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[yootaesowlwrites]

Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

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[hardstraykidshours]

insomnia

pairing: jisung x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: jisung's a bit of a night owl, and he wants to show a little extra affection when he finally goes to bed tonight.

length: 1.3k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, no dom/sub dynamic, hickeys, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), lazy/sleepy sex (this is not a somnophilia fic), tit play, creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you stir slightly at the feeling of warm lips against your neck. they trail sensually across your skin, moving along the column of your throat. subconsciously you lean into the sensation, still too drowsy to fully grasp what’s happening. soft fingertips slip beneath the hem of your shirt to graze across your stomach and a sleepy moan escapes you at the gentle touch. they continue to trace back and forth along your abdomen, tracing random shapes into your skin while the lips pepper kisses up and down your neck.

you don’t know how long you dwell in this dreamy state, mind still half-asleep and focused only on the hands and lips on your skin. but eventually a quiet voice breaks the silence, rumbling through you and dragging you fully into consciousness.

“hey, baby,” jisung says while continuing to plant kisses along your neck in between words, increasing the intensity as he feels you awaken fully. “i’m sorry for waking you, i just missed you.”

“mmmm,” you softly groan, blinking your eyes open and stretching slightly to clear the drowsy fog from your brain. “you know i never mind you waking me up when you come to bed.”

“i know, i just feel bad because it’s so late.” jisung is a notorious night owl, whereas you typically go to bed at a somewhat more reasonable time, so it’s rare that the two of you actually go to bed together. because of this you truly don’t mind that he will often wake you up when he finally decides to go to sleep. in fact, it’s become one of your favorite times with him. he’ll pull you close, enveloping you in his warmth and comforting scent. you’ll talk softly back and forth in the dark, swapping stories and secrets until sleep drags you both under it’s hold.

“it’s okay, don’t feel bad. i love getting these extra stolen moments with you,” you twist slightly to turn your head towards him, leaning in for a kiss. he quickly obliges, lips pressing softly against yours. you kiss for a few moments, and he drags his tongue sensually along the seam of your lips before pulling away to give you a gentle kiss on your temple. you smile softly at the tender gesture before turning around and settling up against his body once more.

"mmmm, you're so warm and cozy," you murmer, nuzzling your back closer into his check. you feel him snuggle his face further into your neck at your words.

“i missed you so much,” he repeats his words from earlier before pressing more kisses to your neck. you hum lightly at the feeling. encouraged by your reaction, he moves his mouth up a little and kisses the spot just below your ear before pulling your skin between his lips and sucking. you arch your back as the sensation shoots arousal straight to your core. the shift in your position causes your ass to bump into him, and you can feel just how much he missed you. as he continues to suck and nibble on your neck, you grind into his hardness, pulling a moan from him. the sound skates across your throat from where his lips and tongue are still dancing along your skin, and you can’t help but continue slowly circling your ass against him.

the hand that was grazing along your stomach starts to slowly creep up your sides while he continues to work your neck with his mouth. it pauses for a moment when it grazes the underside of your breast, and you press yourself even closer to him in silent permission. he starts to gently caress your breast, his touch so light you can barely feel it. a gasp slips from your lips when you feel a whisper of his fingertips across your breast. you try to arch into his touch, but he moves with you, keeping his touch featherlight.

he continues to slowly tease you with fleeting touches along your tits. his movements are lazy and relaxed, not in any rush to escalate things, just simply enjoying the feeling of your body beneath his hands. as much you love the way he's taking his time, you can't help but start to squirm in his arms, desperate for more contact. your panties are already soaked, and every brush of his fingertips against your nipples or sweep of his tongue along your neck sends a fresh wave arousal straight to your already aching pussy.

you start to grind your ass more firmly against him, reveling in the feeling of his hard cock pressed against you. he moans at the sensation, lightly biting down on the flesh just above your collarbone. you tip your head back to give him more access and he rakes his teeth across your skin and then sucks on the spot, ensuring he leaves a mark.

he squeezes your tit harder, giving each nipple a light pinch before running his hand down your side and across your stomach. he dips his fingers into your panties, lightly dragging his fingers through your dripping folds. you can feel him smile against your neck when you gasp at the sensation, moaning as your hips move towards his hand, desperate for more.

"ready for me, baby?" he whispers, and you immediately nod in response, moaning when he swipes his fingers along your pussy and circles them once around your clit before pulling his hand away. his warmth leaves you for a moment when he moves away to remove his boxers, but he presses himself back up against you before you have time to utter a complaint.

he hooks his thumb into the side of your panties, dragging them down your legs. once they're off he trails his hand back up and around your thigh. lifting it just enough to give him access, he lines himself up and slowly sinks fully into you. you both let out a low moan at the feeling.

he starts lazily thrusting into you, taking his sweet time just like he has with everything tonight. while he sensually drags his cock in and out of you, his hand comes back up to play with your tits again, mouth attaching itself to your neck once more.

you don't know how long he continues like this, kissing along every inch of the exposed skin on your neck while leisurely fucking you, but you couldn't care less. your body is fully relaxed against his, and your eyes flutter closed as the sensation of him rocking into you lulls you into a comforting haze of pleasure.

finally, his pace changes, his hips starting to snap against your ass with a little more force. the hand that was lazily playing with your tits slips down to between your legs and starts circling your clit. you moan at the sudden intensity of pleasure shooting through you, starting to rock your ass back into him to meet his thrusts. this position and angle makes you feel him so deeply, and between that and the perfect way he's rolling your clit, you know it won't be long before release finds you.

he stops kissing and sucking on your neck for just long enough to whisper in your ear. "ready to cum for me, baby? i want to feel you fall apart around me." his raspy voice ghosts across your skin, and you simply moan in response to his question.

he starts working your clit faster, and all it takes are a few more hard thrusts before your orgasm washes over you. the sensation of you clenching around his cock is more than he can take, and his hips stutter as he cums in you, his release finding him mere seconds after yours.

he continues to fuck you, his thrusts turning lazy again as he draws out every ounce of pleasure from your orgasm. he continues to slow his pace before eventually stopping entirely. he remains inside of you for a while, kissing along your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your skin. eventually, he pulls out and wraps his arms around your waist, tucking you as close as possible to his body where sleep quickly finds you both.

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[hyunverse]

skate ⚝ han jisung

han jisung x reader genre — fluff, drabble. note — wanted to write something cute and short for jisung beloved ^_^ i hope i nailed his personality well!!

you’re starting to feel like you’re falling more than you’re skating.

“heh. this is harder than i thought,” han says after snorting, staring down at his skateboard.

his words has you rolling your eyes. you’re sitting on the ground, your skateboard abandoned a few inches away from you. while skating, you ended up falling off your skateboard, the board skating away without its owner. han laughed at the shenanigans and ended up falling off his. karma’s real, after all.

“i told you it’s not a good idea,” you pipe up as you dust dirt off your pants.

jisung juts his lower lip, forming a pout. you swear his pout could be about an inch long.

“skating being hard doesn’t mean it’s entirely impossible, ‘kay? we can still try. the longer we have to try, the more time i get to spend with you.”

now you’re not sure if you want to coo at his words or if you want to puke. your love for him says the former, but the pessimist in you is screaming the latter.

“fine. but you have to get us ice cream later.”

jisung’s eyes practically shine at your reply. he helps you lift yourself off the ground, then proceeds to make you get on his skateboard. if skating alone is so hard, why not opt for trying two people on one skateboard? surely it’d be easier. he gets on the skateboard behind you, and demands you to balance your legs properly.

“just get both your feet on the board, i’ll be the one pushing us off. i think extra weight would cause the board to be stabilized,” he instructs.

“what type of bullshit are you spewing right now, jisung?”

“basic chemistry, babe.”

“you mean physics?”

“that’s literally what i said.”

the more he speaks, the more you lose trust in him. you want to get off the board and spare yourself from more scratches, but how could you when your boyfriend is holding onto you so tight? how could you give up when he’s looking at you with round, hopeful eyes? it’d be like banning a child from eating sweets — plain cruel. so you swallow the fear of getting more scratches.

jisung holds onto your waist, stabilizing the one foot he has on the board.

“you ready, babe?” he asks.

“mhm.”

the boy kicks off, and the skateboard moves at a dangerously fast pace. you gasp, clutching onto his arms for dear life.

“fuck, jisung — you went too fast!”

jisung’s leg scramble to stop the skateboard, “hold on! i’ll get it to stop,” he yells, voice shaking due to the wheels hitting bumps.

his attempt to stop the skateboard fails — you two end up falling off the board and rolling on the ground. jisung tries his best to hold you close to his body in order to shield you from the impact but alas, he's no superman. you hiss as you feel your skin scratch against the pavement. he rushes to check on you as soon as he hears you hiss, muttering things like "i'm sorry," "i'll kiss your scratches and make them feel better," and "okay, we're never skating again."

you disagree. you'd love to skate with him more as long as he coddles you that way every time.

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[jeonstellate]

no more tomorrow

jisung, a procrastinator by nature, always finds comfort in the existence of tomorrow.

๑彡 han jisung x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 slice of life!au — character death — angst

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.9K words

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๑彡 title is taken from tablo’s tomorrow (ft. taeyang of bigbang).

Han Jisung is a procrastinator. It is something everyone knows — including his peers, his friends, his family, even his dog. He is not ashamed of it, though, partly because his "bad" work ethic never affects the quality of his work. His procrastination does not affect his ability to finish and submit projects on time, either, so it has never been a hindrance for him or whatsoever.

Still, it does not mean he has been safe from any jokes his friends and family make about his work ethic.

"Don’t tell me you’ll procrastinate on your love life too?" As Changbin teased him once.

Jisung merely laughed it off that time, but, unbeknownst to his friends, his thoughts had drifted towards you.

You are Jisung’s . . . friend, for the lack of a better word. You are not his crush, simply because his affections for you are well past the borders for that. You are not the love of his life, either, because the scope of such title is beyond the definition of his feelings. Jisung likes you, but it is a little more complex than that. Thus, to avoid any confusion and complexities, he merely regards your relation to him as a "friend."

However, despite the platonic feel of the label, it does not automatically mean Jisung is content for it to stay that way. Albeit he cannot guarantee that his feelings are reciprocated, at the very least, he still wants to let you know.

The first time Han Jisung thought to confess, it was a random weekday.

That day, you two were set to revisit Chan in the records shop he works at with Hyunjin, Yongbok, and Seungmin. However, since your classes ended much earlier than theirs, you two went to the library to get some work done. (After all, you both knew the chances of you getting any work done later was definitely much lower than it currently was.)

Jisung suggested that you take the last two-sitter table by the window, out of consideration for larger groups that would come in later. Truthfully, he had no hidden intention for the privacy his suggestion entailed, other than not including unused chairs in his conscience. However, when he looked up from his work two hours later, he saw you. (Of course he did, you were seating across him, after all, he would have needed to be blind not to. Still, he found himself surprised in seeing you.)

The sunlight passed through the window in an angle that perfectly accented your face. It was not too much where the refracted light literally made it too blinding to look at you, but, to Jisung, it might as well did. He could not pinpoint what else was there with the light, all he knew was his heart swelled upon seeing you under it.

You were beautiful. Much more beautiful than you normally were physically, but exactly how Jisung saw you since the beginning.

He was not attracted to you solely because of your physical appearance. Rather, it was a combination of a lot of things. Amongst all else, he liked you because you were always there whenever he — whether knowingly or unknowingly — needed someone to be with.

Specifically, you were someone who, in his darkest nights, would always remind him that tomorrow exist.

Jisung had the sudden urge to blurt out his feelings then. All of a sudden, he did not care about anyone that were not you. He could not care any less about anyone else that were about to overhear, all that mattered was you would.

"[First name]," Jisung called your attention. His next words were ready to echo out, I like you, but they got stuck in his throat when you caught his stare. When the seconds stretched with no success, he quickly thought of an excuse before the silence became unbearable. "Let’s wait for them somewhere else, I’m hungry."

You later held out your hand to him before you journeyed to the nearest corndog stall, none the wiser about what just transpired in his head minutes ago.

Maybe tomorrow, then, Jisung thought as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

The second time Han Jisung thought to confess, many tomorrows had already passed since his first — failed — attempt.

It was a weekend then and he was set to binge watch a web drama with you and Jeongin. At that point, your respective midterms week just passed and you all were determined to ignore your responsibilities for a bit before going back to the grind en route to finals. Unfortunately, Jeongin was running late — which only left you and Jisung to prepare the food stash for your marathon.

Although it was Jeongin who refused the idea of just having knick knacks to munch on during your binge watch, he was the one who ended up not contributing to the dishes he wanted cooked. With you as the main chef and Jisung as your assistant (solely because he would rather chop ingredients than be responsible for the taste), you two managed to cook everything without a hitch. By the time you were boiling ramen noodles, aka the last dish on the menu, Jeongin was — thankfully — already on his way.

Jisung did not know what prompted his brain to recall his unsuccessful attempt in confessing. He was just watching you stir the noodles, then all of a sudden he thought about not minding seeing you like that for the rest of his life.

He knew that kind of thought was threading too close to the borderline between like and love, but unpacking such thought was not his main concern. Rather, his first concern was the obvious: he would only have a shot at making that specific thought a reality if he confessed.

"[First name]," your name was already out of his lips before he could even process what just happened. As it seemed, his body was quicker in reacting than his mind was.

"What?" You responded, head snapping towards him before turning back to the pot once more. "Just wait a bit more, it’s almost done."

Before he could rebut, a distinct sound of a doorbell suddenly rung. And akin to a spell being broken, Jisung immediately lost his urge to come clean about feelings then. "That’s probably Jeongin-ie."

On his way to answer the door and let his friend in, all he could think about was: Maybe tomorrow, I’d actually say it.

The third time Han Jisung thought to confess, an unaccountable number of tomorrows had already passed since his second — still unsuccessful — attempt.

His newest attempt happened during Minho’s dance showcase, where you both attended with a bunch of your shared friends. Strangely, despite showing up with a number of people, he still ended up watching the concert next to you.

