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#3racha fanfic
straylightdream · 4 months
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what am I missing? / 3racha
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act four: “Jisung shut the fuck up.”
feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader
↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, more warning to come.
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After his night he spent with you Changbin felt like he had grown even closer to you. Since your night together you hadn’t seen him because you were busy with work but he texted you throughout the day. You weren’t the only one who was busy, he was quite busy himself.
He felt like he was on cloud nine after you slept together. He was quite proud of himself with how much he was able to make you fall apart.
It was a week after your night together and you were stuck at work while Changbin was at the bar with Chan and Jisung. Chan was at the bar grabbing himself a beer while Jisung was sitting across from Changbin.
“Bin what happened after you went over to Y/N last week? I haven’t seen you or her since then?” Jisung asked.
Changbin tries his hardest not to smile at his friend's question. He’s not sure what he should tell the boys. Neither of you asked what would happen after you had sex. “We just talked.”
Jisung knits his eyebrows together staring at Changbin. “What actually happened?”
“Sungie knock it off,” Changbin groans before taking a drink of his beer. He doesn’t want to do this whole thing with Jisung. He knows him well and he knows how good Jisung is at reading people.
“You’re acting weird,” Jisung responds before taking a drink of his own beer.
“I’m not acting weird.”
“What else did you do other than talk?” Jisung's eyes narrow like he’s studying Changbin.
“We just talked.”
“Definitely more than talking happened?”
Changbin can’t help but roll his eyes that Jisung keeps pushing. “Nothing else happened.”
“Did you guys make out or did you guys fuck?”
Changbin closes his eyes, taking a deep breath trying not to yell at his friend to knock it off. “Oh my god you fucked Y/N?” Jisung is slowly putting the pieces together.
“Jisung,” Changbin smacks Jisung's hand. “Shut the fuck up.”
“What is going on?” Chan slides into the booth next to Jisung.
“Nothing,” Changbin can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Clearly something is happening.” Chan says.
“Changbin either you admit it or I’m telling him,” Jisung threatens.
“Jisung you don’t know anything.” He wants to call Jisung a liar but he knows he can’t because technically he isn’t lying.
“Changbin and YN fucked,” Jisung says without another thought.
Chan’s eyes go wide as he stares at Changbin in complete disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Changbin instantly feels guilty knowing that his best friend has a crush on you.
“First of all I want to know why Changbin broke the guy code,” Jisung groans. “Why didn’t you ask any of us if it’s okay? Chan has a crush on her and I like her too.”
Chan smacks Jisung's shoulder, “Jisung just because one of us like her doesn’t mean we can stop her from being with someone.”
“Wait, so I can get with her too?” Jisung suddenly lights up like a Christmas tree.
Changbin can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach suddenly. In no way is he your boyfriend or anything close to that, but he didn’t even think of the idea of you sleeping with Chan or Jisung after him. Changbin felt like an idiot that he wasn’t able to hide what happened better. “Jisung leave her alone. I’m not saying anything happened between us but you need to respect YN. You can’t just assume she’ll want to sleep with you.”
“I’m not assuming anything. I don’t want to just sleep with her you idiot. I’m gonna ask her out on a proper date and if she wants to have sex and know what it’s like to have the best orgasm of her life then she can sleep with me.”
Chan leans forward placing his face in his hands. He feels like an absolute idiot for even letting it slip about your terrible date. Now Changbin has slept with you and Jisung wants to go out with you. Chan hasn't been the best at hiding his crush on you and he thought that might stop something like this from ever happening.
“Chan say something to him. Tell Jisung to leave her alone.”
“My head hurts,” Chan groans. “Changbin, are you going to date her?”
“We didn’t really discuss anything like that but I want to see her again.”
“If she’s not your girlfriend I’m asking her out,” Jisung practically shouts.
Changbin doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Jisung for a long moment in disbelief. He knows he has no right to tell you who you can see. “Jisung, if she wants you, that's up to her.”
“Chan?” Jisung says his name sounding calmer.
“Can I have your permission to see her?”
“Why are you asking me permission? Changbin sure as hell didn’t,” he groans.
Jisung has a huge smile playing across his face and both Chan and Changbin know they’re screwed. They both know you’ve always had a soft spot for Jisung. Whenever the both of you drink together you always end up on the couch cuddling. Chan always wondered if you liked Jisung based on the way you always flirt with each other. He knows instantly that he’s made two mistakes when it comes to you. One was letting the boys know about your bad date. The second mistake was not telling Jisung to leave you alone.
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charmercharm3r · 2 years
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imagine roommate! 3racha coming back from the gym to u in one of their rooms trying on lingerie bc “i don’t have a full length mirror in mine :(((“ literally been on my mind all day
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finally finished this one🥳🥳
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BC, SCB, HJS
wc: 5.6k
warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, foursome, gets kinda nasty with a side of fluff, jisung x reader leaning lol
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It was the first and last time you’d ever go shopping with Jisung. He was the only one of your three roommates that was currently available to accompany you. As fashionable as the boy is, he couldn’t give a single valuable opinion for his life. Everything you showed him, he’d give you either a thumbs up or tell you that “it’s your body. If you like it, you like it.”
You’d been at the mall with him for almost two hours when you’d given up asking him. It was obvious when Jisung started to run out of social battery, he’d tell you he’d wait on a bench outside whatever store while you looked around. By the time you’d come to the last store you wanted to check out, Jisung was practically drained.
“Wait outside. I’ll be quick,” you told him, already heading towards the lingerie store without looking back at him. What you didn’t see was his head perking up at the sight of you entering the much flashier and… adult… store. But he did as you asked, taking a seat outside and swinging his legs until you returned.
While inside, you browsed around and picked out a few pieces that stood out. One in particular that really caught your eye was a light blue babydoll set, feminine and frilly and so out of your comfort zone. There was no one you had to wear it for, but it was just so cute. It was also very different compared to the usual black and nude lingerie you typically stuck to. All the courage you had to even walk in the store and pick up the babydoll set evaporated as soon as one of the employees came up and offered to show you where the dressing rooms were, all with a judgemental look on her face. “Is that your boyfriend outside?” She asked, head pointed straight at Jisung, who watched you fiddling with the fabric between your fingers.
In an attempt to ward off her disapproving energy, you replied, “yeah, he is. I don’t need the fitting rooms, I think he’ll like this.” You walked towards the register without another word from her.
You probably should’ve taken up her offer on trying the set on before you got home, but for some reason, the way she looked at Jisung and how she stared at you sparked a sort of jealousy. Upon purchasing it, you instantly strode back over to your friend and took his arm, pulling him from the store and walking away.
He didn’t question your interaction with the store employee or why you’d dragged him away so quickly, but his mind didn’t stop racing at the idea of you wearing lingerie. Little to your knowledge, he had been crushing on you for the longest time. But you were also very, very off limits. It was a rule that he and your other two roommates agreed on when you moved in. You were their friend first, roommate second, and object of their sexual desires at the very end of the list.
However, he just had to tell Chan and Changbin of what he witnessed. So when the two of you arrived home and they invited you both to work out, Jisung jumped at the opportunity while you politely declined and used the excuse that you were tired. In all honesty, you just wanted a reason to stay home and try on your newest addition to your underwear drawer. As soon as they’d left, you locked yourself in your room and stripped, taking your time to put on the outfit. You’d taken off the tag without knowing if it would even fit or not, sighing at your own recklessness. But as you slowly slid on the light colored panties and draped the incredibly sheer top over your head, you came to the realization that you didn’t even have a mirror in your room– not a full length one, anyways. Your little vanity that you usually used wasn’t big enough to get the full view of your new set.
You were on a roll today, acting without thinking as you moved to unlock your door and peak your head outside into the hallway. Checking up and down the hall as well as listening for any movements, you quietly padded around the house looking for any sort of reflection that could show you how you truly looked. The bathroom mirror was a bust, too tall so that you only saw from your diaphragm and up. It was still too bright outside to see anything in the reflection of the sliding door that led to the balcony. Your only other option was perhaps one of the boy’s rooms.
Cursing under your breath at your own ignorance, you mentally noted to grab a full length mirror the next time you went out.
The house still seemed to be empty, but out of anxiety you treadded silently back towards the hallway where the four bedrooms were. You were lucky enough for your room to be next to Jisung’s, who was the quietest of the three boys when alone in their respective spaces. But he was also one of the more private ones, meaning his door was locked. You still checked, of course, but with no luck. Across from him was Chan, also very private and also very much locked. Changbin’s door directly across from yours was your last hope.
And voila! You were met with the overwhelming smell of spice and linen clearly left behind from his cologne and laundry detergent. His walls were painted a dark navy blue, complimenting the pale gray sheets that were messily spread across his bed. There wasn’t much else in his room besides the dresser, a few dumbbells, a desk that acted also as his bedside table, and a closet. There was no mirror that you could see, but upon further inspection, you opened the closet door and found just that.
With your back to the entrance of his room, you smoothed out the top of the lingerie set, tilting your head and twisting to see all the different angles. You had to admit, you looked good. Despite it being entirely different from what you were used to, it was nice to know that you could pull off other colors and other styles. So for a while, you just admired your body in his bedroom mirror.
Jisung had rushed Chan and Changbin out of the house, whispering in their ears that he had something important to share with them. The three of them were already in the gym of their apartment building and starting their routine when Jisung had realized he’d forgotten his pre workout drink. “I’ll be right back,” he said and rushed back upstairs before he could even tell them about you and the lingerie store. He’d jogged to his locked bedroom and found his drink sitting on the desk, taking a couple swigs of it before exiting to find Changbin’s door open. And you in all your glory.
You didn’t even hear him come in let alone notice him, jaw almost to the floor as your hands ran over your curves. Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you turned your hips to see how your butt looked in the baby blue. Immaculate, of course.
“Wow,” Jisung said, a lot louder than he’d intended to.
You jumped, seeing his reflections standing in the doorway with a dumbfounded look. It took you a second to remember your current state, hands flying to cover your chest and private parts. “Wha– I thought you were supposed to be at the gym?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as your eyes darted around aimlessly. When he didn’t respond, you turned to face him.
Jisung looked down at the drink in his hand, “I forgot s– something.” You followed his gaze downward, seeing the bottle. But you kept going, only now noticing his figure in the shadow of the hallway light. The sleeves of his shirt were cut off, drawing your attention to his sculpted arms. But how tiny his shorts were made your mouth water. You’d almost forgotten to breathe once you noticed a tent starting to rise.
You’d briefly thought back to the interaction with the store employee, thinking harder back to how Jisung was watching you like a hawk.
Grazing over his body again, your eyes met his. With the most innocent look you could conjure, “I don’t have a mirror in my room. What do you think, Sungie?” At a snail’s pace, you removed your hands from your chest and core, placing them behind your back and tilting your head.
