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eternalgyu · 26 days

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me if you even care?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: ot7 riize x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: kissing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: riize brainrot for life

OSAKI SHOTARO

shotaro would find your bow agenda soo cute

especially when you put bows on every single thing you have in the house

like your hairbrush, your hair pins all your plushies had bows on them

he was scrolling on his phone one day when you tap his shoulder

“can i put bows on you :D”

would be confused you but would agree regardless because he is whipped

SUCH A PRETTY BABY

his curly hair would have 2 bows on each side and obv around his wrists as bracelets

WOULD DO THE CUTEST POSES WHEN TAKING PICTURES WITH YOU LATER

he'd be shy at first tho like covering his face

you would put ur lips on his cheek for another pose and after he would be like "okay kiss me properly now"

JDHSISIIAIA

giggling rn where's my taro

WOULD TAKE ONE OF THE BOWS AND PUT IT ON HIS BEANIE.

AND KEEP IT THERE

:(((

SONG EUNSEOK

he would find it odd but wouldnt rly say anything

mostly just because he doesn't see the hype

he might bully u sometimes but would still call u cute

until you come up to him w a roll of ribbon in ur hands.

at first he's super against it

and when you start begging him he gives in

reluctantly

"only because you look like a loser righr now and i pity you"

sigh.

what you don't know is that he's doing it because he's very whipped

gets super red when you get close to him to put on the bows

pulling you close to him when you take photos and videos afterwards

from then on he starts buying bow stuff for you!!

we've coquettifed him guys 🫡

JUNG SUNGCHAN

sungchan would pick up and comment on your new bow obsession pretty fast

would lowkey be fueling it by playing w ur hair when you had bows and kissing your forehead more

and would be confused but would let you when you offered to give him a makeover

PLS he'd be giggling the whole time tbh saying the ribbon was tickling him

"it tickles tho… WAIT BABE STOP"

AFTER the laughing fit

literally cutest poses when you guys are taking photos

bats his eyelashes HES JUST SO CUTE

hes so adorable I could take a bite out of him

what.

defo does this trend w u

fully coquettifed guys

AND

you start putting bows on his weights aswell <3

PARK WONBIN

i feel like wonbin would be well aware of the trend

definitely on the pretty ppl side of tt

and would just laugh when he sees bows everywhere

and when you ask him if you could put bows on him when he comes back from work

he would agree obv

bow on his neck as a choker <3

but SOMEHOW this man doesn't stop smouldering the whole time

serving face 24/7

and when you furrow your eyebrows in concentration he would let it slip for a moment

and smile at uuuuu

after you're done you snap a picture and send it to the gc w the rest of the boys

"hyung u look like a baby lamb" - anton

HIS FACE WOULD DROP

and you take your opportunity

and snap as many pictures as u can

blackmail photos <3

but in general he's the prettiest bby and he looks even prettier w bows <3

HONG SEUNGHAN

he finds your small obsession so so adorable

like he smiles so endearingly when he discovers yet another mug w a small ribbon tied to the handle

and when you ask him the big question he ofc agrees.

now this man can't have you this close to him without kissing you

like your trying to tie a ribbon and somehow his hand is behind your ear and he's pulling you down for a kiss

so after failing the second hair bow

you tie his hands together and finish the carefully tied knot with a bow

same thing for his legs.

you then proceed to take photos w him

"my hosta- boyfriend if u even care 😍"

where he poses adorably in the back

the video blows up and u become tiktok famous 🧍🏼‍♀️

u take more photos

wants atleast one picture where ur both kissing 🙄

cutie patootie.

LEE SOHEE

he thinks every single thing you do is so cute

ONE OF THE PICS OF U W BOWS IS HIS PFP

hes actually is the one fueling the bow obsession you have

"it looks a bit boring. should we put a bow on it?"

SO ADORABLE ACTUALLY

"yn, i saw this trend where people put bows on their boyfriends"

BOWS EVERYWHERE

he'd have small pigtails everywhere fastened by pink pretty ribbons

he probably has pink kiss marks aswell because he said it would "fit the aesthetic"

you definitely have a moment

where u turn around to kiss his cheek

and he turns around and his lips meet urs...

just saying 🤷‍♀️

coquetted to the max pookies

LEE CHANYOUNG

I don't rly think anton wouldn't pick up on it at first??

like sure he's chronically online but i don't think he's seen this trend

like he's see the bows and think they're cute

but wouldnt notice too much

which is why he's so surprised

"bows?? like jojo siwa…?"

anton knows all the trends except this one

JSJSJS U WOULD MAKE EYECONTACT W HIM

AND HE WOULD STARE BACK

and smile

and you would have to start again.

bow on his biceps.

it's self explanatory

WOULD DO CUTE TT DANCES W U

and suddenly when he walks into the dance room he's has a small pink ribbon tied to his headphones

AND HE SAYS IT REMINDS HIM OF U :((

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nichuuu · 6 months

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Polyamorous - 1: Own

Word count: 4k+ Thank you to @gangplanksorenji for proofreading & editing and @capslocked for the wonderful tips. Luv you guys < 3

Fuck.

The expletive leaves your mouth right as Hanni’s tongue makes contact against the base of your shaft. She slides up, licking you up from base to tip. It was inane of you to think that the first thing a global icon like Pham Hanni would want to do after a long week was to take a shower, and you only realised this a second after Hanni dropped down to her knees and undid the string of your sweatpants, the former happening a meagre few seconds after she’d entered. Now here she is, her skin still glistening with sweat from her dance practice earlier as she lathers your shaft in spit.

“Hello.” A simple greeting contrasts the intricate movements of her tongue, the one that swirled and curled around your shaft, slathering every inch of it in glossy, gooey spit. Her voice, her tone—every vowel, every consonant, every word (down to the last syllable), drips with lust. Well she’s needy today, you muse internally. As soon as she stepped through your apartment door, her hands were already on your waistband and chest, forcing the door shut with your body. The wantonness was ever so apparent in those eyes—the ones that looked up at you as she took her time to tease you. Through the jolts of pleasure that shoot up your spine, you manage a strained hey.

A playful hand snakes up, grabs you by the balls. Her eyes gleam.