Just like his previous two tries, his next one was still a result of spontaneity and of the moment. It was only by chance he looked your way during some intense dance break, so his inability to tune back in was unplanned. He could not even fathom why he could not move his eyes away from you — especially since the pulse of the music was enough to let him know he was missing some epic dance routines.

Truthfully, it was dark in the auditorium then — save for the stage, with all the lights on and pointed at it. Except for the LEDs on the steps, the dimness in the audience area was attributed to the fact that the performers were supposed to be the only attraction that night. (And they were — just not to Jisung.)

Yet, even in darkness, Jisung had no trouble seeing you. All of a sudden, it seemed to him like one of the lights meant for the stage strayed and landed on you instead, shining on you like a spotlight.

Just then, by some twisted coincidence, Jisung remembered the exact moment he realized he harbored feelings for you.

It was during one of Chan’s DJ gigs and he had been jamming and dancing with you then. When the pulsating party lights switched onto a different color, he began seeing you in a different light (both literally and figuratively). Suddenly, he realized his feelings for you were not all, hundred-percent platonic — and were actually eighty-five percent platonic, fifteen percent romantic instead.

That night, during Minho’s dance showcase, he noticed how his feelings had drastically changed since then.

What? You mouthed to him after he nudged you gently with his arm.

Unfortunately, just like always, the words that he had prepared before making his move suddenly vanished as soon as he saw your eyes directed at him. Accident, he mouthed back quickly, knowing full well he would not be able to force out the actual words he wanted to say, sorry!

When you merely smiled at him in return, he instantly regretted lying to you once more.

Tomorrow, he sweared, I’ll tell you the truth tomorrow, I promise.

Despite promising to himself that he would confess to you the day after Minho’s dance showcase, Jisung was not ready to fulfill his oath until a few days later.

In contrast to his earlier attempts, Jisung planned out his fourth. He factored his sudden lack of words to the nature they were thought: they were of in the moment, so they naturally disappear whenever the moment passed. Thus, to avoid such thing happening once more, he prepared a guiding script — meant to be used in case his mind blank out.

As it seemed, Han Jisung was determined to let you know about his feelings before the day ends. No matter what happens.

Even if he suddenly had to visit a hospital.

"I’m here," he announced his presence as soon as he spotted Chan and Changbin amidst the chaos in the emergency ward. "What happened?"

When he received a call from Changbin asking him to come to the nearest hospital as soon as he could, the worry laced in his friend’s voice was enough to make him drop everything and run. He did not even remember inquiring why he wanted him to go there, partly because he did not want to waste any time.

A part of Jisung thought he might have had overreacted a little, but after witnessing Chan and Changbin’s dark and solemn faces, he instantly knew his reaction was not overboard.

"I think it’d be best if you sit down first, Jisung-ah," Chan gestured for him to sit.

A cold suddenly run down his spine, but he tried his best to ignore it. "No, that’s okay. I’ll stand," he declined. "Now tell me why you called me here."

His friends shared a quick look he could not quite understand before Changbin answered, "It’s [first name]."

The cold on his spine instantly entered his blood vessels upon hearing your name. He was sure he would have unconsciously stood up had he accepted the offer to sit. "Wha— what happened to [first name]? Are they okay? W—"

"—[First name]’s gone," his friend did not let his nervous rambling finish before laying the reality on him. "They— they flatlined just after I called you."

Jisung could not hear anything else properly after that. He did catch bits and pieces of what Chan and Changbin were saying, but nothing really made sense to him. His mind registered that they were trying to fill him in with what happened and were simultaneously trying to comfort him, but each word only weighted heavy on him.

A folded piece of paper, full of his words, suddenly felt uncomfortable in his pocket.

A tear escaped from his left eye before his knees gave out and cued his tearful breakdown.

If only I had told you I love you yesterday, then I wouldn’t be so desperate for a tomorrow with you to still come.

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[minilinooo]

[10:05] with you. ----- han jisung

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1k

synopsis: spending time with han will always mean everything to you. even if it’s only for one hour.

warnings: none

a/n: hi! this is my entry for @neo-shitty​’s 24/8 collab! this was my first time participating in an event so i had a lot of fun writing this and i really liked the concept :)) thank you so much for hosting this and please make sure to check out the other entries from the other writers!!

You stared blankly at the TV in front of you, paying absolutely no attention to whatever’s playing in front of you whatsoever. The faint sound of the characters speaking could be heard in the background, but you were too lost in your endless thoughts to even understand what they were talking about. You were bored out of your mind. You turned over your shoulder to check the time. 10:05 the clock read. This was still very early for you. You needed to find something to do because you didn’t want to waste a good Sunday night cooped up in your home when there’s plenty of things you could be doing; besides, it’s the last day of the weekend before you have to go back to work.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head. You quickly grabbed your phone and immediately searched for the contact of the first person you thought of. You hesitated, is he even home? Would he even be down for it?

y/n <3: hey, are you awake?

You honestly didn’t expect him to answer right away because of how busy he can get, but to your surprise, he replied in a matter of seconds.

sungie <3: of course i am, what’s wrong?

y/n <3: nothing, i’m just bored. are you busy right now?

sungie <3: nope. i’m doing pretty much nothing

sungie <3: can i come see you? i miss you :(

y/n <3: i was actually about to ask you that lol but yeah ofc you can. actually, wanna go to the playground we used to go to when we were in high school?

sungie <3: ofc, see you in 15?

y/n <3: you bet :)

You smiled at your phone and quickly grabbed your stuff before heading out the door to meet your boyfriend.

You walked as fast as you could to the playground. You would be lying if you didn’t say you were a little nervous to arrive at the park because well, it’s 10 at night. You don’t know who or what’s out here at this time so of course you had to be cautious.

Once you reached the entrance of the park, you looked around until you saw Han, who was sitting on the swings. Seeing that no one else was around, you jogged over to him. “Han!” you called out. He turned around and smiled, waving you over. Once you got closer, he immediately pulled you into a hug; one that immediately brought you comfort and warmth. 

“There you are, I was wondering where you were.” he cupped your cheeks, giving a peck on your lips; which brought a smile to your face.

“Sorry, I had to do something before I left.” you said, burying your face in his chest.

“It’s okay, you’re here now,” he rubbed your head, “We have the playground to ourselves so let’s make the most out of it.” he smiled, causing you to nod.

“Let’s go on the slides,” you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the jungle gym. He laughed and allowed you to drag him over. Once you reached it, you climbed up the stairs and leaned over the railing. You looked down at Han and saw him with his phone out, recording you to capture this moment. He had the biggest and cutest smile on his face. “Come up here! I want to go down the slide together” you exclaimed. Han quickly put his phone away and ran up the jungle gym, sitting right next to you. Before you went down, Han grabbed one of your hands and intertwined your fingers. 

You looked at him in confusion, “What? I thought we were going down together.” he said. The two of you slid down, sounds of laughter filled the air.

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After some time of running around the playground; which brought out both of your inner childish side, it was honestly needed after countless days of your overwhelming life. The two of you decided to go back to the swings to spend the remaining minutes to relax and enjoy each other’s company before heading back.

You slowly rocked back and forth, nudging the sand below you with your feet. Han sat on the swing to your left, looking at the moon in the sky. “I wish we could stay here forever,” he started. You nodded in agreement. “Sometimes I wish it’s night forever because it’s so much calmer at this time. Everyone’s either asleep or doing their own thing. Time always goes by much slower, it’s almost as if time stops,” he turned over to look at you, “Sorry, I don’t know why this got so serious, I kind of get sentimental at night.” he looked down at his feet, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize, I totally get what you mean, the night’s a great time to get your mind off of things,” you paused, “I don’t want it to be the next day, I don’t want to go back to reality. I just want to stay here with you” you confessed. You felt your eyes stinging with tears. You quickly blinked them away before Han noticed.

“I do too, I like it when it’s just the two of us, my worries are immediately gone when I’m with you”

There was a moment of silence.

“I love you Han.”

“I love you y/n.” he reached over to hold your hand, he rubbed soothing circles over the back of your hand.

You pulled out your phone to check the time, 10:55 it read. You let out a sigh, dreading the words you were about to say, “It’s almost 11, I don’t think we should stay out too late.”

“Oh right,” he said in disappointment, “I’ll walk you home.”

“Are you sure?”

“You really think I’d let you walk home all by yourself when it’s this late?” you shook your head sheepishly, “Plus, if this is a chance for me to spend the remaining time of night with you, I’ll gladly take it.” your heart swelled at his words.

“Okay, let’s go.” you said, getting up from the swing.

With that, the two of you walked to your home, hand in

hand, enjoying the last few moments together.

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[forlix]

‧ ❆ ˚ 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝・h.j.

— stars flare brightest in the absence of light, and you see his clearer than day.

words・6.4k

pairing・han jisung x female reader

genres・college!au, friends with benefits to lovers, snowed in trope, smut, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS THAT INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED, angst, ANGST, you have been warned, hurt/comfort, i can't write normal fluff to save my life, happy ending!!!, semi-slow burn

warnings・depictions of insomnia, recurring nightmares, graphic violence, character death (in the nightmare), fears of abandonment and falling in love, alcohol consumption, humans helping each other heal. smut warnings under the cut

playlist・stay - acoustic by jonah baker・all of me by big gigantic・babydoll (speed) by ari abdul・oasis by exo・volcano by han

a/n・hi, here's my second installment of winter falls. writing this was immensely challenging and twice as meaningful, so feedback would be greatly appreciated. thank you to my may for being so fucking instrumental in piecing together this rollercoaster—this one is for you, i love you. thanks to my sahar for everything, always and forever. and thanks to all of you for being here. happy new year ♡

smut warnings・spitplay, unprotected piv, please practice safe sex!!!, car sex, dirty talk, jisung's dick game is kinda crazy, squirting, lots of aftercare

Every time Jisung closes his eyes, he sees somebody’s back.

It’s leaving. Traipsing somewhere he can’t follow. He tries to chase it—he always does, he never learns—but the premise doesn’t so much as surface before the ghosts circling around his ankles go for his throat instead. They snare him by the shoulders, force him to his knees, slam his forehead into the permafrost hard enough to break bone. They make sure the next time he tries to move will be the last.

So he remains, keeled over in the cold, until tearwater clings to his lower lashes in small icicles. Until bloodstained snow coats his lips like the manifestation of a curse. Until the back has disappeared.

Who does it belong to? He’s left to wonder. Where is it going?

Why can’t I follow?

Then he wakes up.

No longer does he lay awake for hours afterwards, scouring the dream’s every frame for his answers.

Now, he tosses and turns in clammy sheets until his exhaustion wins.

Now, he welcomes sleep like a miracle granted by some pitying god.

You see him.

Through a living room packed with red-faced partygoers and dissected by oscillating strobe lights, albeit, but you see him anyways. 

Jisung can barely make out the rest of your face—he blames the lighting, or the soju, or both—but your eyes alone turn him to glass. Not a fancy vase through which the world distorts, but a simple pane that puts him and his ghosts on full display.

He hopes you like horror movies.

Felix knows you, because of course he does, and Jisung has never been happier to call the extroverted Australian his friend than when you come over to say hi. You stumble out of the crowd all smudged makeup and sweaty skin, your figure hugged by a short black dress with two diamond-shaped openings just above your hips, your glossy lips curved in a drunken smile. Jisung immediately wants it against his mouth.

Instead, it disappears behind his friend as you pull him into a quick hug. A few wisps of your hair dust over Jisung’s arm, momentarily replacing the smells of grease and vodka with cherry blossoms and vanilla.

“Lix, hey!”

“Darling, it’s good to see you! Feels like it’s been ages.”

“I know, right? How are you? How is everything?”

“Good, thank you. Just happy the semester’s over.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Then you go to lift your drink and discover thin air in its place. “Or I won’t. Whoops.”

This prompts Jisung’s first contribution to the conversation—and his first effortless laugh in a long while.

“Eventful night, huh?”

He meets your gaze from all of two feet away this time, and his knees buckle under him. That gaze, fuck. So clear and true, like a prism of glass refracting light into a rainbow. He would let you refract him a thousand times over if he had any light to give.

“Maybe,” you giggle. “Seems I’m a little too happy the semester’s over.”

“Wanna not get a drink to celebrate?”

Your expression flickers. Not in a bad way, more like you hadn’t expected him to ask so soon—or for yourself to have your answer so quickly.

A strobe light catches right under your eye and refracts the color in your blushing face. A rainbow.

“I’d like that.”

He tilts his head towards the kitchen. You give Felix’s elbow a light squeeze before moving past him; he gives Felix a glimpse of his growing smile before falling into step behind you. The blonde shakes his head, throws back the rest of his beer, then swivels at the sound of someone calling his name from across the foyer.

Felix will get drunk enough to forget the sight of you leading Jisung up the stairs, two bottles of pink lemonade tucked under your arm. Nothing stronger, as promised.

Jisung asks his question an entire minute after he intends to. “Where are we going, by the way?”

“Somewhere I can see your pretty face without having to squint,” you reply, and his stomach tumbles like a schoolboy with a valentine.

You don’t stop at the second floor. Instead, you nudge open a door Jisung swears just materialized to his left and emerge into the night air.

It’s warm for December, but he’s still met with chilly winds licking down the sides of his neck. That’s not the only reason he shudders, though. Below his feet, he finds a metal platform akin to that of a fire escape. Above his head, a staircase that looks one forceful step away from dropping off the side of the building.

You turn towards it. 

In a hurry, he sputters, “I’m, uh—I’m not sure about this.”

A beat passes. Your hold on his wrist loosens, not to let go, just to trace wordless reassurance down the back of his hand. Your fingers feel perfect sliding into the spaces between his, like drops of honey in the craters of soufflé pancakes.

“It’s safer than it looks, I promise.”

Jisung heaves a sigh. It seems saying no to you is an impossible task.

You’re right, though. The iron rungs are surprisingly rigid beneath his feet, and the two of you make it to the roof with no trouble. He does stumble when you pull him up onto the gravel, but it’s intentional, a purposeful blunder to have you closer. To snag another glimpse of that blush, another trace of that floral vanilla.

“Sorry,” he whispers almost directly upon your lips. And that earns him all three.

