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— Desperate Much? | ft. Jisung

In which Jisung’s a bit cringe and pathetic. And you’re a little high, but nonetheless into it.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing; Han Jisung x Reader

— Author’s Note; A present for @hyunsvngs! Not the original present I wanted to write for her but still a present nonetheless! I hope u enjoy our favorite munch!!! <333

— Warnings; f2l trope, drug use (weed), alcohol use, college au, pwp pretty much, some feelings!, bisexual themes, jisung is a munch, banter, dirty talk, ugh… wet n messy, pathetic boys deserve so much pussy, oral sex (f! rec), full sex happens off screen, confessions (kinda), and maybe some shit that i’ve missed lol.

You’re zoning out in the middle of Jisung’s bed when he interrupts your silence with a loud groan. It startles you slightly, making you turn wild eyes over to the boy in question. He’s lying on his back beside you, arm thrown over his eyes in anguish, You’re not sure what his problem is but you don’t have to ask; Jisung has no problem blurting it out. 

“I need to give head, like, yesterday,” he laments, pouting heavily. “God, what I wouldn’t do to feel someone’s fat clit on my tongue right now. Feral for it, honestly.”

Meanwhile, your clit is starting to pulse behind several layers of clothing. The buzz you’re feeling isn’t helping, effects of weed and alcohol doing nothing other than making you hornier and hornier by the minute. Jisung’s running mouth may have flipped your focus, but the intense horny ache that comes out of nowhere every time you smoke isn’t new. Nonetheless, you settle on trying to ignore your best friend, scrolling through your contacts instead. You’re searching mindlessly for someone to text that might be able to come and give you and your pussy some attention. Unfortunately, it’s mostly ineffective because Jisung just keeps rambling on, whining about how if he doesn’t get to eat some pussy soon, he will absolutely wither away.

“Wait,” he pauses, face scrunched like he’s in the middle of some profound epiphany. “You have a clitoris.”

You choke, dropping your phone. It narrowly misses falling on your face and instead lands screen-down on your chest. “Uh, yeah? Girl. Clitoris. We were in the same sex ed course.”

“S’probably fat too,” he mumbles, ignoring you and sounding incredibly cringe while he’s at it. 

You fake gag. “That is none of your business.”

“Could be,” he shrugs, rolling over onto his tummy. The movement brings him closer, his arm brushing against yours, and you think your heart stutters in your chest. Normally something as small as that wouldn’t be so impactful, but you suppose the aforementioned substance intake might be the cause for that. 

“Aren’t you, like, goin’ through a dry spell right now or somethin’ too?”

“No,” you answer honestly, not sure why you haven’t shut him down yet. “I literally got fucked last week.”

“Oh yeah,” he drawls, socked feet swinging in the air as he nods. “You said he didn’t make you come though.”

“No,” you sigh, lowkey wishing you had kept your mouth shut. “He didn’t.”

“I could,” he says, calm and collected like he’s talking about the weather and not the possibility of getting your clit in his mouth. “‘M really good at it.”

You know. You’ve known Jisung all your life and the two of you have literally been inseparable since diapers. You were there when he went from nerdy and awkward to some weird version of attractive that is still nerdy and awkward, but also really fucking hot. Plus, girls on campus talk; the boys talk, too. It’s not hard to know what they say about Jisung. You can’t say you’ve never thought of him that way because that would be a lie; you’re only human and you have eyes. However, despite hearing about Jisung’s oral fixation and its medal earning techniques, pursuing him in any fashion has never been more than a fleeting thought. Until now. 

 “Friends don’t fuck their friends, Jisung.”

“Who said anything about fuckin’?” he asks, puffing his cheeks out like a squirrel. “‘M not lookin’ to get my dick wet! Except like, you’re really hot so I definitely wouldn’t say no, but I’m really just trying to eat some pussy. Please?”

The way he says it, nonchalant and mundane, does leave you reeling. Your intoxicated brain and throbbing clit tell you to pedal to the medal, pass go and collect two hundred dollars. What’s a little head between friends, anyway? It’s not like you have to touch him, you don’t have to let Jisung fuck you. He’s just asking for a taste of your pussy, just a little feel of your soft cunt on his lips; nothing too crazy, right? The rational part of your brain, which is – admittedly – a very tiny portion, is telling you to pump the brakes before you end up in a fender-bender collision of misplaced feelings and friendship. 

“C’mon,” he begs, big, brown eyes going wet. His bottom lip pokes out, looking oh, so plump and inviting. You watch with rapt attention as his little, pink tongue licks over it. He’s shameless, pulling out all the stops when he leans over to plant his face on your chest. 

“I know you want to! Look at this face; I’m so cute,” he whines, “Wouldn’t I be even cuter if I was making you come on it?”

You blink once, twice, three times.

“Please, please, please. Help me out here, bestie!”

You’re wet. Ridiculously so and ashamed that Jisung hasn’t even done anything beyond whining about how your cunt isn’t in his mouth yet. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It should be pathetic. It is pathetic! Your cunt drools in your sweats anyways, soaking through your cotton panties and wetting your thighs. You’re ashamed that you’re wet over your best friend sounding like some pathetic virgin. It’s hot, though. Between Jisung’s whimpery voice and baby face, you’re not sure you have it in you to decline. In fact, you know you don’t. 

“Fine,” you groan, like it’s such a huge feat to let a gorgeous boy lick your pussy. Well, maybe it is when said boy is your best mate. “Please stop looking at me with those big fucking eyes of yours before I end up letting you get away with murder.”

He snorts in response. completely unattractive though your desire remains strong. He moves over you, pushing your legs to bend at the knee as he settles in front of you, sprung into action. Your own sock-clad feet rest on his thighs, toes curling into his joggers. 

“You’re g’na to let me murder your pussy,” he slurs with a childish giddiness, much like a kid on Christmas. He’s reaching for the waistband of your sweats immediately, not even bothering to ask you for permission. “God, I bet you taste so good.”

“Kind of tart,” you blurt, lifting your hips as he tugs. “Tangy? I guess.”

He pauses, gripping your sweats as they droop around your ankles. His pupils are so wide not that  his eyes look black, molten pools of heat that singe you at the nerves. 

“Fuck, you —,” he gulps, tossing his head back for a brief second. “Tasting yourself?!”

“Mhm,” you’re shy under his gaze, crossing your ankles once he gets your pants off. “Is that weird? I was just curious.”

“W-Weird?! No, that’s— that’s so hot,” he mumbles, licking his own lips. If you moved your feet up and inward, you’d feel how hard he is. Hard and leaking over a pussy he hasn’t even seen yet. 

“You’re so hot,” Jisung whines, hands fumbling for your panties this time. Only then does he notice how wet it is between your legs. “Goddamn. Knew I should’ve thought of this sooner.”

You’re not able to unpack that statement, not that you’d want to while you’re high anyway. Besides, you’re more concerned with the way Jisung’s hands are parting your thighs, palms adding pressure to the backs of them so you can’t close them and block his line of sight. He’s totally focused on your naked cunt, like tunnel vision, caught up in a hunger so visceral that it feels like being swept away in the undertow of a powerful wave. Slick clings to your labia and thighs, glistening and taunting him to have a taste. Embarrassingly, and in a matter of nanoseconds, Jisung’s pressed belly down on the mattress, nose buried in the junction of your thigh and groin as he inhales deeply. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, something wetting your skin as he speaks, “I’m drooling.”

“O-Oh,” you choke, cunt clenching around nothing, slick leaking out of your hole with the admission. “Jisung.”

“Smells s’damn good,” he slurs more, kissing at your arousal dampened thighs. You can hear his lips smack together in an attempt to really taste you on his tongue, but he doesn’t move to lick you for real. “I’m probably g’na come in my pants.”

He says it to himself, a bit quieter than he would if he was speaking directly to you, but you hear him anyway. You can’t help the way your breath stutters, catching in your chest at the visual that fills your mind. You think about maybe being able to return the favor, wonder if his cockhead is as leaky as your hole is. Would he taste as good as you think? 

He doesn’t let you fantasize for too long, drawing all your focus when he drops one of your thighs to hook his arm over it instead, hand resting over the soft skin of your belly and petting it gently. He kisses directly over your slit at the same time, trailing along the length of it eagerly. That lasts a few moments before the hand on your belly is reaching just a bit further, long fingers spreading the lips of your cunt just enough to reveal the one thing Jisung’s been after since the beginning. Just behind your labia, a little below the apex and tucked in the center lies your pudgy, swollen clit, just begging to be kissed and sucked on. 

“Holy shit,” he rumbles, dazed and hornier than he can recall ever being before. 

“Well don’t just stare at it!” you whine, belly clenching. “Do something, Sung. Please.”

“Am,” he assures you, speaking in fragmented sentences. “G’na suck it,” he sighs, lashes fluttering as his mouth inches closer.  “G’na suck this pussy so good.”

Time feels like it stops with the first touch of his tongue.  It’s wet, soaked in his spit as he drags it flat up the center of you. You’re too busy staring at the ceiling with heavy, pinched breaths so you don’t see his eyes rolling back in his head as he does it. You fight the rolling of your own as Jisung does it again, this time dragging his nose and his tongue through your folds. It feels so good that you can feel yourself melting into his sheets, arms eagerly hooking beneath your own knees to keep yourself open for him. 

“Hah,” you moan, nails digging into your own flesh. “Oh my God.”

“Mm,” Jisung hums, mouth full of pussy. His lips smack against your flesh as he licks his fill, savoring the taste of you. “S’good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, tossing your head from side to side. Your thighs are quivering already and he’s barely done anything. “Mouth so— Oh, fuuuuck!”

You’re caught off guard by the near sudden suckling, realizing that your best friend has chosen to slurp your clit right into his warm, little mouth. And God, is it warm. Wet as hell, too. All that heat, wetness, and suction surrounding your swollen nub as Jisung’s mouth pulls at it gently. You swear you have to be dreaming, legs kicking slightly. No fucking way this is real. Despite how good those gentle suckles feel, nothing compares to the added flick of a sure tongue. When Jisung combines the two, coaxing your clit out from under the engorged hood, you feel yourself go cross eyed from how wrecked you feel under his ministrations. 

“Ji, Ji,” you pant, clit pulsing against his tongue, “Oh, your mouth,” you laugh, delirious with it. “So good, Jisung. Sooo good on my pussy.” 

“Yeah,” he pants, kissing your puffy clit while slipping lower. “Told you,” he mumbles, sliding his tongue into your entrance and still trying to talk, “Know how t’eat  pussy good.”

It’s inside you. His whole tongue. Wet and scratchy and shoved into your cunt so he can lick your taste out from the source. You can’t believe your luck, can’t believe how getting crossfaded while watching The X-Files turned into you getting the life sucked out of you through your pussy. You’re definitely not complaining though, not when you clamp down around said tongue and all you can hear is Jisung’s deep, broken moans; not when all you can feel are his soft cheeks against you and wet, devious mouth working you into a frenzy. He doesn’t even need to add fingers to make you say you’re going to come. 

“I’m gonna come,” you say sharply, trying to stay still. 

“Do it,” Jisung encourages, slurping at your labia. The skin stretches with his actions, bouncing back when its released. “Come on my face.”

“Oh, don’t,” you slur, twitching and reaching for something to hold onto and finding purchase in his hair. “Don’t fuckin’ say that.” 

Jisung can only grin evilly. 

“C’mon,” he teases, sucking your clit back into his mouth, rutting his hips against the mattress. “Use my mouth ‘n come.”

You are helpless to try, a slave to your own pleasure. Jisung’s words ring in your skull as you hold him still, rolling your hips and dragging your clit up and down the expanse of his tongue. He’s so good for you, letting you take control, moaning and groaning like he’s the one receiving the top-tier head of the century. In the end, yes — Jisung’s mouth is a force to be reckoned with, but it's the sight of those big, hershey kiss eyes looking at you reverently that does you in. They’re so big, brown and wet, adoration and lust swimming in them, that you can’t help but shake apart. Jisung groans heartily as your hands twist in his hair, tugging as you come, spilling warm and tangy all over his tongue. 

He licks until you’re kicking at him, trying to pull your clit away from his greedy mouth. When you look at him, his face is drenched in your cum from the apples of his cheeks to the lines of his jaw. You feel like your soul has left your body, but you’re still buzzing with want. Something lurking in your veins that you don’t have the higher function to dissect right now. 

“I—,” you pant, watching him lick the remnants of you from his face. A small grin graces your lips and you shake your head in disbelief.  “What the actual fuck, Jisung?”

“It’s just head,” he shrugs, “Fuck, your pussy though,” he sighs fondly, adjusting his dick. “Ten out of ten would eat again.”