“You’re full,” she comments. The hand begins a gentle massage of your low hanging fruits. “Been holding it in? To unload inside of you, is what you really want to say. Instead, what comes out is just a simple, raspy yep. The electricity in your veins overrides your brain’s functions, rendering you unable to translate your thoughts into words. The source of this problem is, of course, Hanni, but it's not as if she already knew the effect she had on you; the give away was the look of mischief on her face as her small hand wraps itself around your shaft, pumping with slow, teasing strokes as she let her breath linger around the head of your dick. The next question comes after she delivers a small kiss to your member: How long?

As her lips wrap themselves around you, your hands balled into fists against the door. She expects an answer out of you, but there isn’t much room for thinking when there’s a tight seal around your twitching shaft. For a moment, you think about just grabbing on tight to her skull and fucking her face right there and there. Why couldn’t you? Your shaft was already halfway into her mouth, your hands just centimetres away from her head, a simple motion—Reach forward, grip, thrust—was all you needed. But the control that Hanni has over you liquifies that desire, melting it into nothing but a puddle of a notion in your mind.

“A-A week,” you miraculously manage to reply. Her eyebrows raise, your shaft sliding right back out of her mouth. The twitching meat rests against her cheek as she stares up at you.

“A week?” Her lips pout as she speaks. You want those pouty, plump lips to shower your cock with kisses so badly. “You must have,” she slaps your head against the soft flesh on her face, “quite the load for me then.”

If she keeps this up, you have a feeling that the load she’ll get will be a lot bigger than what she expected. Of course, you keep this to yourself. You find it congenial to watch as she pumps your cock with your head resting against her cheek.

“You know what I really want?” It’s a rhetorical question from her really. You knew exactly what she expected from the moment your dick came out of your underwear; I wanna bounce on your dick, I wanna take you in my ass, I want you to fuck me—All variations of the simple message: Fucking ravish me with your cock.

You know what she wanted, down to the last minute detail. Yet you shake your head. This is more than a simple test of your knowledge on her—it’s a game, a game to see who will follow who’s lead. Right now, it is Hanni who is in charge, this unspoken agreement made between the both of you from the moment she took your cock in her mouth.

She rises from her knees, takes a step closer. Whispers, “I want you to fucking fill me.”

That’s a new one.

In your opinion, the cussing in the sentence was a bit excessive, but it doesn’t take away from the sheer intensity of the lust that bleeds through her words. Then she drags you by the cock, callous in her mannerism as she pulls you towards the couch. Barely ten minutes after she entered your apartment and she’s already getting right to it, and you are genuinely surprised that she didn’t begin her attempts to draw a thick load out of you at the door.

She tosses you onto the couch, then quickly takes her position between your legs. You have to remind yourself to breathe when those lips take you back into her hot, wet mouth; you force yourself to not break right there and then as she draws upwards with her lips and lets them slide over the head of your shaft. She was playing with you, toying with the rock hard meat between your legs to let the blood flow to all the right parts of your body. All you can do is let out a soft drawl—Fuck Hanni—as she slowly kisses up your shaft, doing what you wished she would do while you were still standing at the door. Her lips make contact with your dick more times than you can count. Her eyes sparkle, the corners of her lips upturned into an innocent smile. She’s intentionally breathing a little harder than usual, letting her breath tingle the head of your cock,

The wink she gives you tells you that she’s about to take you for a ride. She doesn’t disappoint, the groan that rips through your throat being the sordid tell that she’s off to a great start. She lets her lips travel down your length—further and further till she realises that she can’t go down anymore, retraces her steps, goes down again. All of this is rinsed and repeated (and it isn’t done slowly, mind you) as drool accumulates on your cock, the fervent gurgling that emulates from the depths of Hanni’s throat telling you that she’s perfectly fine the way she is.

Then she adds her hand, fingers twisting around your slick dick in a corkscrew motion: pumping, stroking, fucking milking you to the best of her ability. She’s pushing you past your limits, overwhelming you with all the sensations she would wreak upon you with what she had available. Your first thought was to grab her by the wrist, pump your shaft even faster with those slender fingers, but then she reads your mind, doing it for you better and faster than you could ever imagine. It slides up and down, up and down together with her lips, spit smiling out between the gaps between her fingers.

Hanni had given you head before (not that it did anything to blunt the utter pleasure that she was able to impart on your body) and it was always done in earnest. She makes it seem so effortless, smooth in her movements and consistent in speed. Many nights you’d receive head from her just like this, but the sight of that jet-black lock of hair bobbing between your legs, the sound of the lewd gurgling and slurping, the feel of that tight seal around your cock that was her lips… None of it ever got old.

She kept it so fresh, so… Well, not exactly clean.

Your hand finds itself on the top of her head, the familiar motion of pushing down on it each time she bottoms out executed as you always did. Now, it should be noted that Hanni’s a very thorough person. When she cleans, she cleans thoroughly. When she examines, she examines thoroughly. And now, when she sucks dick, she sucks it thoroughly. Her mouth was warm, tight and so very wet. It slicked your shaft with spit, leaving a glistening trail that was repainted and retraced with even more of her saliva, plump pink lips cramming in every bit of cock that she could fit into that hot little mouth, and by god could take you in.

Like you said—She was so very thorough.

Her eyes—those dark brown orbs that reflected nothing but lust—stay trained on you, beseeching you to keep your attention on her as she slobbered on your shaft. Her tongue cushions your base, the top of her mouth directing your cock into her throat. She moves deftly, taking you in and out of that mouth with measure, fervent and pace. Hungry is your initial word to describe her, but then it quickly changes to needy, then to fervour. Finally, you settle on Impatient, because that was the best way to describe her style.

She was always impatient. Her style was never a gradual ramp up in pace, but rather “fast and stay fast”. The word “”slow” didn’t exist in Hanni’s books, nor did the word “patience” (though you personally wished that they would sometimes). Every motion had to be done quickly and swiftly. There was no room for child’s play. Yes, she could tease. Yes, she could take her time if she really wanted to. But there really was no need for all of that at the moment, not when she’s bobbing her head between your legs with such gusto.

The black locks bob rhythmically between your spread thighs (there’s no cessation to this allegro) as she takes your shaft in and out of the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh in random patterns, each entry and exit into her lips sending spikes of pleasure from your crotch to the rest of your body. Every so often, a moan would emit from the depths of her throat, sending pleasant vibrations down your shaft and up your spine. You grunted, groaned and sighed; she gurgled, gagged (every now and then) and hummed. The electricity that courses throughout your body is breathtaking. Now you start to think of a word to describe this feeling.

Heaven. Yeah, that was the word to describe it.