The next hour evades him for the most part, and Jisung is pissed about it. He’s with the woman of his dreams under a sky so clear it’s almost lustrous and he’s too shitfaced to recollect when he gave you his hoodie to wear; what you said that made his lungs capsize with how hard he laughed; how you ended up so close to each other, your legs strewn over his lap, his hands tracing over your thighs.

Thankfully, he remembers a few things. He remembers how frighteningly easy you are to talk to; he remembers your habit of smacking his stomach when you get flustered; he remembers you getting flustered a lot. He remembers the timbres of your different laughs and how your stunning features crinkle with each. He remembers feeling like a pane of glass in front of you, just like he had downstairs, and he remembers liking it, somehow. Liking the way you see through him, the way you allow him to just exist as he is. Liking the way you acknowledge his ghosts with such nonchalance, inviting them over for tea and biscuits.

He wants to remember everything about you.

It’s not often he wants to remember anything.

Eventually, your conversation comes to a natural close. In its absence, Jisung notices that the alcoholic sludge in his brain has largely diffused; with it, the rumbling bass of the party below. The full moon hangs at its highest point, blanketing the two of you with anticipatory silence, nudging you towards the only topic you’ve yet to breach.

He meets your gaze again, from all of two inches away this time, and his insides twist.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

You blink at him, not following. Then he leans his forehead against yours, lets his eyes flicker to your mouth with such unbridled want that you’re instantly dizzy—and no longer confused.

Regret pools in your eyes moments before they close. “Yes, I think so.”

Your lips are so, so close that he can feel the air shift between you when they move, can feel the soft warmth emanating from them. Jisung pulls away before he does anything stupid.

You do the stupid thing for him.

You push his shoulders to the plaster behind him, push yourself onto his lap with a swing of your body and a slotting of your legs on either side of him. 

The plush of your thighs hugging his hips, the curves of your breasts pressed against his chest, Jisung tries to stare up at you, perplexed, aroused. But you’re so close that he can’t, so he settles with whispering upon the underside of your chin, “what are you—”

“Gimme your lemonade.”

The authoritative words come out in a slurred haze, and he all but hastens to oblige. 

You pluck the plastic bottle from his wavering grasp. His empty hand hovers as if uncertain where to go. But matters as trivial as hand placement drop off his mind’s precipice as he watches you unscrew the cap, the slope of your neck illuminated by spindly moonlight, and without thinking he pushes his hands beneath the hem of your—his—hoodie.

The skin of your waist is warm and smooth where his fingertips are cold and calloused, the juxtaposition unimportant in your reciprocal desires to touch and be touched.

“Open,” you murmur.

His jaw goes slack, firstly from pure disbelief. Then, obedience. The dark locks that obstruct his vision of you fall away as his head meets the brick half-wall behind him, as if the midnight breeze itself mandated their removal.

You pour some of the pink liquid past Jisung’s parted lips. Stray rivulets slip down his cheek and vanish beneath his neckline. You break eye contact to follow their path with dilated pupils and fluttering lashes. With unadulterated desire.

He swallows, gently, and feels the sweet substance surround his tonsils.

He swallows, forcefully, when you wrap your lips around the bottle, the plastic still slathered in his spit.

The swig you take is long, deep. Your throat bobs and your eyes close as if you’re savoring a finely-aged nectar. Then your lips are popping off the opening with a soft thwock, leaving a thick strand of saliva to suspend, suspend, suspend until the very second it’s about to drop, which is when you collect the residue with a deft swipe of your tongue.

“A placeholder,” you breathe, and Jisung’s head careens. A shared bottle. An indirect kiss.

“You’re a monster,” he croaks.

You giggle and lean down, curling a hand around his cheek, pressing a wet kiss to his Adam’s apple.

“Tomorrow, if we’re both sober…”

One, two, three pecks up the length of his jaw.

“...and you still remember my address…”

A suckle to the lobe of his ear.

“...you can kiss me, for real.”

A trembling breath.

“And then some.”

Jisung moans, loudly.

Thankfully, he remembers a few things.

He shows up at your place shortly after sunset the next day. You swing open the door, your face already alight with your world-ending smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Then he’s kissing you like a man famished.

Jisung learns to love your back, that night. He loves its dips and curves, loves its rise and fall. Loves how it arches into him, how it looks drenched in his cum. It’s the back of his dreams.

The back in his dreams keeps walking.

Jisung has never liked winter.

He has never liked its winds, whispering woefully as if mourning something unnamed and unseen. He has never liked its palette, whitewashing the world as if refracting a rainbow in reverse.

He has never liked cracking open his eyes and seeing the scenery of his nightmare outside his window. Nor does he like trudging over the sleet as if weighed down by the same ghosts that break him time and time again in his dreamscape. They love winter. 

And this winter, he swears, is the bitterest yet. On the nights when he’s allowed to sleep, the nightmare comes in such sharp relief that he thinks he’d rather anything else, the ghosts meaner, the blood redder, the silhouette slower. It’s an act of mercy when he’s still awake by the time bleached sunlight perforates the curtains, resting upon his salted cheeks and balled fists.

This winter, it is not just dislike that he feels towards the gray winds—it’s hatred. A maelstrom of loathing so large and dark that Jisung no longer knows where it’s headed or what it’s directed to. Or who.

When winter break comes to an end, he’s probably the only person who’s happy about it.

His friends certainly aren’t, looking like a line of angry nutcrackers with their folded arms and thunderous faces standing outside Greem Cafe.

Jisung calls out a greeting as he jogs towards them, and cue the grumbling.

“What is there to smile about? Enlighten us.” That’s Hyunjin. “I have to deal with four finals and three essays in the next five days and this guy is smiling.”

“He’s accepted his fate, I reckon.” That’s Felix. “We should do the same, boys. Let ourselves down easy, y’know?”

“No, no, he’s smiling because he remembered to bring me his chem notes.” That’s Jeongin. “You did, right? Please say you did.”

Jisung is stunned into silence. “Can I not be happy to see my friends?”

“No,” Hyunjin and Felix reply in unison.

“My bad,” he sighs.

“My notes,” Jeongin repeats.

“I have them, dude. Let’s sit down first.”

The younger boy shouts an impassioned “THANK YOU” at the sky like the clouds just saved his GPA. Jisung reaches for the door to the café, then stops at the sound of Felix’s voice.

“We’re waiting on one more person.”

He turns towards the blonde with puzzled eyes. He’d been under the impression the study session would comprise just them four.

“Who?”

Felix’s response falters on his tongue when he catches sight of something in the distance, and his face changes in a way Jisung’s seen before.

“Look behind you.” Felix shuffles past him, raising his voice to shout, “yo!”

Jisung glances away from the newcomer as quickly as he sees her. It’s not until his eyes pivot to the fire hydrant across the street that he processes her identity.

In one second flat, his mind clutters full. He thinks back to that party, when all it took was the sight of your smile for him to theorize you were the most exquisite thing ever made. He thinks back to the next evening, when he kissed you and verified his hypothesis. He thinks back to what followed and would continue to follow in the few days that remained before break: entwined tongues and emblazoned hickeys, whitened knuckles and whiny praise, snapping hips and shaking bedframes.

This winter, Jisung swears, is the bitterest yet.

But seeing you, the scarf wound multiple times around your neck doing nothing to hide your gorgeous smile, feels like catching a fragment of summer in his frozen hands.

“Thank god,” Felix groans before embracing you. Collapsing on you, more like. “I’m saved.”

You reach around to pat the boy on the back, your eyes brimming with laughter. “Lower your expectations, please. I did well on one exam.”

“You aced the midterm. That automatically makes you a rocket scientist,” Felix corrects, his voice muffled into the shoulder of your coat. A few beats of silence pass. Then, “this is comfy.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go get some caffeine in you,” you giggle. “We have a lot of ground to cover today.”

Felix straightens up sleepily. And sadly. “Superb.”

Jisung hangs back as you introduce yourself to Hyunjin and Jeongin. He doesn’t even notice his growing smile until you’re standing directly in front of him and for the first time in three weeks there’s the smell of cherry blossoms in the air and a rainbow shining on his face again.

“Hi,” he offers.

“Hey,” you reply.

Hyunjin is the one to shatter the prolonged silence that follows. “Are you guys betrothed?”

Felix and Jeongin stalk into the café snickering. You and Jisung trail behind with flaming cheeks.

It takes Jisung two and a half hours to talk to you again. At that point in the afternoon, Felix is napping on the second practice test you’ve given him; Hyunjin has downed three shots of pure espresso and is currently viewing his screen with concerning intensity; Jeongin is at another table on a quiet Zoom call with his chemistry T.A., Jisung’s notes clutched to his chest like a life vest. And you’re leaning back against your seat opposite to him, scrolling through your phone in what he presumes to be a well-deserved study break. As good a time as any.

He opens up his texts with you. His fingers fly across the keyboard.

Jisung: do you have plans after this?

Your eyes stutter to the top of your screen, linger there for a moment, and lock onto Jisung’s from across the table.

He presses his lips into a thin line to suppress his smile. You let yours spill over in full form, and with it comes a soft giggle that would be worth getting his number fucking blocked just to hear one more time.

Three gray dots appear before elongating into a prompt response.

Y/N: I was gonna ask you the same thing…

He’s the one who laughs this time. Fuck, you’re cute. You’re so cute.

Jisung: can i take you to dinner? Y/N: Yes, I’d love that :) Y/N: When should we leave? Jisung: 9? Y/N: Sounds good~ Jisung: cool Jisung: it’s a date Y/N: It’s a date! Y/N: Excited 💛

With that, you put your phone face down and return to work, though your lips remain privately upturned. Jisung wants to kiss them again.

He also wants to turn you into a mess on his cock again.

Or both.

He doesn’t get much studying done after that thought surfaces.

Jisung: me too <3

When nine o’clock rolls around, you and Jisung begin cleaning up your work stations in near-perfect simultaneity. There’s confusion written all over Hyunjin’s and Jeongin’s faces as they watch you swing your backpacks over your shoulders—but Felix’s expression is a blank slate as he sips from his macchiato. Your ingenuity isn’t the only reason he invited you today.

As you make your way out of the café, your shoulders brush once, twice, and then Jisung drops his hand into the space between the two of you without uttering a word. You scoop it up in your own without missing a beat.

He steps into the freezing night feeling warm all over.

“You know what I realized?” You say as you walk towards his SUV.

“What did you realize?”

“We’ve never had a sober conversation before. Can we change that tonight?”

Jisung has broken hearts before.

There’s no euphemistic way to describe his tendency to abuse the sensitive organs, to wring them out and throw them away like irrelevant trash. To juggle and drop them with a sheepish laugh like they’re nothing more than props in a circus act.

He doesn’t do it to save himself or his partners from getting hurt or any self-ingratiating bullshit like that. It’s for himself, all for himself. All to unload his balls and his mind for fifteen blissful seconds. 

There’s blood on his hands. He never cared to wash it off.

Except you are the one asking for his heart this time around, a dash of hope in your smile as you do so, and he thinks it would be his life’s greatest honor to be discarded by you.

“Sure,” he answers.

He doesn’t even last until he’s inside the car.

Your back meets the door to the passenger’s seat, guided there by his hands on your hips. From millimeters away he watches your surprise morph into understanding, then darken into lust.

“I like when we don’t talk, though.”

It’s the most annoying thing in the world to remove so many layers in such a cramped space.

Combined, your clothing forms a tower high enough to block out the driver’s window completely. An unnecessary blockade.

The glass fogs up anyways.

“Fuck, Ji, yes, right there, oh my god.”

You have your legs spread open and the back of your neck digging into the cupholder on the door. It’s not comfortable. You’re too busy getting fucked open to care.

Jisung detaches his lips from your neck to ask, “here, baby?”

The head of his cock hits that gummy spot again, harder, sweeter. You convulse, your hand scrambling for purchase in his raven locks.

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, please.”

Please. The word plays over in his fuzzy mind.

It seems saying no to you is an impossible task.

His cock slips out of you and you lament the loss of contact with a high wail.

“W-why’d—where’d you go?”

He can’t help but chuckle at how incoherent you’ve become. He cradles the back of your head with a tender hand and lowers your upper body onto the leather seat, adjusting himself to your new elevation.

“Right here, beautiful. Didn’t go anywhere—promise—” 

He expels the final word through gritted teeth as he slams into you again, and the new angle is glorious. Your bodies keen in flawless harmony. Profanities tumble from his lips in a steady stream before they turn back into syllables.

“Would never go anywhere. Would never leave without making this pretty pussy cream like it deserves—holy fucking shit, baby.”

You clench around him at his words and then he’s setting a new, relentless rhythm, rocking the whole vehicle with every hearty smack of his hips against yours, your wet walls squeezing him so dreamily he thinks he sees nirvana with every thrust.

You’re enjoying it just as much, if the bubbles of spit in the corner of your mouth are any indication, and Jisung is viciously proud to be the cause. Unbelievably lucky to feel your breasts jiggling under his chest and your nails digging into the back of his neck.

“Good?” He whispers, and you nod blissfully.

“So—good, Ji, so fucking good. Your cock is perfect, fuck, I can’t even—can’t even think.”

“You’re the perfect one. Can’t believe how well your cunt takes me, shit. It’s like it was fucking made for this.”

“It was,” you breathe, and he nearly shoots his load into you at this alone. “It was, it was—oh, god, I think—think I’m gonna come—”

“Do it,” he rasps. “Come for me. Come on this cock and it’s yours.”

“R-really?”

“Really.”

“Then, I will. I’ll come on your cock—make it mine. Need it so fucking bad, I’m so fucking close, oh—please—”

He anchors himself in place with a hand against the windowsill and the other travels down your body to rub fast, tight circles into your clit. You let out a wanton, prolonged moan, tilt your head back to expose him to your fluttering throat. And then you’re pulling his lips onto yours again, and the following kiss is sloppy beyond belief, the kind that can only antedate the happiest of endings.

“My cock,” you sigh into his mouth. “Mine.”

“Forever,” is the breathy response he doesn’t know if he means, the response he gives you anyways.

And then you curl your fingers in his hair. Clamp your teeth around his lower lip. Clench your thighs around his waist. There’s liquid everywhere. Tearwater spilling down the sides of your face. Release gushing all over his dick and pelvis and backseat.