There’s a pause then, a stretch of minutes that feel like the slow turn of cogs in a machine. Still high but coming down quickly, the two of you are left staring at each other, assessing the scene. You, still clad in your t-shirt and socks, and Jisung, still completely dressed. On a curious whim, your eyes drop to the hard length between Jisung’s legs and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious if he can use it well, too. 

“So,” you drawl, meeting his gaze. “Still not trying to get your dick wet?”

His cock jumps, ready and eager. “Uh, no. I’m definitely trying. I’ve been trying to get you on it for years,” he admits. 

You laugh. Of course he would admit something so important in the cringiest way possible. 

“You’re pathetic,” you tell him, tapping his boner with your foot. His lashes flutter again and you choose to file that away for later. “I still want you inside me.” 

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

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— Desperate Much? | ft. Jisung

In which Jisung’s a bit cringe and pathetic. And you’re a little high, but nonetheless into it.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing; Han Jisung x Reader

— Author’s Note; A present for @hyunsvngs! Not the original present I wanted to write for her but still a present nonetheless! I hope u enjoy our favorite munch!!! <333

— Warnings; f2l trope, drug use (weed), alcohol use, college au, pwp pretty much, some feelings!, bisexual themes, jisung is a munch, banter, dirty talk, ugh… wet n messy, pathetic boys deserve so much pussy, oral sex (f! rec), full sex happens off screen, confessions (kinda), and maybe some shit that i’ve missed lol.

You’re zoning out in the middle of Jisung’s bed when he interrupts your silence with a loud groan. It startles you slightly, making you turn wild eyes over to the boy in question. He’s lying on his back beside you, arm thrown over his eyes in anguish, You’re not sure what his problem is but you don’t have to ask; Jisung has no problem blurting it out. 

“I need to give head, like, yesterday,” he laments, pouting heavily. “God, what I wouldn’t do to feel someone’s fat clit on my tongue right now. Feral for it, honestly.”

Meanwhile, your clit is starting to pulse behind several layers of clothing. The buzz you’re feeling isn’t helping, effects of weed and alcohol doing nothing other than making you hornier and hornier by the minute. Jisung’s running mouth may have flipped your focus, but the intense horny ache that comes out of nowhere every time you smoke isn’t new. Nonetheless, you settle on trying to ignore your best friend, scrolling through your contacts instead. You’re searching mindlessly for someone to text that might be able to come and give you and your pussy some attention. Unfortunately, it’s mostly ineffective because Jisung just keeps rambling on, whining about how if he doesn’t get to eat some pussy soon, he will absolutely wither away.

“Wait,” he pauses, face scrunched like he’s in the middle of some profound epiphany. “You have a clitoris.”

You choke, dropping your phone. It narrowly misses falling on your face and instead lands screen-down on your chest. “Uh, yeah? Girl. Clitoris. We were in the same sex ed course.”

“S’probably fat too,” he mumbles, ignoring you and sounding incredibly cringe while he’s at it. 

You fake gag. “That is none of your business.”

“Could be,” he shrugs, rolling over onto his tummy. The movement brings him closer, his arm brushing against yours, and you think your heart stutters in your chest. Normally something as small as that wouldn’t be so impactful, but you suppose the aforementioned substance intake might be the cause for that. 

“Aren’t you, like, goin’ through a dry spell right now or somethin’ too?”

“No,” you answer honestly, not sure why you haven’t shut him down yet. “I literally got fucked last week.”

“Oh yeah,” he drawls, socked feet swinging in the air as he nods. “You said he didn’t make you come though.”

“No,” you sigh, lowkey wishing you had kept your mouth shut. “He didn’t.”

“I could,” he says, calm and collected like he’s talking about the weather and not the possibility of getting your clit in his mouth. “‘M really good at it.”

You know. You’ve known Jisung all your life and the two of you have literally been inseparable since diapers. You were there when he went from nerdy and awkward to some weird version of attractive that is still nerdy and awkward, but also really fucking hot. Plus, girls on campus talk; the boys talk, too. It’s not hard to know what they say about Jisung. You can’t say you’ve never thought of him that way because that would be a lie; you’re only human and you have eyes. However, despite hearing about Jisung’s oral fixation and its medal earning techniques, pursuing him in any fashion has never been more than a fleeting thought. Until now. 

 “Friends don’t fuck their friends, Jisung.”

“Who said anything about fuckin’?” he asks, puffing his cheeks out like a squirrel. “‘M not lookin’ to get my dick wet! Except like, you’re really hot so I definitely wouldn’t say no, but I’m really just trying to eat some pussy. Please?”

The way he says it, nonchalant and mundane, does leave you reeling. Your intoxicated brain and throbbing clit tell you to pedal to the medal, pass go and collect two hundred dollars. What’s a little head between friends, anyway? It’s not like you have to touch him, you don’t have to let Jisung fuck you. He’s just asking for a taste of your pussy, just a little feel of your soft cunt on his lips; nothing too crazy, right? The rational part of your brain, which is – admittedly – a very tiny portion, is telling you to pump the brakes before you end up in a fender-bender collision of misplaced feelings and friendship. 

“C’mon,” he begs, big, brown eyes going wet. His bottom lip pokes out, looking oh, so plump and inviting. You watch with rapt attention as his little, pink tongue licks over it. He’s shameless, pulling out all the stops when he leans over to plant his face on your chest. 

“I know you want to! Look at this face; I’m so cute,” he whines, “Wouldn’t I be even cuter if I was making you come on it?”

You blink once, twice, three times.

“Please, please, please. Help me out here, bestie!”

You’re wet. Ridiculously so and ashamed that Jisung hasn’t even done anything beyond whining about how your cunt isn’t in his mouth yet. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It should be pathetic. It is pathetic! Your cunt drools in your sweats anyways, soaking through your cotton panties and wetting your thighs. You’re ashamed that you’re wet over your best friend sounding like some pathetic virgin. It’s hot, though. Between Jisung’s whimpery voice and baby face, you’re not sure you have it in you to decline. In fact, you know you don’t. 

“Fine,” you groan, like it’s such a huge feat to let a gorgeous boy lick your pussy. Well, maybe it is when said boy is your best mate. “Please stop looking at me with those big fucking eyes of yours before I end up letting you get away with murder.”

He snorts in response. completely unattractive though your desire remains strong. He moves over you, pushing your legs to bend at the knee as he settles in front of you, sprung into action. Your own sock-clad feet rest on his thighs, toes curling into his joggers. 

“You’re g’na to let me murder your pussy,” he slurs with a childish giddiness, much like a kid on Christmas. He’s reaching for the waistband of your sweats immediately, not even bothering to ask you for permission. “God, I bet you taste so good.”

“Kind of tart,” you blurt, lifting your hips as he tugs. “Tangy? I guess.”

He pauses, gripping your sweats as they droop around your ankles. His pupils are so wide not that  his eyes look black, molten pools of heat that singe you at the nerves. 

“Fuck, you —,” he gulps, tossing his head back for a brief second. “Tasting yourself?!”

“Mhm,” you’re shy under his gaze, crossing your ankles once he gets your pants off. “Is that weird? I was just curious.”

“W-Weird?! No, that’s— that’s so hot,” he mumbles, licking his own lips. If you moved your feet up and inward, you’d feel how hard he is. Hard and leaking over a pussy he hasn’t even seen yet. 

“You’re so hot,” Jisung whines, hands fumbling for your panties this time. Only then does he notice how wet it is between your legs. “Goddamn. Knew I should’ve thought of this sooner.”

You’re not able to unpack that statement, not that you’d want to while you’re high anyway. Besides, you’re more concerned with the way Jisung’s hands are parting your thighs, palms adding pressure to the backs of them so you can’t close them and block his line of sight. He’s totally focused on your naked cunt, like tunnel vision, caught up in a hunger so visceral that it feels like being swept away in the undertow of a powerful wave. Slick clings to your labia and thighs, glistening and taunting him to have a taste. Embarrassingly, and in a matter of nanoseconds, Jisung’s pressed belly down on the mattress, nose buried in the junction of your thigh and groin as he inhales deeply. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, something wetting your skin as he speaks, “I’m drooling.”

“O-Oh,” you choke, cunt clenching around nothing, slick leaking out of your hole with the admission. “Jisung.”

“Smells s’damn good,” he slurs more, kissing at your arousal dampened thighs. You can hear his lips smack together in an attempt to really taste you on his tongue, but he doesn’t move to lick you for real. “I’m probably g’na come in my pants.”

He says it to himself, a bit quieter than he would if he was speaking directly to you, but you hear him anyway. You can’t help the way your breath stutters, catching in your chest at the visual that fills your mind. You think about maybe being able to return the favor, wonder if his cockhead is as leaky as your hole is. Would he taste as good as you think? 

He doesn’t let you fantasize for too long, drawing all your focus when he drops one of your thighs to hook his arm over it instead, hand resting over the soft skin of your belly and petting it gently. He kisses directly over your slit at the same time, trailing along the length of it eagerly. That lasts a few moments before the hand on your belly is reaching just a bit further, long fingers spreading the lips of your cunt just enough to reveal the one thing Jisung’s been after since the beginning. Just behind your labia, a little below the apex and tucked in the center lies your pudgy, swollen clit, just begging to be kissed and sucked on. 

“Holy shit,” he rumbles, dazed and hornier than he can recall ever being before. 

“Well don’t just stare at it!” you whine, belly clenching. “Do something, Sung. Please.”

“Am,” he assures you, speaking in fragmented sentences. “G’na suck it,” he sighs, lashes fluttering as his mouth inches closer.  “G’na suck this pussy so good.”

Time feels like it stops with the first touch of his tongue.  It’s wet, soaked in his spit as he drags it flat up the center of you. You’re too busy staring at the ceiling with heavy, pinched breaths so you don’t see his eyes rolling back in his head as he does it. You fight the rolling of your own as Jisung does it again, this time dragging his nose and his tongue through your folds. It feels so good that you can feel yourself melting into his sheets, arms eagerly hooking beneath your own knees to keep yourself open for him. 

“Hah,” you moan, nails digging into your own flesh. “Oh my God.”

“Mm,” Jisung hums, mouth full of pussy. His lips smack against your flesh as he licks his fill, savoring the taste of you. “S’good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, tossing your head from side to side. Your thighs are quivering already and he’s barely done anything. “Mouth so— Oh, fuuuuck!”

You’re caught off guard by the near sudden suckling, realizing that your best friend has chosen to slurp your clit right into his warm, little mouth. And God, is it warm. Wet as hell, too. All that heat, wetness, and suction surrounding your swollen nub as Jisung’s mouth pulls at it gently. You swear you have to be dreaming, legs kicking slightly. No fucking way this is real. Despite how good those gentle suckles feel, nothing compares to the added flick of a sure tongue. When Jisung combines the two, coaxing your clit out from under the engorged hood, you feel yourself go cross eyed from how wrecked you feel under his ministrations. 

“Ji, Ji,” you pant, clit pulsing against his tongue, “Oh, your mouth,” you laugh, delirious with it. “So good, Jisung. Sooo good on my pussy.” 

“Yeah,” he pants, kissing your puffy clit while slipping lower. “Told you,” he mumbles, sliding his tongue into your entrance and still trying to talk, “Know how t’eat  pussy good.”

It’s inside you. His whole tongue. Wet and scratchy and shoved into your cunt so he can lick your taste out from the source. You can’t believe your luck, can’t believe how getting crossfaded while watching The X-Files turned into you getting the life sucked out of you through your pussy. You’re definitely not complaining though, not when you clamp down around said tongue and all you can hear is Jisung’s deep, broken moans; not when all you can feel are his soft cheeks against you and wet, devious mouth working you into a frenzy. He doesn’t even need to add fingers to make you say you’re going to come. 

“I’m gonna come,” you say sharply, trying to stay still. 

“Do it,” Jisung encourages, slurping at your labia. The skin stretches with his actions, bouncing back when its released. “Come on my face.”

“Oh, don’t,” you slur, twitching and reaching for something to hold onto and finding purchase in his hair. “Don’t fuckin’ say that.” 

Jisung can only grin evilly. 

“C’mon,” he teases, sucking your clit back into his mouth, rutting his hips against the mattress. “Use my mouth ‘n come.”

You are helpless to try, a slave to your own pleasure. Jisung’s words ring in your skull as you hold him still, rolling your hips and dragging your clit up and down the expanse of his tongue. He’s so good for you, letting you take control, moaning and groaning like he’s the one receiving the top-tier head of the century. In the end, yes — Jisung’s mouth is a force to be reckoned with, but it's the sight of those big, hershey kiss eyes looking at you reverently that does you in. They’re so big, brown and wet, adoration and lust swimming in them, that you can’t help but shake apart. Jisung groans heartily as your hands twist in his hair, tugging as you come, spilling warm and tangy all over his tongue. 