He’d short circuited, unable to think about anything besides the way your tits peaked through the material of the lingerie. He didn’t even care that he was completely hard and almost to the point of throbbing. Not a single ounce of shame lingered in him as he took a step into Changbin’s room. “Really… really… something,” was all he could compute.
It felt so wrong, like you breaking a whole variety of rules that could get you into some deep shit with your other housemates. But the way his eyes were completely blown out and how good he looked, you couldn’t get yourself to care. So you took a step closer to him, looking up and smiling devilishly.
“Yeah?” You noticed the way his breath hitched in his throat the nearer you got. It gave you a surge of confidence, “wanna take a closer look?”
Jisung nodded embarrassingly fast, followed by dropping the bottle and pulling you in for a kiss even faster. Your head spun at how quickly things escalated. One second you were standing in the middle of Changbin’s room, the next you were spread out on his bed with Jisung hovering over you. His kisses were ravaging, sloppy but still heated as he made his way down your neck, only stopping to breathe. Your hands traveled through his thick hair, carding and pulling it in between moans as he continued further down.
Over the baby blue material, he kissed the tops of your breasts and licked across your nipple, making it perk more and leaving dark wet marks. The more your hands caressed him, the more he soaked your new clothes. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in this,” he mumbled into you, leaving peppered kisses down your stomach. As he reached the hemline of your frilly underwear you arched into his touch, mind wandering to how smug you felt leaving the store earlier hand in hand with him. “Just had to tell the guys about how hot you looked.”
You didn’t expect it from yourself, aroused by the idea of both Jisung and your other two roommates fawning over you in lingerie. It made you practically shove his face towards your cunt, wet spot growing larger the longer he stared up into your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were truly asking for.
He didn’t wait any longer before just pushing the material to the side and letting his tongue run up through your folds. The warmth of the wet muscle made you groan, eyes shutting as your head fell back into the sheets. The fact that you weren’t in either of your own beds only added to the forbiddenness of the situation, how risky and taboo it was to be doing this in your roommate’s domain.
Jisung was good with his tongue, flicking your sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip and alternating to suctioning you in. You let out a particularly loud moan when he sucked harder and let his fingers circle your entrance.
You were so immersed in the sensation that you didn’t see the body standing in the doorway. “And when I thought today couldn’t get any weirder,” Chan stood, dumbfounded at the sight before him.
Seeing him in complete awe of you and Jisung set shocks through you, unable to stop yourself from shoving his head harder into you and mewling out. You kept your eyes locked on Chan’s face as Jisung continued to eat you out like a man starved. The absolute bliss your body writhed in sent blood rushing straight to the watcher’s cock, arms flexing in restraint. But then you pried one hand from Jisung’s hair, bringing it up to stick two fingers into your mouth.
As you swirled your tongue around your fingers and the man between your knees continued to ravish you, Chan was already stripping his shirt off and walking to the side of the bed closest to your head. Despite Jisung wanting you all for himself, he enjoyed the show you’d put on as you popped your fingers from your mouth and pulled Chan in by the back of his hair for a messy kiss. It fueled his need to prove himself to you, so he circled your entrance for a second to collect your dripping essence, pushing two digits into your relaxing hole. The sudden intrusion made you cry into Chan’s mouth.
Hearing your sweet noises made the older pull away from you and tug his shorts down, tugging lazily at his fully erect cock. As Jisung continued to suck at your clit and stroke his fingers into you, Chan stood tall. He looked down at you with an expression that told you he wanted only one thing. But to get you to how he wanted, he grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.
“Open,” he commanded, intentionally missing your tongue that was now sticking out. It was slightly humiliating, Jisung having witnessed the whole thing as well. But you were so close to your release, unable to care about how dumb you must’ve looked.
Jisung could feel how tightly you were contracting around his fingers, your hips bucking up and using the handle on his hair to grind harder into his tongue. He enjoyed himself, much more than he’d ever admit, how you used him to chase your own pleasure, so sure he was leaking precum through his shorts. Laundry was definitely going to need to be done.
But just as you were at your tipping point, needing just a little more to get over, Chan gathered a pool of saliva in his mouth, letting it drip from his tongue. He’d meant to slather it onto his dick, but with how erratically the lower half of your body moved he missed, smearing it across your lips and cheek. It was such a filthy sight and an even filthier feeling, forcing your orgasm to rip through you and clench your thighs around Jisung’s head. Just as your eyes shut and mouth opened to cry out, the man standing over you easily shut you up by shoving his cock into your mouth, immediately muffling you. The vibrations from your moans traveled through Chan’s body, making him groan out as well.
Reaching down to find a grip on your hair, he gently thrusted into you, taking his time. Jisung, still clamped between your legs, almost refused to detach from your cunt. But you’d released him and pulled him up by the hair. “She tastes so fucking good. Wanna try, hyung?” he playfully asked, watching the older screw his eyes shut in pleasure as he climbed to his knees between your quivering legs.
“Yeah. C’mere,” Chan breathed out, looking at Jisung and pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. He even surprised himself by the action, letting his tongue glide over the other boy’s as he took in the taste and scent of your high. You, mouth still full of Chan’s cock and legs wrapping around Jisung’ s waist, watched as the two boys above you temporarily forgot about your surging needs. You’d gotten their attention again by digging the tip of your own tongue into Chan’s slit, making him push the younger away and rip another moan from his chest. “Fuck– he’s right. You’re fucking delicious.”
You reached up to grab the base of his cock and pop him from your mouth for a split second to say, “bet you taste even better.”
You could hardly process what occurred in the next few moments. Chan pushed you harshly into the bed and took a step away, “want front or back?” He asked the younger.
For a moment, he pondered. “Front.” Just as Chan was lifting you back up– completely contradicting the mean way he’d treated you a few seconds before– another set of footsteps echoed through the house. Less than a minute later, your third roommate stood sweating and out of breath in the doorway. The three of you were unashamed, uncaring that you’d been using Changbin’s bed without him there or without his permission. He watched Chan lift and settle you with your back to his chest while Jisung selfishly blocked the view of your cunt by quickly undressing, slipping off your panties, and gliding his cock between your used folds.
“I’ve talked about a foursome for how fucking long and you all decide to do it while I’m not even here?” Changbin exclaimed, strutting into his bedroom towards the desk and opening a drawer. “If you’re gonna go doubles, at least use some lube. Idiots,” he popped the lid of the bottle open and handed it to Chan.
“Binnie,” you dreamily called out, extending your hand towards him. Excited, he stood before you, letting you grab his shirt and pull him down for a kiss as well. He was already hard, the second he walked in on the scene all the blood rushed to his cock.
It was experimental for you, sort of new because you weren’t used to taking something in both holes at the same time. Sure, you’d tried anal before, but that was with a toy and with a partner who’d known what they were doing. Chan was kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words in your ear while he dumped a generous amount of the liquid over his cock, using his fingers to pick some up and spread it around your hole. With Jisung toying with your clit and Changbin now pushing his shorts down, you were more than aroused.
But you were growing impatient, mewling as Chan pushed one finger in to test the waters and Changbin lazily stroking his cock before you. All of them were well endowed, Jisung perfectly hooked and Chan on the longer side. Changbin, however, was girthier than most, unsure how well you’d be able to take him in your mouth.
Jisung flicked your clit rather hard, making you arch into Chan’s hand and whimper again. “More,” you managed to say. The youngest looked to Chan over your shoulder, giving him a nod to enter first.
He went slow, gently letting you sink onto his cock inch by inch and get used to the feeling. The way he’d felt was nothing like your toys, hard but also fleshy and soft, much warmer than any piece of plastic. Your head fell back against his shoulder, biting your lip to keep from groaning at the unfamiliarity. Chan was holding back his own moans, the stretch burning for a few moments until you could completely relax. In the meantime, all you could hear were their sweet praises and the rushing of your blood in your ears. When you looked at Jisung, you gave him the okay to slide into you.
When he did, his head immediately fell back and eyes shut, but your jaw went slack. You felt so full as the youngest bottomed out, reaching out blindly for Changbin’s hand to pull him closer.
“Fuck— can barely move, she’s so tight,” Jisung mumbled through his teeth, fighting against the instinct to pound into you.
“I’d be okay with dying right now,” Chan joked to ease the tension, kissing your shoulder.
Changbin pumped himself in front of your face, hand petting through your hair, “I would’ve appreciated being invited to the party.”
Your body clenched at the thought of having your mouth stuffed as well, making Chan moan and hips stutter into you. “Jesus, I’ll blow if you do that again,” he gripped your waist tighter. “Me too, Bin. Found Jisung eating her out for lunch.”
The man standing looked down at you with a sweet smile, tugging his aching dick harder and tangling his fingers in your hair. “Really now? What were you doing here, little one?” The grip on your head pulled back harshly, making you clench again.
“Trying on this slutty lingerie I was telling you guys about,” Jisung answered for you, hand trailing up your belly to push the garment over your breasts and tweak your nipple. He twisted the nub, your brain hazing over with every passing second.
Changbin’s handle on your hair forced you to look at him, mouth still hanging open. When you stuck your tongue out, all his inhibitions went out the window. “Pretty little thing wants all her holes filled, hm? Why don’t you let our friends play with you for a bit, then you can taste.” Whimpering quietly, you nodded and reached a hand back to card through Chan’s hair. It encouraged him to move, gently pulling out before lazily pushing back in, breath hitching as the tight ring of muscles contracted around him.
Jisung followed, setting his pace opposite of the man under you. Wet sounds echoed throughout the bedroom, the only other noise falling from your mouths as the feeling of two cocks in you made your eyes glaze over. It was such a strangely wonderful experience, you didn’t know how good it would feel to be filled from both ends. You also didn’t realize how dirty of a mouth Changbin had.
He stared down at you condescendingly, eyes flittering between your fucked out face and lewd cunt. “Who knew our pretty princess could take two cocks so well. Wish you could see yourself, you look so filthy. Bet they’re hitting all the right spots, hm? Could probably feel Channie hyung’s dick rubbing against Jisungie, isn’t that right?” All spat at you while he swiped some of the lube dripping from your ass, using it to make the glide of his hand along his own cock easier. But he was right. As the two took turns pulling out and pushing into you, you could feel the undersides of their dicks scraping against one another. It made your head spin even more.
Through the immense pleasure you felt, you were able to breathe out, “want you, too.”
“Give the princess what she wants,” Jisung managed to say. His hands ran up and down your thighs, eventually keeping you spread open by hooking his arms under the crooks of your knees.
“You want my cock? Want your mouth stuffed, too, little one?” Changbin cooed just before he shoved his thumb into your mouth. You hummed around his digit, trying your hardest to focus on him through the heat rising in your gut.
The weight of his thumb on your tongue was enough to make your walls pulse around the two men, both moaning out as you did.
