scrubs on and ready to head to the hospital but still panicking about something. Jisung said multiple times that he’d been helping her out more and that’s why he’s been so busy lately. She shouldn’t still be panicking.

Thirdly, Spiderman wouldn’t make his voice deeper to you unless you knew him. He wouldn’t need to, or you wouldn’t recognise his voice - unless it’s a habit he’s picked up, perhaps. That doesn’t change that the way he called you baby last night sounded a little bit too familiar, too comfortable. It came out of his mouth like second nature.

Still, it makes no sense. Surely Jisung would have told you? You’re his best friend, he said so, so he’d tell you. Or would he? Maybe Felix knows. You’re also hoping deep down that it isn’t true, because if it is, you told your crush last night that you liked him.

You can’t even be mad at Jisung for it. He’s still staring at you, and you’re staring blankly back while shoving snacks into your mouth. There’s crumbs all over your homework.

“Jisung,” You begin, and he hums in response. “Would you tell me your deepest, most serious secret if I worked it out?”

He chokes on his energy drink, spluttering neon blue liquid all over his bed. You want to giggle, to make fun of him, but you’re sure you’ve gotten somewhere here. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat, and turns back to you. His hands are shaky where they clutch his textbook, and his eyes are almost blurry through the glasses. “I tell you everything anyway.”

“I don’t think you do,” You respond, quick as a beat. He blinks, lips parting. “Not by that reaction, Jisung. I think you’re hiding something from me.”

He scratches his nose with the end of his pen, looking down at the textbook again. You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“Okay,” You hum. He sighs, scribbling something on the paper. It’s so quiet in the room that you can hear his pen scribbling, but you’re speaking again before you can even think. “Did I tell you Spiderman came to my room last night?”

He gulps audibly. “Nope.”

“Yeah, it was kinda weird,” You take a sip from your energy drink, still staring at him vacantly. Jisung’s eyes flit up to you, and then back down to the textbook. Oh, he knows. He knows that you know. He knows that you know that he knows. “He saved me in school, when that alien thing was there, and then he came to my room and asked me about you.”

“He, uh- really? Did he?”

“Mhm,” Your gaze is steely. “Jisung, I know you’re Spiderman.”

Jisung bursts out laughing. It would be believable, but you’ve known him since you were four years old and it’s a fake laugh. He’s cackling, loud as brass, and he lets out a little “ooh” afterwards as if he can’t believe you. “Baby, that’s the craziest theory you’ve ever come up with.”

“Is it?” You question, head tilting to the side. Then, in the smartest moment you’ve ever had, you pick up Jisung’s energy drink from the floor. He’s still looking at you, a fake smile on his lips, and you take a sip from it casually. Sharing drinks isn’t new for you. You glug back the artificial blue raspberry flavour, and then keeping eye contact with him, you let go.

Before the can is able to fall and spill the rest of its contents over your own textbook, and inevitably Jisung’s One Piece bed sheets, he reaches out and grabs it, hand wrapping around the can, quick as a flash. It all happens in about a second, and you gasp. Jisung gasps. His hand tightens around the can and it crinkles, an impossible show of strength, and then he’s blinking at you. You raise an eyebrow.

“I knew it.”

He puts the can safely on the bedside table, and then he’s slamming his textbook shut. You watch in confusion as he paces back and forth on his bedroom floor, running his hands through his hair over and over.

“Okay!” He points at you, victorious. “That was a reflex. I knew you were going to do that, I’m smart, duh! I knew you were going to drop the can to prove something, and-”

“Jisung,” You say, voice soft. He stops pacing, sock clad feet rooted on the carpet to stare at you. You’re going to get him. You’re going to get him good. “Do you not want me to know? Is that what this is?”

He immediately falls to the floor, head resting on your knee as he looks up at you. You can’t even feel sorry for him, because your plan is working perfectly. His eyes are round and vulnerable, and then he clenches them shut in distress. You think he’s probably a second away from crying. “Baby, it’s not that. I wanted to protect you. It would be dangerous if the bad guys knew who you were, knew that you knew, and I know I shouldn’t have come to your room, that was wrong of me, and-”

You giggle. Jisung furrows his eyebrows, eyes opening. “I knew I was right.” He gasps, pointing at you again.