He licks until you’re kicking at him, trying to pull your clit away from his greedy mouth. When you look at him, his face is drenched in your cum from the apples of his cheeks to the lines of his jaw. You feel like your soul has left your body, but you’re still buzzing with want. Something lurking in your veins that you don’t have the higher function to dissect right now. 

“I—,” you pant, watching him lick the remnants of you from his face. A small grin graces your lips and you shake your head in disbelief.  “What the actual fuck, Jisung?”

“It’s just head,” he shrugs, “Fuck, your pussy though,” he sighs fondly, adjusting his dick. “Ten out of ten would eat again.”

There’s a pause then, a stretch of minutes that feel like the slow turn of cogs in a machine. Still high but coming down quickly, the two of you are left staring at each other, assessing the scene. You, still clad in your t-shirt and socks, and Jisung, still completely dressed. On a curious whim, your eyes drop to the hard length between Jisung’s legs and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious if he can use it well, too. 

“So,” you drawl, meeting his gaze. “Still not trying to get your dick wet?”

His cock jumps, ready and eager. “Uh, no. I’m definitely trying. I’ve been trying to get you on it for years,” he admits. 

You laugh. Of course he would admit something so important in the cringiest way possible. 

“You’re pathetic,” you tell him, tapping his boner with your foot. His lashes flutter again and you choose to file that away for later. “I still want you inside me.” 

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

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So Blue | Han Jisung

•Synopsis: Who can you turn to in a dire situation if not your best friend? That's what Jisung thought when he texted you. Heart racing with fear that your best friend was hurt, you rush to his side. What you find however will change everything...

•Pairings: non idol Jisung x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, friends to lovers, strong language, mention of sexual enhancement drug, light anxiety, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating

an: photos of Han used in title graphic have been edited for entertainment purposes by me and are not real. no harm is intended in the edited pictures. also please do not take any enhancement meds without talking to a doctor for your own safety. i don't condone the behavior that's written.

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The house is quiet, way too quiet when you step inside. Knowing Chan, Changbin, and Jisung for years, you know it's never this quiet when they're around and it's unsettling... Shutting the door behind you and glancing around, you see nothing out of the ordinary. So far everything looks exactly the way you left it last night after the four of you hung out. Just as you're about to walk into the kitchen, you hear Jisung start calling your name from his bedroom. Your heart races with panic and you rush towards his room, dropping your bag on the floor along the way. All kinds of awful scenarios play in your mind and when you burst into his room you half expect to find him bloody or with a broken bone, not sitting on the edge of his bed in a white sleeveless shirt and black shorts, with his legs spread sporting a massive hard-on.

"Wait, why me?" you blurt out, when Jisung explains that he needs your help. Your cheeks heat up as you steal a quick glance at the unmistakable bulge in his shorts. There's a mix of embarrassment and unexpected arousal that floods through you, leaving you flustered.

You're shocked, jaw practically hitting the floor. Who knew he was so… big? After all these years of friendship, you never thought of him in any other way except as your weird and talented friend. But now, seeing him in this state… It's making you feel things you'd rather deny and your stomach is flipping like crazy. Every now and then you notice that his cock twitches underneath his shorts as if it's alive, pulsating and drawing your eyes down to it again despite how hard you try not to stare. Kind of hard when something that size is practically waving “Hello” at you.

"I- I can't tell the guys this. They'd clown me for life," Jisung stammers, fidgeting as he looks at you from across his messy room. Plastic water bottles scattered, tissues crumpled on the floor—yeah, it's pretty clear what he's been up to before you got here.

"Well, what do you expect me to do, Han Jisung?" you retort, emphasizing his full name for dramatic effect.

"I don't know," he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders. "It's been hours. I can't even leave my room. It hurts, y/n."

When he grabs at the stiffness beneath his cotton shorts and lets out a low groan, you stop breathing. Why does this have to turn me on? He's my best friend! You mentally scold yourself, tearing your gaze away. Shit, it's hot in here. Your body feels too hot all over. It's like standing too close to a blazing fire, the heat making you squirm uncomfortably.

"Ji... we need to get you to the hospital," you say, avoiding his gaze. "You've seen those commercials."

"Please, no! I can't let anyone see me. Did you forget, your bestie Annie, who also happens to be Chan's girl, works there. If she sees me, it's game over. She'll tell him." Jisung pleads, hands clasped together, desperation evident in his wide brown eyes. Those puppy dog eyes of his always get to you.

"Dude, what were you even thinking, taking Love?" you groan, plopping down on the cozy carpet with a heavy thud, completely confused by your friend's decision to take an enhancement pill.

You remember seeing those late-night infomercials a couple of years back, pushing that blue heart-shaped pill. They call it 'Love' because of the 'L0-V3' stamped on it. Basically it's like Viagra, but it's mixed with a very low dose of THC. They advertise that it does more than just keep things up. 'Guaranteed to give you the ultimate pleasure,' they say.

Jisung shrugs, watching you with a miserable expression. “I was curious if it would make masturbating feel different, better maybe? I mean it did the first 6 times. Wah! The orgasms were fucking mind blowing y/n.” He smiles and chuckles.

"Ji, oh my god! Ugh, have mercy on my ears bro." Both of you burst into laughter, but then you notice Ji wincing in pain. Your mood quickly shifts from playful to genuine concern.

"It hurts that much?" you ask, feeling awful that he's so uncomfortable.

He nods weakly, “It's not even just my dick but my balls feel so fuckin’ heavy. Like they're literally going to rip from my body.”

You cringe inwardly, fingers pressing into your ears as he launches into yet another one of his oversharing moments. His lack of filter has always been a trademark of his, but that's just Jisung being Jisung. After being friends since grade five, it's like he's incapable of holding back anything with you. You remember the day he lost his virginity, he texted you literally right after. His excitement was evident even through the phone. As a joke you got him a cake in the shape of the letter ‘V’. That was in highschool and his habit of sharing way too much is still going strong in your twenties. Only difference is this time his oversharing is doing things to you.

The dampness between your thighs, well, that's just gotta be a coincidence, right? I mean, it's not like the sight of your long time buddy sporting a hard-on is doing anything for you. It's more than likely just the frustration of being on a three-year dry spell. Yeah, that's gotta be it. It's definitely because you haven't been fucked in a long time and not Jisung himself. You give your head a shake, dropping your hands from your ears with a wry smirk.

"Ji, we've really gotta do something… before it gets worse. You don't want it to fall off." You tell him jokingly, trying to keep the mood light but you're feeling worried all over again.

"Yeah, yeah I know. You're right, but what are we supposed to do? I've tried everything, even beatin' it 11 times, and still no luck.” He says, sounding so casual about his masturbatory activities.

You let out an embarrassed groan and fall back dramatically onto the floor, while Jisung lets out a pitiful whine. You grab your phone and start searching for home remedies but after an hour of scrolling, you're still at square one. Not a single remedy seems feasible. Leeches? Nah, no way. As if either of you would go near those slimy things. And some tea from a self-proclaimed witch sounds sketchy as hell. Plus, she's halfway across the globe. It would take forever to get here, if it even would. Jisung hasn't had any luck either. Every twenty minutes You hear him curse under his breath and run his hands through his hair. You two are running out of options, and as time passes, you start to feel more and more useless.

"Y/n," Jisung whispers your name after another forty minutes of searching, his voice hesitant.

You look up at him, doe eyed and innocently chewing your lip. “Hm? What's up, Hannie? Did you find something?” With a strained grunt he nods in response looking at you intensely.

“Fuck, shit.” He mutters under his breath, almost like he's talking to himself. “My dick... It won't go down without…”

“Ji what is it? You're freaking me out. Without what?” You scramble up onto your knees and crawl over to the bed, inching closer to him, eyes full of concern.

Jisung looks like he's in absolute agony watching you crawl over to him. His emotions are all over the place, you can practically feel the tension radiating off of him when you reach the bed. His eyes are like flames, burning far too hot when he looks at you. You can see the struggle written all over his face like he's fighting with himself.

“Y/n, you're making it harder,” Jisung breathes out, his voice husky and balling his hands into fists as he tries to keep his composure.

You sit beside him scrunching up your face and like the good friend that you are, you place a comforting hand on his knee. Jisung's breath catches in his throat and a flush creeps up his neck when you touch him making him suddenly feel lightheaded.

"What do you mean 'making it harder'? I'm here trying to help you, remember?” You say, your voice soft and tinged with hurt. The pain in your voice and eyes catches him off guard. He's stammering, suddenly aware of how his words might've come out wrong.

He didn't mean for it to sound bad. You're the last person he'd ever want to hurt. But today, everything you do just seems to set him off. He's been trying so damn hard to push his feelings aside. But it's like having you in his room, despite you being here a million times before, it's messing with his head. He can't think straight. You've always been stunning to him, and yeah, maybe he's entertained some inappropriate thoughts about you in the past, but that was only once. Maybe it's the pill messing with his head but you’re making it impossible for him to focus on anything but you.

“N- no I mean, I’m grateful you're here, really love. You're the only one who can help me. I just mean… you're making it harder. Ya know?” He stammers, licking his lips nervously. He nods down once looking down at his lap before back at you and bites his lip feeling embarrassed. Your eyes flick down to his shorts and go wide when you understand.

"What? How?!" You glance down at your outfit. His black hoodie with the paint splatters that you borrowed a few days ago, paired with simple black leggings. Nothing revealing, yet you're somehow making his cock even harder than it already was.

"You're over there moaning and then you start crawling towards me on all fours. I mean, come on, how could anyone not get turned on by that? Shit!" He chuckles nervously, feeling his heart racing. He hides his face in his hands, laughing, and murmurs something when you giggle.

"You're such a perv, Ji." You tease, still chuckling as you playfully pry his hands away from his face. "Now try that again. I'm not fluent in mumbles, sorry.”

“I said… I just read that it won't go down without intercourse. Bro, I don't exactly have a girlfriend. I'm so fucked.” He sighs, sounding completely defeated.

Your smile falters when you see just how miserable he looks. It's been a while since he was last in a relationship, that was true. Probably a little longer than you, about four years now. His last one ended when she demanded he choose between you and her. She couldn't stand the fact that you would spend the night in the spare bedroom where Jisung, Chan, and Changbin recorded their music, dreaming of making it big someday. Jisung ended things with her on the spot; he wouldn't be with someone who couldn't accept his friends. Apparently she had issues with Minho too, which was probably what really did it for him. But somehow, you can't shake off the feeling that their breakup was somehow your fault, that his single status is on your shoulders.

“I'm sorry Hannie. We'll um, we can figure something out.” You reassure him, innocently rubbing his knee.

Without thinking much, your fingers gently glide over his skin comfortingly, feeling the tenseness in his muscles. He's so stressed. It breaks your heart seeing him like this. You don't know what to do right now other than offer him comfort. There are no answers or solutions that you can think of to give him. All you can do is show him that you're in it together as always. You start rambling on about how you two are both probably freaking out for no reason and that everything will be fine soon. But as your fingers continue to move in innocent slow circles, Jisung starts shifting. It goes unnoticeable by you so you keep talking. It's all nonsense really, delving into something completely random and off topic in an attempt to distract him from the issue at hand, only Jisung isn't processing a single word you've said. He's far too focused on your hand.

The moment your hand landed on his knee he prayed you wouldn't move it, he prayed you would. He tried so hard to focus on anything other than the heat and softness of your hand on his bare skin. It's too much though and his mind starts to quickly wander. He freezes and tries to focus on your voice but it's impossible. Jisung can't stop the thoughts that his mind creates or the images that begin to come into focus. He's imagining your hand sliding up his thigh until it's slipping under his shorts. He can almost feel it happening, his sudden daydream becoming so vivid. In his mind's eye he can see you take him into your hands, feel you stroking him until he's a mess and spilling all over your fingers. He's fighting his demons and you're oblivious to it all. You just continue to talk all while the sensation of your hand is driving him up the wall. He can feel the sudden familiar tightening in his balls and he panics. He can't get control of his body, not with the drug still in his system.

His hand quickly comes down covering yours, stopping the gentle caress to his knee. His intense brown eyes look darker when they stare into yours. His lips slightly part and his breath starts coming out in uneven quiet bursts. The warmth of his hand seems to grow hotter, becoming slightly sweaty against yours and your heart starts pounding in your chest. You feel the subtle shift in his body beneath your touch and his legs tense up as he lets out a soft, involuntary grunt. Jisung's gaze burns into yours with an undeniable intensity that makes air feel thick and your cunt slick.

Is he about to?

You glance down at his shorts and his cock pulsates underneath. You stop breathing when realization hits you. He’s going to cum, right here, right now, all while holding your hand and looking at you. He's leaking so much precum it's noticeable even in the black fabric. A wicked scene flashes through your mind, of you sinking to your knees to taste him, taking his fully clothed cock into your mouth.