Chan’s arms snaked tighter around your midsection. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— I’m gonna cum.” He used his last few thrusts to hammer up into you, pulling out and letting his cock smack against the inside of your leg as he released all over your stomach with a long sigh. Jisung stilled in your cunt, seeing you covered in cum being a deep rooted fantasy that he’d never thought he’d get to see.
The older continued to let out spurts of his seed, thick and hot against your skin as your hands soothingly rubbed over his. “So good. So, so good for me,” he whispered into your ear, just loud enough for only you to hear. His praises were like music, arousal electrifying your body.
“Already, hyung?” Changbin joked to the older.
“You feel her back here and see how long you last.”
You watched his cum drip off the sides of your body, unaware of how intently you were staring at it.
“I think our pretty little princess likes being messy,” Changbin teased. His voice broke your attention away from the sticky white fluid, making you look up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.
Jisung’s balls tightened at the sight of you, eyes blown wide and looking up at his older, much more attractive friend like he’d hung the stars. Despite being the one balls deep inside you, he was jealous. So with your attention on Changbin, he started to pound into you, skin slapping skin. You instantly snapped your head at him, seeing his eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes stared into your own. Leaning over you to the side Chan wasn’t on, he whispered, “I don’t like sharing.” You cried out when you felt a pair of fingers rub against your clit.
Just as quickly as you’d found yourself in this position, you felt Jisung pulling out and yanking you off of Chan. He flipped you on your stomach, pulling you up so you were on all fours. The older chuckled, scooting out of the way so that Changbin could take his place in front of you. Before you could even think about sucking him off, Jisung entered you again, using the fatty flesh of your ass as leverage to slam you into him again and again.
Your mouth dropped, eyes shutting as tears stung behind your waterline. The man in front of you brushed your hair back, creating a makeshift ponytail with his hand as he guided your head down and onto his cock. You moaned louder into him, making Changbin shiver.
Almost unable to concentrate with the way Jisung continually abused your cunt, Chan helped you out by gathering his cum from your stomach with two fingers and bringing it to your mouth. Popping off Changbin’s cock for a second, you took his fingers in with a sigh, tasting the bitter-salty liquid. As soon as he pulled away, you were back on Changbin, tasting both his cock and Chan’s cum.
“How’s it taste?” Chan chuckled, smearing his saliva covered fingers over your cheeks. All you could do was moan, in return making Changbin do so as well.
You used your hand to pump whatever was left of Changbin’s cock that couldn't fit in your mouth, swirling your tongue and pressing harder into the ridge where the head met the length. “What the fu—“
Changbin couldn’t finish his sentence, too lost in the feeling of your warmth.
Jisung was unrelenting, fighting off his high every time you squeezed around him, enticing him to fill you with more cum. But he was buzzing, too much energy for his body for him to handle and making him thrust without taking a second to savor you and your velvety walls.
Your lips cupped around the tip of Changbin’s head, sucking him in as his stomach rapidly contracted. He used the grip on your hair to roughly push you back down, tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Typically, you hated the guys that would push your head. But with how nasty the things he was saying to you earlier were, you couldn’t find it in you to care. You just wanted to make him cum.
So you let him abuse your throat, sure that it’ll be sore tomorrow. But you moaned as Jisung reached around to toy with your clit again, vibrating the entire length of Changbin’s dick. He used your hair to lift and slam your head onto him until eventually holding you completely still so he could buck up and fuck your throat. He was rough like this for a few more seconds before he dropped his hips and pushed your head down onto him, holding your nose to his pelvis as he shot his load down your throat. You hummed around him as he came, guttural groans falling from his lips.
Chan laughed, teasing Changbin about coming too quickly as well. You attempted to swallow with his cock still in your mouth, pulling a few overstimulated whimpers out of him until he tugged you off by your hair again.
With his cum dribbling from the corners of your mouth, Changbin pulled you in for a nasty kiss, bouncing against his lips as Jisung still searched for that satisfying high he craved.
Sure, he could’ve blown by now. But he’d been pining after you for so long and he felt like he was running on pure adrenaline. If he were to cum now, he’d be wasting so much potential. So he kept fucking into you, pulling your hips into him so hard that you were sure there would be bruises on your ass from where his hip bones hit.
Chan and Changbin sat back and enjoyed the show, loving how dumb and sloppy you were now that you were drenched in their seed. The third boy was loving it just as much, thriving off his name falling from your lips like it was all you could think of.
To be fair, it was. Jisung has been the focal point of your sexual desires all day, starting from that incident at the store. How hungrily he watched you, then caught you in another boy’s room wearing the sluttiest thing you owned. And those tiny fucking shorts— there was no way you could conjure up a single thought that wasn’t Jisung, Jisung, Jisung.
The two older roommates continued to call you the lewdest things, “cum princess,” “pocket rocket,” “fuck toy,” “cum dumpster.” Jisung almost forgot that they were even there, entranced by how he would disappear into your swollen pussy.
He was close now, as were you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered and almost sucked him in as the heat rising your stomach burned so painfully good. Jisung took your hair from Changbin, who was playing with it mockingly. He yanked you up, pressing your back to his chest. The change of angle made you whimper, tears steadily streaming down your face as his other hand made its way around your cum covered torso. “This is the last time I’m sharing you. Enjoy seeing them in the post nut glow you caused. You’re mine now,” he growled in your ear.
The possessiveness unexpectedly made you shudder, eyes rolling back without a single thought other than to cum.
“Look at that. Finally broke you,” Jisung laughed, shoving your upper body back into Changbin and focusing on his release.
You didn’t need him to worry about you coming, his words did you in as you slumped into your roommate. Vision going white, holding onto Changbin’s biceps so hard that you left crescent shaped marks into his skin, your orgasm took over your body. Heat suffocated your skin as your ankles locked into Jisung’s legs, the shivering of your pussy pushing him over the edge as well.
He delivered a few more deep, hard thrusts, making sure to milk himself and give you everything he had.
It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, head still dizzy but light as air. Chan and Changbin smiled down at you fondly, stroking your hair and giving you nonstop praises whereas Jisung stayed rock hard and lodged inside your cunt, unable to pull away from the warm and slick hole.
Eventually, he managed to get himself together, stealing you away from the two to bring you into an embrace. He kissed the top of your head while your roommates ran off to get things to clean you up.
“Are you okay?” Jisung whispered, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. All you could do was nod and nuzzle tighter into his arms. “I meant it. I really, really don’t like sharing.”
Your eyes threatened to shut, “no more kissing Chan.”
He laughed, “okay. No more kissing Chan.”
Sleep was so close to taking over you, but still, you felt yourself being lifted and carried to a different place, gently being placed into what felt like clean sheets. For a minute, it was just you in the silence. But then you heard shuffling in the distance, voices speaking to one another until footsteps lightly trekked through the room again.
“Is it okay if I clean you up a bit?” Jisung’s voice asked quietly. Eyes still closed, you nodded, completely exhausted. You could hear him giggle, hands gently guided you onto your back and spreading your legs. He ran a warm, wet towel up your center, apologizing as you winced and continued to wipe down the rest of your body.
When you couldn’t feel him on you anymore, you opened your eyes groggily, searching for him. Jisung reappeared in the room not a moment later, silly smiling. You made grabby hands at him, wanting someone to hold on to. “Okay, okay. Cuddles,” he jumped into bed next to you, holding you as if you were made of glass.
You rolled onto your side, his chest against your back. But when you shifted your hips, you felt someone poking at the back of your thigh. Immediately, your eyes opened. “Jisung?”
“I had too much pre work out,” he said, slightly ashamed that he was still rock hard. But you flipped back over and deviously smiled, suddenly full of energy again.
“Oh god, don’t look at me like that,” he muttered. Before he could protest further, you leaned in to kiss him. The kiss started to become slightly more heated until he pulled away. “Can I come with you in the store next time?”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his request, nodding and connecting your lips again. It was going to be a long day.
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A/N: wasn’t really sure how i wanted to go about this buuut i enjoyed writing it!! not gonna lie, those pre work out drinks are fucking crazy. I had some to keep me up while studying for final exams...got lots of studying done..o_o
send me more requests! this was so fun and im more than happy to do them!!!
-momo < 3
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yoxm · 1 year
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Go! Go! MUSCLE RACHA💪🏼🐿️💪🏼🐺💪🏼🐖🐇✨
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False Play
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Genre: playboy!Chan, friends to lovers, slight crack
Warnings: none
Request: no
Characters: Chan, Han, Changbin
Word Count: 2.2k
Y/N glares at Chan from across the room. She doesn't even know why she's in their dressing room - all she's doing is putting herself up for getting her heart broken again.
She tells herself she's here for her other friends. To tell them how well they did at their concert.
Maybe that's not entirely true.
She watches Chan as he paces the room back and forth, his fingers gentle on the staff's elbows as he brushes past them, his eyes twinkling as he smiles at them. She frowns, sliding down the sofa, suddenly in a worse mood than before.
Jisung flops down onto the sofa next to Y/N with a lavish sigh. He slides his amused gaze to her; it's full of knowing and a slight smirk twitches on his lips.
Y/N stares at him.
"Hello?" She says, cocking her head to the side. "How can I help?"
Jisung starts to laugh. "Oh are you playing customer service? Hi, I have this really big issue … I don't know what the issue is but I have one. Can you help?"
"Oh shut up," Y/N pushes him as he erupts into a comical bark of laughter. He falls into the armrest of the sofa which only makes him laugh harder, Y/N rolling her eyes in mild exasperation at him. "What do you want?"
Jisung sits back up again and flings an arm around the back of the sofa as he leans closer to her. He follows her gaze despite already knowing his own gaze will land on Chan.
"Talk to him," Jisung says in a low voice. "I know you want to."
Y/N immediately scowls and pushes him away again. "No."
"Why not?" Jisung huffs. "You've liked him for months. You know he likes you too."
Just then, Changbin appears and flings himself into the seat on Y/N's other side. She's sandwiched in between two of her friends and she sighs, dropping her face into her hands.
Changbin raises an eyebrow, curious. "What's going on?"
He swivels his gaze from Jisung’s wide eyed face to Y/N who's scowl has deepened, her eyes stuck on Chan again.
"Ah," Changbin nods. "The usual."
Jisung laughs at that and high fives Changbin over Y/N's head. Then he clears his throat as Y/N gives him a death stare, and he wraps his arms around her instead, shaking her as if his life depends on it.
"Why won't you talk to him?" Jisung whines, elongating every word as Changbin starts to chuckle. Then Changbin wraps his arms around Y/N too, following suit as Y/N sighs heavily and resists the urge to knock the pair of them out with a spoon.
"You're so annoying," She opts for instead as she wrestles out of their tight grip. "Almost as annoying as him."
"Oof," Changbin winces at that and he rubs the nape of his neck with a hand. "That's harsh."
Then he leans closer to her, the three of them huddled together and conversing in hushed tones.