“Judas! You’re a judas!” He’s shocked, leaning back on his haunches and staring at you. “I can’t- I can’t believe you, that was so-”

“Sneaky? Good? Smart?” You list, leaning back on his twin bed. He stands up, hands on his hips. You’re ready for him to bitch you out, but you don’t care - you knew that you had to know, had to have it confirmed. He taps his foot, and then you see a smile break out on his lips.

“Okay, yeah, that was pretty good,” He hums, returning to the bed. You let him shut your own textbook and sprawl across you, head in your lap. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve told you.”

You sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “That’s okay, Ji. It’s fine. I’m just a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Why?” Jisung asks, his eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of your nails on his scalp. You want to scoff. Embarrassed for two major reasons - one, because you’ve been gushing about how cool Spiderman is for weeks, maybe even months, and two because you told Spiderman last night that you liked Jisung. Spiderman and Jisung are the same person. Sure, it makes things easier. You no longer have a crush on two people, only one, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jisung knows and is yet to say anything.

“I’ve been talking to you about Spiderman for weeks,” You blush, pushing his hair off of his forehead. He whines, thrashing his feet and shaking his head like a dog to hide his forehead again. He’s so dramatic. You like him so bad. “And- and you- it was you, then. You came to my room last night.”

“Yeah, that was risky,” He responds, exasperated. “I just had to, baby. I don’t know, you always seemed so interested in Spiderman and not me. I needed to know if you saw me like you saw him.”

You pause your movements on his head, blinking at the wall in front of you. When you turn back to him, he’s blushing, teeth gnawing his bottom lip. His eyes are conveniently staring at the window, away from you.

“Jisung,” You start, hesitant. “What do you mean?”

He sits up sharply. “Wanna go on the roof?”

“T-The roof? Jisung, how are we gonna- oh. Oh.”

Jisung jumps up from the bed, toeing his sliders onto his feet and pushing the window open. It gives you deja vu - that same figure was pushing the window open just like this to place you safely outside in school yesterday, and then he was coming through your window to see you late at night. It’s hard to believe that they’re the same person, the man you admired so much and your best friend who’s standing by the window expectantly waiting for you to join him.

You hesitantly stand up, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your joggers and looking at Jisung. He smiles, a soft, reassuring smile, and then he’s scooping you up from the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist. It’s slender, the plush flesh of your thighs almost obscuring it, and you squeak in surprise at being in the air.

“I- Jisung?!”

“You have to hold on tight,” He says. His face is inches away from yours, plush lips looking more than appealing and his glasses making him look so endearing. “I need my hands for this, so hold onto my shoulders.”

You nod, face blushing crimson at the realisation of just how close you are. Would he have you like this if he fucked you? Legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders, his face so close to yours as he pants and whines and moans-

You squeak again when he slides out of the window, and then you see him in action. His hands stick to the outside of the apartment building, feet kicking up against the concrete wall. Your heart is racing so badly it feels as though it could burst out of your chest, but you’re not sure if it’s because of the height or because you’re tightly pressed against Jisung.

When he swings you both over the side ledge on the roof, you notice the sun’s set already. Time always goes by quickly with Jisung, but the stars are already out, and the air is crisp and biting against your limbs despite the layers. Once he’s safely stood on the roof, he places his hands underneath your thighs and detaches you from his firm body, placing you on your feet.

You’re disorientated, shocked at the sheer height of the building and at the way Jisung seems to be swinging you around like it’s nothing, but he’s simply staring at you. A wide smile stretches from ear to ear, and he blinks when you don’t say anything. “It’s cool, right?”

“Y-Yeah, super cool,” You admit, chest heaving. “Really high up, but cool. Jisung, why are we on the roof?”

He’s wrangling you, hands on your arms and pushing you to the floor. It feels firm, but with what you now know about him, you know he’s holding back. He plops down next to you, eyes wide and expectant.