"Ah, shit! Mm!" Jisung's moans slip out and his breathing escalates as he starts to tremble all over. "Y/n," he pants out. Your name rolling off his tongue, making your whole body flush as his orgasm quickly builds, like you're the cause of it. "I... oh, shit. I'm... sorry, fuck. I can't... Help it. I'm cumming. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!”

His grip on your hand tightens and he takes a deep breath before letting out a long low moan. You're left speechless, eyes fixed on Jisung's face as he cums in his pants. His hips move instinctively upwards, as if he's fucking some unseen entity and you can't help but find it incredibly hot. It's possibly the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed and now you're more turned on than you were to before.

His orgasm hits him hard, and you can feel his muscles tighten when he lets go. Warmth spreads through your body and it's impossible not to miss the way his release seeps through his dark shorts. The fabric quickly becomes wetter as his seed flows out in thick, white strings. His cock, still concealed and hard beneath the dampness, slows its wild twitching and stills.

“God, I'm sorry y/n. I don't know what came over me. Your hand... It felt incredible and it just happened. It was like the pill ramped up the feeling.” He apologizes, letting go of your hand. His heavy breathing slows and cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and shame.

“It's ok Ji, I understand. You don't have to apologize. I wasn't thinking. I'll uh, get you a change of shorts.” You start to get up and head towards his dresser but he catches your wrist. He looks up at you with those brown sugar boba eyes of his making you shift.

“Tell me what you're thinking, y/n. Please? I'm going crazy thinking I'm weirding you out. Be honest with me please, lovely. Please?” He pleads with you.

You sigh and sit back down beside him and almost moan when the seam of your leggings rub against you. Seeing Jisung cum right in front of you, has your body feeling ultra sensitive. You're so on edge as if you've taken an enhancement pill yourself.

"I'm not weirded out, trust me," You confess, your voice low and filled with something more that you try to hide from him and yourself.

"Then how do you feel? You've gone quiet on me." Jisung probes, daring you to reveal your feelings.

“I feel fine Ji.” You say and look at his closet door. It's wide open and his clothes are all over the place inside like a tornado went through it.

“Bullshit y/n. I can tell when you're lying. You never look at me when you lie.”

Sighing you look him in the eyes and your mouth suddenly goes dry. He's not going to let this go until you fess up to him. He'll drill you with questions until you crack and that will probably make things more awkward than it already is. You don't really have a choice but to be transparent with him like you normally are.

“I'm,” You start, only for your words to trail off into a mumble.

“What was it you said earlier y/n? I'm not fluent in mumble?" He smirks, feeling so damn proud of himself and you roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine. Fine, okay. I'm… horny. There, satisfied?” You admit red in the face. You look away fiddling with the sleeve of Jisung's hoodie.

"What else?" His voice, steady and resolute.

Your head spins back to him, caught off guard. "What else?" you echo loudly in shock. "Isn't all that enough?" He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he knows something you don't.

"Nah, not when I can feel you holding back," Jisung teases, leaning closer. "We're always so open with each other, but right now, there's something you're not saying."

“I…” You let out a defeated and frustrated sigh. “You turned me on.” You whisper. “The sight of you cumming. The look on your face, that fucking moan, Jisung. The way your cock bobbed from inside your shorts when you… damn it. It fucking made me wet. I've been wet since I walked in here!” You're practically yelling now, breathing heavily after releasing all your pent up feelings and he just smiles and chuckles.

“That wasn't so hard was it?

“Yes,” You say with a huff. “Yes, that actually was pretty damn hard.” You go to cover your face but he stops you.

“Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I think that's a normal reaction. Sorta like watching porn.” He replies, chuckling.

“I suppose… but it doesn't really help your situation though.” You say feeling mortified.

The room goes quiet for a minute, the pair of you at a loss for words until Jisung breaks the silence.

“Maybe it can?”

You give him a look, raising an eyebrow in his direction. His cheeks flush and he raises his hands in a surrender gesture, palms facing outward, “Hear me out. It doesn't have to be weird. We'd just be helping each other out. You wouldn't be horny anymore and I wouldn't be hard and in pain. You're my only hope.”

“Are you suggesting that you and I… fuck?” You ask gesturing between you both. He groans in half pain, half pleasure at your words and your face heats again matching the blush on his cheeks.

“Please? Please let me fuck you y/n. Shit I know we're friends, it won't mean anything. You'd be literally saving my life. It's torture being like this. Every twitch, every movement I make… it fucking hurts like hell.” He begs, sounding desperate.

Jisung's question hangs in the air and you find yourself unable to respond. Silence ticks on for only a few seconds but to Jisung it feels like an hour. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration and huffs.

"Fine, then," he grumbles, breaking the silence again. "Can you at least help me get into your car so we can go to the hospital then?" His voice is rough, but there's an underlying vulnerability to it.

Still you stay quiet, his pleas echoing loudly in your mind. He's begging for your help and you can't speak. You're torn between wanting to be there for him and the fear of the aftermath. It's never a good idea to sleep with a friend. God, how many times have there been movies portraying that, only for it to go wrong? Too many, that's the answer. You're already feeling things that you wish you weren't. This could ruin your friendship with Jisung. This isn't just a peck on the lips. You'll be far closer and far more intimate than you two have ever been. So your hesitation is valid but Jisung is losing his mind and panicking more than you are right now.

“What the fuck y/n? Are you really ignoring me right now? Look, I'm sorry I asked. Just forget it and hel-”

"Promise me," You cut him off, "Promise me that we'll pretend like it never happened."

"Absolutely, yes. I promise!" he agrees eagerly, his face lighting up as he reaches for the drawer in his bedside dresser.

Curious, you watch as he rummages through the drawer's content. "What are you up to now?" you ask, sounding amused despite the fact that the little voice in your head is screaming at you.

"Looking for a condom," he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes when he looks over at you.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Dude, even if you find one, it's probably expired or dried up. When was the last time you got some ass?"

"Oh yeah right, good point—wait! It hasn't been that long!" He whines.

Laughing, you playfully cover your mouth. "Uh huh, sure. Besides, you gave your last one to Chan a while ago, remember?"

“Shit, you're right. Now what?” He pouts looking disappointed.

“Just raw I guess. Don't really have a choice. We both know we're clean and I'm on the pill.” You shrug nonchalantly like the idea is whatever to you but your heart is beating a thousand beats per second and you're internally freaking out.

Jisung swallows hard, looking nervous in your direction. “You uh, you sure?”

“Yeah let's just do it before Bin and Chan get back. Shit would be really awkward if they caught us.” Your voice betrays your false confidence, shaking as nerves wrack your body.

“Yeah, good point” He replies with a nod, suddenly looking serious.

This is serious to him. This isn't exactly how he envisioned his weekend starting. Jisung's heart pounds hard, his palms sweating as he stares at you. Amidst the anxiety he's feeling about this, he's oddly happy. He feels lucky knowing you’re here willing to cross boundaries for him. Not everyone would do something like this for a friend, but you're different. You always have his back no matter what crazy mess Jisung finds himself in.

Despite the fucked-upness of it all, Jisung can't deny the excited flutter in his stomach. The thought of having sex with a friend is enough to give anyone major anxiety but he's surprised how well you both are dealing with it. Still, fear sits at the back of his mind. What if this changes everything? What if it ruins your friendship? This is a big deal. He's seen it play out in movies and dramas all the time and not once had it turned out well. He doesn't have a lot of options though. You're quite literally his only hope like he told you.

Jisung gets up carefully, giving you full access to his bed and watches you as you strip down to nothing. Embarrassment fills you as his mouth hangs open, in complete fascination and awe. He thinks you're unstoppable, the way you're confidently undressing like that. He doesn't know you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. His eyes find your breast and he mentally marvels over how hard your nipples are. He suddenly wants nothing more than to slip the peaks into his mouth and bite down on them until they're red and you're squirming under him. Your cunt calls to him like a siren, just as pretty and just as wet. His fingers itch to trace the contours of your body, to feel your skin beneath his touch. Every inch of you seems to call out to him.

Jisung shifts uncomfortably, clearing his throat as he glances towards the door. "Um, so about the lights... Do you have a preference?”

"You decide, Ji.” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, leaning back into his sheets on your forearms.

With a nod, he walks over to the door and locks it before reaching to switch off the light, enveloping the room in darkness. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. The sun had long since disappeared, hours slipping away unnoticed in trying to find a way to help your friend. A second later, the white walls covered in music memorabilia and anime posters, glow crimson from the light of the LED Akatsuki cloud lamp you gifted him for Christmas.

“There we go.” He says lightly, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart.

Jisung's trying his best to put you at ease, and you're grateful for it, even if it's not working. You're lying there, heart pounding like a drum, with the soft red glow of his bedroom casting shadows all around. Your breath hitches, nerves tingling as you steal a glance at him by the bedside. Your fingers toy with the sheets' edge and butterflies dance wildly in your stomach. This is risky, but you're only doing it to help him out, right? Nothing more. Yet, there's something brewing beneath the surface, something you're both feeling but haven't quite put into words or even thoughts. Not right now at least.

Jisung casually strips off his tank and tosses it onto his computer chair, standing over you. Even though you've seen him shirtless a million times, it feels different this time. Probably because the setting is more intimate. You can't help but admire the way his muscles are defined, how they seem to mold perfectly to his body. Every contour, every line, down to his slender waist, captivates you. Then, as he lowers his shorts, you find yourself holding your breath, unable to look away. He's got to be a good seven inches you think. Slightly curving upwards, angry and red with the veins ridiculously prominent. You don't even stop yourself from fantasizing about how he'd feel on your tongue. The temptation to reach out and touch him is almost overwhelming, but you hold back, afraid of what it might mean.

“Do you think you can take all of me y/n?” He asks curiously and you look up at him.

His features soften in the dim light. He looks so vulnerable, so unlike the confident guy you're used to seeing. It tugs at your heart, stirring up a mix of emotions you can't quite begin to untangle.

His question, It's not a cocky one. In fact he sounds a little bit self conscious, worried even. Like he's afraid of hurting you or causing you discomfort. As much as you try to not think of him as your best friend right now as a means of psyching yourself out, you can't. He's your sweet Hannie, he's the talented genius J.One, a rap name he created when he was 16. He's your Sungie, who sat with you when you were the new kid in middle school. He needs you… needs your help. What kind of friend would turn away from a friend in need?

"I can handle it, don't worry about me, Ji. Let's just get you back to normal, okay?" You reach out your hand towards him with a subtle tremble exposing your nervousness.

"Yeah, okay, lovely. Just... let me know if you want to stop, okay? Promise?” Jisung exhales, his breath jittery with nerves waiting for your response.

“I promise. Now just relax and fuck me.” You whisper.

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”

He moves closer to you, placing his hand in yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you. The worries and hesitations you had vanish, replaced by a strong need to take care of this for him, to ease his pain. You feel the heat emanating from his body as he positions himself between your legs, gazing down at you with wide eyes.

He chews on his bottom lip and wraps his hand around the base of his cock with a hiss. He's still sensitive from the pain and his recent orgasm but he lines himself up with the entrance to your core, noticing how your arousal glistens in the red lights.

“Do you normally get this wet y/n?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious tilting his head to one side.

You hide your face with your hands, inhaling deeply. It's like you're a virgin all over again and this is your first time. You're nervous out of your mind and he's asking you a question like that. He's just curious, sure, but... he's Jisung... Your pulse pounds in your ears, and you slowly lower your hands. His eyes meet yours, and you can see everything you're feeling reflected in them.

You swallow hard, “Honestly, no. I've never been this wet, Jisung. Not even for myself.” You tell him, keeping eye contact so he knows you aren't lying.

“Fuck, that's hot.” He whispers. His cock twitches and rubs along your folds. “Ah, shit.” He winces and moans at the contact, feeling his cock stiffen even more beyond his belief.

Your body jerks at the unexpected touch, causing you to inhale sharply. His fingers lightly graze the curve of your waist, as if he's afraid you might vanish at any moment. His eyes, intense and penetrating, hold yours captive and heat pools low in your belly. Jisung's touch sends a shiver all over your body when his fingertips slowly begin tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Suddenly it's hard to deny just how bad you want him.

“Han Jisung if you don't stop stalling and just fuck me, I'm getting dressed and calling Chan.” Your breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. That brush against you was too much and not enough. You want him. God, you want him so bad it's almost painful.

“Okay, okay sorry. I'm just nervous. Fuck, I feel like a virgin all over again.” He says voicing your earlier thoughts out loud, making you both laugh loudly.