From the other side of the room, Chan stares at them. He raises an irked eyebrow, itching to know what they're talking about.
"Why won't you talk to him?" Changbin asks Y/N quietly. "No stupid answers."
Y/N sighs. She curls her knees up to her chest and stares at Chan as he turns around, his back to them all.
"He's a dick," Y/N scowls. "He's like, the biggest fuckboy I've ever seen."
At that, Jisung bursts into laughter. He seems to find her statement so amusing that he starts choking, his eyes bulging out of his head.
"Sorry," Jisung wheezes, thumping himself on his chest. It does nothing to calm the calamity of his choking, and he reaches for a random water bottle, chugging the contents without wondering who's drink it is. "Sorry. Not funny. Continue."
Changbin glares at him. He mutters something under his breath about letting Y/N talk, and Jisung slides a hand across his face, his expression morphing into a serious one.
"He flirts with everyone," Y/N mutters, picking at the seams of a rogue cushion. "The staff, the fans, the random old lady on the street, the woman behind the counter of the bagel shop, the fucking ancient fossil living down the road … it's maddening."
At that, Changbin's lips twitch with humour. He leans forward and rests an elbow on his knee, discreetly covering his face with a hand.
"Okay, so that's a problem how … ?" Changbin prompts softly. "He's single. It's not like he's technically doing something wrong."
"Yeah, I know, but what if we actually got together?" Y/N sighs. "He'd probably continue flirting. And I don't want to be with someone who's chatting up half the nation."
Jisung chokes on his water. It sputters out of his nostrils and he bursts into laughter all over again just as Changbin and Y/N stare at him in disgust.
Chan turns around at the commotion; he narrows his eyes when he sees the trio with goofy smiles on his face, and he flings his jacket down in annoyance.
Y/N looks up. Her eyes land on his and she blinks as Chan quickly looks away; she frowns, annoyed.
"Have you talked to him about it?" Changbin nudges her softly. "You know … I don't think he's doing it on purpose. He'd stop if you asked him to."
"Yeah, I mean … it's not like he actually fucks anyone either," Jisung rambles, and Y/N stares at him in surprise. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't tell him I told you."
"You're lying," Y/N says. "Jisung … what the fuck man."
"I'm not lying," Jisung rolls his eyes. "Haven't you figured it out yet? He's the kind of man who only wants to have sex with a woman that he really, really loves. Like, probably after marriage, I don't know. He's a hopeless romantic but doesn't want to show it. So he hides it behind his really bad way of flirting."
"Yeah, I don't believe you," Y/N shakes her head and kicks out at him. "How is that even vaguely possible? He acts like … like a slut. And he looks … like that."
"You know," Changbin smiles and leans back. "For someone who's in love with him, you do have a weird way of talking about him."
"I'm not in love with him," Y/N mutters as her nose turns pink.
Just then, Chan appears in front of the little group. His curiosity has gotten the best of him; he cocks his head to the side and forcefully plasters a friendly smile on his face.
"Who are you in love with?" He asks Y/N quietly. "Who's the lucky man?"
Y/N stares at him. Jisung and Changbin both stare at their friend before turning to Y/N. Their eyes lock over Y/N's head and they smirk, the same idea flashing in their minds.
Together, they both abruptly push her out of her seat and shove her towards Chan. She stumbles, caught off guard, and Jisung giggles when Chan has to catch her, his eyes widening when her hands land on his chest.
"S - sorry," Y/N drops her hands and steps back, her cheeks flushing profusely. She turns and glares at Jisung who in return mouths at her to talk to him.
She scowls. She sticks her tongue out at him; she knows he has a point.
"Y/N had something she wanted to ask you," Jisung says loudly, leaning back against the sofa.
Chan's gaze lands on Y/N. "Really?"
Cursing under her breath, Y/N exhales slowly and flashes him a small smile. "Yeah. I guess."
Before she knows what's happening, Chan circles his fingers around her wrist; she can hear Changbin and Jisung chuckling behind her as Chan pulls her out of the room and leads her down the quiet corridor.
"Where are we going?" Y/N asks, following him outside. She looks down at their hands; he's still holding hers, and when he realises, he drops it.
"Sorry," he mutters. Then he shrugs. "Needed some fresh air. And … I mean, I actually want to ask you something too."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Chan nods, heading towards a bench. "Just didn't want to talk in there with the kids listening. It's embarrassing."
"Tell me about it," Y/N snorts as she sits beside him, making him laugh.
They lapse into a very awkward silence. Uneasy, they both turn to each other and speak at the same time.
"I was wondering - "
"Can I - "
They both break off with grins as they shyly giggle at each other.
Rubbing the nape of his neck, Chan makes a small gesture with his other hand. "After you," he says, and Y/N can't help but internally panic; is she really about to ask him what she wants to?
"I just … " she sighs and leans back against the bench. None of the words swimming around her mind seem fitting; so she shakes her head and smiles. She opens a water bottle and takes a sip. "Nothing. Nothing … it doesn't matter. What were you going to say?"
Chan raises an eyebrow. But he doesn't press her any further, instead turns to his side and looks at her carefully.
"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Chan asks.
Y/N chokes on her water; it spills over her chin and lands on her lap in a small stream. She's suddenly reminded of Jisung’s earlier escapade and she thumps her chest, only coughing harder.
Smiling, Chan reaches into his pocket. He retrieves a packet of tissues and pulls one out before handing it over to the stunned girl.
"Not quite the response I was hoping for … " Chan jokes as she dabs at the water on her face. "Was I too hopeful in thinking maybe you'd say yes?"
"Yes," Y/N replies. Then she shakes her head, realising what she just said. "I mean no. No, you weren't."
Chan bites his lip. "So … ?"
Setting the water bottle down beside her, Y/N stares at the man who watches her with a heavy gaze. She exhales, looking down at her lap.
"Why do you flirt with everyone?" She blurts out before she can stop herself; when the question is out her eyes widen at just how ridiculous it sounds and she sighs, dropping her face into her hands.
Chan's eyes widen in surprise. "I - what?"
Y/N blinks at him. "You're such a player, Chan. I don't want to date you if you keep doing that."
Chan lets her words sink in. He's quiet before he leans back, a small smile playing at his lips as he looks up at the sky.
"I don't realise I'm doing it half the time," Chan says softly; his tone of voice is strange, half wistful, half sad, and Y/N looks up at him, suddenly intrigued.
"I feel very empty these days," Chan continues slowly. "I guess when I 'flirt' with people, it fills me with adrenaline, and it makes them happy which in return makes me happy, you know? I … I don't know. Flirting just distracts me from how lonely I feel sometimes … I never mean what I say in a romantic or sexual way … it's just a way to pass time. And it makes the fans happy, which is ultimately what I want."
He looks over at Y/N who is staring at him in bewilderment. "And also … I didn't know if you liked me or not. And it frustrated me … so I just … "
"Ended up flirting even more?" Y/N finishes for him. It makes him laugh, and his sad eyes crinkle up as he nods.
"Yeah," he grins. He scoots closer to her and nudges her gently with his shoulder. "Did it really bother you that much?"
"Oh gosh, ask Jisung," Y/N frowns. "I rant about you to him all the time. And Changbin too … they're the only ones who know … that I like you too."
Chan smiles at that. His nose turns pink as he looks down at his hands trembling in his lap; he clasps them together to stop the movement. "Is that why you're always with them?"
"Yeah," Y/N nods. Then she grins. "Why? You jealous?"
"Yeah, actually," Chan chuckles shyly. "I always want to know what you guys are laughing about … I hate that I'm on the outside."
Y/N leans her cheek against his arm. The movement makes him suddenly nervous and he laughs, looking away as his heartbeat drums rapidly in his chest.
Y/N stares at him in alarm. She can hear the sound and she can't help but reach out and place a hand over his chest, making him jump.
"Are you … okay?" Y/N asks him, his heart running against his fingers.
"No, yes," Chan's breath shudders and he pulls his cap down over his face, hiding his eyes. "Look, how can you think I'm a player? I've never even confessed to someone … until now. You know how nervous I was? I still am," Chan rambles.
Y/N giggles. Suddenly feeling mischievous, she cleans closer to him, making him yelp. "Hey Chan?"
" … yeah?"
"Can I kiss you?"
It's Chan's time to choke. He lets out a little squeak as his ears turn red, Y/N's laughter tinkling around him.
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ppiri-bahng · 2 years
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i. 3racha x thick!reader
ii. 18+ minors dni, manhandling, just muscleracha brainrot at this rate
iii. everyone say thank you to @lixesque for the brainrot hehe
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It’s no secret that Chan is practically sculpted by the gods themselves, taking extra time to define and chisel out every dip and curve the man has. It doesn’t help your sanity at all knowing what lies beneath his clothes. It also doesn’t help that when it’s just the two of you he seems to forget what clothes even are, opting to strut around your apartment in nothing but his tight underwear that has you subconsciously clenching your thighs at the breathtaking sight.
What really gets you are the days he comes over after working out, covered in sweat from head to toe, his locks curling with the moisture and his muscles still involuntarily flexed from his work out. He’s a walking wet dream. He knows what he’s doing of course, coming over to your place so late at night looking like this and it ends the same way every time, back pressed against the cool tile as he takes you roughly against the shower wall. However, tonight there was something more feral about him. After your shower he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, hands roaming your stomach and sides—squeezing at the plush flesh like he always does when he’s feeling needy.
“Want to try something,” he whispered against your neck pressing a hot kiss against your bare shoulder.
His large hands trailed up your bare thighs that were wrapped around his waist as you sat on the bathroom sink.
“Oh yeah? You know you can do anything to me right?”
A low growl left him at your words and before you knew it he was cupping your ass, lifting you from where you sat perched on the sink with ease as he carried you into the bedroom. Your breath left you as he threw your body onto the bed, a moan leaving your throat at being handled so roughly. Chan let out a grunt as he eyed you, watching the way your thighs and stomach move at the impact.
“Fuck,” he muttered before climbing on the bed to join you, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss.
“You’re so strong,” you moaned as he pulled back, your hands squeezing at his arms.
He had never manhandled you like that before but god what you would give for him to do it again.
“Fucking throw me around like that again please,” you whined as you pulled him closer to you.
Chan chuckled at your already fucked out state just from his strength alone.
“My baby likes that doesn’t she? Likes to be manhandled and tossed around like she’s nothing hm?”
The moan that left your lips was embarrassing but Chan had never heard anything more beautiful.
“P-Please,” you whimper out as your arms and legs wrap around his frame.
Chan knew in that moment that he could never deny you. He would give you anything you desired in a heartbeat.
changbin
That tight black top was haunting you. Your eyes didn’t stray from the way it clung to his chest, squeezing his perfectly toned arms to the point where your mouth was watering at the sight. You knew Changbin had been gaining more muscle recently but right now you could see how much his hard work had been paying off. In truth you had half a mind throw yourself in the pool and attempt to drown just to feel your lovers strong arms curling around your body to save you.