You never realise that your eyes closed themselves, but they snap open when your shaft leaves her mouth with a slick, wet pop. For a second, you thought that it was over. Then you realise that you’re far from callow when it comes to dealing with Hanni, and that she’s probably about to escalate things to another level. You’re only proven right when she wipes the spit from the corners of her mouth and rises to her feet.

As she strips, you start to take back what you said about Hanni being impatient. To be clear, she was impatient a good majority of the time. Now however, she seemed to be in the mood for a little bit of slow play. Her baggy shirt slowly rises, the hem going past her waist, then her belly button—continues painfully slowly till you see the elastic band of the sports bra that she has on. Then with a grin, she slings it off her body. Her pants are next, displacing in the opposite direction as her shirt at the same, painfully slow rate. Bit by bit, layer by layer, her garments slowly come undone. It drove you to the brink of delarity. If it were up to you, you’d have stripped her, got her on her back with her knees against her shoulders and railed her till you both came in a sweaty heap–and she would’ve let you do just that, but you didn’t.

With a very slight sashay in her hips, she saunters over. She straddles you, thighs on either side of you as she settles down. Your cock nestled snugly in the space between those plump asscheeks, the ones that you lightly spank, then lightly squeeze. Now the formalities come back into play; her lips hover over yours for a brief second before they gently drop to meet yours. She kisses you, softly, gently. For a moment (and just that moment), you forget that she was creating a sloppy mess between your legs just mere minutes ago.

Her hand—It snakes through your hair, slides down to your face, cups if for a second. Then the other slithers up your chest, stopping right at the collar before it gently tugs at your shirt—Take it off, she’s telling you.

Your hand—Lingers on the firm flesh of her asscheeks for just a moment more, then slides over to the hem of your shirt. The other one slips in, hoisting the thin fabric up and over your head. Then they skate up her sweat-slicked, tight body. They travel up in the same direction and slow fashion of her shirt just moments ago: slowly rising, going past her waist, then her belly button–Continues painfully slowly till you reach those soft, ample mounds that sit proudly atop of her chest.

Then they squeeze.

Her body—It jolts as her breasts are given the attention they long for, a soft sigh leaving her lips. It leans forward ever so slightly, receives kisses from you on the jaw, then the neck. As it flushes against you, she whispers into your ear, “I’ve been waiting for this…”

Your thumb finds the sensitive nub on her opening. “Oh yea?”

“In the dorm…” she trails off for a moment when your thumb begins to rub her clit in small, circular motions, but then she gets back on track, “I always think about riding you till my legs give out.”

You could picture it clearly in your head: Hanni, curled up under her covers in the dorm, her hand between her flushed thighs and another over her mouth as she fingers herself. She moans your name silently, careful not to disturb the others with her raunchy fantasies.

“What else do you think about?” You’re curious to know more.

She falls silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your thumb entertaining her clit for just a second, then she says, you.

There it is: the shameless confession. For the record, you knew that she’d get naughty with herself while she was away from you, she sent you videos—that you could only view once—of her playing with herself in the bathtub of her dorm before. Sometimes, an exclusive video comes in; her leg would be on the bathroom counter, her phone in her right hand while the left works itself between her legs. Quietly and just for the camera, she’d moan your name, and it turns you the fuck on.

“And what exactly do you think of when you think of me?” you press.

Another moment of silence. The admissions spew forth: I think about you folding me in half and fucking me. I think about you bending me over the kitchen counter. I think about you pinning me against the wall. I think about—

She would’ve gone on forever if it didn’t shut her up with a kiss. You consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she imagines all of this while dancing on stage in front of millions of fans, or when she’s in the practice studio learning the steps to the next big hit that they’re about to comeback with. The endless possibilities deluge your mind as you start bringing your kisses down to her jaw, then to her neck.

It's when your lips reach her collar bone that Hanni finally decides to let those hands snake down and grasp on to your cock. It’s when your sigh washes up against her skin that she raises herself up on her knees. She lines you up with her slit, letting you feel the heat of her womanhood as she gently grinds her pussy against the head.

When she sinks down, you feel like blacking out. The tightness, the heat… Fuck, you couldn’t even get started on how wet she is. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her small waist, a sharp exhale forced out of your lungs like a bullet; a guttural moan for Hanni. You’re in perdition barely a second after you get inside of her, and she’s sure as hell not giving you time to adjust.

Then she’s riding you, fast and hard. Her hands grip your shoulders, her head tilted back. She barely gave you time to adjust to the tightness of the flesh around your cock before she’s moaning like her life depends on it. Your name—amongst the expletives and exclamations that tumble out of her mouth—rings clear in your ears, her arms wrapping around the back of your neck, holding you in place like her frenzied movements would make you start moving away.

Then for the next few minutes, it’s just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that punctuates each entrance, the same lips that delivered the sloppiest of blowjobs just minutes prior parting to let such filth fly forth without much of a filter. She crushes those same lips with yours, kissing you vehemently, hungrily. You think for a second about involving some tongue, but that plan quickly goes to waste when her lips tear away from yours to let out another stream of gasps.

She was so hot, so utterly tight and wet around your cock, her hips and thighs moving with such perfect rhythm that it was quite literally breath stealing. In the sheer intensity of it all, your hands stayed on her hips, but she grasps your left hand and brings it to a needy, bouncing breast, her fingers pulling yours around her tight nipple, closing around it and squeezing it, clutching the needy, wanton flesh and eliciting a sigh from her lips. She brings your other hand to her face, making you cup it in a tender, ginger fashion that heavily juxtaposes the raw sex that was happening in the midst of it. In a way, it was cute, but only a little.

In the midst of the overwhelming intensity, you find her right breast, catch it mid bounce and send it straight into your mouth. What left Hanni’s mouth was not exactly a moan, but rather a mewl, one that was high-pitched and so erotic that you wished that you were recording this. Moan louder for me, Hanni is what you wish you could tell her while your mouth sucks on her tit, but alas, one mouth can only handle one thing at a time. You settle with the sighs and cries that make her sweaty chest vibrate ever so slightly, content with the way her voice was getting more and more hoarse from moaning by the second.

She grips you–roughly–on the back of your head, fingernails digging into your skull as she forces your face deeper into her cute little chest. She’s trying desperately, licentiously, to push her mound deeper into your mouth. Then the other hand slinked to your neck, pushing it towards her while she let an even louder cry rip through the air. You ponder on being playful–deliver a small nibble to the flesh that had been impelled into your jaws, or maybe suck on it hard enough to mark it. But when the oh fuck I want to touch myself leaves her mouth, you decide to divert your attention to back to her clit. Your thumb takes its original position, the pad of your finger swirling it in just the right way to make the flesh around you tighten.