“I wanted to do it properly,” He begins. He pauses for a moment, licks his lips, pushes his glasses up his nose, and then he’s speaking again. “I like you, so that’s why I asked. Is it romantic up here? It feels romantic, but I’m not too sure-“

He stands up and begins pacing around the roof before you realise he’s even moved. You raise an eyebrow. “Jisung?”

“I wanted to do this right, y’know?” He pauses, hands on his hips. He looks comical, trying to assert dominance over you like that in those Hello Kitty pyjama trousers. “I- I wanted to swing by and like, grab you, or something? But then you worked it out, and now I’m just standing here with you on a roof…”

He continues mumbling like a mad scientist, eyes focused on a spot next to your head. You stand up, making your way towards him, and he still refuses to look at you. He likes you back. He likes you back, and he’s still your best friend - he’s still Jisung, but he’s also Spiderman, and you’re okay with that. You don’t have to like two people. You only like one, and it’s your goofy best friend.

“Is this even romantic? You know, we could just forget about it and-“

You press your lips to his. He doesn’t make any form of surprised noise, only cupping your cheeks with his hands and pulling you close to him. His glasses bump against your face, his lips pouty against yours and plush and maybe a bit too wet for a first kiss, but you’d always figured he’d take it too far. That’s what you like about him. Jisung never does anything by halves.

It’s brief, too brief for your liking, but then he’s pulling away with a satisfied grin on his face. You blink. Wait.

“Wait, your stupid- your stupid spidey things. Did you know I was going to kiss you?” You pout, and he giggles. “No, seriously! Could you like- I don’t know, feel it coming?”

“Not until you were like, a few inches from my face,” Jisung admits, and his teeth gleam in the brilliance of the evening. “I had a feeling you might.”

You sigh. “So why didn’t you stop talking?”

“Dunno,” He shrugs. “I couldn’t stop once I started.”

The statement is so true to Jisung, so in character for your best friend that you can do nothing but accept it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It’s easy to fall into a different routine with Jisung.

He never asked you to be his girlfriend. You’re pretty sure you’re fine with that, though - things have had a natural manner of progressing, and now your best friend slash boyfriend slash superhero turns up at your window every night after he’s been on his neighbourhood patrol. Sometimes he’s a little bruised, and sometimes he’s just looking for consolation kisses.

It’s a normal night for you when it happens. Jisung’s halfway out of your bedroom window on his way to perform perfect justice, pulling his mask down over his annoyingly beautiful face. You’re standing a few feet away grinning like an idiot.

“I’ll see you later, my baby,” You can see his grin through the mask. The eyes on his mask form beautiful crescent moons with his happiness. He falters, legs swinging on your windowsill. “Wait. I am coming back here, yeah?”

“Of course,” You giggle. He sends you two fingers in a mock salute, and you watch him begin his journey up the wall to your roof. A beat passes and you’re still standing there, smiling, hands on your hips, and then the masked head of your best friend pops back down into your window, upside down, tilting to the side in confusion. You blink, confused. “What is it, Sungie?”

“Well, where’s my goodbye kiss? Damn,” He huffs, and you roll your eyes playfully. You make your way to the window, sock-clad feet padding on your carpet, and you pull his mask down to his eyes with two fingers. It miraculously stays on his head, and his lips form a teasing grin.

Despite him being upside down, you place a chaste kiss to his lips, and you watch in amusement as he swings away afterwards. You can still hear him giggling with glee from a few buildings away.

It’s a few hours later when he comes back. You’re flicking through a book for English, scrawling notes and highlighting words on sticky notes. It’s started to rain, and the city lights only look brighter in the dusk with the pattering of water on your window. You left it open, of course, for your superhero, but the cold air bites at your arms even through the fluffy blanket you’ve got wrapped around yourself.

Just as you’re beginning to contemplate closing it, a louder, more prominent tap hits the glass. When you turn to the window, Jisung is slouched against your windowsill, chest heaving beneath red lycra and forehead pressed against the glass. He’s got his mask between his teeth, and his hair is dishevelled, floppy brown locks obscuring his eyes. You can still catch sight of the bruising on his cheekbones and you gasp, rushing towards the window.