You didn’t do that of course but the thought was tempting. You should have been embarrassed at the way you ogled him, undressing him with your eyes but you weren’t. Not when Changbin was staring back at you with the same glint in his eye. You had to admit, you liked the attention on you. Sitting up, you slipped your shirt off your body, chest bouncing as the hem of your shirt catches on your tits when you pull the fabric over your head. You see Changbin curse as his eyes fall to your chest then slowly take in the rest of you laid out on the chair.
You heard a low whistle, turning to find Minho staring at you.
“Looking good Y/n. New swimsuit?”
You knew exactly what he was doing and it was working if the scowl on Changbin’s face was anything to go by.
“Fuck off,” he grumbled at the man before making his way to the edge of the pool, lifting himself out with ease.
You almost let out a sound at the way his muscles flexed as he did so but refrained from embarrassing yourself. Before you could register what was happening your wrist was in Changbin’s grasp and you were being led back into the house and to his bedroom.
“You like getting attention from the others huh,” Changbin asked as he backed you into the door.
You shook your head, whining at the feeling of his hand resting over your neck—squeezing it ever so slightly.
“No? Seemed to enjoy it when hyung was practically eye-fucking you.”
Changbin watched you, gaze hardened as you writhed against him.
“N-No, only want you to look at me—only want you.”
With that Changbin’s hoisted you up, a surprised yelp leaving your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist. Changbin dropped you on the bed, manhandling you with ease onto your stomach. You whined loudly at the action, feeling yourself beginning to slip at the rough treatment.
“Did you like that baby? Like when I’m rough with you bun.”
You let out a soft mewl as he ground himself into your ass, hands played across your stomach as he kneaded softly into the flesh.
“I asked you a question y/n.”
“L-Like when you’re rough with me. Feels good,” you slurred as your mind fell fuzzy to the feeling of Changbin’s cock dragging across your clothed cunt.
“Good cause I’m just getting started baby.”
jisung
“What a pleasant surprise” Jisung grunted as you moved on top of him, small moans falling from your lips as you rutted against him.
He smirked at you before sitting up, grasping your hips as he flips your position with ease. You moaned at the sudden movement, feeling his back muscles flex beneath your fingers as your lips met once more.
“What happened to my cute little Y/n hm,” he asks as he pulls away ever so slightly.
“S-Still cute,” you whimper out as he bites the juncture of your neck.
When Jisung had left for the gym you were on your shared bed, snuggled in the blankets—your eyes lazily following him around the room as he got ready. Your cheeks were puffed with sleep and squished against his pillow and it took everything him him not to coo at the sight. However, his soft girlfriend was gone the minute he returned home—finding you in your shared bedroom, waiting for him in the middle of the bed with his favorite lingerie on.
Jisung clicks his tongue as he pulls back to look down at you. This eyes travel over your exposed chest at the way your lacy bra squishes your tits together. They trail even further down to your plush stomach and the way the lace beautifully accentuates every dip and curve. And your thighs, fuck your thighs—practically swallowing his tiny waist whole as the material of your garter dug into him.
“Fuck you’re so pretty like this. All dressed up, letting me see all of you like this,” he breathlessly whispers as his hips work against yours.
Jisung is about to lose his mind at your little noises and the way your body jiggles with every grind of his hips against yours.
You’re just so fucking beautiful all laid out for him to just take.
Jisung’s fingers dig into your sides, a whine leaving his mouth as his mind becomes foggy.
“Let me inside you beautiful. Please? Let me make you feel good.”
A soft laugh leaves your at his fucked out state.
“Only if you throw me around again like you did earlier,” you bat your eyelashes up at him.
Jisung feels the breath being knocked out of him. You like when he’s rough with you? Like when he throws you around like it’s nothing?
Who was Jisung to deny you both the pleasure?
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killedpink · 1 year
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✧ ☄︎ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
started: 27/02/23 | last updated: 25/08/23 | CODE: [♡] smut — [☽] fluff — [☁︎] angst — [⭐︎] personal favs
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luvrhyune · 1 year
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ THATS MY MAN . 3RACHA .
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; 3racha x readers.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; a collection of smau’s about falling in love with the boys from 3racha over the different seasons !!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ GENRE ; smau’s, fake dating & best friends to lovers, exes to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers !!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ WARNINGS ; each smau has their own set of warnings.
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— featuring idols ; skz ot8, soyeon, yuqi & minnie (gidle), txt ot5 & more !
— notices ;
the plot & any oc’s belong to me.
do not steal OR translate my work.
DO NOT SPAM LIKE EACH CHAPTER.
y/n will have a female face claim in EVERY smau.
masterlist.
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ CUFFIN’ SZN . SEO CHANGBIN .
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; seo changbin x gn! reader.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; winter was the time that any couple thrived, seeing as they had each other to keep warm. you so badly wanted to experience what it was like to have a partner during winter time, thank god you have your warm, muscular best friend; seo changbin, to make your winter wonderland wishes come true !!
— the start of our adventure. cuffin’ szn masterlist.
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ HOT GIRL BUMMER . BANG CHAN .
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; bang chan x fem! reader.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; summer was the time for parties, getting wasted and repeating for the entire week. that was your plan, until your ex boyfriend happened to show up at every club you went to !!
— a year after our czn adventure. hot girl bummer masterlist.
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ HEARTBREAKER . HAN JISUNG .
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; han jisung x fem! reader.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; growing up you were never shown the correct example of what unconditional love was, so you believed it didn’t exist… so why was this nerd of a boy, making you feel things you didn’t know existed?
— this adventure starts during hgb’s 13th ep. heartbreaker masterlist.
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-; ✧˖*°࿐ TAG LIST !!
@hyunverse , @ddenoudepression , @sadge-momo , @asters-abditory-deactivated2023 , @foxinnie8 , @aestheticsluut , @arcane-sage , @hwajin .
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besamehyuka · 9 months
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Let’s Keep Her: Sweet One
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WARNING
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THIS CONTAINS SCENES WHICH MAY BE UNPLEASANT FOR SOME READERS! SUCH AS; INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING, WORDS, ACTIONS AND PHRASES. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT/MAFIA/ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES; DO NOT READ!!
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You were led to a blood red room, filled with paintings of 9 men, one had a dark red x slashed across his face, hiding it, guarding it, almost like he had been kicked out, but then again, that was your assumption.
You could really care less, but then again, he hadn’t kidnapped you, he hadn’t held you hostage, he hadn’t gripped you tightly, like now. You felt hands trace up the crevice of your back and felt eyes on you, checking you, studying you, and you instantly slapped them away. Wanting no one to touch you, no one!
“Hey.” The voice stated, much more calm and full of life, more so than the others you had encountered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said and you whipped around to find a younger looking male, no older than yourself,stare at you, his eyes sharp but content, full of understanding, almost as if he knew where you had been.
Like he had been in your shoes at one time. Like he had felt fear in his life. In his golden eyes, there was compassion, empathy, sincerity and you felt yourself trusting him a little bit. just a little bit, no more than that.
“I’m Jeongin.” He stated, reaching his hand out for you to take, but when you didn’t he understood, and nodded leading you into an exam room, one that you’ve seen in doctor’s offices. One that you used to feel safe in, but this time you weren’t so sure.
“What are you going to do with me?” You found yourself saying, drawing uneasy by the numerous knives and carving tools that sat beside him, and he cleaned off his desk.
“No worries, I have strict orders to not harm you. And I wouldn’t have planned to anyways. It’s against my nature, my code of conduct if you will.” He responded without your eyes on him. “I’m the healer, or chief doctor, I’m just going to do a check up and see if everything’s okay. I won’t cut you, stick you with any needles, nothing like that.” He reassured you. 
His demeanor was unlike those other men, and you felt safe so you simply nodded, slipping into the examination chair, letting him take your vital signs, pulse, temperature and anything else he needed. 
His hands worked like they’ve done this numerous times, so delicately, so patient, so demanding. Nothing too harsh, and you found yourself wanting more from him.
“I’m Y/n.” You said abruptly into the silence you had caused, wanting no more of it as he only nodded and chuckled in response.
“I know.” He stated, tracing your veins in your arms as you shivered. You could tell he had no ill intent and he seemed like he also had no intention or desire to feast upon your blood, which was good. 
“It’s just like them.” He growled, rolling his eyes as he stared at you. 
“Huh?” You asked confusion spreading through your body like a wildfire. 
“My brothers.” He responded fast. “The way they treated you, its not what a gentleman should do . I apologize for their rude behavior. Especially Minho.” 
You wondered how could he have possibly known, but he raised his hand in protest and went on to explain.
“I can tell your emotion, and then through those emotions I can relive what experiences you went through. All through touch.” He said, closing his eyes releasing his grip on your wrist. “No big deal. I won’t intrude again, I didn’t mean to, but you were projected very vividly, you were very angry and I couldn’t stop, so I just had to see.”
You bit your lip and nodded. It felt confusing, but you simply nodded. “I understand. 
“You’re very healthy.” Jeongin finally gave you your results, leaving back against the wooden table he smiled, a smile that sent shivers up your spine. He was so nice, it pained you to see him work for these assholes. What had made him come here? What on earth was he doing? 
“May I ask, are you a...”
“Am I a vampire?” Jeongin answered for you, crossing his arms over his chest as a chuckle erupted from his mouth. “God no.”
“Then.. then what are you?” You asked, your mouth starting to become dry and cloudy, same with your mind. Minho had said they weren’t just a coven of vampires, but you had thought he was just being a tease, and a liar, but so far he was telling the truth.
“I’m a Kitsune. Don’t think too much about it. It’s not important, and it won’t ever be. Just try and enjoy your time here. Once you get used to us, we won’t bother you.” He replied, smiling softly. 
Just like that, the conversation was over. 
A million questions circled your head. A kitsune. What was that? You had only heard of Vampires, werewolves, and demons. Sure you weren’t into lore and myths, but you had known what those things were. 
Suddenly, the door swung open revealing Chan, his cold red eyes fixed on yours as he took your orbs in, his blue hair wet with rain as he smirked devilishly at you, smirking as he drew near.
“So?” He asked, humming deeply, so deep it sounded like a growl, and you knew it was to claim you, to tame you almost. You make you his, but you didn’t want to be his. 
A look from Jeongin confirmed this as he dropped his gaze from you to Chan and talked about your test results. About how everything showed up normal and good, everything was alright, and Chan nodded, sighing.
Why was he sighing? Why was he sad when everything was alright?
Was he hoping you were sick so he could mark you right then and there and change you? Was he hoping you had some kind of terminal illness like cancer so he could kill you quick and drag you into his world and be his vampire queen? 
Like you could ever?!