It feels almost normal. Like you're not about to let sleep with your long time friend. Like he's just above you now because you were wrestling for the remote. But after the laughter subsides, Jisung gathers up his courage and pushes the tip of his cock inside you without any restrictions. You're so wet that he slides right in. You both let out a moan, the sound echoing off the walls of his room, enveloping you in an intimate bubble. In the dim light, the boundary between friendship and something more blurs, and you find yourself swept away by the growing need. Jisung can feel his heart beating harder in his chest as he loses himself to the sweet feeling of you around the tip of him. A growing need intensifies within him with every passing second. He's got just the head in and he wants to slam into and cum right now.

"More. Keep going," you whisper, your voice quiet and dripping with lust. He bites down hard and complies slightly hesitating. Slowly he pushes further inside of you.

Your fingers tremble as they brush against his arms as he steadily inch by inch presses forward getting deeper, drawing moans out of you that could be heard from Pluto. It takes all of Jisung's focus to slide his entire length into you. He didn't want to cum just from sticking the tip in. But with each thrust into your eager pussy, brings him closer to bursting inside you.

"Fuck.” He breathes out as he fully sinks into you, his hand laying over your stomach gently. With a soft sigh, he leans in, resting his other hand beside your head. You feel incredible and he's reminded of the only moment he fantasized about you. A distant memory flooding back, something he tried to push away ages ago.

You tagged along with him, Chan, and Binnie for a vacation to the beach one scorching summer. He couldn't help but notice the way you looked in that red bikini with the guitar pick pattern. The way it barely covered your tits and ass. The sight made him feel insane. He was thinking things about you that he hadn't ever before. He used the fact that he couldn't swim just to sit in the sand, secretly enjoying the sight of you splashing around in the water. Every splash, every droplet clinging to your skin, it was like a fantasy playing out before his eyes. He imagined plowing into you from behind in the shower, your breast pressed against the shower tiles as you took all of him. Every detail was vivid and intense in his mind. That night, while you peacefully slept beside him in the hotel room you shared, he couldn't shake the images from his mind. Unable to sleep due to the ache in his cock, he pumped himself into his fist while thoughts of you consumed his mind. Guilt filled him but he pushed it aside, chalking it up to normal hormonal desires. It had been years since he even had those thoughts, until now.

Now he's buried deep inside you, all because of a dumb decision to try those enhancement pills. All because he wanted a mind-blowing, toe curling, orgasm. But deep down, he's kinda grateful for messing up. With you beneath him, he can fuck you instead of his hand. It's been too long since he's fucked anyone. He wants to savor this moment, take his time feeling your walls flutter around him since this won't happen again. As the urge to cum fades, he eases out of you, leaving just the head of his cock inside and begins moving again, slowly, teasingly, watching your reaction with his mouth slightly agape. Slowly, he rocks in and out, feeling your tightness gripping him in a way he's never experienced before. It’s better than anything he's felt with his exes. He's in awe of how amazing you make him feel. With a forceful thrust, he drives himself deeper into you, pausing when you cry out in pleasure.

"Damn it, y/n, you feel amazing. Fuck, so good.” he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper. “Can I... Can I go faster? Please, tell me I can fuck you faster, baby. Let me make you feel even better." He begs, grunting softly and shifting his hips in a slow, teasing rhythm, forcing a needy whimper from you.

You bite your lip, a rush of pleasure flooding your body as you nod in response, too overwhelmed to speak. Your breath hitches, coming in rapid gasps, and your legs tremble around him.

“Thank you, fuck.” He withdraws with a sharp pull, then eases back in hard, making you cry out. “Stop me if I'm too rough, baby. You gotta tell me sweetie. Can you do that?”

You nod, but that's not quite what he wants. Jisung wants to hear you, no, needs to hear you. His hand moves, brushing against your skin until he finds your nipple, teasingly taking it between his fingers. Your breath catches as he pinches it gently and rolls it slowly between his thumb and index finger. He feels your body react, your walls tightening around him when you whimper softly.

"Oh!" You gasp, unable to control that blissful feeling of pleasure that runs through you. He does it again, a little harder this time. The corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky grin when you arch your back.

“Yes Ji! Fuck, I'll tell you.” Your eyes close and you grip the blankets on the bed in tight hands.

“Thank you y/n. God you're the fucking, mm! You're the best. Knew only you could help me. I knew you'd take care of me.” Jisung whispers, gripping the sheets by your head tight, his fingers curling around the fabric and sliding himself back into you. The bed creaks beneath you, echoing his movements as he fucks you harder. “Knew you'd make me feel good,” He murmurs, his voice thick with sex. "Tell me, y/n, does that feel good? Does my y/n feel good because of me? Tell me baby.”

Does he always talk like this with everyone he's been with before? You wonder and you realize he's way more experienced than you imagined. The thought makes you jealous but the feeling doesn't last. Each push of his cock inside of you pushes that green eyed demon out of your mind.

His voice, smooth like honey, drips with sweetness, coating you with each word he utters. The way he speaks to you only makes you wetter and you're craving him more. He's not holding back anymore, lost in the moment where all that matters is pleasure. Yours, his… you both need more. He's not waiting for a response; he knows you're speechless, your words stuck in your throat, your silence speaking volumes. With one hand supporting himself, he cups your breast, teasing and massaging the flesh, making you squirm under him before taking your nipple into his mouth. A low, guttural moan escapes him, reverberating through you body. You moan passionately, feeling the heat of his tongue against your skin. When he gently bites the hard peaks of your nipple your body arches into him and your left hand cradles his head.

Jisung inhales deeply, and your scent envelops him, drawing him in with its intoxicating allure. "Damn, you smell so good," Jisung murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips and his heart literally skips a beat in his chest.

He swore nothing would change, but his heart rebels against that weak promise. Every day, he'll crave you more. Every glance, every touch will only intensify the want for you. The need to have you will only grow stronger. Your hands are all over him now, leaving invisible imprints that seem to penetrate straight to his heart. He finds himself addicted to your nails grazing his skin, the way your fingers weave through his hair, pulling him in closer to you with each tug.

Feeling his body pressing against yours, every movement sends waves of pleasure through you. Your hips respond to him, moving in sync and the sensation of his cock against your sweet spot makes you gasp softly. With each grind, the warmth grows blazing inside you. Jisung pauses, his lips leaving your nipple, and gazes down at you, his tousled hair framing his face in a way that makes him look irresistible in this moment. There's a silent shift between you that makes it harder to breathe.

"Close, aren't you, y/n?" he pants, a teasing grin playing on his lips. Something inside you explodes and a surge of electricity courses through you. It's not just the impending climax that has your insides uncoiling; but from that look he gives you. It's overwhelming in the best way possible. You feel like you're free falling through the clouds.

"Almost, Ji. So close," You breathe out softly.

"Yeah, baby, me too," He murmurs, his words laced with urgency. “I need you to come first. I'm gonna pull out." You shake your head and cling to him tighter, not wanting him to stop.

"Cum inside me, Sungie. Just keep going. Harder, Ji. Right there. Fuck!" Your voice grows louder with each word.

"Are you sure, y/n?" he asks, and when you nod, he grins at you. "Gonna give you all of me, baby. Fill you up real good. Gonna make a mess." He trails off with a soft curse. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he adds, his voice becoming more raw, his desire evident in every breath. "You feel so good, y/n. So fucking good."

Jisung's hips buck wildly, thrusting faster and you scream his name, pleading with him to not stop, to not hold back, to fill you up. He's trembling, his breath coming out in ragged grunts as he pounds his cock into you, driving deeper with every thrust. Your body tenses up, and you manage to gasp out that you're about to cum just before it hits you like a tidal wave. And when it hits, fuck, it's like fireworks go off behind your eyelids. The most explosive sensation you've ever experienced.

“Gah, y/n! keep cumming, just like that. Y/n, you're gonna make me cum. So tight. Yeah, keep squeezing me with your pussy. I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming baby." He moans, his voice strained with pleasure.

You feel it deep when Jisung cums. It jets out in spurts forcefully, filling you and the sensation rips another unexpected orgasm from you. His thrusts slows to a gentle pace, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm until your muscles relax around him. With a shudder, he finally stills, collapsing onto you panting, his weight supported by his forearms. Cupping your face in his hand, he looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and longing in his eyes that makes you feel indescribable.

Your soft moans and the way you're clinging on to him, gives him a different sort of pleasure. Just knowing he's the one making you feel good, is a heady feeling, one that makes him want to hold onto this moment longer. But it's done and over now and he feels disappointed that such an amazing feeling, like being nestled inside of you, won't happen again.

Jisung's heart is pounding in his chest as he moves his face closer to you. His impulses taking over, "Can I kiss you?" he breathes out, voice shaky looking down at you.

You give a hesitant nod, feeling suddenly shy despite what just happened between you two, and he leans in to press his lips against yours. It's gentle, soft, sweeter than you expected. He doesn't use his tongue, unsure if you'd even want him to but he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you. The way you looked up at him, so pretty with those heavy lids and his cum dripping out of you… he just had to taste your lips, just once.

When he goes to pull away, you grab onto him, pulling him back and deepening the kiss. Your lips part, inviting him to explore you with his tongue, which he eagerly does. Your muscles tighten, and you realize his cock, which had been softening earlier, is now growing harder inside you. You gasp, intending to let him know it worked but before you can, he starts moving again and your gasp turns into moaning. There's no need for you two to keep having sex now that his erection can go away but you don't stop him. This time it's not just about relieving his pain or a means to an end, it's about something more. You both feel it, the change that he promised wouldn't happen, only you don't seem to care. No, you encourage Jisung to keep moving, to go deeper. You part your legs for him even more, letting him have all of you and surrender to the feelings pulsing through your body. It's all so new, these intense emotions you've developed for him.

Jisung's movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust unhurried. His cock slips out leisurely only to ease back in, a rhythm that makes you ache for more. More speed, more friction, more everything. You want to beg him to move faster, but the intensity of his stare leaves you feeling tongue-tied. In this moment, you're the epitome of beauty to him. Your unfocused gaze, your neediness, it's all so intoxicating, urging Jisung to continue his languid movements. He watches as your eyes struggle to focus, blinking several times before locking onto him once more and he loves it. It's as if each blink only deepens the desire he has for you.

He’s amazed that you're letting him continue to fuck you, even though there's no real reason to keep going. But damn, your body has him hooked already. You're spoiling him for any other girl he might end up with, unless... No, he won't let himself go there. He can't think of you as his, not after the promise he made. Still, he craves more of you in every possible way. Jisung's body trembles as he enters you, feeling your muscles tighten around him, and it brings a grin to his face knowing he can coax another orgasm out of you. He wonders how many can say they were able to make you cum multiple times. Did they take care of you like him? He thinks cockily. With a grunt that mingles with your soft moans, he thrusts harder, pushing deeper into you, feeling the tightness around his cock. It's a rhythm of in and out, urging his cock deeper, with nowhere to go.

Did any of your past hookups take their time like this? Fucking you nice and slow, or were they all just in it for a quick nut? Not Jisung, though. He could never, would never just fuck you for his own satisfaction. Your pleasure matters to him. It's what does it for him. He gets off on seeing you lose control because of him, on making you feel good. He doesn't even need to be buried deep inside your cunt to cum. He'd cum in his pants again fingering you or while you rode his face. Just the thought of you cumming on his face is enough to make him explode right now. The sounds you make, your touch, they're his undoing. That's why he came so hard earlier when all you did was caress his knee. He knows that now.

He's finding it impossible to hold back anymore, despite wanting you to cum first. He can't though, not when you gently place your hand on his cheek. That simple touch pushes him over the edge, and he pours himself into you with a raw moan, unable to control himself any longer. His legs shake, his toes curl, and he experiences an intense orgasm, far beyond what he had hoped the pill would give him. But it's not the pill—it's you. He knows it's you.

Watching Jisung cum inside you for the second time, you feel yourself reaching your own orgasm. With soft gasps, your cunt shudders around him. The look on Jisung's face when he cums is easily becoming addicting to you now. You could probably cum just by that look alone. It's like he's lost in the moment, completely taken over by pleasure. His face scrunches up, brows knitting together, round cheeks puffing out with each deep exhale.

You both lie there catching your breaths, quiet and completely still. His cock's still buried inside you, keeping you close. Your eyes lock, taking in every little detail of each other's faces while you both catch your breath. He could stay like this forever, your pussy snug around his cock, and he would've. Only if the sudden sound of the front door swinging open and Changbin shouting about pizza didn't burst that private bubble. It startles you both. So much so that Jisung jerks out of you with a loud pop and scrambling to his feet, making you squeal in surprise.

"Shit, do you think they heard that, Ji?" you whisper hastily pulling his sheets over your body. He shoots you a glance from across the room, a grin spreading across his face. He loves that post sex afterglow radiating from you. You've never looked hotter than you do right now, all sprawled out and naked in his bed.