He catches up the moment he realizes what’s just happened. Pulls out of you. Presses his head against the roof of his car. Spits on his hand. Pumps his pulsating cock. Sends himself over the edge you’ve just finished tripping over.

Eventually, he regains feeling in his limbs.

He opens his eyes, surveys the damage, and grins.

Your stomach is covered in ropes of white, your expression hidden behind your hands. You start shaking your head in profuse embarrassment the moment you feel his eyes on you.

“You squirted,” he says.

“I know,” you almost yell, and his grin erupts into a laugh.

He lowers himself back over you, takes your wrists, and removes them from your blushing face. He doesn’t think he’s seen you so flustered before and it has him palpitating in ways he never thought feasible.

Maybe he did mean the damn thing after all.

He pushes off the strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead and replaces them with a gentle kiss. “It was sexy as fuck and you’re everything.” 

There’s a certain softness in your eyes when he pulls away. He hopes, for your sake, it’s all in his head.

His car is in need of aftercare most of all. You shrug on your clothes with considerable effort and get to work, all while sharing comfortable chatter and easy laughter.

Those things persist during your dinner date at a nearby Chinese restaurant and the drive back to your place, which Jisung knows well enough to no longer need his GPS. Those things persist until he kisses you goodbye on your doorstep, because he would have to be fucking crazy not to after you gave him the best night he’s had in so long.

After you reminded him that he’s still capable of comfort and ease, in spite of it all.

Snow comes a few weeks into the new year. 

This winter, it falls late, and it falls hard, like a gust of breath expelled from drawn lungs at the very last minute. Held there as if lying in wait for something unnamed and unseen. 

The gust of breath is too quiet to be heard over the one Jisung lets out against the shell of your ear. “Wait here.”

He goes to roll off you. You don’t let him just yet, darting your hand around his wrist and bringing his face back within centimeters of yours.

Han Jisung is beautiful. You knew it for the first time at that houseparty and you’ve known it every hour of every day since. But it’s always clearest to you in the afterglow, when his bare skin is golden and sticky and his delicate lips bitten to bright fuchsia. 

When his irises have gone black and you see stars, flaring in the absence of light.

You close the distance that remains between you. Your lips part with a content sigh. Your hands drift over the slant of his neck; his find home in the dips above your waist.

He breaks away once you’re both out of breath, and the pad of his thumb wipes lightly at your lower lip.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” you reply shyly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

The smile this brings to his face reminds you of a candle’s flame. Soft on the eyes and scalding to the touch when he presses it back against your lips. Once, twice.

“Can you wipe your cum off me now?” You whisper, and he laughs straight into your mouth.

The mattress lifts. His footsteps grow quieter. You shiver in his absence.

Only then do you notice the blizzard.

You stumble off the bed to throw your curtains aside. Snow descends from the sky like spools of unraveling yarn. The streetlights have been reduced to foggy specks, the parked cars to blurry heaps. Every sidewalk and rooftop in sight has already been slathered in ivory.

Jisung announces his return with a disbelieving whistle.

“Am I dreaming?” You murmur.

“When did that happen?”

“I have no idea.”

You don’t even notice the wild smile on your face until you turn to him and catch his reaction to it. He looks like he’s asking himself the same question.

“C’mere,” he hums, and you oblige.

He laves the warm towel over your breasts and stomach, as well as the places his release has trickled since you flung yourself to your feet. All while supporting the small of your back with a touch fatally careful, an expression wholly adoring. All evidence of just how blurry the line between sexual escapade and lover has become in two short months.

Your ribcage fucking throbs.

“You don’t seem excited,” you say.

He finishes cleaning you off. You give him a distracted thank you, noticing the sudden shadow draped over his face like a netted veil.

“I’m not,” he answers, not unkindly.

“You don’t like snow?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

He circles around the bed to get dressed. You bend to pick up the clothes tossed aside earlier and drop them into your hamper, then slip into a clean pair of underwear and sweatpants.

“It’s a long story.”

Just as you reach for a top, a bundle of cloth travels in an arc across your bedroom and hooks itself around the crook of your arm. His T-shirt. 

You glance at Jisung. He’s already looking elsewhere, but his private smile makes its way onto your face as you slip it on.

“Well, I have time.” You sink into your mattress, now surrounded by his muted musk, his papyrus and petrichor. “We’ll be stuck here a while, after all.”

“Stuck?” Jisung repeats, the lanyard of his car keys dangling from the pocket of his hoodie, his feet turned towards the door.

A pregnant pause commences. His intentions dawn, and you gape.

“You’re not driving right now.”

He breaks eye contact.

“Right?”

That was the plan, you read in his expression.

You know better than trying to reverse a river’s current by kicking up rocks. You know better than trying to curtail the flight of an albatross by clipping its wings.

You know better than asking someone who thinks he was made to leave to stay.

And you won’t.

“I have somewhere to be early tomorrow morning,” he stammers, the lines terribly rehearsed. “The snow’s not heavy, I’ll be—”

“Stay.”

You’re not asking.

Jisung looks at you, startled, as you glide across the bed. You place your feet on the hardwood and circle your arms around his waist. Lace your fingers upon the hollow of his back. His pulse goes uneven at your abrupt proximity.

Akin to the drag of a feather, you mouth at his cheek, then the side of his neck.

“You can stay, Jisung.”

He shudders at your words, and you’ve got him.

It’s oddly normal, the sight of him clambering into your bed in your clothing—a pair of old sweatpants and your favorite crewneck—like this isn’t the first time you’re sleeping together in your two months of sleeping together.

In fact, the only indication of anything unordinary is the floaty feeling in your stomach when your head hits the pillow and discover Jisung’s face only inches away. He drapes an arm over your waist, gathering you close. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The inevitable question follows.

“Can I save the story for another time?”

“Sure,” you return, keeping your voice small. He doesn’t hear your disappointment this way. “Should we go to sleep, then?”

“We should.”

Your foreheads touch. Your noses bump together. Your eyes cross, watching the adoration pull at his. You dimly register your hand threading in his fluffy locks, his thumb running over your cheekbone. Your lashes narrowly miss the surface of his eyes, and then he tips your face up by millimeters.

You don’t remember when you fall asleep. You only recall the hour beforehand that you spend with Jisung’s lips traversing yours, like you are the ocean and he’s uncovering new waters with every bruise he prints against your throat, every suckle he leaves around your tongue.

In your dream, the roles reverse and you are the one exploring him, mapping out his constellations with wide-eyed wonder.

You wake to a black hole.

For the first five seconds, you see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing. You only blink in the darkness, your mind kicking into groggy gear to ask the very good question of why you’re conscious again.

Instinct moves your hand across the mattress. Empty space greets you where Jisung should be. Unfounded dread shoves your back off the bed. You gasp, the sound seeming to echo in the cavernous silence.

Your eyes adjust enough to discern light in the crack beneath your door, and you’re wide awake.

The following events go by in a blur. You stumble out of bed and into your closet, fastening your fingers around the thickest piece of fabric you find. You fly into the living room, where the lamp by the couch is left on and the pair of worn black Converse on your doormat have gone missing.

The front door is cracked open, and through the narrow inches you spot someone hunched on the stairs outside, his dark hair dyed platinum by the awning light’s fluorescence.

Your heart stills in relief, then quickens with anxiety.

You’ve tried wearing this crewneck in January enough times to know you can’t. In fact, you suspect that it somehow soaks up the temperature, lets it seep in between its every seam until it becomes one with the bitter winds. 

But he isn’t shivering, you notice as you take a seat next to him, draping the puffer over both of your shoulders on your way down. He’s simply staring off into the bleak storm, snowflakes sitting atop his head like a coating of ash, their color matching that of his frozen skin. He’s becoming one with the bitter winds. 

At first, you don’t recognize the man in front of you.

You’re well familiar with those ring-laden hands and the whetted jawline thrown into shadow, those remnants of cologne clinging to his frame. But you have never seen that gaze before, bloodshot and bleak and belonging to somebody new. Somebody who isn’t completely here, straddling the partition between the realms of people and phantoms.

Then he lifts his eyes and you see stars, flaring in the absence of light. Your stars.

And you recognize him for the first time ever.

You drop your hand to your hip, and his fingers feel stiff and cold and perfect, sliding into the spaces between yours.

“Why don’t you like snow?” You ask.

Jisung’s eyes return to the swirling sleet, but he moves your interlocked hands to rest on his thigh, and you know that he’s with you.

He’s been having this nightmare.

It takes place in a small clearing. It’s winter, and everything is covered in snow. Not the gentle kind that you can catch on your tongue, but the unyielding kind that’s hard and dense and covered in cracks, like a lake newly frozen over.

Somebody is in front of him, walking away. He can only see their back. He wants to chase after them. He doesn’t want to be left behind. But there are ghosts nearby, and they’ll split his skull open on the permafrost and tie his windpipe into a pretty bow if he so much as dreams of pursuit. He always does. He doesn’t know how not to.

Normally, the back leaves, and he can do nothing but remain. He can direct his loathing only to the snow into which he bleeds. 

Normally, he waits for the dream to end with something bordering on boredom. He’s seen this movie too many times. He fucking hates how it ends.

This time, though, the snow tastes like something.

After the flavors deliquesce upon his tongue, his head shoots up, his eyes blowing wide as they latch onto the retreating figure. He knows who it is.

His feet scrabbles against the ice with his attempts to rise to them. He lunges forward with frenzied resolve, and that is when the ghosts snap his neck.

He wakes up.

“Cherry blossoms and vanilla.”

You blink, tearwater streaking from your eyes in silent, steaming trails.

“That’s—”

My shampoo.

A broken sob escapes you in lieu of the rest of your sentence, and Jisung laughs, a flimsy facade that crumbles when he lifts his hand to dab at your moistened cheeks and it’s trembling.

“Silly,” he murmurs. “I’m used to it now.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“I don’t want you to cry for me.”

“You died.”

“And I would do it again.”

This response comes without an shred of hesitation.

You first realized you had something to confess, that night in the the back of Jisung’s SUV. You’ve kept it locked away for your sake and his, even moreso. You see how fear clings to him like an unshakeable wraith, and you refuse to feed the parasite.

Now, your confession explodes from its fortress in the center of your soul and rises up your larynx. You panic like an inept security guard letting their only prisoner bolt free. Is it really the right time? Do you know what to say? Have you really thought this through? 

Too late. It’s rushing to the point of your tongue already. You suppose you’ll find out.

He saves you the trouble.

“Honestly?”

Your confession stills. 

“I don’t know if I’m okay, and I won’t try to convince you otherwise. You’d call my bluff. You’re good at that.

“But everything feels okay when I’m with you. You see me. You allow me just to exist as I am. You make me feel human again—you make me want to feel human again. You empty my mind.”

You feel as if you’ve been ejected into space naked, griping for air where there is none.

“I never believed in having somebody to lose,” he utters, gently leaning his forehead against yours. “But I would rather disappear than watch you go.”

You cradle his jaw with shaking fingers, trying and failing to quell the violence of your emotion.

“Don’t go,” he exhales.

You kiss him.

It should feel the same as before. You reach for the slant of his neck, him the dips above your waist. You sigh into him, parting your lips, and he moves into you deeper, harder, dipping into your mouth with his tongue’s pliant swipe. But there’s something new in the way you hold each other, in the seal of your mouth against his.

The line between sexual escapade and lover vanishes as if swept off the sand and into the sea. His stars come out of hiding at last and they bathe you in their residue, light your heart aglow.

Your confession resurfaces. It wants to stargaze also.

“I love you too,” you breathe.

The night comes and goes.

The two of you spend it entangling, sweating, your lips glued the expanse of his neck and the arcs of his shoulders, writing over the ghosts’ injuries with bruises of your making.

Only when the winds have faltered outside do you attempt to rest again. You are curled up in balmy bliss, utterly depleted. Jisung’s arms around your middle and legs threaded among yours bring you that much closer to slumber’s cusp.

You attribute it to your exhaustion when he mumbles something against you, and you have no idea what it means: “Thank you for refracting me.” 

Your confusion is palpable in your silence. His laugh hits the nape of your neck with a gentle puff, and he kisses the spot just beneath your ear. “Never mind.”

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🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

- - - -

“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

#reader insert #stray kids #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut #kpop oneshots #kpop smut #stray kids smut #ghostface au #x reader

[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (part 3)

SKZXFEM READER

cw: smut obviously (MINORS DNI) the tw’s are kinda obvious with the sub header but read at your own discretion babies 🤍

a/n: not proofread sorry for any mistakes. also i’m so happy to be writing again! lets be delulu together xox

part 1, part 2

bangchan; hair pulling

oh my lord this man is relentless,

he’d be grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head up to look at him when you’re on your knees underneath him

“you look so pretty on your knees for me doll”

will literally snatch your hair as he’s fucking you in missionary and growl like an ANIMAL down your ear as he’s so deep in your pussy

“f- fuck baby, ah- feel so good around my cock”

the way your mouth drops open at the sting on your scalp as you stare up at him with mascara down your face from him deep-throating you omg you look devine babygirl!

“don’t cry angel you’re doing such a good job for me” *continues to FACE FUCK you*

lee know; edging/ overstim

we all knew this one was coming

you best believe lee know would make you BEG for him to let you come every. single. time. without fail. you would be a whimpering, sobbing mess

“if you want to cum, what do you say baby? … hmm i don’t think think you want it that much” GOD

he would be holding the vibrator to your clit for ages! smirking at your face contorting as the pleasure just builds and builds in your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy hmm?” HELP (i am simply a dog)

“that’s it, keep begging sweetheart” AHH

and when he does let you come oh. god. he would make you orgasm over and over again until you’re crying! your pussy would be so red and swollen afterwards and he lovessss to see it

“no no doll, you begged me to come so take it like a good girl”

changbin; pussy slapping

hear me out-

so, changbin would be on top of you fully clothed whilst you’re bare naked underneath him and even the sight of you alone is enough to have his cock digging into you from his pants

he’s the type to play with your clit until you’re mewling but would SLAPPP your pussy once he hears you beg to go faster

“you don’t tell me when to do with your pussy darling”

the way he would smirk slyly as your body jolts up and your legs shake in surprise at the sudden impact o.m.g!

each slap would have you groaning from your whole chest as he continues slapping your sensitive clit again and again and he would even have the AUDACITY to chuckle down your ear at your reactions

“you’ll get my cock soon enough baby, don’t worry”

hyunjin; praise kink

i feel like this one being on the list was inevitable. hyunjin and praise kink just go hand in hand

the way he would trace your entire body with his hands leaving kisses on your exposed skin with his eyes full of adoration i’m CRYING

“you’re actually ethereal y/n..”

each time he would kiss the inside of your thighs, he would look up at you with your head thrown back in bliss and smile lovingly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. (all he cares about is your pleasure i SWEAR)

“that feel nice baby?” um YES

none. stop. compliments of how beautiful your body is and how he’s the luckiest man in the world

lots of make out sessions because trust me, this man is drunk on you!