But you didn’t want Chan! So far he had shown you nothing but impatience, he had shown you nothing but cruel torture. He had shown you what vampires were truly like. 
And you found yourself slowly becoming attracted to that man, that doctor, the one who had smiled at you, who had held your hand, and who had made you know he wasn’t going to hurt you. Who had proved it to you. 
You felt yourself falling for the sweet one, Jeongin. 
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changbinholic · 9 months
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Getting drunk on your touch
↬pairing: Bangchan/ Han Jisung|Han/ Seo Changbin
↬rated E pwp
↬Word count: 3.787
↬Summary:Changbin is venom, Chan is his host, Jisung is their neighbour that totally has a thing for monsters
↬a/n: brainworms that came to life because I'm insane ok bye
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aygotnobitches · 2 years
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A Normal Day..?
(Poly!) 3racha x Male Reader
Summary: When (M/n) has a suspiciously calm morning without his boyfriends causing havoc, he’s on edge. So his mission for today is to investigate.
Warnings: Mentions of vomit, leading ppl on (well deserved) 😫, attempt at seducing, cum, talking dirty
AN: Doing a favor for Rou, hope u like it! And sry that it’s kinda short, I’ve been up all day yesterday.
Contains: Suggestive, Fluff/Angst(?), Smut
Taglist: @roulette010
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It’s been 4 hours since (M/n) woke up. He’d been pretty irritated all morning since his boyfriends weren’t in bed with him. Normally he’d be okay with this as they were idols with pretty hectic schedules. But today was their day off & he kinda hoped to spend the day with them. But when he couldn’t find them & was left on delivered when trying to text them, to say he was stressed was an understatement. Even after making breakfast, doing the dishes, & getting ready for the day alone, he still hadn’t received word. Why couldn’t they just respond? If they wanted to do something alone, they could’ve told him & he would’ve been fine with it. But none of that happened.
“Seriously, what are they up to?” (M/n) grumbled.
He laid on the sofa mopping. At this point, he just wanted to see his babies & cry into them, but still give them a piece of his mind. He decides to text the other members if they’ve seen the trio. But when they all said ‘no’, (M/n) had enough. Whatever stunt they were pulling, they were gonna get it when he finds them.
He huffs & stands up, walking towards the door. He slips on his shoes & heads out. The first place he stops by is the studio. Sometimes they like to hold of V LIVEs early in the morning or work on music. But when he sees that all the studios are empty, he gets frustrated.
He pulls out his phone decided to call designer FaceTime their group chat. The first time doesn’t go through. 
“Okayy, maybe they missed it…” (M/n) said slightly annoyed.
He calls again. None of them pick up.
Call after call, text after text, nothing.
His face scrunches up. At this point, they were fucking with him.
(M/n) stomps his way up the stairs, deciding to head towards to practice rooms.
Once he made it, he checked them all. Some of them were empty, others were occupied with some of the stray kids member or another group practicing. As much as he would’ve loved to say hi & chitchat with them, he had a priority & it was to square up with his boyfriends.
(M/n) squats down & leans his head on the wall, looking at the ceiling. This was frustrating. Just why are they avoiding him? They haven’t gone in an argument or anything, so what they were doing was kinda irrational.
(M/n) inhales deeply.
“Fine. I guess I can play around, too.” He then smirk.
He stands up & heads back to their dorm.
Oh god, what’s he planning?
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*different pov*
“Yah, that’s why you shouldn’t eat so much.” Changbin laughed slapping his hand on Han’s back.
“BMPH- Oh God, just shut up…” Han tried holding onto his stomach. He definitely should’ve have eaten all that Samgyeobasl.
“Yeah, well have you learned your lesson?” Chan asked rolling his eyes. He knows they haven’t had KBBQ in a while, but they still couldn’t go ham to the point of vomiting.
“Heh, well, it was all worth it~” Han cooed.
Chan lightly elbowed Han. While they’re talking, Chan pulls his phone. He knows the 3 if then having been trying to avoid talking to (M/n). But they were doing him a ‘favor’. They’ve noticed how he’s gotten & they assumed it was because of them. So to put him at ease, they left him alone for part of the day so he could relax & put their phones on silent.
But boy, did it do the opposite. 
When Chan opens his phone, he sees the spam calls in the spam messages from their boyfriend.
“Oh no…” the oldest gulped in English.
The 3 stop walking & Changbin & Han look at his with confused eyes.
“What?” They both asked.
“We’re screwed.” Chan replied scratching the back of his head.
“Wait-”
“You mean-”
Chan says a long ‘yup’. They all did it now. They knew they wouldn’t be led off the hook, but they weren’t expecting him to react this badly.
“We should probably head back. It is mid-afternoon.” Changbin chimes in.
“Right. Let’s go.” Chan agrees.
The trio start jogging back to the company, but of course had to go easy on Han. Poooor Han
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*(M/n)’s pov*
“Annnnd that should be it!”
(M/n) was currently standing in the mirror checking himself out. He was wearing sheer lingerie with a skimpy mini dress over it, revealing his bare shoulders, back, & thighs. These were gifted to (M/n) last year for his birthday by his boyfriends, but could never find the time to wear it. But now that he has a reason to rile up his boyfriends, it was opportunity too perfect to pass.
(M/n) opens the groupchat with his boyfriends.
🐓🐓🐓🧍🏻‍♀️
Changaroo🦘
Hey, baby?? Are you okay?? I’m sorry for not texting you! 🥺 Pls let us explain, we wanted to give you space..
Binnie🐽🐽
^ Right, Our bad baby! We make it up to you! 🥺
G-Idle: HANN🐿️
^^^^ What they said!!!!! 🥺
The Best😼
*seen*
(M/n)’s phone kept buzzing with ‘sorry’’s, ‘ily’’s, & cute emojis, but they needed to learn that their action have consequences. unavoidable reference 💀
But before he began, he walked out headed towards the dining room. He had a feeling the trio would trying breaking in, he drags a chair to the front door & tilts it underneath the knob.
“Just in case~” (M/n) cutely giggled.
He heads back to bedroom & positions himself infront of the body mirror. He opens the camera app & starts recording. His hands dragged across his chest & thighs, pinching & squeezing his most sensitive bits. He seductively bends over & zooms in on his thighs wear the dress starts to hike up & reveal the pretty matching panties. He slowly wiggles his ass a bit.
Thinking that was long enough, he stops recording & sends it to the group chat. Then, he comes up with another idea. On tiktok, the red lights challenge was a pretty popular challenge. So maybe if he acted it out, it would get his boyfriend all riled up. Plus, they did have color-changing LED lights in their room so everything seemed to work out just fine.
it wearing something sexy & revealing, now would be the perfect time to use them.
He grabs the remote & turns them to red. He kills the bedroom lights, sticks his phone on the mirror, & presses record again. Being kinda photogenic himself, he knew some sexy poses that could rile up his boyfriends.
For his first pose, he placed his hands on the wall while arching his back with one leg slightly up. He wanted to showcase some flexibility. The next pose was him arching his bank while all on fours. Now this, was hella suggestive. After all, their spicy sessions would end up with him on all fours, anyways. And the finally pose was probably the best. He gets up & grabs his phone & angles it from above his head. He sits in a w-position & starts bouncing. 
“A-ah~! F-fuck, it’s too m-much, sir! God, p-please.. help meee~” (M/n) moaned. Yeah, the moans were fake, but when he replayed the video, he was surprised at how real they sounded.
He sends & starts to backread his boyfriends’ messages. And boy, were they horny.
Changaroo🦘
Fuck, baby… you looked so good in that dress what got you. You’re making us hard
G-Idle: HANN🐿️
B-babe you’re teasing us…🥺 Pls let us in & we’ll make you feel better ❤️
(M/n) smirked. He had his boyfriends successfully wrapped around his fingers. But, he was not expecting the next thing sent.
Binnie🐽🐽
*video*
(M/n)‘s eyes widened. The first thing he saw was a hand over Changin’s crotch. He was salivating. He saw how big the bulge was in Changbin’s pants. He knew he was packing, but this seemed like he wanted to tease him, too. (M/n)’s bulge started growing. He could already feel his cock pulsating & leaking precum through his lingerie. But not wanting to give in, he tries his best ignoring it & presses play. It’s Changbin touching himself while taking dirty.
“Ahh, baby~ Why you doing this, hm? If you’re so needy for us, just say so. You think you can hide from us, huh? You think you can tease us by sending those sexy videos of you moaning & shaking your ass? Once we get in, I’m gonna shove my fat cock down your throat that it’ll be my shape~ My perfect little cocksleeve- Fuckkk~”
Then the video stops.
(M/n) couldn’t help but replay the video over and over. Just hearing Changbin talk dirty like that–even if it was over the phone–felt like he had physical control over him as if he was infront off him. While replaying the video, he lets his imagination run wild. He behind jerking off just at the thought of himself gagging on his boyfriend’s long dick, being all cockdrunk. The tip of his own cock started to twitch. Not wanting to be loud, he covered his mouth while continuing to jerk off. After finally reaching his climax, pulls down the underwear to see the mess. Yup, cum everywhere. He snaps a picture of it & decides to get cleaned up. After throwing the clothes in the hamper & wiping himself down, he grabs his phone to FaceTime his boyfriends. They finally answered.
“… heyyy” (M/n) casually says.
“Hey naughty~” Changbin says mischievously.
“We saw the cum. You think you can let us in & continue?” Chan smirked at the suggestion, then pointing his phone down at his still hard boner.
“Pleaseee, baby!! We’re so hard for you & wanna fill you up & make you feel good!” Han begged.
(M/n) heard him unzips pants assuming he was whipping out his cock to start jerking off. But despite the tempting offer, he was still upset about them leaving him earlier.
“Hmm sorry guys. Y’all are staying with the boys!” (M/n) cheekily responded.
“Hey, wha-” Chan tried butting in, but (M/n) hung up too fast. He laughed evilly.
“Now they’ll finally getta taste of their own medicine~” then plops down on the bed, falling asleep from earlier’s pleasure.
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fairlylino · 1 year
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SECRET SECRET / hwang hyunjin au / CHAPTER 1
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authors note; im so excited to be sharing the first episode of secret secret with you guys! im hoping that you enjoy reading this as much as I did with writing it !
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Hyunjin loved it. He loved every second of doing this. 
He felt so much at peace, so much comfort and so much relief in what he is doing. 
Drawing, painting, sketching. 
In his apartment, alone, with soft music playing in the background of his slight messy room due to paint brushes and paper, with his hair being brushed back with a hairband, and wearing a glove to not get his hand messy. 
His friends always call him an old soul. They cant seem to understand the passion the long haired male has for art. 
But he didnt mind that. 
They got along nevertheless, having the time of their lives together, being best of friends ever since attending highschool. 
Now theyre adults, free from school and deciding to work together. Even living at the same place. 
Hyunjin, Bangchan, and Jisung. 
