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haecien · 5 months

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Pour me a drink 🥂 - Han seungwoo x reader

Warnings + Genres — Swearing, mentions of alcohol(or wine ig) , blood, weapons, seungwoo calls reader a lot of pet names)

Vampire!bartender Seungwoo au, love at first sight

A/n — @slytherinshua HI ZANNA THANKS FOR PROOF READING HSJWHEIRUR, also thank you for giving me a delusion so I could write/j not but bartender Seungwoo is hot as fuck, I won't normally post for victon or seungwoo but uh😭

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You were cornered in an alleyway. Fuck. You're in trouble now, huh? " We know you have the money; if you ever deny it or lie you're fucking dead, " a deep raspy voice yelled out.

You didn't even know these people, and yet they're harassing you about some amount of money. " What the fuck? I don't even know who you are ! " you yelled out, trying to find a way out.

" You're y/n l/n, right? You fucking owe us money. " How did they know your name? You had never seen these guys in your life. They were armed with weapons and if you were too slow they'd kill you in an instant.

" Shit. " You didn't care if you got hurt, you just wanted to get out. You ran into one of the people surrounding you, hoping that you could squeeze out. Luckily you did, but they chased after you. They were fast. You looked left and right, trying to find a place to hide in.

Your eyes stumbled upon a bar, they'd never find you there, right? You made something fall over to distract them and bolted towards the bar's entrance. The people who were chasing after you seemed to have lost you, " Shit finally.. " you whispered under your breath.

You took a seat at the bar and looked up at the bartender. Oh he was fucking attractive. He wore a black suit, sleeves rolled up and a black tie, over it was a red velvety sleeveless vest.

" Hello, Darling. What can I get you to drink for today? " he gave you a polite smile as he placed down the cocktail strainer.

You admit you blushed a little at the nickname, " Well, aren't you a sweet thing? Nothing much, just a glass of wine would be just fine. "

The guy smiled and reached for the glass, " One glass of wine for a pretty person. "

As the guy cleaned the glass with a towel, he kept sneaking glances at you. His hands were big. They were also so perfect. The veins in his hands were slightly popping out. Fuck you couldn't stop looking at him up and down. His buff figure was well defined due to his suit, the poor vest was holding on for dear life, and the buttons were trying their best to not bust open.

He carefully poured the wine into the glass, he then lifted up the bottle and gave you your glass. You took a sip out of it, " So, what's your name? " you curiously asked, leaning a bit towards the handsome bartender.

" My name? Why? Are you interested in me? " he chuckled as he placed his towel over his shoulder, " Han Seungwoo, what about you love? "

You gulped, these nicknames are making you feel things that you shouldn't be towards a stranger, " Y/n.." you looked up to see his face, seeing him smirk.

" Oh, lovely name. " you blushed a bit at the comment.

" Can I have a few more drinks? "

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Your head was spinning, God you had too MANY drinks. Seungwoo has been keeping an eye on you since you had your 5th or 6th drink. Many other people stared at you, but he'd just glare back at them so they'd leave you alone. He felt worried since his shift was about to end, " Oh my love, what will I do with you. " he quietly giggled a bit as he cleaned up the glasses and grabbed his coat. He placed it on your back, making it a blanket of some sorts, and carefully carried you bridal style. " I'm going off for my shift now. " he yelled out to his coworker who seemed to be at the back somewhere…

He left the bar and quickly went up the stairs to the side of the bar. Seungwoo lived upstairs. His place wasn't the biggest, but it was an average sized apartment with a bedroom, living room and a kitchen. He placed you down on the couch, patting your head and adjusting your position so you could be comfortable.

Seungwoo had changed his clothes for a more casual and comfortable attire. He now wore sweatpants and a black shirt.

He was a bit worried about how you were feeling after consuming that much alcohol. He had no choice but to just wait until the next morning, his tummy rumbled. " Oh, " he got up and went over to his kitchen and cooked a quick meal for himself. Suddenly he heard noise from behind him, he quickly looked behind to see that you woke up.