When your jaw gets tired, you let the glistening tit pop out of your mouth. “Fuck Hanni,” you decide to quip, “you’re taking this cock so well.”

Her eyes tear away from the ceiling—which she’d been staring at for the past minute or so—to lock on you. Then in a raspy, airy drawl, she replies—This pussy was made to take your cock.

She could be quippy when she wanted to, and she could definitely be overtly lecherous when she desired to. In this case, she’s a combination of both. The slight tinge of haughtiness in her voice tells you: This cock is mine and mine alone, and I’m gonna ride it till I cum. Then there was the generous dash of want in that honey-like voice that says: I love this cock, I love the way it fills me up and stretches me out. It’s gonna make me cum so fucking hard.

A woman of multitudes is what she is, and sex only brings out a few of her many layers. As she bounces atop of you, taking your cock in and out of her hot, slick pussy while she moans and gasps and sighs, you realise how content you are with seeing this wanton, needy and dominant side of her. And as she starts going down on you harder and faster, you come to realise how hot this whole situation is.

Cause picture it this way: A cute, bubbly and pretty Hanni, bouncing relentlessly on your rock hard length that’s slicked with her spit and juices, moaning fervently as she rides you like you’re one of her sex toys, her tits bouncing atop her chest and her thighs quivering around you. It was one of those nights that she felt like being in control, one of those nights where she really just wanted to ride out all of her pent up stress and frustration as she cries, I own this fucking cock. You were more than happy to be her outlet.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s all she Hanni can manage as she starts going even faster, crashing down on you even harder. Her hands slip off your body, reaching behind her back and grabbing on to her ankles. She’s relying on her knees to hoist herself up now, and counting on your hands to hold her steady while she fucks herself on your cock. You’re relying on your self control to hold you back from cumming at the titillating sight.

Her body—curves deliciously in this new position, her flat, toned tummy arching towards you and her head tipping back just slightly past her feet. She feels tighter, hotter, (and somehow) wetter around your cock, soft ‘ah’s floating out from that pretty little mouth. She’s playing with you once more, testing the waters to see what it’ll take to drive you feral. “You like my body don’t you? You’re… You’re so fucking turned on by this fucking body, right?”

“God yes.”

“You wanna fucking ruin it so bad, huh?” She’s looking you dead in the eye. “Wanna get me on my back,” she bends back further, “and shove this thick fucking cock into this tight fuckdoll don’t you?”

You contemplate just hoisting her up into the air and making her ride you while you are standing, picturing the sight of her face dropping and rising in front of your face as the full length of your shaft spears deep into her tight and wet walls. But when…

“But when” what?

Up till this point, there was always something stopping you from doing as you pleased. Now however, you couldn’t find anything to stop you from succumbing to your desires–and so you do, scooping your hands beneath that plump ass and rising to your feet.

“H-Hey!” she yelps in surprise as she’s hoisted into the air. She was a lot heavier than she looked

“What’s wrong?” you challenged, adjusting your grip on her small frame to offer her better support. “Can’t own this cock while you’re standing up?”

She recognises the challenge, straightens her back before you.

“I can own this cock in any position.” Her tone is unwavering, her ass shifting slightly in your grasp as her legs wrap themselves around you. A dark look crosses her face in the form of a bright grin. With the assistance of gravity, she lets herself fall slightly, rock hard meat driving straight up her hot, wet cunt. The wide-eyed, mouth agape complexion of surprise takes her face as she’s filled to the brim. A shrill, breathy cry shoots out from her chest; it’s music to your ears as you start thrusting upwards and into her waiting walls, the same ones that squeeze down harder around you as the head of your cock starts to knock against her cervix.

Fuck, is all she can manage to get out before she’s throwing herself down onto your cock. She takes you in—down to the hilt, balls deep—hard and fast, not sparing a single second to catch her breath. Her moans are fragmented, split into different tones as she rises and falls on your dick—sometimes passionate and shrill, other times deep and guttural. She’s maximising her output energy for more pleasure, converting that pleasure into energy that powers the sinful rock of her hips each time she takes you in. Then she’s screaming: Oh god, Oh my fucking god, crying: You’re so deep. I can’t fucking take it!, gasping: You’re gonna–I’m gonna–Oh fuck I’m…

But it’s the declaration that really gets you, the one where she screams into your ear: Oh fuck, I’m cumming!

Just like that, Pham Hanni comes undone as she cums. The orgasm that cuts through her body is terrifyingly violent, but oh-so-wonderful to watch as tight, hot flesh spasms around your cock and that pretty little body convulses in your arms. For beautiful seconds, she is utterly overwhelmed by the sensations, until finally she slumps forward in your arms, breathing heavily. You take that moment of vulnerability to get her on her back, spreading her flushed, trembling thighs and pumping into her body once again. She lets you do that—not that she could fight it in her current state—as she wraps her arms back around your neck and whispers, “Be good… Fill me.”

Then nothing else matters for the next few minutes. Only Hanni’s body exists in the long minutes where you fervently pump your shaft between her legs. She looks so good beneath you, her pussy swallowing your cock whole and her tits spilling out through the gaps of your fingers because of how hard you’re holding on to them. Through her soft, horse moans, she eggs you on: Come on baby, give me that nice big load… Cum in me then fuck it deep inside of me. You know you want to.

Then she pulls you close, breathing on your ear, imploring you, “Please, please, please cum inside your little fuckdoll… I want it so bad.”

And so you do—burying yourself as deep inside her as you can before finally letting the pleasure overwhelm you. Your cock pulsates as it fills with semen before spurting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside Hanni’s tight, grasping pussy. She lets a soft moan escape her lips with each spurt, as though welcoming it, as though each one were something she long wanted and needed.

After you empty yourself inside her you withdraw your still stiff, cum-slick cock halfway out of her body before thrusting back in, letting your cock stir the load inside her, saturating her walls, making her already drenched and dripping pussy even more of a sloppy mess. She lets little sighs of pleasure and contentment leave her lips as you take your liberties with her hole, relishing the warm wetness of your cum inside her as you take your last few thrusts into her body, pushing the thick load that she’d been waiting for deep into her.