“Nah, I think we're okay for now. They might just think we're taking a nap like we usually do after binge watching something.” He tells you. “We should probably get dressed in case though.” You nod and when you go to get out of the bed, he stops you. “Wait, lay back. It's my mess, let me clean it up. It's the least I can do for you.”

"Alright..." you murmur, settling back onto the bed with the blanket draped over your chest, your legs parting invitingly for Jisung. Your eyes drift to the ceiling, as you await his touch, but he hesitates. "Ji, what's—"

Your words catch in your throat as you feel the brush of his hair against your thighs and his mouth on you. "Oh, God, Ji. Fuck, that's not what I had in mind," You gasp out just as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He glances up at you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, his lips glistening with a mixture of your shared juices. "Do you want me to stop, baby? I've got the towel right here," he offers, his tone teasing.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, pleasure pooling low in your belly. "No, don't stop," you urge softly, your voice laced with need. "Keep going. Please.”

You collapse onto the bed, feeling his head sink between your thighs. His lips and teeth graze your inner thigh, and you bite the sheets that are tightly balled up in your hands, trying to stifle any noises that might alert Chan and Changbin. When Jisung plunges his hot tongue inside of you, eating his cum and yours from your cunt like it's a five star gourmet meal, you almost let out the most pornographic sounding moan from the twirling motion of his tongue. You grab a pillow with quick hands covering your mouth so that it muffles your moans and cries.

He makes quick work in giving you another orgasm with that wicked tongue of his. You would've gladly returned the favor too if he didn't already cum in the towel that was supposed to be used for you. His mouth stayed locked on your clit while he moaned and pumped his cock into the towel. The vibration of his lips making you forget all about that thing you keep stashed in your bedside drawer at home. Yeah, Jisung eating your pussy like he was starving definitely didn't need to happen either but you're not complaining.

After getting dressed and making sure Chan and Changbin wouldn't notice anything odd, you and Jisung joined the duo and settled in for pizza, beer, and a movie. The TV casts a soft glow as some suspenseful action movie plays, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in a different kind of fantasy world. It's like your minds are synced, both drifting away from the movie. You and Jisung steal glances at each other in the dark living room, only to quickly look away.

Countless times he's caught you looking back in the direction of his room with a blush on your cheeks. He's hard just knowing that you're thinking about what happened and he wonders if you can still feel him like he can feel you. He just wants to say fuck the movie, to grab you by your wrist and drag you back to his room and fuck you again. He was actually worried that you would go through with the promise of pretending like sleeping together didn't happen but sometimes, in this case anyway, promises can be broken.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

The cutest quokka and his gif of the day.

63/♾️

He's just so cool.

My Spooky Pookies: @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent @queenmea604 @diorrxluvskz @noellllslut @queen-in-the-shadows @antoniorhinothethird @chaotic-world-of-the-j @itshannjisung @thightswideforhanin @bethanysnow @chansmanda @mae-is-cute980 @idkluvutellme @newhope8 @sunshinebarbie

#i love him so fucking much #that's my man #stray kids #skz #han jisung #i love him #loml #hannie #stray kids gif #stray kids han #han jisung gifs #Han Jisung gif

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@moonlightndaydreams

Too much. He is just too much for me.

I need water. I’m parched.

I’ll take his bath water at this point.

He can join me in the bath.

I’ll make it worth his time.

He’s so precious.

I want to make him mine.

Corrupt the fuck out of him.

HWANG FUCKING HYUNJIN. I AM FERAL

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

🥵

Sir?!?

@moonlightndaydreams wanted help but this is going to be the end of me. I want to bite, lick, and kiss all of him. This is too much skin for a thirsty bitch such as myself. 🫠

@itsseohannbin @mae-is-cute980 @newhope8 @noellllslut @bethanysnow @caitlyn98s @chaotic-world-of-the-j @linlinaert @lyramundana @diorrxluvskz @sweetracha @stolasisyourparent @sunshinebarbie @antoniorhinothethird @pearbunny @thightswideforhanin @queen-in-the-shadows @queenmea604 @2chopsticks2eyes

#i would do unspeakable things to him #stray kids #skz #i love him #loml #han jisung #hannie #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #stray kids wkorea #i couldn't help myself #hannie is amazing

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

i'm so excited i found your blog!!! i'm hopefully gonna be able to go through and read everything soon, but for now, i wanted to say that i checked out your about me section and you seem so cool & so sweet 🥺 idk if you've been asked before, but 14 face piercings? pls pls pls i wanna know what you have bc i didn't even know that 14 was an option omg (before you ask, i am a wimpy baby with only ear piercings so 🫶🏼) hehe

Okay but what the fuck?!?

I mean that in the nicest way possible. Because who gave you the right to come on here and just make me giggle so hard to myself and wanna blush 😳

I’m not worthy! 😫

ANYWAYS…

Face piercings.

I just counted and updated it. It’s fifteen now 😬 It is possible.

All of the bright green are that color for visibility and are silver. But the orange ones and the stars are actually those. And then there is my tongue 👅

I don’t look anything like her face wise but that was the easiest way to visualize the piercings. Hahaha 🤪

I’m glad you found my blog! I love the little friendship/community/family we’ve built between like 10 of us here. We are all open to talk about whatever and love all conversations! ♥️

Thank you for being sweet and reading my bio!

😍♥️

#Channie and his asks #face piercings #i love piercings #girls with piercings #too many piercings

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@queen-in-the-shadows AND AND AND

If you squeeze it, it comes out the top like when Ji squeezed the water bottle at the fan signing on accident 🥹😅🤣 I’m sorryyyyyyy

Sorsha’s thoughts… after dark

Between skz and ateez I’d have stockpot of the most nourishing soup… or a jug of the most thirst quenching beverage. Or is it a giant protein shake? Really not sure.

Yep… I’m such a slut for them.

@noellllslut @kangnina @channieandhisgoonsquad @chuuchuu1224 @palindrome969 @itsseohannbin sorry but you get tagged in my extra slutty posts.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

@pearbunny oooooo I love this from you! 😍

You’re soooo right though! 😅

Sorsha’s thoughts… after dark

Between skz and ateez I’d have stockpot of the most nourishing soup… or a jug of the most thirst quenching beverage. Or is it a giant protein shake? Really not sure.

Yep… I’m such a slut for them.

@noellllslut @kangnina @channieandhisgoonsquad @chuuchuu1224 @palindrome969 @itsseohannbin sorry but you get tagged in my extra slutty posts.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

I’m sticking to my guns here too.

IT’S A BEVERAGE BECAUSE IT COMES OUT OF A STRAW 😤😤

Come at me, bro! 😉

@moonlightndaydreams @noellllslut @queen-in-the-shadows @queenmea604 @itsseohannbin @2chopsticks2eyes @bethanysnow @sweetracha @pearbunny

Sorsha’s thoughts… after dark

Between skz and ateez I’d have stockpot of the most nourishing soup… or a jug of the most thirst quenching beverage. Or is it a giant protein shake? Really not sure.

Yep… I’m such a slut for them.

@noellllslut @kangnina @channieandhisgoonsquad @chuuchuu1224 @palindrome969 @itsseohannbin sorry but you get tagged in my extra slutty posts.

#skz hard thoughts #stray kids #skz #loml #stray kids smut #stray kids hard thoughts

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Hello! Can I request something?

Of course you can! 🥰

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Day-to-day gifs of our evil bunny.

30/♾️

I loved him in the Oddinary trailer.

My Spooky Pookies: @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent @queenmea604 @diorrxluvskz @noellllslut @queen-in-the-shadows @antoniorhinothethird @chaotic-world-of-the-j @itshannjisung @thightswideforhanin @bethanysnow @chansmanda @mae-is-cute980 @idkluvutellme @newhope8 @sunshinebarbie

#stray kids #skz #i love him #loml #lee know #lee minho #lino #straykids #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee minho #he makes me insane #leebit #look at that man

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Imagine him asking you to talk about how it feels at the same time. He’s three fingers deep and asks you to describe what you’re feeling. Whole sentences.

It’s revenge/only fair for when you rode him in his painting studio and made him tell you what it feels like to him.

@daydreams-after-dark @moonlightndaydreams @noellllslut

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@moonlightndaydreams OH MY GOD I LVOE HIM AND WANT TO DO THIS WITH HIM SO BAD.

tied up ⟡ hhj

wc: 3058 | pair: hj x afab!reader | genre: established relationship, 18+ (minors go away) | tags: sub!hyunjin, tied down!hyunjin, blindfolded!hyunjin, needy!hyunjin, he's desperate for reader, mirror stuff, he swears like crazy

summary: when you had the brilliant idea of tying hyunjin to a chair, blindfolding him, and driving him insane.

authors note: CONGRATULATIONS TO SKZ FOR ATTENDING THE MET GALA, OT8 IS INSANE <3

Hyunjin was confused when he saw the lone dining chair in the middle of your shared bedroom.

He was also confused when you had him by the wrist, pulling him towards said chair, and had him sit down.

But the moment he saw you pull out the blindfold from your pocket, he instantly knew.

And was instantly hard.

You giggled at the tent in his pants while you secured his arms behind the chair with a knot you had learned online, specifically for this moment.

“Baby,” he whispered breathlessly, the kind of whisper he used when observing his favorite artwork. With awe.

“Relax,” you nipped at his ear before standing before him, admiring a masterpiece of your own.

You were very well aware of your lover’s otherwordly good looks. One would think that the blindfold would mask his beauty. You couldn’t see the siren eyes that always burned with desire when focused on you. Yet, the blindfold only enhanced the bottom half of his perfect face.

Your eyes were drawn to the sharp tip of his nose, which you knew he loved to bury between your legs. To the pillowy lips which you could kiss all day. And to the sharp jaw, which was currently clenched.

“I don’t know where to start,” you sighed with mocking defeat as you observed his body. His lap looked so inviting that you just wanted to ride him already.

Hyunjin could hear the soft padding of your feet circling him. The change of air told him you were nearing, and his body grew warm in anticipation of what was to come. Since he couldn't see you, he was eager to feel your touch.

Where would you touch him first while he was restrained like this? He couldn’t help fidgeting around, but he wasn’t going to try to break out of the restraints.

“Touch me already,” Hyunjin groaned. “Please.”

A hand fisted his hair gently from behind, making him jump. Your other hand slid onto his shoulder to feel the firm muscle under the fabric of his shirt. It slithered towards his collarbone and trailed up to the expanse of his neck. The pads of your fingers softly grazed his Adam’s apple.

Your face buried itself onto the side of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips as you smelt his cologne and body wash. Everything that made him, him. Made him yours.

“You always forget your manners Hyun,” you said.

“You drive me crazy.”

“You make me crazy too.” You kissed his cheek loudly.

The erotic, wet sound so close to his ear made him slump in defeat. With his hair freed from your fingers, his head lolled back limply and his blindfolded gaze looked towards the ceiling. The sight of his lips looking so presentable, like dessert on a plate, stole any restraint from you, and you couldn’t help but kiss his lips this time.

Hyunjin eagerly responded by kissing you back with more force than you had first given him. He nipped, and licked, and sucked at your lips like he was a starved man.

Which, to him, he was.

You eventually caught yourself, and abruptly pulled away. Hyunjin's lips were now swollen, a shade of cherry red. The sheen of your mixed saliva around the border of his lips caught the light as you moved yourself back in front of him.

He cursed softly at your sudden absence with a soft ‘fuck’. It was more to himself, than to you.

You kneeled in between his legs this time and rested your hands on his thighs. You giggled at the sight of Hyunjin’s head immediately tilted towards you as if he had x-ray vision that allowed him to see through the blindfold.

His breathing became more shallow as he barely felt the hint of your lips kissing from the side of his left knee, to his inner thigh, and onto his erection.

Your fingers expertly undid the button and zip of his pants and he was obedient when you had him raise his hips for you to slip them and his boxers off. You gripped his length firmly, not moving, not providing him any ounce of pleasure at all. You were simply holding it upright. You smiled up at him. “So hard for me.”

“All because of you.”

“That’s right baby. Say it again, louder.”

His response came out as a desperate sigh. “Mm, all because of you.”

You teased him by breathing hot air onto the tip, right where he was most sensitive. You pressed another wet kiss, making another of those erotic sounds. “What’s because of me?”

Hyunjin’s brows were furrowed under the blindfold. He was distraught, and desperate at this point. Your teasing was pushing him so close to the brink of insanity that he didn’t have the thought to be embarrassed of his pure desperation anymore.

“You make me so hard! Fuck! I’m so hard because of you. Fucking hard, because of you. So fucking hard. I need you, baby, please, please.”

You smiled, pleased as he continued to babble on.

His reward came in the form of a thick glob of saliva dripping off your tongue and onto the tip of his pretty cock. The sensation of it silenced him immediately, aside from his crazed breathing.