“so fucking beautiful”

han jisung; marking

because han AINT SHARING

the thought of anyone else looking at you has han feeling the need to mark you as his own. you’re his and he’s yours. done!

seriously bestie, the amount of hickeys he gives you is crazyyyy! but would absolutely kiss each one after making them

“my gorgeous girl, aren’t you? only mine” the POSSESSIVENESS i love urgh

the way he would have you moaning underneath him as he sucks on your neck again and again and the way you would sound so sexy he would be lowkey going feral for you.

“fuck baby, i love you so much”

felix; pain play

because, in my opinion, felix can’t contain his dom side around you…

as in he would be shoving his fingers down your throat whilst pinching and twisting your nipples just to hear your choked moans whilst you writhe under him

and the way he would chuckle smugly af at the state he would put you in every time. (his deep laugh has me on the floor)

“is it hurting baby? aww… good”

SLAPPING. EVERYWHERE.

the lasting bruises of his hands all over your thighs and ass for dayssss

the way he would nip his teeth against your clit just to see you jump and buck up into his face when you feel a sharp sting onfbsjsn

*deep voice* “good girl” — AHHHH i’m sat!!

seungmin; objectification & humiliation

this one is my personal fave… stay with me !!…

i know for sure that seungmin is a super soft lover but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t respectfully disrespect you to the point of orgasm !

the way he would tease your clit forever just to look into your desperate af eyes and laugh at you for being “such a needy fucking puppy yeah?” and the way he would call you a whore and slap you in the face afterwards IM WET

“can’t speak now pup? aww are you so dumb on my cock that you’ve turned into nothing but a doll for me to fuck? yeahhh…”

and the way he would choke you until your eyes roll back in bliss just to laugh at how pliant you are O.M.G

the aftercare though! he would give you so so many face kisses and cuddle you so tightly only to do the exact same thing the night after

jeongin; Msub

look, i’m constantly torn between wanting innie to rail me and wanting to corrupt him but this oneeee…

WHINEY JEONGIN.

when i tell you the whimpers this man lets out whilst you tease the top of his cock is heavenly, i mean dangerously

“y/n- mistress! please!” oh my

his eyes would be focused on YOU, never taking his eyes off his beautiful girl

so much begging and pleading and the way he would moan even louder in desperation when you smirk at him because he knows it gonna be a long night

“i’ll be good! i’ll be so good for you! please y/n!”

the way he would grab your face once he comes down from his high and just kisses you for so long with SO much passion. i will cry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #bang chan smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[zeroeightzeroone]

i'm proud of you - han jisung

love collection

genre: soft, comfort

synopsis: after a long day and an even longer past couple of weeks, jisung needs you

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: ji is stressed

wc ~2.2k | moodboard

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j.one<3: i need you i'm coming over i'll be there in 30

you: i'll unlock the door in 25

taking into account how busy jisung has been the past couple of weeks and the way he's texting you, something is going on with him.

its that time of the year when stray kids are preparing for their comeback and for the past couple of weeks, along with the other members' schedules, jisung's schedule has been packed to the brim. he's been in and out of the recording studio, the dance practice room, attending interviews and pre-recordings to prepare with the rest of the boys, basically working non-stop.

of course, jisung loves his job and is grateful for the opportunity to write, produce and release his music–something he is very passionate about–to the world. but at the end of the day, much like any other job, it can pile up and become incredibly overwhelming. sometimes, you have to take a step back to breathe and return to a better headspace.

along with your boyfriend's schedule, yours has also been packed to the brim. thus, neither of you had the opportunity to spend too much time with the other over the past couple of weeks. the extent of your time together consisting of short, sweet text messages throughout the day, if you were lucky a short phone call before bed to exchange goodnight's.

jisung has reached his limit, he's hit a breaking point. he knows that if he doesn't get at least one night to take a break he may go insane. he needs to take a step back, he needs to take a breather, he needs you.

being one-third of 3racha meant chan had the opportunity to see jisung a bit more than the others, which also meant he had the opportunity to see jisung's well-being take a critical hit and suffer as the days went on. seeing how the boys were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally, chan immediately went to the company to talk with their management and request they take–at the least–a day off.

despite jisung having a key to your apartment, you unlock the door twenty-five minutes before his expected arrival. and a little over five minutes later, he's standing outside your front door and softly knocking to notify you of his arrival. the knocks prompt you off the couch and onto your feet, making your way to the entrance as jisung shuts the door behind him.

your assumption that something is going on is only confirmed when jisung avoids your gaze while discarding his shoes, no words leaving his pouted lips. it's clear he isn't in the best place mentally or emotionally, while you aren't a hundred percent sure of the details, you do know that–much like his texts–he needs you and that you'll be there for him in any way possible.

now that his feet are only clad with his cotton socks, jisung takes a couple steps towards you and places a lingering kiss on your forehead, his shoulders relax the slightest bit as his hands find yours. when he pulls away, he's still avoiding your gaze, but being with him for as long as you have; you don't take it personally. hand in hand, jisung trails behind you as you walk through the apartment and into your bedroom. following quietly and waiting patiently whilst you approach the dresser, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants from the drawer of his clothes.

you turn to him, glancing down at his black denim jeans, "it'll be more comfortable? it's up to you though."

jisung extends his arms and takes the sweatpants out of your hands and into his own. he quickly changes out of the jeans, which are now in a pile on the floor and into the grey sweatpants, you turn to climb into your bed but jisung's hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.

your head cocked in confusion, you stare at your boyfriend.

jisung, who came over clad in a black hoodie, quickly removes the thick fabric from his body. the white long-sleeved shirt he wears underneath rises along with the fabric before it slumps back in place once the hoodie is discarded. you watch jisung with curious eyes as he steps towards you, pulling the hoodie over your head, the fabric bunching up around your neck and shoulders.

he can definitely see the way your cheeks are burning up.

your boyfriend moves your arms around, pulling them through the sleeves before he adjusts the thick fabric around your body. a hum of satisfaction leaves him before he crawls into your bed and makes himself comfortable under the covers.

jisung loves you in his clothes, that fact stays consistent no matter how he's feeling.

snapping out of your daze, you follow suit and crawl under the covers next to jisung who chooses to be the small spoon today. his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your stomach. you feel the way his body relaxes the slightest bit as he nuzzles into your side, pulling you impossibly closer to him. one of your hands ends up in his dark hair, gently carding through the shaggy locks whilst the other one gently caresses his cheekbone.

a wave of comfort washes over jisung at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his scalp, coupled with the feeling of your arms around his body, holding him close, your warmth radiating onto him as a trembling breath leaves his lips. once again, jisung nuzzles into your side but this time to his his face in the fabric of the hoodie. hiding the way his already glossy eyes brim with tears along his waterline, the warm droplets soaking up into the thick fabric. the first whimper that leaves jisung has you immediately holding him tighter, continuing to run your fingers through his hair and reminding him that you're here.

your heart aches at the sound of your boyfriend's cries.

being with jisung for as long as you have, you knew not to take his habit of avoiding your gaze personally. you're very familiar with his habit of avoiding direct eye contact with anyone when he's feeling down or particularly stressed out. you aren't entirely sure of the reason why, but you believe that what isn't seen in jisung's other facial expressions is shown in his eyes. thus, when he is upset or down, avoiding eye contact also means hiding the inner turmoil that is clearly present in his eyes.

with how observant you are, jisung became aware early on in your relationship that it didn't take you long to pick up on this habit of his. it's now something you look out for whenever jisung is feeling distant or in the dumps, it took a while but you eventually found a couple of methods that worked best when jisung fell into this distressed state.

over the years, you have become a lifeline in jisung's life. you are his place of comfort, a home where his heart belongs, where it feels safe. which is precisely why he avoids making eye contact with you in an emotionally sensitive state. the sight of your warm and welcoming eyes would result in an immediate breakdown. the way your eyes sparkle up at him, swimming with concern and a yearning for him would immediately break down his walls, allowing him to be vulnerable around you. allowing his emotions to spill out into your open arms, ready to be a pillar of support for him.

for the next couple of moments, you continue to run your fingers through jisung's hair as he holds your body close and cries into your side. when his sobs gradually become hiccups and sniffles, that's when you take the opportunity to say a couple of words.

"if you wanna talk about it, i'm here," you say softly, "if not, i'm still here."

you crane your head to look down at your boyfriend who moves his head to look up at you, his round eyes puffy and glossy, his eyelashes clumped together with tears. jisung nods, a small smile playing on his lips–one that's more genuine than the others he forced out earlier.

"thank you," he sniffles, his voice is the slightest bit raspy.

you shake your head, moving the hand that isn't in his hair to his cheek to wipe some of his tears. admiration bubbling up inside when jisung leans into your touch.

the both of you fall into a comfortable silence, relishing in the presence of your lover and the warmth that radiates off their body. a presence and a feeling that your busy lives have depraved you both of the past couple of weeks.

despite prolonged periods where you and jisung are deprived of physical affection from the other due to your busy schedules, being able to be under the other's touch, cradled in the other's arms for even just a few moments feels like a reward for all that's been accomplished in your separate lives. being in the arms of your lover exudes a feeling of comfort, and tranquillity, that eventually everything will fall into place, a feeling of reassurance that your hard work is paying off.

sometimes you find it crazy how a simple touch from jisung can turn everything upside down. you could be having a terrible day and he could pull you into his arms and all of a sudden your day ends on a high note.

jisung shares the same sentiment, after weeks of grinding through work that's been piling on and on, being with you, in your arms is just what he needed. you are just what he needs.

you watch with curiosity as jisung moves higher on the bed and onto his back. he locks eyes with you and extends his arms in your direction.

"i wanna hold my baby," he opens and closes his fists, beckoning you into his hold.

you hesitate for a moment, thinking you're here to comfort him. but your boyfriend notices your hesitation and takes it upon himself to pull you into his arms. you rest your cheek against his chest while he holds you tightly. you adjust your head and look up at your boyfriend, whose eyes are still puffy and slightly red. he scrunches his nose when he looks down at you, indicating that he's feeling much better than when he first arrived.

you giggle at his antics.

jisung places a hand on your cheek, much like you did earlier, and caresses your cheekbone gently. gazing down at you with clear adoration in his eyes, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, the corners of his lips tugging upwards as he looks down at you.

he sighs, "work's been a lot lately," you nod and he continues, "i want to make sure i'm putting my best foot forward and doing my best work but it's hard when there's so much going on. i don't wanna disappoint you, the other members, stay."

he takes a moment to think.

"at the same time, i know it's unrealistic to think i–or anyone really– could possibly please everyone. there's always gonna be people that aren't pleased with the things you do and that's life, right?"

your eyes scan over your boyfriend's face as he walks both you and himself through his thoughts.

"which is why i shouldn't be scared of disappointing people if i choose to take a break, to take care of myself when things get overwhelming," he sighs, "but at the same time it's so hard to break out of the mindset where taking breaks means not being productive, i'm so used to thinking that way, you know?"

you hum in acknowledgment, "i know, baby."

"at the very least, i realized sooner rather than later this time. i'm able to take a break earlier instead of further down the line."

"i'm proud of you for taking a much-needed break. you've been working so hard, love."

"thank you, my y/n," jisung's eyes sparkle down at you.

"i understand how you feel, i get like that sometimes to, which you know already," he nods, "i know how hard you work and stay knows how hard you work to give them and show them your best work."

you adjust the position you're lying in so you get a better view of jisung's face.

"i've seen the work you've put out and ones that you haven't yet, they're all amazing. absolute works of art and a testament of your hard work, passion and dedication to your craft."

your boyfriend's eyes dart away from yours as his cheeks flush, heart skipping a beat at your words. jisung always gets quite flustered when he hears kind words praising his work, but he gets particularly flustered when he hears them from you.

"you do your best when you also feel your best. it's definitely easier said than done to extend the compassion and value to yourself since we are, are own biggest critics. nevertheless, i'll be here to reassure you that stay would love to hear that you were able to rest and take breaks in the middle of working hard. i'll always be here to tell you that you're working so hard and are more than deserving of a break, to rest."

jisung leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before he pulls away with a lazy smile.

"you've been working so hard, you've been doing amazing. you're doing so well and i'm so proud of you, han jisung."

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[hanjisick]

chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, ��he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

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[yootaesowlwrites]

I Just Want You To Be Happy - Han Jisung

A61— “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

Warnings: Angst, friends to lovers, happy ending.

W/C: 1.2K

You stared across the room at Jisung as he laughed with his friends, you’ve been in love with him for a few months now, but you never confessed because you knew he had his eye on someone else, so you kept quiet, wanting to see him happy instead, even if that happiness wasn’t the cause of you, you take in a deep breath and bring your glass to your lips to take a sip, your eyes dropping to the floor as you let the cold liquid go down your throat.

“You okay?” A voice says from next to you, you swallow and lower your glass, turning your head to look at the person that had joined you. “You’ve been quiet and keeping yourself in a corner all night,” You lick your lips and put your glass down, a soft chuckle leaving you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You say. “I’m uh… just not feeling the vibe tonight, Seungmin,” He slowly nods his head and looks across the room at where you had been looking at.