You drop your blanket in shock, but you swing the window open, pulling Jisung inside with one hand. He stumbles through, disoriented and confused, and you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“Got hurt,” He explains, huffing out a breath. The mask drops from his teeth unceremoniously, with a wet plop to your carpeted floor, but you don’t care. You rush to sit next to him, fingers gripping his chin to pull him to face you. His eyes are round, sincere, and he gives you a soft smile. “It’ll heal before long, baby, don’t panic.”

“I am panicking,” You say, resolute, because you really are. Bruising is scattered across his cheekbones, fading into green on the plush of his cheeks and his lip looks like it had been burst, but is already healing. “Will it- will it take long? Do you need me to get the first aid kit, or-“

“Baby,” He shakes his head, grabbing your hands. You watch with parted lips as he leans forward, both of you cross legged on the end of your bed. It reminds you of when Spiderman first visited you, when you weren’t quite sure of his identity. Jisung presses his forehead against yours, and you let him look into your eyes. It’s like he’s demanding everything that’s ever gone through your head to be vocalised. You’d tell him if he asked. “I’m really okay. I’m a little shaken up, but I’m fine. Most of it is on my ribs from falling, to be honest.”

“Your ribs?!” You shriek. “Show me. Let me see, I need to help you-“

You’re already trying to wrangle Jisung out of his suit, and he giggles, clearly thinking this is all just some game. He holds his arms up pliantly, though, and you don’t have the thought processing ability within you to realise that Jisung’s suit is an all-in-one and you’re currently stripping him down to his boxers.

The suit is wet too when you drop it to the floor, and before long you’re blinking at your best friend in his plain black boxers and he’s grinning at you as if this is any other day. There’s no bruising on his ribs. You’re staring at his abs, regardless, so you’re not sure you would’ve even noticed.

“You look fine.”

“I told you it heals quickly, baby,” He grins. You blink when he wriggles on your bed, laying on his back and stretching his arms above his head again, this time to get comfortable. His legs stretch out too, and you avoid looking anywhere below his waist.

His body is a spectacle. You can’t stop looking. Broad shoulders taper off into an extremely defined chest and a tight, thin waist adorned with prominent abdominal muscles, before reaching a v-line that leads into his boxers. You’re wide eyed, wanting nothing more than to reach out and run your fingers down his honey toned skin.

“Why-“ You cough, clearing your throat. Jisung raises an eyebrow. He’s grinning from ear to ear, teeth gleaming. “Why did you let me strip you if you’re literally fine?”

The bruising on his cheek is already fading. He shrugs nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps bulge with the movement and you think you might choke on your own spit. “You seemed pretty determined, so I just allowed it. You wanted to see me naked, I assumed, so-“

“Jisung!” You wail, slapping his shoulder. He groans in pain, catching your hand, and he grits his teeth with a hiss.

“My shoulder! Fuck, that hurt, ouch, baby! What was that for?!”

You gasp. He clutches his shoulder, letting out little pants of hurt sounding noises. You let your head fall to his chest, engulfing him with a hug. “Jisung, I’m so sorry-“

“Hehe,” He giggles. When you look at him, he’s sticking his tongue out, completely fine. You groan, annoyed you fell for it, and then he’s grabbing your forearms and pulling you upwards on top of him.

Your breasts press against his chest like this, due to your lack of bra in your sleep shirt, and his eyes widen when he feels it. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back, encompassing you in his strong hold.

You gasp, wiggling in his grip, and he licks his lips. His eyes go to your lips, and then back up to your eyes, as if he’s hesitant.

“I-“ He begins, faltering. “Are you my girlfriend?”

You scoff out a laugh. “I don’t know, am I?”

“I hope so,” Jisung admits, his facial expression vulnerable. His eyes dart to something behind you, as if he’s not sure, almost shy. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him shy. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask, but I want you to be, if you want to be.”