Its a weird trio, honeslty, because their interests are nothing alike. 
Well, only some of them aren’t.
What they equally find interesting is music. Making, producing and dancing to music. They loved it.
Thats the reason why the young three males own a little group, gaining a bit of followers on soundcloud, following to grow even bigger on youtube.
Jisung being the songrwriter, Bangchan the producer and Hyunjin the dancer.
They loved what they were doing. Music was like a golden pear keeping them as best friends.
They do say you get along best with people that are nothing like you.
No one believes the story on how they met. Because how can three people who absolutely hated the guts of each other, end up sharing an apartment, living together ever since?
They dont know how that worked out, but it definitely did and theyre glad it did.
All three have different kinds of interests besides music, and they all respect that.
Hyunjins interests just happened to be art.
He loved painting his surroundings, his thoughts, pictures he captured, moments he shared with his friends full of joy and happiness.
As well as his dreams.
He cant seem to get tired of it. Ever.
Ever since that one dream.
It was something about dreaming, that inspired him so much. He found it so interesting to think how the human brains works and how it processes past experiences through dreaming.
Every now and then he remembers another detail of the dream, immediately sketching it, so he wont forget.
See, some people write down their dreams, Hyunjin likes to draw them.
Which is honestly way more difficult.
Since with every day that passes, the fear of forgetting grows bigger.
Sketch after sketch he would try his best to draw every detail of the female.
Why was he so invested in it?
Because it was the first and last time he’d seen her. Every night he would pray to see her once again, how he would do everything to talk to her, hear her beautiful voice again, looking into her angelic eyes again.
But nothing.
Thats what made him so invested. He understood every reason behind his dreams, associating them with his reality and experiences. But what was this one about?
He softly drew her hair, how they swayed in the wind and breeze, the hem of dress following the movements, and her gentle, sparkly face.
Her eyes were the most difficult part.
Why is it that, the part he remembers the most were her eyes, but also were the hardest to draw?
Sketch after sketch he’d try again, thinking the more he’d draw her, the more perfect he would remember her.
Did he tell his friends about his dream?
Yes.
Did he tell them she was the girl he kept drawing?
No.
They didnt, and shouldnt know anything about him drawing the girl of his dreams.
What they know is that one dream keeps him up at night, that he wishes to dream the same thing again.
His friend realised ever since that one specific dream, he has been acting different.
As if he got reminded of something bad happening in his past life.
But they never dared to ask. Because even Hyunjin didnt have an answer to that.
With a knock on the door, he got distracted from his thoughts.
“Jinnie, we are going out to eat, wanna come?” Jisung asked, not fully entering and only reaching his head out the door.
Hyunjin sat on his bed, the sketchbook in his hand taking a look at it again.
He hated it. It looked nothing like her.
He always messed up her eyes.
He sighed.
Maybe he needs a break, some fresh air.
“Sure, I’ll get ready.”
They were at their favourite cafe, being regual customers ever since they moved here, across the street. It was small, never full and fit their vibes and comfort just perfect.
“Not going to lie I am a bit nervous…” Chan fiddled his fingers, playing with the straw of his drink.
Jisung rose an eyebrow. “Why? Everything will be fine. We’ve been waiting for this since forever,” he replied.
Chan sighed, nodding. “I know but… arent you nervous one bit? After all we have been working with them for so long, and are finally meeting them in real life…”
Hyunjin agreed. As much as he was excited to finally have some movements in their career, he would lie if he said he wasnt nervous or anxious.
What if they dont get along? What if they’re completely different than what they acted like through all the video calls?
“Listen, guys. We know them for what, six months now? We know them, theyre our friends. We are finally going to meet and work with them. Theres no need to be scared.”
Jisung was right.
They werent strangers.
"Im really excited to see Changbin. That man is a genius," Chan praised his internet friend.
How they met wasnt really anything special. Chan just happened to scroll through instagram, seeing one of his mutuals follow Changbin, talking about how thankful he is to be promoting their newest work.
Chan checked Changbins page out. And was immediatly amazed.
Changbin was also a producer of a small group of 4.
The male never showed shame to slide in his dms, complimenting Changbin for his amazing work.
And thats how they met.
Talking about music from day until night, they eventually started to work on tracks together.
Which finally lead them to see each other after 6 months of working together.
"Im excited to see them all," Jisung added.
"There were two people we havent met even online though, right?" Chan asked.
Jisung nodded. "Yep, We heard them, but didnt get to see them yet. Cant wait."
Bangchan pulled out his phone, opening instagram. "I think Changbin posted a pic recently with them,” he said, scrolling through Changbins page.
“Oh my god, that guy looks so cute,” Bangchan said, zooming on the blonde guy, face covered in freckles and his smile brighter than the sun.
“Damn, and the other one looks… intimidating,” Jisungs eyes widened slightly, grabbing Chans phone out of his hand to see if theres more.
“Wait, whos the girl?” Jisung asked, showing Chan the photo on his phone.
Chan looked confused, since he has never seen the girl before. But on the picture Changbin looked very close with the female.
“Friends, I guess? He would’ve introduced us to her if she was in their group as well.”
Whilst Chan and Jisung were scrolling through Chabgbins Instagram page, Hyunjin took his time to get out his sketchbook again.
He took every chance he could to spend time trying to perfect his drawings, yet he was never ever satisfied.
“Your book is going to be full again if you keep redrawing, Hyunjin…” Jisung interrupted him, making him sigh.
“Is it still about the dream?” Chan asked.
Hyunjin was embarrassed. Because it was still about the dream. It has always been ever since the dream.
“I just cant get myself to like it. Its never the way I saw it,” Hyunjin sighed, closing his book.
“Maybe if you’d actually show us what you’re drawing all the time, we could help.”
But Hyunjin never showed them. Even he thought its weird that hes obsessing over that, so what would his friends think if they see him draw him a girl 100 times a day.
“I want to show you guys when im fully comfortable with my work,” he explained, which he said everytime.
And his friends respected that.
“Are you drawing us maybe? A little gift?” Jisung pouted, making Chan giggle and hitting him on his shoulder.
“Yeah yeah,” Hyunjin laughed. “Sure Jisung.”
The rest of the night the three guys took their time to get back into work, being in their full element of doing their thing.
“You two better at least today get some sleep. We need to be fit and presentable tomorrow,” Jisung yawned, slowly making his way to the door, to his room.
“We’ll try,” Chan smiled, waving his friends off.
When it was just the two, Chan stretched himself, walking towards the blonde male. “You’re ready to sleep?”
Hyunjin shrugged his shoulders. “I have to try, but before that i will clean my room a bit.”
“Good, then go, ill finish up some work and will head to bed as well.”
Which was a lie.
Chan cant sleep, hes been struggling with insomnia since forever, yet his friends still encouraged him to try, though it was helpless.
Hyunjin on the other hand, was just a night owl. He loved sleeping, but also enjoyed the silence, peaceful nights.
So the second he plopped on his bed again, he took out his sketchbook.
Flipping through the pages, he took his time to observe and focus on the details.
Her eyes.
Her eyes stood out the most, her eyes were the first thing he noticed and the last thing he remembers.
So why, why cant he draw them just like he has them in mind?
He shook his head, closing the book. He knew if he goes into grabbing is pencil, hed not stop until its daylight.
Hyunjin wasnt a perfectionist, yet he wanted the girl of his dreams to look perfect, just like he remembered her.
He hopes, he wishes and prays to see her just once. This one more time.
And it looked like his prayers didnt work out once again, since he groaned with a stretch, turning off his alarm clock.
But its fine.
Thats what he always tells himself after waking up.
At least today, he tried not to think about it too much.
Today was all about meeting the other boygroup.
What do you wear when you’re first meeting up with people?
Though Changbin and his friends saw each other at their most comfortable state, in nothing but joggers, oversized pyjamas, he still wanted to look good, to at least have a good first impression in real life.
Everyone admired Hyunjin for his sense of fashion. He enjoyed simple things, yet his style was far from simple.
Even if he doesnt try to be stylish, and just puts on whatever, he always manages to style any outfit.
Today was all about black pants with a white buttoned shirt. He decided to keep his hair in a side part, and finished himself up with some perfume.
“We’re going to meet our friends, not a royal Family,” Jisung dropped, after Hyunjin entered the living room.
He stopped and looked down at himself, “Too much?”
With a “yes” from Jisung and an “Only if you’re next to us which is always the case” from Chan, Hyunjin decided to leave it on.
And just like that, they sat at their place in the diner again, waiting for his friends to arrive. It might take awhile, but they werent sure for how long.
“If they take any longer im going to fall asleep,” Jisung sighed, dropping his head on the table.
“Im sure theyll be here soon,” Chan said, starting to lose patience too.
“Ill just go to the toilet,” Hyunjin said, and as he was about to get up, Chan grabbed him.
“But they could be here any minute.”
Hyunjin sighed. “You said the same thing ten minutes ago, itll be fine and im quick.”
Hyunjin went to the bathroom with his head tilted down. He was so upset with himself. Washing his hands he looked up to his reflection in the mirror.
He hated it.
He hated how obvious it was that he's not in the best mood. He doesn't remember the last time he looked cheerful or actually enjoyed doing something.
Even his most favourite activity was pressuring him, so he couldn't even enjoy what he loved doing most.
He kept repeating in his head that he got this, trying to cheer himself up with a sad smile on his face.
He didnt even understand why that dream was affecting him that drastically. And the fact he has no other drives him even more insane.
Trying to shake the overthinking off, he walked back to their table, where he stopped walking midway, when he saw that the new people arrived already.
He didnt realize how long it has been since he last met new people. He was praying his first impression wouldn't be a complete disaster.
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Away from home
Chapter 1
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Away from myself
Chapter 1
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Jisung is worried what’ll happen to 3RACHA once Chan and Changbin leave. He figures at least he’s got you, even if you’re the photographer
Minho and Hyunjin are at the high point of their uni lives. Leading the Dance Society and starting DANCE RACHA along with Felix. The year could not possibly get better
Ryujin and Dami met in their music class along with Jisung. The three became fast friends and Jisung introduced them to the rest of the friend group. They however reintroduced themselves as 2BASCO a name Jisung despises
Turns out Dami and Ryujin had met each tiger before the met Jisung and started a duo
Jisung had a bit of a crush on Dami back when he was in first year she let him down gently and they’re still friends
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one more time
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The most routine, seemingly insignificant tasks in life are so much better with company.
Laundry, for example.
Every piece of the process is just a menial task. Loading machines, watching them wash and spin and wring, folding the warm garments and linens fresh from the dryer. It’s repetitive to the point of being tedious, but it’s necessary. And intimate, somehow.