“Is it him?” He asks. “Your crush?” You swallow and move to stand from the spot you were sitting, you hated that your crush was so obvious, that was the last thing you wanted it to be,

“I think I’m going home, I’m not enjoying myself,” You say, he quickly stands and grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving. “Let me go,” You try and pull your wrist from his grip. “Seungmin.”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I won’t bring it up again, don’t go,” He says. “We don’t see each other enough,” You let out a sigh and bring your other hand to your face and place it over your eyes, you suddenly feel another hand on your wrist before Seungmin’s disappears, you quickly pull your hand away and saw a hand that didn’t belong to Seungmin holding onto your wrist, you follow the arm that was attached to the hand and found Jisung standing next to you

“Let go,” Jisung says, you freeze in your spot. “It’s not nice to stop someone when they want to stop the conversation.”

“They were going to leave,” Seungmin says, Jisung slowly turns his head to look at you and found you staring at him with wide eyes.

“Is this true, Y/n?” He asks, you could feel your throat drying up, and suddenly you didn’t know what words were, your lips open for you to say something only for them to close. “Y/n, is this true, are you leaving my birthday party early?”

“I… I’m not feeling too well,” You say, he turns towards you, his attention now fully on you. “And I uh, didn’t want to ruin it for you,” He takes in a deep breath.

“Don’t go,” He softly says. “Come, lay down on my bed and if you’re not feeling better in a few hours, I’ll take you home, but don’t go just yet… please,” You could feel a lump forming in your throat, you didn’t want to stay, you wanted to leave.

“Ji… please, I don’t want to ruin your party,” You say. “I’ll only be a bother to you here,” A frown quickly forms on his face.

“A bother?” He asks, you nod your head. “Y/n, you’ve never been a bother, not once, is there something that’s made you think like that?” You look past him, his hand moves to cup your cheek to make you look at him. “Y/n?” You open your lips to respond.

“Did you finally confess?!” Minho asks as he approaches you both, you don’t catch how Jisung’s eyes widen, but your head whips in his direction.

“No!” You say quickly, Jisung’s eyes widen and his head whips back to look at you, you pull your wrist from his grip and quickly spin on your heel, you manage to make your way through the crowd.

“Y/n!” Jisung calls after you, he quickly moves behind you, managing to dodge some people, you exit the apartment building and begin storming down the hallway with him not far behind you. “Y/n, stop, wait, Y/n!” You could hear his footsteps following you with rapid speed, you reach the elevator and step inside the open doors, you press the ground floor button, and watch as he gets closer and closer, you move to press the button to close the door, only for him to grip your hand as he makes it into the elevator. “Y/n…” The doors close, the two of you alone in the elevator, and no one to interrupt you. “What did you want to confess to me?”

“I… it doesn’t matter, Jisung,” You say, trying to pull your hand from his. “Let go, please,” You try again, only for him to step forward, making you step back until your back was pressed against the back wall of the elevator.

“No, it matters, what is it?” He asks, he was close to you, his body almost pressing into yours, his breath hitting your face. “Y/n…”

“Ji, it doesn’t matter, okay… just go back to your party,” You say, you lift your other hand to push him off, only for him to grab that hand as well. “Ji… let go.”

“No, no, what is it?” He asks, he wouldn’t give up that easily, not after you basically ran from the apartment, you struggle against his hold, you let out a sigh of frustration.

“Fine!” You say in frustration. “I like you— no, I’m in love with you, and have been for a while now, there, happy?” You could feel heat travelling up your neck, not because of embarrassment, but because of anger, he froze because of your confession., unsure how to respond “But it doesn’t matter!”

“Wha—?” He asks, finally coming to. “What, what do you mean it doesn’t matter?” You manage to get your hands out from his grip and push him back just as the elevator stops on the ground floor.

“Because…” You begin, the doors slowly open. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you to be happy,” You sounded defeated as you spoke, you move past him, your shoulder brushing against his, he quickly spins around, following you out the of the elevator, he grabs onto your elbow, making you stop. “Let me go… please, just let me go home now.”

“No… no, because who says that you aren’t the reason for my happiness?” He asks, you let out a sigh, lowering your head to the floor. “Tell me…”

“Because you like someone else…” You whisper, closing your eyes, you could feel your eyes burning with tears, you move to pull your elbow from his grip. “And I know that I don’t stand a chance with you…” You pull your elbow from his grip and move towards the door.

“That’s not true,” He says, his voice making you stop. “Sure, I may have liked someone else, but they would never be my first choice…” You begin biting the inside of your cheeks. “No one could ever be the first choice aside from you,” This time it was your turn to freeze, your breathing slowed down, and you take in slow breaths before letting them out, trying to keep them steady. “When Minho asked that question… I thought he was talking to me, but then… this is not the way I wanted it to actually come out, but…” You hear his footsteps moving towards you, you feel him take your elbow once again before spinning you around towards him, his hand moves to cup your cheek. “If this is how it was supposed to happen… so be it,” He leans closer, pressing his lips against yours, softly kissing you.

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[miniversse]

⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

-

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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[hyunverse]

high school sweethearts ʚ♡ɞ han jisung

han jisung x reader. genre — fluff. about — in which you and han jisung are polar opposites. note — wrote this to motivate my han biased friend to do her fucking assignment. @ariesfiey love u. also this is set in malaysia!!!

han jisung is insufferable.

for one, he doesn't know how to shut his mouth up. he babbles and babbles, to the point where you'd feel like plastering his mouth together. he chirps every morning he walks into class, all toothy-smiled. it makes you sick. how could someone be so handsome happy to go to class?

he greets everyone a good morning — in a sing-song tone specially for you. every morning you'd give him the same response. something along the lines of: "my morning is ruined because of you." he never takes offense — simply sticks his tongue out at you and skips away.

he won't stop bothering you. he bothers you for answers of yesterday's mathematics homework, to back him up for being tardy, to let him copy off you for that one important malay language test. jisung asks you all of these while waving a lollipop in front of your face — "this is all i have right now but i promise i'll treat you to one plate of roti canai and a mug of grape-flavoured extrajoss after school."

sometimes jisung texts you late at night to ask you for the homework. it doesn't matter how long you ghost him. he will spam you until he sees "y/n is typing. . ." at the top of the screen.

he can't seem to quit it with his ridiculous jokes either. he'll repeat a knock-knock joke over and over until you laugh — or at least crack a small smile. he's the cutest most annoying when he receives a reaction out of you too — he'll turn smiley and overly happy for the rest of the day.

he wouldn't quit the staring. the boy would stare at you with googly eyes in class, spacing out while he admires the side of your face. he'd think about how pretty you are, not realizing the teacher calling out his name until a chalk flies and hits him on the forehead. he'd sheepish smile then, muttering an apology and pretending he didn't notice the deathly glare you'd send him.

han jisung is insufferable, but he's your favourite insufferable person in the whole wide world.

the raven's a polar opposite of you. you, the class rep, the honour student — and han jisung, the class clown, the tardy boy. many people would say that the combination of you and him doesn't make sense but your classmates would disagree. you compliment each other, like the way stars would decorate a dark sky.

you're always early to class. the first one to enter, when he's the last. though that's how it works with the two of you, you always find a surprise under your desk the first thing in the morning. jisung makes it a routine to slip a note, a bar of chocolate — anything under your table everyday before he leaves the class.

your seat's at the front while his is at the back, making it hard for him to poke your waist with a pencil all the time but it's okay. he uses it as an opportunity to stare at you or to fly a paper airplane to you. jisung has mastered the art of making paper airplanes — learnt how to make it fly straight to your direction. he has a pink pen in his pencil case too — specifically to write notes on the paper airplanes for you. there are times when he'd simply pass a note around until it reaches you. it's risky — there's always a potential the teacher will catch him but again, it's okay. it's okay as long as he gets to catch a glimpse of a grin on your pretty face.

you're constantly the victim of his antics, and it's embarrassing. it's embarrassing how he'd show off the passport sized picture of you in his wallet. he'll flip open his leather wallet and showcase the picture around the classroom like some type of trophy. everytime he puts his phone on his friends' table, he ensures his friends will see the polaroid of the both of you in his phone case. the action would earn whistles and you'd turn beet red, mumbling for him to stop. how could he when he merely wants to show off his pretty darling?

han jisung is insufferable, but at the end of the day, he's your high school sweetheart.

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[jeongin-lvr]

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ relaxed, h.jisung

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆)， 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗃𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍，𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌，𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌，𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇．

[ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ] 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗒𝗒𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 ＆ 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 :3

[ 𝟢．𝟩𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ✩ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ✩ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

JISUNG flew his head back against the back of the couch, his thick brown hair falling around his head messily, sweat spilling from his skin and down his neck messily. His hands were on your head, moaning without much care for who could hear through the thin walls of his apartment. Every little noise he made only fueled you to finish him off for what felt like the hundredth time; holding his thighs with an iron grin and piercing nails, eyes watching as his adam's apple bobbed up and down over and over again.

He was desperate to breathe, but breathing was overrated when your tight throat felt this good around his hard cock, yeah?

You swallowed his cock like a champ, jaw so sore from what felt like hours of milking him for all he's got. Jisung was shooting blanks into your mouth at this point, so sensitive as your tongue ran up and down his thick dick each time you moved your head. There were lewd wet sounds emitting from your mouth as pools of drool dropped down onto your crouched knees.

"Baby— oh, f-fuck!" Jisung's voice rang melodious and sweet, yet deep and raspy. He was tired, so so tired. But somehow he couldn't pry you away, sickeningly, he loved this feeling.

Jisung couldn’t even manage to say your name, convinced that if he did he’d burst right then and there. His hands were clutching his sides, desperately gripping at the couch cushions like they’d somehow sooth the delicious pleasure you gave him. He’d been complaining all week about being stressed… missing you but not having time to fully immerse himself into you, if you get what he’s saying. It was a long week before he finally got to be home with you, and you thought what better than to give him a reward for working so hard?

Multiple rewards that left him gasping for air and tearing up, red nose and heaving chest.

You decided to give your jaw a break, popping his dick out of your mouth and grabbing it in your hand, smiling mischievously up at him as he watched. Jisung was enamored, the new feeling of your tight and controlled hand making his brain extra fuzzy, the spit left over from your lips continuing to make those nasty sounds.

"I love your cock so much, 'Ji," You praised as you jerked your hand loosely up and down, shirt dipping down enough for your tits to spill out, giving him a show. Jisung moaned, his voice raising a pitch each time you pinched at his tip, "Gotta give me another one, please? Let me taste your sweet cum again? Just one more time, c'mon..."

Jisung knew he wouldn't last long with your taunting words and his overstimulated mind; lips parting to speak yet all that came out was choked whimpers before his lips were between his teeth, biting hard enough for blood to break.

"Fuck— yesss, g'na cum— a-again!" Jisung gripped your head as you entrapped his tip between your lips again, dragging your moist tongue along his slit, taunting him— daring him, even, to cum in your mouth, "Yes, baby— holy shit, just like that!"

You worked the rest of his length with your hand, feeling him twitch in your hands, cock releasing thick ropes of delicious cum, coating your tongue and seeping down your throat like a waterfall. The moans your pretty boyfriend let out were heavenly; his voice getting caught in his tense throat and coming out as a choked mess of sobs. His hands tightened on your scalp, gripping your hair and probably leaving fingerprint marks on your skin. Your eyes burned and your cheeks were full of his seed, surprised to see he'd mustered up enough to fill you up.

Jisung let out a pent up sigh as you swallowed all of him, giving his cockhead one last kitten lick of approval. Your face was red, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy as you climbed up on him; he was much more out of it, however, big hands reaching for you and fisted the fabric of your shirt, holding you like a big teddy bear.

You hummed, tucking the cute strands of stray hairs out of his vision, sweat glowed from his skin and clung to his locks.

"Good job, 'Ji," You congratulated, pecking his patted lips, earning a low groan and soft smile from him, "You always do so well for me."

Jisung tugged you closer, clinging to you as he wrapped his big arms around you, inhaling deeply, "How could I not when your mouth is taking me so well?" He teased back, earning a surprised gasp from you before you banged a soft hand on his chest, pretending to pull away.

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[jeonstellate]

hey, rowi here.

i published a 1.9k han jisung fic yesterday, but for some reason it’s not showing up in any of the tags?? which baffles me a lot since i literally use the same kind of tags in almost all of my fics?? i’m not sure what happened this time, but it’s sad since it’s my first han jisung fic too . . .

anyway, if any of you are interested in reading it, i’ll link it above. (please leave at least a like bc it took me months to write, but yk no pressure.)

or if anyone knows why it’s not showing up in the tags, please let me know here! i really want to avoid this happening again in the future ><

thank you for your help! :]

update: the tags are finally working after i deleted and reposted the fic three times! it was a real pain, so please give the linked version charity likes. lmao. but, in all seriousness, thank you; i appreciate y’all <3

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[fleurhcss]

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝? – Han x FEM Reader!

cw : guitarist and singer, rockstar, semi public sex, concert, bfwb to lovers, little bit crazy, perm han, love your thighs

sw : choke kink, biting, oral (both), piv, unprotected sex, humping, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names, MDNI.

wc : 6.600 words

synopsis : You and Jisung have been friends since primary school. A unique friendship. He had a special personality, quirky, a bit manic in some ways. Whereas you were always shy and kept to yourself. You always supported him, even in his budding career as a rock star. You loved the way he held the stage. Unfortunately, this job deprived him of many of life's pleasures, such as sex. One day he made a suggestion which, despite your initial embarrassment, you did not refuse. You were also sexually frustrated because you had never found a man who met your standards. And Jisung was the perfect man. So you began to be best friends with benefits. One day he will start his performance with a new look that will drive you crazy and this will result in a long and hot sex session.

a/n : this is the third fic that I wrote here and I'm so happy to see that a lot of you really liked this plot so after some waitings here for you the full story !!! 🎀 Hope u enjoy this, let's see in the next one !!! 🤍🤍🥰

MASTERLIST

[ HARD SMUT ]

You and Jisung have always been best friends. You met him in primary school when you were just two kids. You still remember the afternoons you spent together eating snacks and helping him with his homework. He was truly a child full of surprises and talents, he could do anything and you followed him everywhere because you loved him. Jisung was a part of you, you shared everything with him. You were two completely different personalities: you were kind, calm, shy and quiet, and he was quirky, eccentric, talkative, who loved to be the centre of attention and show off his talents, but you knew that deep down he was a kind-hearted person, despite some of his peculiar behaviour that you could sometimes not understand. Jisung really was a personality in his own right. He was unique, and that was what made this friendship unique. No one was like Han Jisung. Like your best friend. And no one would ever be. Never. You were a part of each other and had made a promise to each other. Over time, even your different passions and paths had failed to separate you. You had a job that reflected your personality, a simple bartender and photographer, while he, with a brilliant personality, had become a big shot in music. A wonderful rock star. A lifestyle that perfectly reflected his: free, flamboyant, unique. Han Jisung was simply the rock itself.