" Mm- Y/n? " He placed down his food on the counter and walked over to you. " How are you feeling, my love? "

You looked around confused, " I'm fine, where am I, Seungwoo? "

Seungwoo chuckled a bit, " Oh you're at my apartment. Sorry, I just couldn't leave you at the bar… "

A complete stranger was worried about you? Damn, he was better than all the ex's you had. It was sweet of him, offering a complete fucking stranger to his apartment… -

" You know, maybe you could sleep the night here. I don't mind it at all, my bed is big enough for the both of us anyways, "

You were a bit hesitant to accept the offer, but eventually you did. What could possibly go wrong? Nothing really, Seungwoo is a good guy right?... Right?..

He opened the door next to his kitchen which revealed his bedroom. It wasn't super messy, but the thing that caught your attention first was his bed. Why would he need a bed which would fit more than one person? Doesn't he live alone…? It was pretty late, so you didn't mind; at least there was space for the both of you.

“ By the way, if you want to change clothes, my closet is right there. I don't mind what you wear, just pick out anything you please, love. “ Seungwoo said as he carefully took off his coat which you were still wearing,

“ Oh- thank you.. “ you opened his closet. It was well organised. You hesitantly looked back at him.

“ Don't worry, I'm serious. Pick out anything you like. “ You turned back to the closet and picked out a white shirt and just some shorts. You doubted that they would fit, though.

You changed into the said clothes in the bathroom and washed your face to remove the dirt and makeup which was on it.

You closed the bathroom lights and went out. Seungwoo was sitting on the bed, waiting. His shirt was removed to reveal his tattoos.

He looked up at you and chuckled a bit, “ Sorry are you uncomfortable with this? “

You shook your head, “ No it's- its alright. “ Jesus christ. His body looked so perfect with the moonlight hitting his chest, complimenting his messy hair which looked like it had been washed earlier.

You lied down on the bed and Seungwoo did the same after turning off the lights.

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You felt as if something was pinning you down from the bed, unable to move. Ow, ow, a sharp pain was coming from your neck. It felt as if a needle was piercing through it. You opened your eyes to see Seungwoo absolutely devouring your neck, draining all the blood from it. You told him to get off and he realised you were awake,

“ Fuck– “ he got off you and wiped his mouth. Seungwoo looks blood thirsty, but what the fuck, he still looks attractive? Even if he could have potentially killed you.

“ My God whats wrong with you– fuck that hurts. '' You carefully touched your neck, two holes have been made on your precious neck. “ Seungwoo, the fuck was that? “ You tilted your head back, the wound hurt a lot.

“ I- Look it wasn't intentional- “ Seungwoo got cut off.

“ Wasn't intentional? You bit my neck and it looked like you weren't going to let go anytime soon. “ You glared at him. Seungwoo just looked at you, he was showered with guilt. But he couldn't help himself. You were sleeping so peacefully with your neck exposed. But it was weird, why would he want to bite your neck in the first place? If he was hungry shouldn't he go to the kitchen?

“ Are you some type of cannibal..– “

“ What the fuck? “

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Seungwoo explained everything to you, obviously. He wasn't so sure how'd you react, but he was hoping you wouldn't run and leave him alone just because of this.

“ Wait, can you open your mouth? “ Seungwoo was confused but he followed your orders and opened his mouth, “ Shit those are real huh? How come I never noticed them before- “ I wonder… you were so focused on his face and body that you couldn't focus on the tiny details. You cupped Seungwoo's face, just observing his sharp teeth, its weird how fascinated you were with them.

“ You're not going to run? “ Seungwoo asked you, “

" Why would I? You're too fucking pretty for me to run away anyways. “

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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huihuiheart · 2 years

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Under the Stars - Do Hanse

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Pairing: Camboy! Hanse x Cam! Afab Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: Everyone has certain needs, but in his world of money and lust Hanse surely didn’t need love. Or so he was convinced until he paired up with you.

Warnings: Camboy/camgirl themes, masturbation, Hanse is a little bit mean (in only the best of ways I have problems okay), some teasing sexual and verbal, some manhandling, dom/sub themes, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, fingering, protected sex, some cum play (cum eating), dirty talk, degradation, cursing, sex toys, overstimulation, crying, a little pain, squirting, praise, dirty talk, use of the terms doll and sweetheart, drooling.