You only ever stop moving after your arms give out. You crash atop of her, your ragged breaths hardly in sync with hers as you feel the soreness begin to creep up from your feet to your thighs. Softly, gently, she nuzzles herself into the crook of your neck and breathes, thank you.

You raise your head just enough so that your mouth is next to her ear. “Welcome back.”

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sluttywoozi · 11 months

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em. u need to listen to me. we've all seen the recent gose and saw jeonghan and mingyu and ooooo jeonghan is THAT type of bf BUT!!!! we r all overlooking kim mingyu. mingyu who shoved his shoulder in annoyance. but mingyu who still held onto jeonghan's hand. mingyu who is a little annoyed or a little mad at you but still wants to remind you he loves you (pls write smthn like this if u can!!!)

-🐙

You're late. Again. For the fourth time this week.

That makes it the fourth time Mingyu has eaten dinner by himself and gone to bed alone. The fourth time he's had to fall asleep without your warmth next to him and your body curled up against his. Without the scent of your hair under his nose and his fingers tangled with yours. Without the person he loves most in the world by his side.

He understands that your work is important, knows that your office can't function without you, but is this deal really so pivotal that you have to be there all hours of the day?

He feels like it's been ages since he's sat across the dinner table from you and just talked, since he's gotten to be big spoon to your little as you watch a movie on the couch, since he's fallen asleep with you in his arms instead of on his mind.

And honestly, he's starting to feel a little annoyed about it.

Mingyu knows he's important to you too, knows you love him more than anything, but he's not feeling it lately.

It's nearing midnight when the alarm system beeps, jerking him out of a light slumber and letting him know you've finally made it home. He can hear your beleaguered steps echo throughout the apartment, noting that you skip the kitchen and dinner he'd left in the fridge for you to head straight to the bedroom.

Mingyu isn't proud of it, but he pretends to be asleep when you come in. He's not sure if you buy the act, but you brush a hand over his hair and drop a kiss to his forehead anyway before stripping your work clothes and taking a quick shower.

When you return to the bedroom, you just sit on the edge of the bed in your towel, making no moves to dry off or get dressed. It makes him peek an eye open to see if he can figure out what you're doing, and he feels the annoyance in his chest cool to a low simmer when he catches sight of you.

You look so small. Your shoulders are curved inward, your elbows on your knees and your head bowed, and the sigh you let out sounds so exhausted, it makes his heart clench.

He can be mad at you later. Right now, you need him.

So he slowly gets out of bed, knowing you feel the movement and not worrying about startling you as he kneels on the floor in front of you. Removing your hands from your face, Mingyu searches out your eyes and winces at the tears in them.

"S'wrong, baby?"

"I'm just so tired and I miss you and I'm sorry," you mumble, still avoiding his gaze.

He cups your cheeks with his palms, lightly smushing them together just to make you giggle, before assuring you, "You can rest now. I miss you too, but you'll be done soon, right?"

"Right. Tomorrow's the deadline," you cringe to yourself at those words, but shake your head, visibly clearing your mind. "And you're my boyfriend, and I love you, but I haven't really been acting like it lately, huh?"

"You're doing your best, baby."

"I promise I'll do better."

#🐙 anon you're so right #hannie was so boyf in that episode but so was mingyu #this was probably not as lighthearted as you wanted my b #✨emily answers✨#✨emily writes✨#seventeen fluff #mingyu fluff #kim mingyu fluff #svt fluff #svt drabbles #mingyu scenarios #mingyu angst #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #mingyu x y/n #mingyu #🐙 anon

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vex91 · 8 months

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Hanni Pham - Not so secret crush

Pairing: Hanni Pham x Female Reader

Fandom: NewJeans

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: can you write a fluffy oneshot where Hanni is a big fan of One Direction (Idk the fandom 😭) and the Reader is a Taylor Swift fan and they dedicate 'Perfect' and 'Style' to each other or something like this? Also, sorry for my writing, English is not my first language and I used the translator 😭

Summary: No one expected Hanni to dedicate a love song for you but what was an even bigger shock is you doing the same.

A/N: A request for my NewJeans's bias wrecker is always welcomed, also me as a Swiftie reading this request🤭 Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

"In our studio today NewJeans, welcome" The interviewer smiled and bowed at the girls which they reciprocated. Today NewJeans had an interview for one of the most popular radio shows in Korea where they came to promote their upcoming album. That day Hanni was in a very happy mood that was noticed by the other members and even though they were curious as to what happened to her to get her in such a good mood, they decided to just leave it be and be happy that she was happy.

The reason for Hanni's sudden happiness was the fact that that day was the release of your solo album and as your biggest fan she couldn't wait to get back to their dorm and listen to it. Truthfully Hanni was your fan ever since you debuted in IVE and was constantly supporting you ever since then and when she finally debuted, all she could think about was that now she had a chance to meet you in person and maybe talk for a bit. Honestly she wished that she could be with you together as a couple but it seemed impossible for her, especially since you guys weren't even friends.

That's what often saddened her, despite talking a few times during music shows and stuff she couldn't call it a friendship. At least you knew she existed and even complimented her and her group a few times which caused her to make a big deal out of it, not letting her members forget about it for the rest of that day. She was just completely into you.

The interview continued just like always and everything was completely peaceful until one question came up "So, is there any idol you want to dedicate any song to?" The question was unexpected but didn't bothered the girls and when it was finally Hanni's turn she looked into the camera and decided to just go for it "Well a lot of my fans might already know that I was a huge One Direction fan before so I want to dedicate "Perfect" by them for IVE's Y/N-sunbaenim" This left everyone surprised by the choice of the song and an idol since no one there expected Hanni to just dedicate a love song for another idol.

Minji slapped Hanni's shoulder before laughing along with her and somehow they managed to change everyone's attention from Hanni and to Danielle who was the last one to answer the question. Still that didn't changed the fact that their fans had the best day with this one clip and the next day yours and Hanni's names were trending all over social media and despite her being pretty bold in that moment, later she was stressed because she wasn't sure how you would react.

And then you had a solo interview there with the same person who interviewed NewJeans and they decided to use the opportunity and ask you the same question "So Y/N, is there any idol you want to dedicate any song to?" You smiled when the question was asked, already knowing how to answer this "Yeah I do actually. So I saw a clip of NewJeans's Hanni dedicating 'Perfect' to me and by the way great song choice because I love it. That's why I want to dedicate a song to her and since I'm a huge Taylor Swift fan I'm gonna go with 'Style' " The interviewer chuckled at the situation before he continued the interview.