Unfortunately, however, our duties often and willingly take us away from what is pleasurable. And indeed it did. Because of the time you spent between the café and the photo studio, you could rarely go out at night to find a man to take to bed. And the frustration was high; you felt the physical need to get laid like never before. To get rid of all the stress weighing on your shoulders. Jisung's situation was no different. With his life as a musician, between studio work and concerts scattered around the country or even on tour, he never had time to relax and indulge in his manly pleasures. He had always been a bit of a playboy in his high school days, you well remember him taking advantage of every party to get into bed with some girl. It was amazing how the next day he would tell you everything in detail and you would tease him about his performance in bed. He was so sweet and convincing when he told you about his talents in bed.

However, when he started to devote himself to music, everything changed. No more tales of strange performances in bed. On the contrary, he would tell you how frustrating it was not to be able to take anyone to bed because of lack of time and fame. If he was caught, he would surely end up in the middle of a scandal, and he was determined to avoid that. He hated having to apologise for indulging his pleasures. Also because you were aware of your best friend's strange habits in bed.

Yes, because Han Jisung loved to play strange bed games with anyone who came along. You were in eighth grade when he first told you about one of his crazy nights at a party. He had left bite marks all over the girl's body and had fucked her in a position that you weren't sure you fully understood when he described it to you. Even less did you think it was normal to prepare the girl with the neck of a wine bottle. But that was Jisung, as special in bed as he was in real life.

Sometimes you were afraid of what she might do when you were not around. He was a strange personality and you loved that about him.

Every once in a while, before he went off to the studio for rehearsals or the release of a new album, he would drop by to tell you about the latest happenings over a good cup of coffee. He remembered how you take it from your high school days and loved to bring you breakfast every morning and tell you about the previous day. It gave you the feeling that nothing had changed over the years. You and Jisung were still the same kids in primary school, fighting over which stickers to put under the desk to make it your own.

You loved this side of your friendship, you felt more and more connected to him in every way, it was as if the longer you went on, the more nothing changed. It warmed your heart and you were grateful. You followed him to every concert in the country, leaving the café under the leadership of your clique of friends. Occasionally you took the opportunity to travel and see his concerts around the world, and when you couldn't join him, he would call you and you would stay up all night. He would always send you videos of where he was going, full performances just for you. You were his privileged fan and he loved it all.

Whenever he came back from tour, you would find him at your door with two beers and two pizzas, ready to spend the next two days with you, telling you about his colourful life away from home while on tour. And you smiled broadly when he told you of his madness and when he held you close to him after months of not feeling the contact of your body and the scent of your skin, which he loved madly. You remember how many times he told you how much he loved your perfume, whether it was some new scent you had bought or the simple smell of your skin after a hot winter shower.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of having a Han Jisung as your friend, as your best friend. It was like having a holiday home all to yourself, only in this case the holiday was for life and nothing could change that fate. Not even his crazy ideas about you, or those strange illuminations he had at night, telling you to follow him through the streets at four in the morning, or to play in the playground.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

It was so strange to think about how you had ended up in that situation with Jisung. Him naked at your side, caressing your skin with his lips.

One day, you remember exactly when and how it happened, you were eating a good kebab, he was complaining about how frustrating his life was since he could no longer take anyone to bed with him. You were about to choke on your beer when the idea came out of his mouth. "Yes, we could help each other! You give me pleasure and I give you pleasure. It's a fair deal, see? So I can show you my talents, you who have heard so much about them for so long," he said excitedly, clapping his hands. Do you remember how you looked at him in shock, your cheeks almost burning? You almost didn't choke on your salad. You were embarrassed, you didn't think your best friend could think such things, with you too. With you. Did Jisung really want to fuck you? You were a bit afraid that it would ruin your friendship. But on the other hand I felt he was right, you were the only one he could go with and he was the only one you had time to spend with. It was an offer with merit, and in the end quite tempting. You were shy, but at the same time you didn't want to turn down the offer, after all Jisung was your best friend, what could go wrong that it wouldn't work out? after all, no man reflected your standards and Han Jisung was really the perfect man. Muscular body, slim waist and long legs. Strong arms, a beautiful face with a predatory look. Jisung was simply ethereal.

"Jisung, are you sure about what you are asking me?" you asked, still a little incredulous. "Of course, Princess. I trust no one but you, and among other things, your body is wonderful, you have gorgeous thighs, I would love to stick my face in them." He whispered in your ear, making you blush. You hadn't expected him to be like that. This boy was a constant surprise. He bit your neck, then took a sip of beer and blinked at you. He was going to drive you crazy, you were more than sure. No one could make you like him, it was amazing the power he had over you.

You sighed and looked at him, "All right, I'm in, but don't get any strange ideas Han". You continued to eat as a huge grin appeared on his face.

And when you saw him grinning, you knew it was over for you.

That's how you ended up where you were now, in Han Jisung's arms, naked in his bed. Secretly, perhaps not so secretly, you loved the way he drew strange patterns on your skin, the way he kissed you and branded your breasts. You were always at his mercy. You caressed his warm stomach skin as he almost massaged your shoulder with his eyes closed. You felt him move underneath you to reach for the water and take a sip before he kissed your hair and began to slide his hand down to your bottom, cupping it in his hands and letting out a giggle. He was amazing, that boy, he would never change.

He ran a hand up your back, cupping your neck from behind and letting the back of your neck tilt back, biting your lower lip and pulling it towards him as he massaged your buttocks. You loved the little touches he would give you after a long session of sex. Also because he had worn you out enough that night. You knew how crazy he was in bed, he always proved it to you, and this time he had only confirmed the theory. He had chosen to eat you, laying you on your stomach on the mattress and taking your legs, wrapping them around his neck as he teased your hole with two fingers. You loved it when he pulled at your pussy lips with his teeth, it drove you crazy the way he squeezed as if he wanted to pull them away from you. "What are you thinking about?" He distracted you from your thoughts, you giggled as you thought about him and what you had done in bed just before. "About you and your extraordinary sexual performance," you laughed and then planted a soft kiss on his lips. He patted your bottom as he burst out laughing and covered his face, then rubbed it and rested on his elbows. His chest was full of your marks, as were your breasts. He had enjoyed branding you that night.

"I have a concert tomorrow, are you coming? I will be wearing a new look and there will be a new song on the set list, I hope you like it, Princess." He smiled and then slipped under the covers and catapulted himself over your body, laughing and kissing your stomach. "Of course I'll come, Jisung. I could never miss a concert of yours. I'm curious too. What are you going to do? Will you come back with blue hair like in high school?" you scoffed. He knew how much you had loved that high school period; blue hair had been your favourite look.

He smiled and jumped out from under the covers, towering over your body, your naked intimacies colliding and making you moan. It was literally driving you crazy. "No, something sexier, I have a performance in store that will blow your mind and you will be in the VIP station with backstage access. I need my princess to recharge, in fact I'm feeling very tired right now, I need a healthy recharge." He grinned. And that sneer could only mean one thing with Han Jisung. Another round. This guy really never got tired when you went to bed. "You really are a lost cause, Han," you said, stroking his hair as he rested his chin on your belly. "And you adore me so much." He laughed, then reached between your legs and began to bite your thighs. He loved your thighs and told you so every time you fucked.

"You have no idea how much I love the taste of your skin under my lips." He whispered, still licking away traces of his cum that were present along your thighs. Another thing you loved about fucking was the fact that you were both clean, no protection and on the pill. So he would release inside you and you loved the feeling of the heat spreading inside you.

He kissed your intimacy and began to slowly run his tongue over it as he cupped your thighs. He took a bite and began to penetrate you with his tongue. He may have given you heaven on a silver platter. He squeezed your buttocks and continued to move his tongue inside you, nimbly moving his hot muscle which, on contact with your already hot walls, seemed to plunge into the hidden, fiery caves of the pleasure circle. He broke away to get some air and took the opportunity to bite one thigh and continue to leave marks all over it, again not stopping there but continuing up the thigh as well. "You cannot understand the desire I have for you. You are delicious. My favourite dessert." He slid two fingers together with his tongue to spread you as wide as possible, even though you were not tight because of the act he had already performed earlier; it wasn't your first time together but he wanted you to be not only comfortable but as pleasurable as possible. He didn't mind giving you pleasure vicariously, especially as he knew how much you enjoyed his actions. He began to move his fingers inside your opening, almost simulating the same movements as his tongue, only the latter went much deeper. From two fingers he went to three and he was sure that he had uncovered your sensitive spot because you moaned. And that could only make Jisung competitive. He started to hit that spot while he used his tongue to lubricate it, after all, no one forbid you to come several times in one night.

The more he looked at your naked body, the more Jisung blinked with eyes filled with lust. Caught in a burning passion that could only be stopped by satisfying it, the boy held your thighs tightly and pushed himself into you for the umpteenth time, almost exhausting you. So he was surprised when he saw you rise, but without a word he let you go to see how far you would go. And so he eased you down, laying on the back of your bed that had accommodated you until then, before moaning hoarsely as he fully felt your tight walls welcoming his member from head to toe, "Holy shit baby...you are so tight, how is it possible that I just fucked you."

He placed his veiny hands on your tight waist to help you move as uncontrollable moans and gasps escaped from both your lips. You were about to reach the climax, but it was too soon for him to stop this inexplicable pleasure; he would have gone on indefinitely just to hold you and fuck you. He smiled mischievously as he watched you gain confidence and begin to jump on his member faster and faster. You grabbed his neck, pulling his hair back, and he made you tighten your grip, looking at you with piercing eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt me Mummy - do whatever you want to me. You have no idea how much you drive me crazy." He whispered convincingly as he moved closer to your ear before relaxing under your captivating touch. You loved having that effect on him. To see when you were fucking tired after long sessions without having to see him squeeze you into strange positions. Jisung was enchanting in everything he did, which drove you crazy.... You felt completely at his mercy.

You groaned when you felt him bite your shoulder and turned around to see the teeth marks on your shoulder.

He giggled in amusement and took your chin in one hand and kissed you hard while holding your side with the other, helping you to move faster and faster.

You grinned to yourself, especially when you saw how helpless Jisung was against your touch. "Please make me cum, you're so good, fuck Princess" he moaned into your ear.

Your tongues intertwined as you sought each other out. You sucked on the older man's as you rose and fell on his intimacy. You loved the feel of his hands gripping between your waist and buttocks; it was a sensation that went to your head. "Do you want to come? Who am I not to please you, baby?" You smiled amiably, but with a hint of mockery, not because you wanted to tease him, but because you wanted to provoke him further. You wrapped your hands around the young man's neck and pressed your now joined bodies closer together. You continued to thrust until you tightened around the young man's length and poured yourself onto him. But it was not over there, he had not yet come and you had regained your strength to finish there. You had to give him his endurance for the performance. You continued to move quickly on his member until you were close to his ear. "Why don't you fuck me, hard, use me, cum inside me". You were provoking him. And who was Han Jisung to deny you that? You pulled away and licked the line that connected the beginning of his jaw to his chin. You loved provoking him, it was his favourite part. Especially to see his reaction.

He took you by the neck and pulled you closer to his face, barely laughing at your words. "Oh, but baby doll, we're not done yet." As he spoke, he had brought his free hand to your intimacy to collect some of your moisture, which he immediately brought to his mouth, not taking his eyes off you for a moment, wanting to enjoy your expression as you realised he was tasting you. And that drove you crazy. You loved the look Jisung always reserved for you. He licked his fingers and then looked at you with a mocking grin, determined to take what was coming to him. His member ached from how hard it was and he didn't want to waste any more time, "Do you want me to use you, baby doll, mh? Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered lasciviously in your ear before grabbing your waist again with both hands, squeezing you and holding you still as he had you lie back against the mattress and began to thrust hard and fast on your sensitive spot again. The uneven rhythm allowed Jisung to enjoy your screams as he picked up the pace after a short pause. It was like music to his ears, so much so that he soon found himself moaning along with you. "Fuck baby you are so tight. How I love this feeling." He whispered into your ear. You were crazy about this Jisung. You worshipped him. "Mh...fuck Jisung faster please, I could come again at any moment..."

The last thrusts were harder than the others, he poured himself completely into you, moaning your name in the climax, followed by you, now exhausted.

"You have no idea what I have in store for you tomorrow baby, it will be the most memorable fuck of your entire life. Even the walls will fucking know your name." He laughed, then bit your thigh.

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It had been a tough day at work, you hadn't heard from your best friend and you were sure he was getting ready for the concert that would be this night. In fact, you had already planned your outfit for the evening: a black sheath dress over the thigh with a braid on the chest, a leather jacket and your beloved black knee-high boots. You had also thought of a make-up that would drive Jisung crazy and bring out the colours of your skin.

As soon as you got home, it didn't take you more than two minutes to catapult yourself into the shower and wash up. You were ready in no time, and when you looked in the mirror for the first time in months, you felt really pretty. Beautiful, in fact.

You were really curious about what Jisung had in store for you that night. He had been teasing you until he left your house the day before. He had said that he was going to change his look and you were sure that he was going to do something to his hair as it was the first thing that usually he would change. But you were also very curious about the song he was going to perform in preview this night, as it had not yet been released on any platform. You were sure he would come up with something sexy, as he usually did when he came up with these sudden things. You giggled to yourself. As you grabbed your last things and left the house, you had a smile on your face, happy and curious to see this new side of Jisung. You didn't even need a note, because by now your best friend's security and staff knew you well, not least because you had been caught making out in his dressing room a couple of times and Jisung had been forced to reveal everything to his manager, who had teased him about being desperate. You remember laughing at the look on Jisung's face at that moment.