Maybe it’s because bedding and underwear and towels are things that aren’t usually shared or shown off, not usually part of anyone’s public face. But when you go to a laundromat, like you have to do since your apartment has a washer but not a dryer, everyone else in the room gets a peek at that bit of your life. The intimate, on display. You’ve definitely watched your fair share of tumbling dryers, gazed mindlessly at the multicolored socks and t-shirts waterfalling around the drum of the machine.
A necessary evil, laundry. It’s better with company.
Your cheap sandals squeak against the tile laundromat floor as you wrestle your sheets out of the washing machine and pile them into a front-loading dryer in the very corner of your local laundromat. One headphone in, music playing, the low hum of machines all around. It’s your Sunday routine, every few weeks, when even your spare sheets have been run through and you can’t put off the chore any longer.
One of your freshly-washed pillowcases falls loose as you untangle your duvet cover from the mess of wet fabric, and you curse silently, fumbling for it before it hits the dirty floor.
Luckily, Chan beats you to it.
He leans down with a neat one-handed grab, saving you from having to wash the stupid thing all over again. Right on time, like always.
“Good catch,” you grin.
He hands you the wet pillowcase, and you stuff it into the dryer with the rest. When you glance up again, hands busy with digging the change out of your bag to pay for this last load, Chan has his phone screen tilted towards you.
“Chicken’s on the way,” he tells you, by way of explanation.  
“We gotta start making better choices.”
“We got fries. That’s a vegetable.”
You feed the last of the coins in your wallet into the dryer and start it up before you answer, “Better financial choices.”
“That’s what Changbin is for.”
“Spoiling us with chicken money?”
It’s Chan’s turn to smile. “Supplementing our bad decisions.”
“Good to know there’s a practical reason for keeping him around,” you tease.
“He keeps us around, and he does it only out of pure pity and you know that,” Chan replies.
“I dunno,” you say, draping yourself into one of the stiff folding chairs that the laundromat keeps around for customers, “We’re pretty fun.”
“Is this your definition of fun?” He gestures broadly at the mostly-empty machines lining the wall in front of you, the out-of-date TV that drones some news program.
It’s a valid question, but he already knows the answer.
“Yeah,” you say, honest.
“Hm.” Chan nudges your leg with the toe of one of his slides. “Mine too.”
The two of you don’t usually talk much during your laundromat days. Chan brings his laptop sometimes to work on songs for himself and the guys, or finish up loose ends from his part-time job. You nearly always have your phone out and your headphones on, and today’s no exception, as you scroll through your Instagram feed and tap your foot to the beat of a song Chan himself had recommended to you.
It’s enough just to be there together.
When you return to your shared apartment nearly an hour later with armfuls of clean laundry vacuum-sealed into plastic bags for safekeeping on the walk home, the chicken is waiting outside your front door.
“Whole hall smells like chicken now,” you say, as you push the door open with your full hands.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he grins.  
The laundry goes onto the bare mattress in your bedroom, and the two of you go to the tiny combination living room/kitchen to settle into your usual spots on your squashed little sofa. Sure, the responsible thing is to remake the bed before the linens wrinkle up from being packed away like that, but there’s chicken to eat.
You don’t really know the YouTuber that Chan queues up to watch while the two of you eat, but it doesn’t matter. He watches intently, one gloved hand working methodically and absent-mindedly through the box of fried chicken, and you watch him.
It’s way more interesting to watch his face as the reaction channel’s feature talks through the finer points of some music video, to watch the pile of bones grow on the plate in front of him at an impressive rate. You get to enjoy two of your favorite little things about him at once: his single-minded focus on his passions, and his appetite.
His phone buzzes, right as the pile is threatening to topple over, and Chan peels off his plastic glove to answer it.
“Text?” you ask, fishing around the container of fries.
“Jisung,” he replies.
“What now?”
“Reminding us about date night on Tuesday,” he reports. “Thinks we’re gonna forget.”
“For sure. We only do date night every single week,” you say dryly.
“He thinks we’re gonna forget that it’s me and him, and you and ‘Bin, this time,” Chan amends.
You hum. “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to it, don’t you worry.”
“Sick of me, yeah?”
“Just a little.”
Chan regards you for a second, and then snatches the entire container of French fries out from under your hand.
“Hey!” you protest.
You reach for your food, leaning as far over him as you can, but his stupidly long arms and quiet determination are coming in handy for once.
“If you’re bullying me, you don’t get fries that I paid for,” he tells you soberly, holding the box just out of your reach.
“Those are my reward for doing my laundry!”
“Sorry, gotta pay the fine if you want them back.”
You know what he means. He’s so stupid.
“This is stupid,” you tell him.
He just looks at you flatly, expectantly, one eyebrow raised, fries still held hostage as he lounges beside you.
“Fine.”
You lean in and peck a kiss to the side of his face. A smile (stupid, like you knew it would be) spreads across his face, as you wrench your fries back and resume leisurely picking through them.
“Changbin never should have taught you that,” you grumble.
“I think the kiss fine is a great idea and everyone should do it,” he disagrees.
“It’s cute when he does it.”
Chan looks indignant. “And not when I do it?”
“No comment.”
“You’re really asking for it now.”
But despite the good-natured threats, the rest of the meal passes in peace, and Chan offers to clean up while you get started on your bed. You suspect that he just doesn’t want to wrestle with the fitted sheet this time, and you can’t blame him. It’s your bed, after all.
The apartment has two tiny bedrooms, and you and Chan each have one for your own. It’s proven much more useful to have separate spaces rather than sharing like you’d considered doing, since the two of you don’t exactly work or sleep on the same schedule. There’s always something going on, Changbin and Jisung coming and going as they please, work video calls and all-nighters, and not having to bother each other over every little thing has made the precarious cohabitation incredibly easier.
Your room is a tight fit, with a slightly larger double bed that’s usually holding at least one other person besides yourself, and you have to edge your way around the bedframe on tiptoe to hook the fitted sheet around the corners of the mattress.
It’s always such a struggle to remake a bed, but you make decent headway on your own. The fitted sheet goes on relatively easy, and you’re attempting to stuff the duvet back into its cover when Chan comes in.
“Give me a hand?” you ask, halfway buried inside the warm, fresh-smelling duvet cover as you attempt to match the corners.
“Yeah, sure.”
That’s what he says, but what he does is the opposite of helpful.
He pulls the duvet cover off your head where you’d draped it for easy access to the inner seam, bundles both the linen and you into his arms, and drops down onto the bed. It’s just shy of a tackle, honestly, and he settles you onto your back in your nice neatly remade bed like some kind of heathen whose cuddling agenda trumps common sense.
“Chan!”
“Shhh,” he placates, “Lemme just-”
“I was almost done, you couldn’t wait another minute and a half?”
You can actually hear his pout as he snipes back, “Nope.”
“You’re such a pain in the ass.”
You’re doing your best to sound annoyed, but Chan’s wrapping himself around you like a big comfortable koala, and the scent of fabric softener is gentle and reassuring, and you can’t help but relax.
“Making the bed properly is overrated,” Chan informs you. “We should just go to bed.”
“You hate sleeping,” you deadpan.
“I’m just bad at it.”
“You don’t even have to make the bed. Just let me finish doing it.”
“But we’re already laying down,” he reasons.
“Let me up.”
Chan obliges, letting you wriggle your way out of the makeshift duvet burrito, but once you’re lying on top of the covers instead, he looms over you again.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he says somberly.
“Forgotten what?”
“You saying I’m not cute.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” he nods, “I’m very cute.”
There’s a flush high on his cheeks and a smile threatening to break out on his lips that betrays how much he doesn’t quite believe what he’s saying, but he’s doing a pretty good job with the stoic offended act. He sits back, avoiding eye contact, embarrassment tinging his features even as he commits to the bit.
“Say it,” he prods.
“Pardon?”
“Say I’m cute.”
You wonder when your boyfriends switched bodies, because this could easily be Changbin, and could even be Jisung on a sleep-deprived day, but it sure as hell isn’t a common Chan thing. It’s laughably adorable that he’s going this hard, but you can’t let him win so easily.
“You’re cute when you don’t steal Changbin’s gimmicks,” you say.
“No qualifiers!” he complains.
“You’re cute when you let me finish my chores before you jump me,” you say, instead.
“You don’t take instructions very well.”
You grin. “Well, I mean”-
“No, no, don’t start!”
He’s fully talking through his pout now, and it’s almost enough to break you.
“I called you cute, what more do you need?” you ask.
“More!” he insists.
“That’s not specific.”
Even so, you haul yourself up and climb right into his lap so that you’re face to face. He looks surprised to find you there, even though he’s the one who started this.
“Cute,” you tell him.
He tilts his head to one side. “Cuter than Changbin?”
“This isn’t a competition,” you say, “And if it was, Jisung would win.”
Chan makes a little noise of agreement, letting that smile that he’s been holding back this whole time inch out. “That’s true but I don’t have to like it.”
You lean in and kiss the very tip of his nose. “You’re still cute.”
“More,” he says again.
“Very cute,” you answer, punctuating it with a kiss on his lips, this time.
It’s a quick chaste kiss, but Chan follows your mouth as you pull back, looking just a bit dazed.
“More.”
Ah.
You settle more firmly into his lap, and you can feel his hips rising ever so slightly to meet you, his hands tightening around your waist. A gentle peck becomes a real kiss, tugging his plush bottom lip between your teeth indulgently as you go.
The next one is just a breath against your open mouth, a sound that you’ll never stop loving no matter how often you hear it.
“More.”
to be continued~ 💕
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bichaeng · 2 years
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↳ How 3racha would express their love
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Writes songs for you
Chan is always super busy seeing he is an idol so its super hard for you guys to spend time together. Instead, when it's late at night and it's just him and his thoughts (bc we all know that he doesn’t sleep-) writes about you. Being the master at wordplay he is, Chan writes stories within these lyrics. Sometimes it's about memories you guys have with each other, other times it's just you being his muse (bc yk?) Being the romantic he is, he mails them too you just like how lovers would in the past. These letters give you something to look forward too, it's like a new language meant only for you too.
→ Changbin|SPEARB
Forcing you to work out with him 
Now this might sound a little silly but just try to follow along. Being an idol Changbin knows how important it is to be healthy especially since he works in an industry that requires so much. So Changbin would obviously want his s/o to be in good condition too. He definitely wouldn’t make you life what he does but he would make sure that you go with him to improve your endurance and overall health. He doesn't care what size his s/o is either, he definitely isn’t taking you to the gym to lose weight though, he definitely loves his s/o no matter their size.
→ Han|J.ONE
Adventures 
Now, this is another one that may not make sense— BUT I have come to this conclusion after seeing the chaos that Han Jisung created on the SKZ Maniac World Tour. He has a lot of energy yet wants to spend time with you. So he drags you on these adventures with him. The thing about these adventures is that you never know what to expect- once it was a hike and one time you went shopping. You never do the same thing twice and chaos will always be present. The craziest memory you have is when Han surprised you with Twice tickets and you too went together.
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