To say that Hanni was shocked would be an understatement, she had to watch a clip hundreds times before showing it to all her members to make sure that she's hearing it correctly. Just like before the internet went wild with the clips and your names were trending everywhere along with your ship name. People who thought before that something was between you had the time of their lives with the whole situation and it became so big that your companies had to make statements.

"Starship Entertainment denies the rumors surrounding one of their artists, IVE's Lee Y/N and Hybe's artist, NewJeans's Hanni Pham. After confirming the situation with the artists they claim that the relationship between them is only platonic"

Honestly that didn't changed much because despite the statement being released to let people know that there is nothing between you two, everyone are sure that there are some feelings involved.

And truthfully they may be right.

#vex writes #newjeans x reader #newjeans reactions #hanni pham x reader #hanni pham

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scoupsofjisung · 2 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ texting han jisung to wash the dishes pretty please

🧸 paring: han jisung x gn! reader

🧸 author rambles: this is my first text fic ever!! i was kinda just experimenting with the format, thanks hanji for being my test subject!! i hope this was somewhat cute and or made you smile. im very much a “finding beauty in the mundane” enthusiast, so im predicting lots of my works will be fluffy mundanity <3 (i also ramble a lot) (im also in a very “babe” and “baby” mood and it’s bleeding into my writing) (ALSO OMG headcanon that hanji sends <4 to show he loves you MORE than the standard <3. what a dork) anyway, enjoy!!

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feelbokkie · 5 months

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Daily Seungminnie tax cause it's been a while since I've graced you with pictures of him ♡♡♡

so you guys have all been gatekeeping this picture from me huh?

what is this?

i'm having totally normal thoughts and can definitely breathe

i need to have a lie down

#feelbokkie answers #💐 mooties #bc i'm not writing smaus rn i only go on pinterest to get pics for amy's daily hannies so i don't see seungmo often #but what the fuck #bokkie's seungmo tax

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thatsnotbuddies · 2 months

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#ok peaky blinders #jack eichel #noah hanifin #anthony mantha #vegas golden knights #vgk #jeichs giving peaky hanny giving GoL . did u know i had a very intense joe cole phase once #jack drove em there in his lambo btw #i could write an entire au off this #hanny trade

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jiihu · 1 year

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can u pls write a hanni x reader in a toxic relationship where hanni always turns down reader snd leaves w her friends? ty

﹅ 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 (𝟴); 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶

﹅ summary — despite being absolutely infatuated with hanni, she never gives you the time of day. after breaking through her tough exterior, you find she has reasons for her cold disposition.

﹅ content — angst, toxic-ish relationship, 6thmember!reader, fluff(?)

﹅ word count — 1.7k

﹅ a/n — okay i tried a wee bit of fluff instead of just pure angst for the first time, i think that’s why i struggled a little to finish this, but enjoy!

You were almost certain Hanni hated you. Matter of fact, you were certain that Hanni hated you. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t just the insecurities that you dealt with in your head from time to time. You weren’t the only person who noticed it.

When you announced your relationship with Hanni, everyone’s reactions were very confused, to say the least. The two of you shared an interesting dynamic; you, very obviously infatuated with her and Hanni, seemingly uninterested, and quite annoyed, with your presence.

“Hanni!” You sang, walking into her room where she was lounging across her bed. She looked up at you with a smile before turning back to her phone. “Are you busy?” She started to shake her head before stopping herself and looking back down at her phone.

“Yeah, sorry. Minji asked me to help her with something today.” You frowned, your eyes analyzing her expression.

“Minji? She’s visiting her parents today.”

“Oh! Maybe she forgot to tell me,” Hanni nervously laughed, squeezing her phone between her fingers.

“Okay,” you trailed off, picking at the skin on your fingers. “Are you still busy now?” She nodded, looking back down to distract herself again.

“Sorry, Y/N. You know how busy I can get. Idol life and all.”

You knew she wasn’t busy, but you couldn’t find the energy to confront her about it either. You let out a sigh, turning to walk out of her room. “Wait! We can hang out tomorrow.” Her words went in one ear and out the other, refusing to fall for more empty promises from her. Closing the door, you dragged your feet back to your room.

“Seriously? She told me she’s busy because of ‘idol life’. As if I wouldn’t know what that’s like!” You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. Danielle rubbed your back, tracing comforting shapes into your shirt.

"I know you're not stupid, Y/N. So why do you continue to let her treat you like you are?" You turned over and looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

"What?" She let out a breath, retracting her hand.

"I tried not to say anything for days, but the way she treats you is so not okay. I've caught her lying so many times about schedules, and I know you've realized it too."

"Are you saying she's cheating on me?" Danielle perked up, waving her arms frantically.

"No! But she also clearly doesn't care about you enough to even want to spend time with you." You scoffed, turning back over onto your stomach.

"She just gets busy sometimes." Danielle went with her better judgment and left the conversation there, knowing that there was no convincing you. Despite the treatment that you get from Hanni, you've never once thought to leave her. She'd never intentionally hurt you, would she?

It was the last practice day you guys had until your comeback, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the pressure.

Minji froze, slowly turning around to face Hanni. You could tell by her tired eyes that she was ready to head home, but felt that she had to work out the last few kinks with the choreography. "For the last time, you actually have to touch arms with Y/N for this to work." Minji pointed an accusatory finger in your direction. "You two need to fix whatever you have going on." Hyein bumped Minji's shoulder, looking over to Hanni.

"It's not Y/N's fault. Hanni's been acting weird all week."

"I don't care whose fault it is, bro! We don't have time for this." Minji ran her fingers through her hair, pacing around the practice room. You glanced over to Hanni, surprisingly catching her eyes for what seemed like the first time in forever.

"Can we talk," you watched as her mouth opened and closed, seemingly looking for an excuse, "please?" She shook her head, gesturing towards Minji.

"Can it wait until after practice? Minji's already stressed out enough as it is." You sighed, nodding as you got back into position.

"Do it right this time!" Minji shouted, only half-joking as you two reached the point where you'd link arms with Hanni. She looked over to you, stretching her arm towards you reluctantly, evident by the falter in her step. Fortunately, Minji didn't notice it, or if she did she didn't comment on it.

"Can we go now?" Haerin whined, sitting on the floor and leaning back onto her arms.