“I want to be,” You nod. He nods in response, and you watch his eyes flicker to your lips again. It’s silent for a moment, and then he leans in, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss is more charged than usual. Before now, you’re used to chaste, fleeting kisses from your superhero, but now he lets his tongue tease against the seam of your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, and his eyelashes brush against your skin where he does the same. You let your lips part, and Jisung’s quick to grip your back harder, tongue darting inside your mouth with impatience.

You’ve made out with someone before. You’d never had sex with someone before, but you had made out with someone. It was only once at a party when you were a little bit younger but it had felt like a good idea at the time. You’re sure Jisung’s lost his virginity though, but when he whimpers against your lips and his hips squirm a little you’re not too sure.

You pull away from the kiss, lips a little wet, and Jisung’s mouth goes to your neck. You allow him to suck a mark into the expanse of skin just underneath your jaw, his fingers grabbing impatiently at your back. “Sungie, are you a virgin?”

Jisung pulls away, licking his lips. You feel something hard pressing against your thigh where you lay on top of him. You’re thanking every entity ever that your parents are out for a work dinner. “Yeah, I am. I would have told you if I wasn’t,” He confirms, a little breathless. His hips wiggle again. “Is that- is that okay, baby?”

“Yeah, of course,” You smile, comforting. You peck his lips again and he grins back at you. “I am too.”

“I know,” He responds, quick as a flash. You blush. That’s embarrassing. “No, I just mean- you also would’ve told me, y’know?”

“That’s true,” You shrug. You’re feeling a little overconfident, and you move in his hold, having felt it gone a little lax with your kissing. You let your thighs spread over his hips, his hard shaft pressing against your core through your pyjama bottoms and his boxers. You still feel it, though, and it makes your pussy gush a little. “Is- is this okay?”

He’s blushing. His lips part, and he nods, perhaps too eagerly because he clutches his neck afterwards like he’s got whiplash. “Baby, you’re- I have a pretty girl in my lap. This is so okay. Like, so okay, I might have a heart attack and die, probably.”

You shift, and he winces. “Sorry,” You say. It’s a fake apology. You want to swallow his cock down your throat until he cries, and you don’t even know how to. You’d try your best though. “If I lost my virginity, I’d want it to be with you.”

“Damn,” Jisung whistles, eyebrows raised. “Let me hit?”

You giggle, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll let you hit right now, Jisung.”

Jisung shoots upwards into a seated position. His eyes are wide. “Right now?”

“Right now,” You confirm. You go from straddling his lap to laying on your back on your bed in a flash, and Jisung looms over you, all tight, toned muscles and broad shoulders.

“I’ll make it so good, baby, I promise,” He says, and then he’s kissing you again. It’s even messier this time, lips pressing against yours over and over and his tongue adding a collection of spit to the mix. You let your thighs fall apart, his hips quick to fill the space and press his cock against you. His hands go to your waist as he kisses you, sucking and biting on your lips until you’re whining with it, but he doesn’t let up. He’s desperate, messy, and it’s only making your pussy drool even more.

The rain hits the window still, cooling off a little but still providing a calming effect to your room when combined with the orange-pink of your lamp. He inches his palms up your shirt, the softness of his hands surprising you, and then he’s pulling away from your mouth to yank the fabric over your head.

You’re left in just your pyjama bottoms, lips kiss bitten and nipples pebbled against the cool air of your bedroom. You never had shut your window, after all.

“Oh,” Jisung says, exasperated. You finally open your eyes to see him staring at your tits, and you think he might be drooling. “Oh, yeah, my baby. They are so fucking good.”

You almost laugh, but you’re cut off by your own strangled moan when his pouty lips engulf your right nipple. He sucks on it, hard, and when your back arches he lets it slip out of his mouth with a wet popping noise. It’s only a brief moment of reprieve before he’s letting his teeth skim along the bud, and you keen, fingers moving upwards from his shoulders to grip onto the pillow behind your head.

“Oh, that’s so- Sungie, baby, that feels good,” You whine, and he hums against your breast. When he moves to the other one, he tweaks your wet nipple between two fingers. It’s experimental, but the whole thing is, and you buck your hips up impatiently.