Your lips followed as you started practically making out with the tip of his erection, your saliva dancing in between your lips and his skin. Hyunjin groaned in response, the soft breathless sounds only egged you on.

As you finally brought him into your mouth, you looked up at him and tugged on the blindfold so that it fell around his neck.

He blinked at the sudden change of light, after having his eyes closed for so long. But when his vision cleared, and looked down at the sight of you between his legs, he immediately closed his eyes again.

His eyes fixed themselves on the ceiling as he tried to distract himself, trying to ignore the filthy sounds you made while pleasuring him. He didn’t stop the drawn-out ‘fuuuuuuuck’ that left his pretty lips.

“Don’t look away from me Hyunjin,” you warned him. He immediately brought his attention back onto you, and you could see that it pained him to do so from the way his face screwed up.

“I’m going to cum faster if I do.”

“Why’s that?”

He huffed at your innocent tone as if you were licking a lolly pop and not sucking out his soul. “You look fucking beautiful like this.”

“Good,” you replied. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly took him into your mouth. When your lips finally met the base of his cock, and he was at the back of your throat, you bobbed your throat twice before your gag reflex had you pulling away. He shouted your name sharply at you deep-throating him.

Hyunjin found it so hot that his cock had your eyes watering.

He sighed in relief, thanking whatever deity for giving him a brief break as you stood up and removed your hand. He didn’t want to cum yet, not without feeling your tight pussy wrapped around him.

But he went back to cursing as he watched you strip yourself. You even dared to turn your back towards him and bent over to drag your panties down your soft thighs. It gave him the view of your ass all up in his face. The scent of your pussy had him ready to bust right then and there.

You turned back towards him. Your hands gripped the back of the chair he sat on as you bent down to his level. You both gazed into each other’s eyes deeply. The eagerness, and the desperation in his, tracked your every moment.

He could see that you were enjoying this, taking control for once, and fuck, if he wasn’t enjoying this either. He wanted to be good for you, to make you feel good first and get his release after.

You watched as his gaze followed your lips and rewarded his attention with your kisses. His teeth clashed with yours, as you both drew your fill of each other.

Was anything going to be as addictive as your lips? Hyunjin decided that the answer was no. You sucked on his lips in a way that had his toes curling. Definitely not.

When you pulled away to kiss his cheek, then his jaw, he gave an annoyed groan. You stopped kissing him too soon.

“Baby, ride me already.”

You stopped and levelled him with a look.

“Fuck, please!”

“You forgot your manners again, my love.” You sighed loudly as you brought your legs to rest on either side of his legs and sat down on his lap. You purposely sat away from his cock, positioning yourself closer to his knees.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Hyunjin eyed the distance between your pussy and his arousal.

“You were doing so good until you had to forget one important word,” you pouted in mock disappointment. His chin was gripped in the palm of your hand. You took your time, taking in the view of such beauty so close to you.

His brows drew together as his eyes never left yours. He bit his lips roughly before he started pleading. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. Please ride me. I’ll remember my manners, hmm?”

You smirked cruelly as you started moving your hips on his lap. You barely brushed against his cock as you lifted and lowered your hips repeatedly in place. Your arms roped around his neck, pressing your breasts together.

“Oh Hyunjin,” you moaned despite not feeling any pleasure. The sound of your bare thighs meeting him replicated the sound of him fucking you.

“W-what are you doing?” When he checked, Hyunjin’s cock had become an angry red shade. He desperately wanted to bury it inside of you.

“Riding you. You didn’t specifically say what,” you teased.

“My cock! Please, ride my cock! Baby, I’m seriously going crazy.”

“I think I like you begging,” you smirked in his face as you stopped fake-fucking him.

“I’m begging you to fucking fuck my cock already, please!”

“You remembered to say please,“ you laughed as you finally moved your hips closer to his erection. “Wasn’t so hard, was it it?”

Hyunjin shook his head obediently, he bit his lip as he watched your pussy near his cock.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. You took the blindfold from his neck and brought it over his eyes once more. You were fixing his hair as he asked about what you were doing.

You kissed his nose. “Just making sure you’ll remember your manners. You don’t deserve to watch your cock slide into this pretty pink pussy just yet.”

“Nooo, please, please, please,” Hyunjin’s plump lips murmured the words like a prayer.

You answered him by lining his arousal with yours, running the tip through your slit to gather the wetness that accumulated while you were busy torturing Hyunjin.

When you felt ready to take him, you finally sheathed him into you. It drew a sweet, breathy moan from your lips and a guttural sound from his chest.

“Fuck, thank you!”

You smiled to yourself, pleased at his thanks. You busied yourself with tugging on his hair and nipping at the flesh of his neck. You knew that he loved it when you tugged at his long strands, and he confirmed it when he moaned louder in response.

It took you everything not to start fucking him like a crazed animal while he was so responsive to everything you did to him. He gasped whenever you licked a thick stripe up his neck, and he shuddered when you circled your hips. He bit his lips as he felt your hands greedily groping his rippled chest, and firm arms.

With both hands pressed into his neck lightly, you made out with him lazily. The sound of wet kisses joined the sounds of your flesh meeting. He hummed with approval, taking anything you’d give him.

Hyunjin was becoming used to being blindfolded. It enhanced his other senses, like the scent of your sweat and perfume, your warm soft hands running all over his body, and the soft sighs of pleasure that came from you.

However, he wanted to see you. Needed to see you.

“Baby, please take the blindfold off,” he moaned.

You didn’t stop riding as you considered his question silently.

Your silence had him speaking again. “I need to see my baby ride my cock, please!”

His answer came in the fabric being ripped off his face, and thrown somewhere behind you roughly. Once his vision returned, he almost busted on the spot. Your chest was right in his face, your perfect tits bouncing.

You gripped his face roughly and turned it towards the full-length mirror that sat against a far wall. Your cheek pressed against his as you made him watch.

The mirror showed the view of the two of you in such a filthy, erotic state. The floor lamp behind you highlighted the silhouette of your joined bodies. Hyunjin’s long, slim legs were stretched out in front of him. Your naked breasts were pressed against his clothed chest rippling like water as you piston yourself onto him.

“Look at that pretty view,” you breathed hard. “Do you like it? Being tied down while a pretty girl uses you however she likes?”

You could see Hyunjin’s eyes rolling to the back of his head at your words, his bottom lip pressed between his teeth to keep animalistic sounds from coming out.

You kept his face firmly in your grip as you hid your face onto his shoulder, biting at the skin. The never-ending slap, slap, slap of your thighs meeting his lap was starting to become a countdown to your climax.

You were so close, and so was he.

“Hyunjin, fuck,” you whined. Now that you could feel your incoming orgasm, you were slowly going back to your needy self. “Answer me. Tell me how good you feel because of me.”

Hyunjin knew that when you were close, his words were what brought you over. Yet in his moment, his mind was so intoxicated by you that he could hardly form a complete sentence. His words came out as a drunken slur. “S’ pretty bouncing on this cock.”

You moaned responsively, tugging harder on his hair.

“Yes pretty girl,” he hissed harshly. He let his dominant words come out. “Fucking use me. S’ cute. So sweet and innocent in public, but you’re using me like a fucking toy when we’re alone. I love it. I want more.”

You rode him harder, faster, ignoring the burn of your thighs. Hyunjin watched in wonder as you threw your head back, revealing the graceful curve of your neck. He wanted to mark it up so badly, but the restraints on his arms kept him in place.

His eyes followed the bead of sweat that rolled from your neck, down to the valley of your breasts where the nipples were pebbled. He closed his eyes, licked his lips and trapped the bottom lip under his teeth; all while throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

“Hyunjin,” you started chanting his name like a prayer. “Gonna cum.”

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Hyunjin’s head remained thrown back over the back of the chair. He was desperately trying not to cum before you. “I want to fill you up, so cum now.”

You obeyed, giving yourself three thrusts on his cock before your eyes clenched shut and you saw stars. Hyunjin kept on calling you a good girl as you came down from your high. Your lids fluttered open to find Hyunjin gazing up at you with a sweet smile.

You kissed him once and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace before starting to ride him once more. “You’ll let me make you cum now, hmm?”

“Please,” Hyunjin sighed. He turned to watch the two of you in the mirror once more. He was mesmerized by how perfectly you fit against him, and watched the way your hips moved to pleasure him.

Just as he was about to cum, his face whipped towards you. He needed to look at you as he came. You looked at him with so much love and desire. All for him. All his.

“Mine,” he whispered. You pressed your forehead to his as you nodded. You kissed him.

“All yours. Cum for me Hyun.”

He nodded, switching from looking at your eyes to your lips until he couldn’t take it anymore. His hips involuntarily started to buck as he began chasing his high. You didn’t stop slamming your pussy down his cock, and even started clenching around him.

He responded to that with a loud, “Yes! I’m cumming!”

As you felt a warm pool inside of you, you slowed your thrusting to milk his arousal. Hyunjin breathed out long, deep breaths whilst you lazily kissed his jaw, murmuring praises into his ear.

The two of you sat there, breathing heavily as you recovered. You sat back and ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame it. Hyunjin watched you with stars in his eyes, and when you caught him, you blushed.

You stood up slowly, wincing softly at the tired muscles in your legs. Hyunjin’s release slowly dripped out of you, and the sight was enough to make him slowly harden once more.

“Let’s get you out of these,” you laughed softly.

Hyunjin shook his head fervently. “If you kept me like this forever, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Maybe later. I’m tired from riding, and need to be buried in your sexy, muscular arms.”

He stretched his arms as soon as they were free. They were slightly sore from being in the same position for so long, but he didn’t have any complaints. When he saw your face mould into concern for his sore arms, he immediately lunged for you, pulling you into his arms.

You shrieked at suddenly being carried bridal style. The bed drew closer in your vision. You were thrown onto it. Hyunjin watched as you fixed yourself on the bed while stripping off his white t-shirt. His body joined yours soon after, and he caged you onto the mattress. You giggled as he brought his face down to yours, kissing you like a crazed man.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

LOLOL I mean I wrote it over a year ago 😂😂

Did you read my Unplanned Events? That’s my faveeee

Wait, what...?

Bang Chan x female reader

Synopsis: There was supposedly a once-in-a-lifetime contest you had applied for with no expectation of it being real or you actually winning.

Word Count: ~1700

A/N: Sooooo I want to keep doing this and I'm trying my best. Honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing lol. Just some more words put on the internet Ryan awkward introvert. (o_o')

Warning: Just probably some casual flirting, a lot of dirty thoughts by reader, and mentions of self doubt.

Part Two!!

(Part One)

This is still a lot to take in. You still have an unfinished Starbucks coffee over by your computer, yet everyone is just staring at you waiting for you to lose your cool again. No pressure or anything! You've just hugged one of the most attractive men you've ever set eyes on. And now all of your coworkers and bosses are trying to talk to you while you gather your purse and hope you didn't forget anything else.

When you first let reality sink in, during your hug with Christopher, you felt that the idea of just up and leaving your life is absolutely terrifying. But, the prospect of having that very sweet, very huggable, very strong, very firm... oh snap. Your ADHD is kicking in. It's Stray Kids! You're going to be doing things with them, at least that's what the sweepstakes had promised.

Honestly, they could just shove you into a hotel room and leave you there for a few weeks. You're gonna need to talk to Chan about that.

After grabbing your coffee, purse, and jacket, you went back to the main door of your office and were met with the warmest welcome you had gotten from anyone since you left to visit your aunt in Arizona for a summer in middle school.

And this time, the warmth is emanating from a beautiful man that's dimples are growing as soon as you locked eyes with him. Standing awkwardly outside your office space, you looked around the different hallways. Your whole body moving to look behind the gorgeous man and your supers.

Chan turned himself expectantly hoping to catch sight of whatever you're looking at or for. "What are we looking at?" HE questioned as he looked down the very boring beige hallway.

"I feel like you've got the other guys hiding somewhere and I can't handle more surprises right now."

His laugh echoed through the corridor as he turned around to look back at you. He set one hand down on your shoulder to draw your attention back to him, "I promise, no more surprises. They're all still back in Seoul waiting for you."

"Ohh great.... no pressure there." You rolled your eyes back at his statement. His giggling continued as you still searched lightly for the surprises he promised against. "Your constant snickers are not very convincing."

"Well, how about we get out of here and catch our flight?" He reached in his oversized hoodie and pulled out your passport with a ticket peeking out. He held it out and you cocked your eyebrow.

"Oh is that why Jenn was asking about all my passport? That sneaky bitch- Oh sorry. Am I allowed to swear??"

Chan reached his other hand behind him neck and scratched the baby hairs popping out of his beanie while looking at the man to his left, "Yeah, you can swear, just be careful who's around when you do it. If JYP catches you he will definitely have something to say to us."