It had been a tough day at work, you hadn't heard from your best friend and you were sure he was getting ready for the concert that would be this night. In fact, you had already planned your outfit for the evening: a black sheath dress over the thigh with a braid on the chest, a leather jacket and your beloved black knee-high boots. You had also thought of a make-up that would drive Jisung crazy and bring out the colours of your skin.

As soon as you got home, it didn't take you more than two minutes to catapult yourself into the shower and wash up. You were ready in no time, and when you looked in the mirror for the first time in months, you felt really pretty. Beautiful, in fact.

You were really curious about what Jisung had in store for you that night. He had been teasing you until he left your house the day before. He had said that he was going to change his look and you were sure that he was going to do something to his hair as it was the first thing that usually he would change. But you were also very curious about the song he was going to perform in preview this night, as it had not yet been released on any platform. You were sure he would come up with something sexy, as he usually did when he came up with these sudden things. You giggled to yourself. As you grabbed your last things and left the house, you had a smile on your face, happy and curious to see this new side of Jisung. You didn't even need a note, because by now your best friend's security and staff knew you well, not least because you had been caught making out in his dressing room a couple of times and Jisung had been forced to reveal everything to his manager, who had teased him about being desperate. You remember laughing at the look on Jisung's face at that moment.

When you arrived at the entrance to the park where the concert was to take place that night, you were greeted by the staff who escorted you to your reserved seat in the VIP box. Whenever Jisung gave a concert, you felt important just because you were accompanied by his bodyguards. You usually visited him before each concert, but this time you didn't want to spoil the surprise. You wanted to discover his much-vaunted new look at the same time as the performance. You bit your lower lip when the announcer started talking about Jisung and the concert as an introduction, and tugged at your lip fur when the first VCR started. Jisung was truly breathtaking; you had never seen a boy with such refined beauty. He had such delicate and sweet features, but at the same time he was so masculine. Every time you looked at him, you were amazed that his petite body was so well defined and muscular. He was just spectacular. Maybe he was the only guy you would want to fuck no matter who your best friend was. Jisung was the kind of guy you thought was perfect just the way he was. You wondered what he would be like as a boyfriend. But perhaps your mind began to fantasize too much about a hypothetical and almost unlikely relationship with him.

When Jisung appeared a few minutes later and greeted everyone with a big smile, the staff almost had to bring you a glass of water to get you back. It was his usual winking look, that look that drove you crazy, especially when he stuck out his tongue and raised his eyebrows. But it was not that that had particularly impressed you. It was the long-awaited "new look" he had to show off. Her hair was permed, it wasn't quite curly, but he'd waved it to set off his face. It was simply stunning. He wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trousers that dangerously bandaged his toned legs, and his beloved ankle black boots. Not to mention the inexhaustible amount of jewellery he always wore. You could even see his gleaming nose and lip piercings from under the stage.

His eyes caught yours and he winked, and for the first time you actually blushed under his amused gaze. He licked his lips and craned his neck, then approached the microphone. "I want to dedicate this song to someone special. It's new, you've never heard it before, and I want to give you a sneak preview. It's called 'Don't Say'," he finished, picking up his electric guitar and starting to sing. Your lips were open, Jisung made you tremble when he sang, he was really born to be on stage. He had the air of a rock star. His movements, his voice. He was magnificent. You started to feel hot when he threw his knees over the edge of the stage to start a guitar solo. How crazy he made you when he played, he really made your head spin. With that tongue stuck between his teeth, that defiant look. And then that hair, that curly hair falling down over his face, it really drove you crazy. You felt that night that you could have let that boy do anything to you.

You imagined what it would be like to pull his hair like that, to have those curls trapped between your fingers, your fingers trapped in those curls. You bit your lower lip so hard that you felt blood coming out from too much force. You imagined Jisung on top of you, fucking you so hard that you went crazy, arching your back and rolling your eyes. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. You knew that. You had had enough experiences in your life and Jisung, your best friend, had been the best. Now you understood and mostly believed what he told you about his performance in bed, because you had experienced it yourself on your skin, on your body. Jisung could do it, and that drove you crazy. You would have wanted him all to yourself, all the time. Not just for simple fucks, although they weren't that at all. He would take care of you afterwards, spend time with you. You weren't just a one-night stand. Or just a one-night stand friend. Jisung was in love with you, and if you had only understood the way he looked at you, you would have realised it much sooner. He adored you so much. But just seeing him on stage with that erotic look on his face as he smoothly ran his fingers over the guitar strings made you realise how attractive he was even when he was doing normal things. You were crazy about him, and you realised it just by watching him play.

When he unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt during his speech, leaving only two, you squeezed your thighs because you were soaking wet. You were sure that Jisung would tease you even more if he saw you in that state. That was typical of him. He loved to see you under him, moaning and trembling at his touch. Well, how could you not when he reserved that feline look for you. Normally Jisung had such big eyes that he looked like Bambi, you always called him "Squirrel Boy" because of his cheeks or "Bambi Boy" because of his eyes. But when you were under him and he was fucking you, his look was that of a hungry panther who would not be easily sated by you. You were very sure of that. Also, because when you were in bed, the rounds were always three or two, you remember how he once lasted until dawn. It was one of your best fucks.

You returned the look he had reserved for you for a few moments, and you quickly realised that he wanted to take you backstage with him after the concert. You were a little scared after what happened last time, when you were caught. You thought he was a bit of an exhibitionist. Also because it was to be expected, given his personality.

His manager came to see you in person, rolling her eyes; she knew exactly what was coming, and maybe you did too. Jisung was a lost cause. You bit your lower lip again and made yourself comfortable on the small sofa in his dressing room while the manager asked for the door. "Please be discreet, don't make too much noise." She giggled, sending a trail of blush down your cheeks. You looked around and waited for your best friend to arrive, probably stuck at the meet and greet taking pictures with fans. All the more reason for you to be quiet. Or at least you were the one who had to keep a certain voice tone. Every time you fucked the morning after, you had to drink one of those hot herbal teas with honey. And that had always made Jisung sneer and boosted his ego.

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About half an hour after you arrived in his dressing room, the elder's slender, toned figure peeked through the door, his neck craned to one side with his customary wink. He watched you as he finally unbuttoned his shirt and pulled back his semi-curly hair.

He approached you slowly, as if to support the pace of a panther, as if to seduce you. It was an erotic vision. His unbuttoned shirt revealed his toned tan chest, the two nipple piercings reflected in the room as he licked his lips, playing with the piercing in them. You tightened your legs and lost your breath and he noticed it well. "So I see you enjoyed the show quite a bit, very much so my new look, did you?" He laughed as he spread your legs with one knee and rubbed it against your wet cunt. You were unable to respond, as if the cat had really eaten your tongue. In this case, the cat was him. "I can see that you enjoyed it very much. Look at you, princess, all wet just for me." He whispered on your lips and then began a ravenous kiss. He wanted to devour you and you gladly let him.

"You don't know how much, Jisung," you rested your head on the back of the sofa you were sitting on. "Oh, well, I really do notice it, Princess. But you have to be quiet until we reach my apartment, let me tease you a little now," he grinned and then lowered himself between your legs and began to take long bites of your thighs. He loved your thighs, he had told you so many times since you had become what you were at this moment: best friends with benefits. It seemed almost strange to say, but it was true. Although you thought of Jisung as something more than just friends. Who knows what he thought.

Your hands began to ruffle his hair, tugging at the curls at the base of his neck, noting how remarkably well his hair actually grew and how extremely beautiful it made him look. As he left marks and brands on your inner thigh, his curls wrapped around your fingers, you rolled them around your index finger and bit your lower lip. Jisung droves you crazy. When he stood up, you looked down at him, feeling his gaze go straight into your veins and especially between your legs, as the fabric of your panties was now completely wet. But he took advantage of this detail. Yes, he lowered his trousers and you thought he was going to fuck your mouth, but in fact he pulled out his already erect cock and spread your legs even wider and began to rub the length between your covered and wet folds. Now it was hard to hold back your moans. And to help you, he covered your mouth with his hand. His movements were fluid as he trapped his lip between your walls, simulating a fuck. "You're so wet princess, all for me. So warm. God, if only I could fuck you right now." He moaned as he pushed the tip between your pussy covered by the wet fabric of your panties. "MphfJis...I'm...about...to...come!" You said disjointedly because of his hand.

He took your chin with the hand that was covering your mouth and opened your mouth with two fingers, playing with your tongue as he fucked your walls again. "Me too baby, open your mouth." He said and began to fuck your mouth as his thumb made room under your panties and began to move quickly over your clit. This made you roll your eyes back and moan in a way that made his cock jerk. He was driving you crazy. This was going to be the best fuck of your life and you were sure of it.

After several thrusts he poured into the warm walls of your throat and you into your panties and onto his thumb. You almost bit his cock. "You did great baby." He said, leaving your lips to swallow and clean up the cum that dripped down your chin. You did, licking it off as he licked his thumb and lowered himself between your thighs to lick off your humour and rip off your panties. "We won't be needing these anymore." He laughed and threw them into the trash. You almost screamed, you were still very sensitive down there. "You're crazy Han Jisung, you know they can hear us," you said, biting your lip. "Let them hear baby, you are mine and only I can fuck you like this." He whispered in your ear and then pulled you towards him. "Come on, let's go. We have a long night ahead of us Princess." He said, slapping your thighs and pulling on his jacket without putting his shirt back on.

He dragged you with him and left the room, shouting to his manager that he was going home. You were open-mouthed; you had never seen him so eager to fuck you. When you reached the car, all he did was squeeze your thigh as he stepped on the accelerator. Your legs were close together and the fact that you were not wearing panties allowed your vaginal lips to rub between them and wet the seat of Jisung's car. Perhaps a little too much, as the older man noticed and put his hand between your labia and began to rub them. "Jisung, please, I am too sensitive..." you begged him, but that did not stop him, for it only brought another grin to his face.

"Princess, that is not even the beginning."

Indeed he was right, for as soon as you arrived at the elder's house you were immediately thrown into bed and stripped of all your clothes. And now you found yourself naked beneath the still covered body of your best friend. And as he rubbed his covered knee over your naked intimacy, he began to undress until he too was naked in front of your eyes. He lowered himself onto your breasts and began to bite and suck on them, especially your sensitive nipples. Your legs were tight around his waist so that his erect intimacy rubbed against your already sensitive and wet cunt. In fact, as he bit your skin from your neck to your collarbone and your tits, you felt the tip of his cock pushing and rubbing between your walls. "I can feel you so fucking wet for me." He moaned into your ear as you gasped out unconnected words, including his name. "Jisung please fuck me, I can't stand it anymore."

"As you wish my princess." He sneered and then grabbed you by the throat, squeezing you almost to the point of suffocation, and thrust into you, immediately beginning to move with a force you did not believe he had. You moaned like never before and it drove you mad. The way he slapped and rubbed his cock between your walls. His hands slid gently over your hips, massaging and squeezing. It was wonderful, the feeling of your walls around him, around his member, the warmth that only your body could have given him. You squeezed again until his intimacy touched perhaps your inner and weakest part. His lips roamed over your bare skin, lingering here and there to leave marks, bites, kisses. Now and then he focused on your nipples, tormenting them, biting carefully, pulling with his teeth and then sucking. Again. His hands also came to cupping your buttocks, spreading them, massaging them, so to your hips and thighs. Then he began to give you more precise, powerful, almost violent thrusts . "You are fucking magnificent." He whispered in your ear, then bit your earlobe and went back to kissing that bare skin, long since unbleached. He was hungry, you were his favourite dish, his delicacy. If he could, he would have fed on your perfect body all the time.

At that moment, all you could think about was Jisung and how he made you feel by fucking you. For a moment you could not understand where you were. Your mind was clouded with bliss, heat enveloped your whole body like a thick cloud. You couldn't help but melt into the arms of the boy whose name you couldn't stop saying, thrust after thrust.

You dug your nails into the flesh of his arms that blocked your breath, seeking support as you felt your body slowly melt with pleasure, almost too overwhelming to bear. You clung to his lips; it was hard to pull away. You grinned mischievously and rested your hand on the boy's, enticing him to tighten his grip on your neck. You tried to get closer and closer to his body, this pathetic closeness was not enough for you, you wanted more, you felt the need to become one with him. You rested your forehead on his and began to move your pelvis against his.

He pulled away from your body, tightening his grip around your neck as you continued to moan his name. You were sure the older man's neighbours had heard all the times you had screamed his name. But you wanted more and more, you were greedy for his cock, you couldn't get enough of it and you just wanted to feel his hot cum dripping down your thighs. You were addicted to his cock. It was pleasurable to feel the sensation of his nails gripping your flesh, branding it and making it his. Your walls also tightened around his member from the stimulation and God, God only knows how much pleasure Jisung felt at that moment. You began to thrust more and more with your pelvis, helping him with the thrusts. The older man took both of your legs and decided to bring them to your chest so that he could thrust more accurately. To say that you had both become a moaning mess seemed a fairly obvious thing to say, as that had been the case. He lay down by your side, not getting out of you, now you were lying on your side, your legs against his chest as he fucked you, holding you tight from the waist as he knocked the air out of you. "Fuck you are so warm and tight even though I fucked you yesterday. You always welcome me so well, mhh, baby like this, hold me like this," he whispered in a hoarse, almost lazy moan in contrast to the thrusts he was giving you. By now your brain had been disconnected.

"I fucking want you all to myself forever. You are only mine, no one can ever fuck you like I can." He pushed even deeper. "I'm yours Jisung, you're the only man for me." you moaned as you grabbed his hair with one hand, the hair that had driven you crazy all night long, and pulled it, and with the other grabbed your clit, stimulating it. "And you, my only woman," he growled, then moved your hand away and began to move his fingers quickly to facilitate your orgasm.

"Princess... Mhh I'm about to fucking cum," he moaned into your ear and then gave precise strokes inside you. "Mhh ... Jis ... m...e to...oh ..." you cried out, only to come in warm spurts onto his hand and he cums into you. But he did not come out of you, rather he overpowered you and resumed his thrusts, overstimulating you as he rode out his orgasm. "Fuck your walls always so warm and welcoming to me, let's rock all night baby." He growled.

And so you fucked until dawn, rocking all night long.

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