His hands move to your ass, scooping underneath you and making you grind slightly against him. The movement makes him moan, your nipple leaving his mouth. A string of drool attaches to his lips and his tongue lolls out lazily, and before you can process it, he’s grinding his cock into your clothed centre.

“Oh- oh, fuck,” He whines, eyes clenching shut. You whimper in response, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Baby- baby, baby. Baby, I’ve thought about this so much, I- fuck, you’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

His words are so crude that they make you keen, nodding enthusiastically. “I thought about it too. I- I touched myself thinking about it, Sungie, did you?”

He gasps sharply, and there’s a fumbling between your legs. He rocks backwards on his haunches, and you see him gripping his cock impatiently underneath his boxers, fingers wrapped tight around the base.

“I will literally cum if I imagine that,” He huffs, breathless. “But yes. I did, many times, and- and- baby, can I see your pussy?”

It’s so bold that you can’t say no. You never would have dreamed of saying no anyway, and you nod, wiggling your bottoms down your legs. You never wear a bra or panties underneath your pyjamas, and your pussy is revealed to him in all its drooly glory, folds sticking together with your arousal.

Jisung’s jaw goes slack. You watch him jerk his cock, eyes fixated on your wet hole, and you shift impatiently.

“I showed you mine, Sungie,” You huff. “Show me yours.”

He nods, eyes still glued to your pussy. Your clit is swollen with arousal, some wetness stuck onto it, and you reach down to trace your fingertips over it absentmindedly while he pushes his boxers down. His cock slaps up against the bottom of his tummy, cockhead leaking beneath his foreskin, precum slicking the smattering of hair at his base. His balls look heavy, shaft swollen and fat between lithe thighs, and you can’t help but go a little googly eyed at the thought of him stretching you out.

He grabs it, pumps his cock a few times while you rub your fingers over your clit. “Is- is it okay, baby?” He gasps, cock leaking steadily in his fist.

“You’re so sexy, Sungie, ‘s so big. I- oh,” You whine, spreading your arousal over your folds. You prop your feet up, letting your legs fall wide, and the movement must expose your soppy hole to Jisung because his eyes widen even further. “I want you inside of me so bad. I’ve wanted it for so long, I just- shit, Jisung, what are you-“

You’re cut off by him diving between your legs. His cock is forgotten, his hands looping around your ass again to spread you wide, and his tongue presses against your core. He moans at the taste, and you whimper out loud, head rolling against your pillow. It’s messy and you can tell he’s inexperienced, but when he sucks your clit between his lips you can’t find it in you to care.

“Oh, oh- baby, baby! You’re good at that, so good at that, baby,” You babble, trying your best not to grind up into his mouth. His mouth is just as wet as your pussy, his lips drooling all over you. You’re cut short when he flattens his tongue against your core, moaning out loud, and his hands move your ass just a bit. “I- you- Sungie-?”

“Grind on my face, baby, c’mon,” He murmurs, muffled by your folds, and you oblige. Your hand goes to his hair, yanking on the dark brown strands, and you hold him in place while you grind your pussy senseless on his tongue. Your boy is good with his mouth, you realise - he’s pliant, letting you make yourself cum on his tongue and lips, and after only a few grinds you’re sure you’re going to fall apart for him.

“Ah! Ah, oh, baby, your mouth is- Sungie, Sungie,” You whine, feet kicking on the bed. Your legs go flat, but as the pleasure builds up in your core, your thighs tighten around his ears. He likes this, moaning loud to the point the vibrations make you jolt. It’s all so wet, your pussy dripping with arousal and his saliva, dripping down to your asshole. It has you wondering if Jisung would eat your ass further down the line, and your eyes flicker to his - would he let you eat his? He probably would, with how submissive he’s being.