Word Count: 5395

Hanse’s brow was raised, continuing to silently sip on his glass of whiskey as he listened to Sejun speak as both a friend and manager. He’d been listening to the man rattle off this plan for the past half hour at this point and frankly he was running out of ways to rephrase his suggestion. It almost pained Hanse to watch at this point...almost, but then again if he was going to suggest what he did Hanse was gonna let him suffer just a little for it. Eventually however, enough was enough, Hanse sighs and puts the glass down.

“You know I like to work alone, Sejun, so why are you asking?” Hanse asks, arms crossing over his chest as he watches nonchalantly as Sejun huffs, arms dropping dramatically to his sides.

“Please Hanse, she needs to catch a break. She’s good, she’s just stuck in the early phase. The one where its only the same old creeps every time. Just help her build a bit of a rep that’s all I ask. She could really use it.” Sejun practically begs and while it wasn’t really Hanse’s thing he couldn’t really say no to his friend like this.

“Send me her profile. I’m not agreeing to anything, but I’ll take a look at her at least.” Hanse concedes at least that much, getting his friend to back off slightly for the time being, “Why are you so invested in her though?”

“She’s my newest client!” Sejun beams, “Well I guess I should say she’s my second client considering before it was just you.”

“What? Did I not pay well enough? Cause if that’s the real issue I can fix that.” Hanse offers still somewhat looking for a way out, to no avail.

“No. No, nothing like that. I just wanted to start branching out some and she seemed like the perfect person. Like I said though she needs help getting out there. Come on Hanse, consider it a favor to me.” Sejun’s comments make Hanse roll his eyes, mumbling something about how he never should have hired his friend.

“Hey I said I’d look at her profile or whatever. Get off my ass and I’ll think about it. I’m not making any promises though.” Hanse tries to wave him off again, but with Sejun it seems as though that’s rather pointless as he thanks the man as if he’d already fully agreed to any and everything.

Still Hanse had agreed to take a look at your profile and so he would. At the very least he might be able to lend you some advice through his friend and perhaps be enough to end Sejun’s begging even if he didn’t quite agree. Sejun had sent the link, all he had to do now was click around the familiar website to take in all the various aspects of your profile while savoring his whiskey as he did any night off...and a few on.

He had to hand it to you, for someone so new your profile was very well put together. Though perhaps Sejun had helped you with that as well. Between saying and showing just enough to tease to interacting with the right amount, and even scheduling things when you should expect a decent amount of traction your profile looked good. Which did peak the man’s curiosity...why weren’t you getting more attention? Scrolling through posts he weeded through pictures of lingerie, toys, aesthetic images, and even kinky texts to find an image of your body. Sucking a breath in through his teeth as he brought his glass up again, throat suddenly running dry. You were gorgeous, breathtaking even, so there was no reason in hell or on earth itself you shouldn’t be drowning in followers or even notice. Yet, he hadn’t heard or seen you anywhere. Which only left him one last thing to check, a stream. He pulled up a recording of a past stream of yours to see if perhaps there was something about being on camera that you couldn’t nail down, only to find nothing yet again. Falling back in his chair with a huff, noticing that he had started to grow hard even. Something that he often had much more control over by this point, that fact speaking volumes about you. He was stumped though, not knowing what advice to give his friend. Hanse pulls his phone out with a sigh knowing he might just regret this, but pulls up his friend’s name anyway to send him a text.

Hanse: Go ahead and send her my profile. Shoot the idea by her. If she’s down then we’ll MEET. This whole thing is going to be on my terms though and my terms only.

Sejun: Of course! I already talked to her about connecting her to someone though, she seems down, but I’ll send your profile her way.

Hanse shakes his head deciding to go distract himself from the possible regrettable decision he just made before he could overthink it too much. Meanwhile you were getting a late night email from Sejun, your newest helper and manager. Noticing how he talks up his friend and client Hanse, including his profile and the potential to work together soon even. Sure you had been onboard with Sejun’s suggestion, trusting him completely on that. Yet now you suddenly felt nervous over the fact there was a potential option for that. Still, you decided to open the link and take a look for yourself.