"Ohmygod. Don't tell me I'm going to meet him too! Ughhhh..." You are not ready to meet that man. He hasn't been anywhere close to your list of favorites after you had learned about Hyunjin's break or the eliminations of Lee Know and Felix way back when.

"Only maybe. I can tell you're excited at the idea." He giggled and turned around. "Show us the way out and we can talk about all our options in the car."

You led the way with Chan right by your side. You hopped into the classic black van and sat next to Chan in the way back. You put on our seatbelt and turned to him. He had thrown one arm over the back and looked around before turning his head over to you. His million watt smile was all it took for you to get really shy again.

"Sir, you cannot look at me like that."

"Like what, y/n?"

"Like I'm someone important; someone to impress."

He grimaced, "I do want to impress you, though. You are literally this gorgeous girl that I get to be stuck with for the next twenty four hours. I want to woo you."

Your turn to frown at him, "What are you talking about?! You are literally Christopher Bang. Leader of Stray Kids. Fourth generation leaders and the best leader of any group I've gotten to know."

He grabbed his ear with his fingers as he felt the blush creeping up. "Okay okay that's enough of that."

You yanked his hand away from the poor ear he wouldn't stop rubbing and made him lock eyes with you, "No seriously. You are such a beautiful, kind soul and deserve every compliment. And if I have to spend the next twenty four hours reminding you I will."

"Ugh"

"Also, you've got washboard abs and are just so handsome. Your dimples are so adorable and the way your eyes close when you laugh is so endearing." He didn't look way but you could tell he really wanted to.

Everything said was true. You tell everyone you know about how amazing this man is. He is the epitome of everything you wish you could be, and he needs to know. The hand that you had pulled from his ear was still holding onto his wrist, but he flipped it around and held your hand while using his thumb to rub the back of your palm. You could feel heat rising to your face and a tingling down under at your current situation.

"Regardless of how I feel about myself, I am glad to have a sweet person around." He looked down at your hands, continue his soft ministrations on your hand. Through his lashes, his piercing gaze seemed to imitate a smirk.

The conversation ensued as casual banter and conversations about life and the weather. Just the usual things. It was so natural though. You made fun of Chan's accent and he made fun of yours. The best was when the two of you cackled at you trying to say certain phrases in Korean and you returned the horror when you tried to get him to say words in German.

As soon as you arrived at the local airport, you were immediately guided to check in and promptly brought back outside to a golf cart that brought you to a smaller plane. First things first, you looked in your carry-on to see what your best friend had packed for you to change into, you could not stay in scrubs any longer. Thin joggers, a loose black crop top, comfy sports bra, new socks, and some comfortable walking shoes. It's amazing how much effort she went to.

You had never ridden first class, so once you were brought to your spot, you realized the size of your seat was amazing. Your giddy attitude had returned as you settled into your space. A TV, side table, charging ports, and a coat rack to hang your belongings. Sliding into the spacious seat confirmed that you ACTUALLY had more room to spare.

The wall next to you slid down and you yelped, not realizing it could do that. "G'day, neighbor." Chan greeted you. You were so engrossed in getting acclimated to your surroundings that you didn't even see him settle in right there. Nor, had you caught the way he stood outside his seat area and just smiled at you. IF you had, you would've seen how smitten that man looked.

"Christopher Bang! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

He looked so offended, "Me?! I don't want anything bad to happen to your heart!" The pout made you almost feel bad for the accusation. Almost.

You threw your arms on the side table that was twice the size now as you looked into his space. His laptop was set on his side of the partitioned table, headphones around his neck, and back pack hung on the hanger by his side of the aisle. "Hm...You seem like you're ready to get to work over there."

"Yeah, it's just habit to set everything up like this. I forgot that I had an angel sitting across from me." His words were so sweet you couldn't help but roll your eyes. He pressed a button on the outside of his chair and it turned inward towards the table. You looked beside and followed suit, only to see he had put his laptop back into his bag.

"Just because I'm a Stay, doesn't mean you have to continually flatter me, Channie. I'm already committed to this adventure and will support you guys regardless."

The sparkle in his pretty eyes disappeared again, "Why do you think so little of yourself?" The question made you want to disappear into the seat, or just throw yourself out of the airplane.

"It's not that. I just know that I'm not that special." You shrugged and looked at your feet so you could avoid the greek god sitting in front of you.

Chan reached across the divider and pulled your had towards him. Then led the hand to his face and graced your knuckles with a tender kiss. Never taking his eyes off your face while you were following your hand, "I am going to make it my mission to make you realize how special you are. Me and the kids won't let you forget that you are worth every moment. I have only spent a few hours with you, and I can already sense that we are destined to make great memories we won't forget."

You squinted at him. Knowing damn well he isn't just saying that. He's always had a way with his words, whether it's in his interviews, with his bandmates, or in the lyrics he wrote. But his dramatic attitude is making you more nervous than anything.

"I know you don't believe me now, but I swear, you're going to see what I see, and never want to look away."

"If I get to look at you the whole time, I'll be fine."

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

The cutest quokka and his gif of the day.

62/♾️

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[channieandhisgoonsquad]

I don’t have one yet. Buuut I’ll make one for when I continue this. ♥️🫠

Wait, what...?

Bang Chan x female reader

Synopsis: There was supposedly a once-in-a-lifetime contest you had applied for with no expectation of it being real or you actually winning.

Word Count: ~1700

A/N: Sooooo I want to keep doing this and I'm trying my best. Honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing lol. Just some more words put on the internet Ryan awkward introvert. (o_o')

Warning: Just probably some casual flirting, a lot of dirty thoughts by reader, and mentions of self doubt.

Part Two!!

(Part One)

This is still a lot to take in. You still have an unfinished Starbucks coffee over by your computer, yet everyone is just staring at you waiting for you to lose your cool again. No pressure or anything! You've just hugged one of the most attractive men you've ever set eyes on. And now all of your coworkers and bosses are trying to talk to you while you gather your purse and hope you didn't forget anything else.

When you first let reality sink in, during your hug with Christopher, you felt that the idea of just up and leaving your life is absolutely terrifying. But, the prospect of having that very sweet, very huggable, very strong, very firm... oh snap. Your ADHD is kicking in. It's Stray Kids! You're going to be doing things with them, at least that's what the sweepstakes had promised.

Honestly, they could just shove you into a hotel room and leave you there for a few weeks. You're gonna need to talk to Chan about that.

After grabbing your coffee, purse, and jacket, you went back to the main door of your office and were met with the warmest welcome you had gotten from anyone since you left to visit your aunt in Arizona for a summer in middle school.

And this time, the warmth is emanating from a beautiful man that's dimples are growing as soon as you locked eyes with him. Standing awkwardly outside your office space, you looked around the different hallways. Your whole body moving to look behind the gorgeous man and your supers.

Chan turned himself expectantly hoping to catch sight of whatever you're looking at or for. "What are we looking at?" HE questioned as he looked down the very boring beige hallway.

"I feel like you've got the other guys hiding somewhere and I can't handle more surprises right now."

His laugh echoed through the corridor as he turned around to look back at you. He set one hand down on your shoulder to draw your attention back to him, "I promise, no more surprises. They're all still back in Seoul waiting for you."

"Ohh great.... no pressure there." You rolled your eyes back at his statement. His giggling continued as you still searched lightly for the surprises he promised against. "Your constant snickers are not very convincing."

"Well, how about we get out of here and catch our flight?" He reached in his oversized hoodie and pulled out your passport with a ticket peeking out. He held it out and you cocked your eyebrow.

"Oh is that why Jenn was asking about all my passport? That sneaky bitch- Oh sorry. Am I allowed to swear??"

Chan reached his other hand behind him neck and scratched the baby hairs popping out of his beanie while looking at the man to his left, "Yeah, you can swear, just be careful who's around when you do it. If JYP catches you he will definitely have something to say to us."

"Ohmygod. Don't tell me I'm going to meet him too! Ughhhh..." You are not ready to meet that man. He hasn't been anywhere close to your list of favorites after you had learned about Hyunjin's break or the eliminations of Lee Know and Felix way back when.

"Only maybe. I can tell you're excited at the idea." He giggled and turned around. "Show us the way out and we can talk about all our options in the car."

You led the way with Chan right by your side. You hopped into the classic black van and sat next to Chan in the way back. You put on our seatbelt and turned to him. He had thrown one arm over the back and looked around before turning his head over to you. His million watt smile was all it took for you to get really shy again.

"Sir, you cannot look at me like that."

"Like what, y/n?"

"Like I'm someone important; someone to impress."

He grimaced, "I do want to impress you, though. You are literally this gorgeous girl that I get to be stuck with for the next twenty four hours. I want to woo you."

Your turn to frown at him, "What are you talking about?! You are literally Christopher Bang. Leader of Stray Kids. Fourth generation leaders and the best leader of any group I've gotten to know."

He grabbed his ear with his fingers as he felt the blush creeping up. "Okay okay that's enough of that."

You yanked his hand away from the poor ear he wouldn't stop rubbing and made him lock eyes with you, "No seriously. You are such a beautiful, kind soul and deserve every compliment. And if I have to spend the next twenty four hours reminding you I will."

"Ugh"

"Also, you've got washboard abs and are just so handsome. Your dimples are so adorable and the way your eyes close when you laugh is so endearing." He didn't look way but you could tell he really wanted to.

Everything said was true. You tell everyone you know about how amazing this man is. He is the epitome of everything you wish you could be, and he needs to know. The hand that you had pulled from his ear was still holding onto his wrist, but he flipped it around and held your hand while using his thumb to rub the back of your palm. You could feel heat rising to your face and a tingling down under at your current situation.

"Regardless of how I feel about myself, I am glad to have a sweet person around." He looked down at your hands, continue his soft ministrations on your hand. Through his lashes, his piercing gaze seemed to imitate a smirk.

The conversation ensued as casual banter and conversations about life and the weather. Just the usual things. It was so natural though. You made fun of Chan's accent and he made fun of yours. The best was when the two of you cackled at you trying to say certain phrases in Korean and you returned the horror when you tried to get him to say words in German.

As soon as you arrived at the local airport, you were immediately guided to check in and promptly brought back outside to a golf cart that brought you to a smaller plane. First things first, you looked in your carry-on to see what your best friend had packed for you to change into, you could not stay in scrubs any longer. Thin joggers, a loose black crop top, comfy sports bra, new socks, and some comfortable walking shoes. It's amazing how much effort she went to.

You had never ridden first class, so once you were brought to your spot, you realized the size of your seat was amazing. Your giddy attitude had returned as you settled into your space. A TV, side table, charging ports, and a coat rack to hang your belongings. Sliding into the spacious seat confirmed that you ACTUALLY had more room to spare.

The wall next to you slid down and you yelped, not realizing it could do that. "G'day, neighbor." Chan greeted you. You were so engrossed in getting acclimated to your surroundings that you didn't even see him settle in right there. Nor, had you caught the way he stood outside his seat area and just smiled at you. IF you had, you would've seen how smitten that man looked.

"Christopher Bang! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

He looked so offended, "Me?! I don't want anything bad to happen to your heart!" The pout made you almost feel bad for the accusation. Almost.

You threw your arms on the side table that was twice the size now as you looked into his space. His laptop was set on his side of the partitioned table, headphones around his neck, and back pack hung on the hanger by his side of the aisle. "Hm...You seem like you're ready to get to work over there."

"Yeah, it's just habit to set everything up like this. I forgot that I had an angel sitting across from me." His words were so sweet you couldn't help but roll your eyes. He pressed a button on the outside of his chair and it turned inward towards the table. You looked beside and followed suit, only to see he had put his laptop back into his bag.

"Just because I'm a Stay, doesn't mean you have to continually flatter me, Channie. I'm already committed to this adventure and will support you guys regardless."

The sparkle in his pretty eyes disappeared again, "Why do you think so little of yourself?" The question made you want to disappear into the seat, or just throw yourself out of the airplane.

"It's not that. I just know that I'm not that special." You shrugged and looked at your feet so you could avoid the greek god sitting in front of you.

Chan reached across the divider and pulled your had towards him. Then led the hand to his face and graced your knuckles with a tender kiss. Never taking his eyes off your face while you were following your hand, "I am going to make it my mission to make you realize how special you are. Me and the kids won't let you forget that you are worth every moment. I have only spent a few hours with you, and I can already sense that we are destined to make great memories we won't forget."

You squinted at him. Knowing damn well he isn't just saying that. He's always had a way with his words, whether it's in his interviews, with his bandmates, or in the lyrics he wrote. But his dramatic attitude is making you more nervous than anything.

"I know you don't believe me now, but I swear, you're going to see what I see, and never want to look away."

"If I get to look at you the whole time, I'll be fine."