"Hyein and Haerin, you two can go. I need to talk with Y/N and Hanni." Hanni groaned, getting a warning glare from Minji. Hyein and Haerin packed their bags before leaving the room with a short glance toward the three of you. "What's the issue with you two?"

"What issue?" Minji looked at you with an exasperated expression, a frown on her lips.

"There's no issue," Hanni interrupted, picking up her water bottle from the floor. "Can we leave now? I want to go to sleep." Minji sighed, gesturing towards the door with her wrist. You walked over to your backpack, shove your jacket inside, and zipped it up.

"Hey, Hanni? Wanna…" You trailed off as you heard the door slam, turning around to see Minji standing behind me with a sympathetic expression.

"On another note, is something wrong with the two of you?"

"No!" You blurted out, looking up at Minji. "I mean, I don't think so. I don't know," you sighed, holding your arms close to your chest. Minji walked over to you, pulling you into her embrace.

"I'm sorry." You leaned into her embrace, your fingers clutching the fabric of her jacket.

"For what?" You mumbled into her shoulder, feeling your eyes begin to water from the attention that Minji was showing you.

"I don't know. Just felt like you needed to hear it." She pulled away from you, using the pads of her thumbs to wipe away your tears. "Can I take you out for dinner?"

"Did she really say that?" Minji exclaimed, her jaw dropping.

"Yes!" You started laughing, reaching across the table to steal some of Minji's dessert. Usually, she would grab your wrist and threaten you to hand it back over, but she pushed the plate closer toward you.

"I hate that it'll probably be cut out, I wanna see your reaction." You shook your head, quickly swallowing your food.

"It wasn't too bad. It's probably still there." Minji started to say something again, but it felt like time had stopped when you looked up to see Hanni enter the restaurant with an unknown pink-haired girl beside her. Minji noticed your silence and followed your gaze to Hanni, her eyebrows furrowing as she turned to face you.

"I thought she wanted to go to bed?" You shrugged, looking down at your half-eaten slice of cake on the table. Minji noticed your sudden change in mood and stood up to go confront Hanni. You caught her arm in your grasp, pulling her back down.

"It's okay. She'll just deny it anyway." Minji sat back down, her eyes searching your own before she sighed.

"How long are you going to let this go on?"

You stayed silent, your eyes wandering back over to Hanni. You catch yourself wondering if Hanni harbors the same feelings for you as you do for her more times than you'd like to admit. No matter how many times someone brings up Hanni's actions, you wanted to believe that she'd come around eventually; even if that meant lying to yourself. You abruptly stood up from your seat, Minji quickly following suit as you both tried to ignore Hanni's curious eyes.

Minji sped up to keep pace with you, wrapping an arm and her jacket around your shoulders as you two headed back to the dorms.

"Honestly, I don't know."

You sat crossed-legged on your bed, hoping Hanni was going to come to see you like she said before she headed to bed. You heard the door creak and you looked up to see Hanni slip inside your room, softly closing the door behind her. "You came."

"I said I would, didn't I?" Hanni smiled, wheeling the desk chair over to you. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah. I'm sure you know what I want to say." Hanni let out a breath, picking at her nails.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"That's it? That's all you have to say after weeks of this?" Hanni frowned, fidgeting in her seat.

"What do you want me to say?" Your eyes widened in disbelief, unfolding your legs as you leaned closer to Hanni.

"I don't know, an explanation, maybe? As to why you've been treating your girlfriend like shit for the past God knows how long!" You shook your head at Hanni's silence, her lack of words enraging you even more. "This is humiliating, Hanni. Everyone sees how you treat me. And I tried to ignore it, but I can't take this anymore! Either you tell me what's going on, or we can end this right now."

Hanni stared up at you with a bewildered look, her eyes glancing toward the door. You could see the gears turning in her head, debating if it was worth it to open up about her feelings.

"I'm scared to lose you."

"I'm right here, Hanni. Just talk to me!" She shook her head, her leg bouncing nervously.

"That's why I'm scared. You're here now, but what about in the next few months? What if we're not together anymore? I'm scared Y/N. I'm scared that we're going to try our best, and it won't be enough. That we try, fail, and try again but it's still not enough. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you."

You stared at Hanni for a moment, before kneeling in front of her and taking her hands into yours.

"You won't lose me, Hanni. Even if we're not together anymore, I'll always be there for you. And besides, I don't plan on letting you leave me anytime soon." She playfully rolled her eyes, pushing you away from her. She looked down at you as you looked up at her, your eyes holding nothing but admiration.

"Are we okay?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around her calves and resting your head on her knees.

"We're okay."

"Finally!" You heard from behind the door, followed by applause.

"Hyein, be quiet!"

#fem reader #new jeans x reader #new jeans hanni #hanni x reader #pham hanni x reader #hanni imagines #pham hanni imagines #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #gg imagines #new jeans imagines #⸻ writes! 📄

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noajakah236482 · 5 months

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𝕌𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

"As long as he's happy, I am too..."

Pairing/ nonidol!niki × reader

Synopsis/ reader likes niki but...

Genre/ mostly fluff, little bit of angst in some chapters

Warnings/ none

Pt.3

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♡𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥...?

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"I brought popcorn!" said Hanni as she barged into my apartment

"Uhhh... So who's not here yet?" I asked

Eunchae told that Riki and Harja hadn't arrived yet. Of course. Just as I was about to call them, the doorbell rang. "Decent human beings." Yuna murmured, not directed at Hanni, definitely.

I went to open the door and let the two boys in. Ni-ki was wearing the black hoodie i had gifted him on his birthday! He looked pretty attractive in it.

"hey you okay?" he asked

"h-huh? Oh uhm y-yeah" WHY DID I STUTTER? I realized i was staring at him. The girls were giggling from behind. "the hoodie looks good on you" "i know right!! And the hoodie you gave is pretty cool in itself"

I smiled at him.

"OKAY OKAY LOVEBIRDS COME INSIDE NOW" Eunchae told us. I couldn't help but smile... WHYY

"Eunchae you know you're the only one i see in the name of lovee" riki replied (NOT SHIPPING THEM, THIS IS JUST A FIC) "riki stop being so cheesy. You know i dont like you as more than a brother right?" she replied. "BROTHER?" "YES." "But-"

"JUST START THE SHOWWW" hanni interptted their quarel. "Yeah yeah. Now stop screaming, we aren't deaf yet, by some miracle." harua sarcastically commented. Hanni threw her pillow at him. "HEY!" he exclaimed. "no spoilers for me and hanni please." yuna requested. "uhhhhh...." the rest of us glanced at eachother. "Okay sit down now. We're starting. I'm sitting next to y/n!" said Eunchae. "Me too!!" Riki followed. Even Riki... Wait... Why am i smiling? It's nlt a big deal... I guess?! He likes Eunchae, not me, not like that matters, we're just friends...