His hips buck downwards on the bed and he keens into your pussy, and you realise he’s humping your mattress. He’s so desperate for you that he just can’t help himself, and you moan, loud and unabashed. The sight has you hurtling towards your orgasm.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby,” You warn, and he finally lets up, pulling back to suck on your clit. His hand moves over to the top of your pussy, pulling your mound backwards, and the exposure of your clit directly to his lips is your downfall. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth, and you can hear yourself talking and moaning but you’re not sure what you’re saying, only able to feel your hole gushing into Jisung’s mouth over and over.

Jisung licks over your clit a few times comfortingly, and then he’s on top of you again, face looming over yours. His right hand holds him up steadily and the other stays downwards, hooked on your thigh to keep you open.

“You taste delicious, baby,” He grins, mouth wet. When he presses his lips to yours he’s desperate, tongue darting into your mouth to let you taste your own cum. You let your hands fall to his chest, fingernails digging into the muscles. The filthiness of it all has you wriggling around impatiently again, and Jisung’s cockhead slips against your clit, making you whine into his mouth. He pulls away, gasping for air with the sensation, and you kiss the beauty spot on his cheek for good measure. “Baby. M-my baby, shit, can- can I fuck you now? Have you got a condom, I- shit, I need to fuck you?”

He’s breathless, giggling at his own desperation, and you nod eagerly. You’re on the pill, and realistically you’d want nothing more than him to creampie you, but you have a shred of logic still left in your brain. “No condom. I- I don’t have any, can you pull out? I know it’s not-“

“Don’t care,” He huffs, legs moving to prop himself up more securely. His knees dig into your bed, and he pulls your thigh further apart, letting his eyes fall down to your pussy. His face is more than pornographic when he sees the visual of his cockhead sliding through your folds, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. He lets his eyes flutter shut, a small profanity leaving his mouth. “You’re sure I can fuck you raw? I- please, p-please, baby. I need to be inside.”

“Jisung,” You whine. He lets his tip bump against your clit again, and you grow too desperate, reaching down yourself to grab his cock. The feeling makes him whimper, his fingers ripping into the pillow beside your head with his superhuman strength, but you’re too out of it to care. You position his cock by your hole, soppy and wet with your own cum, and he can’t hold himself back - he pushes in, all of it at once, a long, anguished noise leaving his mouth. “Oh. Oh- Oh, Jisung, that’s-“

“Is it okay? Are you okay?” Jisung asks, breathless. “Does it hurt? I- baby, baby-“

He’s still completely stationary, but he can’t stop talking, chest heaving and flushed pink. You shake your head. It doesn’t hurt. You’re wet enough that he glided in so easy, stretching your pussy in the most pleasurable, delicious way. You didn’t think it would ever feel this good, but you’re sure it’s because it’s Jisung.

“God, is it- does it feel good?” He questions you, and you nod eagerly, hands moving to rest on his biceps. He repositions you both so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, his arms holding himself up over you, and the movement has him sliding deeper, making you whimper. “Can I-“

“Fucking hell, Jisung, can you just move?” You huff, annoyed, and he giggles. He shakes his head fondly, and then he’s thrusting into you, slow but steady.

“Oh, that’s good,” He slurs, eyes rolling back into his head. “That pussy’s good. Jesus, you’re- you’re tight on my cock, baby, like a fuckin’ vice.”

“Your cock is so good,” You whine, trying to fuck yourself back on him. Your pussy is so wet that every thrust makes an audible noise, ringing throughout your room. If anyone walked past now they’d hear the debauchery, and you’re not sure you’d even care. “Fuck, Jisung- Jisung, you’re big. Please, please, more, I need more!”

“Okay, okay,” He moans, and then his hips speed up. His balls slap against your asshole with every thrust, his cock pistoning into you at a pace that has you wailing. The headboard slams against the wall. “Oh, fuckin’- baby, this puusssy.”

“It feels so good. Your cock is stretching me out so good, baby-“

“Fuck, wait,” He whines, pulling out sharply. When you look down between his legs his cock is painfully hard, and his pubic hair is drenched with you. The sight makes you even more eager to get him back inside of you, but Jisung grabs the base of his cock tightly, his chest heaving. “I- I’ll cum if you talk like that. Fuck, this is so embarrassing!”

“I want you to cum,” You insist, leaning up on your elbows. Your pussy is still leaking steadily onto your bedsheets, and you make grabby hands at your boy to try and get him back inside of you. “You made me cum so good in your mouth, Sungie, c’mon. Make yourself cum with my pussy.”

“Oh my God,” He moans, eyes half lidded, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re dirty. My fucking dream, holy shit.”

He leans over you once more, pushing his cock inside of you. It slides back in easily with another wet noise, and you moan, smiling with delight. “Mm, fuck this pussy, baby, c’mon.”

“I- fuck, okay,” He keens, nodding. His teeth bite into his lower lip almost painfully, and you kiss his neck while he starts to fuck into you again. With a quick reposition you let your thighs fall apart and further back, and his cock starts to hit your g-spot incessantly. He pulls away from you, head lolling into your neck. His breaths fan over your skin, hot and heavy. “You’re so wet, why are you- how are you so wet, baby? This pussy, fucking- I’m gonna cum. I’m so close, I’m so close, please-“

The shred of logic has left your brain. His cock feels so good, thick and pressing inside of you. You have to let him do it. “Baby. Baby, do y’wanna- I’m on the pill, baby,” You say, breathless. His pace stops, hips halting, and he makes a confused noise. “Cum inside. Creampie this hole, Sungie, I know you want to.”

“Oh my fucking- baby? My baby, can I?” He wails, head pulling up to look at you. You catch sight of tears brewing in his eyes, glassy and unshed. “Baby, please, I’m gonna cum, please, where-? Baby?”

“Inside of me, Sungie,” You wrap your legs around him, pulling him inside of you, deep. You know he could get out of it if he wanted to, but he doesn’t, hips starting to pick up inside of you again. It’s fast, desperate and he keens, nodding. “You gonna fill me up, yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-yeah, yes, oh- I’m gonna fill you up,” Jisung’s words are slurred, quiet, and you let him fuck into you over and over. With a sharp noise, his hips slow once more, and you feel a rush of additional wetness inside of you. It’s warm, and you run your fingers through his hair while he fucks his cum inside of you. “Fuck. Baby, you’re so good to me, so good. Lettin’ me breed your cunt, and- and- oh. I’m still-“

He’s still cumming. It floods out of his cock and into your pussy steadily, and you giggle, feeling sated. Your delighted state of mind only lasts a second, because he pulls out sharply and wiggles down on the bed, attaching his mouth to your cunt. He’s eating his own cum out of you.

“Oh! Oh, Jisung, you’re- you’re dirty, Sungie, ah-“ You whine, fingers moving to his hair again. He licks you over and over until you’re wailing with it, your own tears brimming in your eyes from the overstimulation. Your hole feels stretched, a feeling you’re sure you could get used to, and you shake through a second orgasm.

Jisung’s quick to lean over you again, and then his thumb moves to your chin. He opens your mouth firmly, spitting your combined release into your mouth, and you moan, letting him press his tongue between your lips afterwards.

It’s messy and you let him kiss you for a bit, slow, languid, passionate kisses that have your core almost throbbing for more, if you weren’t so satisfied. Jisung’s soft cock presses against your tummy, wet with your combined arousal, and then he flops down next to you with a huff.

“God, I could go again,” He admits, hand running through his sweat mussed hair. When you turn to him, he’s grinning from ear to ear, and you giggle. He looks at you with a satisfied expression. “You’re the best. That was literally like, the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Even more than when I win some fight against an alien, or something.”

“Alien?” You ask, and then you remember. “Oh, yeah. Kinda forgot about that.”

“You forgot about me saving your life?!” He shrieks, thrashing around on the bed in a tantrum. “Seriously, if I wasn’t in love with you I would- ah. Oh.”

You blanch, blinking at him. It’s easy to ignore that you’re both naked when he’s just dropped a bombshell on you like that, and you let out a giggle. “That was sweet. I’m in love with you too, for the record.”

You’re attacked in a flurry of kisses, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re sure Han Jisung intrigues you just as much as his superhero alterego does, so it’s easy to accept.

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