I heard Adrien Agreste say that in my mind for some reason!

There's no way right...? I'm not developing feelings for Riki... No... Right...? Uh oh.

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ᴀ/ɴ > ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵘʳᵗ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ...? ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʸ/ⁿ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵃˡ ˡᵐᵒᵃ.

( Ĭ ^ Ĭ )

ᵃᵈʳⁱᵉⁿ ᵃᵍʳᵉˢᵗᵉ ⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ. ᶜʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒⁱʳ ⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ.

◐▽◐...

ᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4 ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴏɴ

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yourarmsmyhome · 8 months

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Look at my baby looking all cute and cuddly!

After he spent most of his birthday on the plane. Which got me thinking... some nsfw thoughts under the cut, indulge me.

Jisung walked down the aisle of the airplane cabin. He was still giddy and buzzing from the VMA win, and their performance in front of an international star studded audience. Once he found his seat, he flopped down and stretched out his legs. He made himself comfortable, chose an album to listen to, before pulling his noise canceling headphones onto his ears and wrapping himself into a blanket.

Leaning back in his seat, he didn't think he would be able to go to sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, and his birthday being just a few short hours away. He didn't love the idea of spending most of his birthday on the plane, but he was happy to be on his way home and looking forward to sleeping in his own bed again after a busy few months. He pushed down the blinds of the window and closed his eyes, feeling the swooping in his stomach once the plane took off.

The next time he opened his eyes Minho was kneeling next to him, breath ghosting over Jisung's face, gently rubbing his shoulder, and removing Jisung's headphones.

"Happy birthday, Jagiya!", he whispered with a smirk.

Jisung rubbed his eyes sleepily and tapped his phone to look at the time. He had just officially turned 23, and would have definitely slept through most of the flight and with it his birthday. He shifted his eyes back to Minho's, smiling. Of course his boyfriend would be the first one to congratulate him, a warm feeling filled his chest at the thought.

"Your present is waiting for you at home, Han-ah, but I've been thinking," he moved closer, leaning into Jisung's space and continued with a soft whisper "You should become a member of the Mile High Club for your birthday." He leaned back and smiled innocently, eyes glinting in the dimmed airplane lights, before getting up and slowly walking to the airplane bathroom a few rows behind Jisung's seat.

Jisung's breath hitched, his brain was still fuzzy from sleep, but his stomach twisted, thrilled by Minho's offer. He looked around the cabin and didn't see anybody paying attention to him as he slowly pushed away his blanket and got up. The walk to the bathroom felt longer than expected, his heart hammering loudly in his chest.

Once he pushed the restroom door open, Minho was on him - hands wrapping around Jisung's torso, blindly swiping the lock closed behind him, their bodies pressed close, his hair tickling Jisung's face and his lips next to Jisung's earlobe: "You'll have to be extra quiet today baby. We wouldn't want to cause any scenes here, would we?"

Jisung shook his head softly, humming gently, eyes sliding shut, when Minho's lips brushed his cheek and landed on his just a breath later. Jisung inhaled sharply when Minho's teeth pulled on his bottom lip, hands grabbing his waist, pushing Jisung against the door and leaning into him. Jisung loved being this close to Minho, feeling his heartbeat and heavy breaths, their bodies matching in all aspects, synchronized, one.

Minho's lips left a trail of kisses along his cheek, jaw, down his neck and finally reached his clavicle, softly biting, careful not to leave a mark. He pulled Jisung's sweater up then dipped down to lick at one of his pink nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive spot. Jisung's breath stuttered, his hands automatically grabbing onto Minho's arms, fingers digging into the muscle. Minho lifted his eyes to Jisung's, slowly licking along his pec, Jisung's head lolled back, bumped the door with a thud. He heard Minho giggle softly before moving onto his waist, then his hip bone, alternating between soft kisses and harsh bites, dragging his teeth along the bone, making Jisung hiss. When Minho's hands skimmed along the waistband of his pants, Jisung whimpered. He had a hard time being quiet on a good day, with Minho knowing all the ins and outs of his body, but being surrounded by people, way up high in the air Jisung felt lightheaded. Soft moans falling from his lips when Minho finally unbuttoned his pants and pressed a palm against his bulge. Minho's mouth was on him again, seconds later. Jisung could feel Minho's lips and breath through his underwear, mouth parted around his erection, dragging it along the length, until he reached the head, sucking and licking over it, leaving a wet spot on the fabric Jisung knew he would feel even after they were done.

Finally Minho removes the piece of fabric, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously, before his hands were on Jisung's bare ass, groping and kneading, making Jisung's eyes flutter shut again, a whimper escaping his lips.

"Jagiya...", Minho breathes against his freed erection, "shhh"

Jisung bites his bottom lip, trying hard not to whimper. Then Minho's hand wraps around the base, his tongue pressing along his length, slowly licking from base to tip, eyes on Jisung's, before he sinks his mouth around him, sucks hard, hollowing out his cheeks, making Jisung's thoughts dissipate, another moan escaping his lips.

Minho stops suddenly, releasing his grip on Jisung, leaving him confused, eyes searching Minho's face, a second later he is back in Jisung's space. One hand covering Jisung's mouth, the other back on Jisung's dick, fist closing around him, another moan escapes and gets trapped in Minho's palm. Minho's lips are close to Jisung's ear again, "Jagiya, do you want to get caught?" Jisung can only whimper against Minho's palm in response as Minho speeds up his strokes, grinding his own erection into Jisung's hip. His hand stays firmly on Jisung's lips, pumping Jisung's penis into his fist. "Are you going to cum for me Jagiya?" he whispers as Jisung's breathing speeds up, hips stuttering into Minho's grip, a silent moan stuck in his throat when he finally cums into Minho's hand.

Minho releases his grip on Jisung. Wipes him down quickly and presses another kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday Jagiya!"

Jisung gulps, pulls his pants back up before stealing a kiss from Minho's lips. "Thank you for making it special Hyung!"

#happy birthday hannie #skz smut #minsung #my home #stupid for you #b writes #han jisung x lee minho #han jisung smut

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