Your first thought is shock, more in the sense that his presence seems to be the polar opposite of yours. Not that that necessarily means anything, being on cam is about putting on a show whether it’s truly you or not. Still the man was breathtaking and looked like trouble compared to your more sweet, innocent image. When Sejun had suggested it you expected another person with a soft image, not that you were complaining by any means. No, in fact, maybe you should thank him for this. Perhaps mixing some trouble in was exactly what you needed. At the very least it could get you some attention. Though this man’s screaming presence of danger was doing anything but scare you off, only enticing you more.

Y/N: Sejun, set up the meeting. You have my schedule and all. Just don’t let me meet me alone in a back alley or something creepy. Cause I might actually agree to do some questionable shit in the presence of that man.

Sejun: I told you! See I know what you like better than you even do! You can trust me though, I wouldn’t suggest him if I thought you’d be in any real danger. Though I will warn, he might be a little...mean.

Y/N: Mean can be hot... if it’s in the right way. Either way I’ll meet with him and if it’s not something I can handle then we’ll call it off. I trust you though. 😊

You hadn’t lied to Sejun about your trust in him. Still, the way butterflies were going every which way in your gut right now over just the thoughts of what this man might be like had you nervous. As if you were fawning over your first high school crush and scared to lose your virginity to him or something, utterly ridiculous kind of nervous. Especially for a camgirl. This was a business meeting goddamn it, between two working and professional adults. Very attractive adults mind you, but that shouldn’t be enough to have you restless through the night. Logical reasoning didn’t seem to win out this time though and so your eyes drifted over to your bedside table, pulling out a vibrator and finding the perfect video off that profile to pair with it. Even if you and him didn’t enter a business relationship, you were quite thoroughly fucked, this man would be your new addiction. Especially if you slept this well after getting off to his videos was more than just a one time thing.

Sejun wasted no time in coordinating arrangements between you two, making a group chat to send out date, time, and location. Letting you both finally get each other’s name. Though your heart stopped for a moment when Hanse got adamant in the group chat that he would meet you alone without Sejun’s pushy personality there to be any sort of outside influence. Instead that you’d both fill him in once you had met and talked one on one. You still trusted that Sejun wouldn’t put you in danger and that if anything did happen he would come running at the simplest of texts, but that didn’t mean you weren’t anxious over the thought of meeting Hanse like this.

Stepping into the hotel you and Hanse were planning to meet in you knew there was no going back now. Picking up your key from the front desk and making your way up to the room, opening it to silence and so you had to will your voice into working and speak up. Not that it entirely kept the nervous tremble out of it.

“Hello? Hanse, are you here?” You question as you shut the door behind you and glance around as you start to step in.

“I am. Just getting comfortable. Don’t be shy.” Hanse calls from deep inside the room, giving you a direction to go towards only to stop in your tracks when you actually see him.

Hanse was lounging back on the couch in the room, letting the setting sun cast in through the window and over his bare skin. Chest and legs bare and tattoos on display with simply a blanket haphazardly thrown over his lap. A glass of whiskey in hand as he raises a brow at your stunned form, snickering around the rim of the glass as he brings it up for another sip before holding it up in gesture.

“Would you like a glass? You seem... tense.” He offers picking up on your body language rather easily and trying to ease you into this setting. Even if he wasn’t necessarily all that interested in having anything to do with you he had no intentions of being cruel.

“Slightly... more so stunned than otherwise. A glass might help though, you’re right.” You agree with a small nod, watching as the man languidly begins to move again. Gasping softly, yet not enough to go unheard it seemed, when he stands and the blanket falls to show that he had nothing on at all.

“Stunned? And why is that?” The shit eating grin on Hanse’s face showed he wasn’t entirely clueless to the reason why, but his ego wanted to hear you say it. Watching closely as he poured you a glass wondering if he was going to scare you away like this.

“I didn’t quite expect you to be so...forward.” You admit, feeling as if your skin was burning as you reached out to take the glass from him. As hot as you felt in this moment however, you weren’t going anywhere, not until you saw this through.

“I assumed you did your research and so there would be no reason to hide anything. So why not be fully comfortable?” Hanse shrugs as he takes his seat again, not bothering to put the blanket back over himself this time however, “Besides, I’m a very blunt, forward person. Is that going to be a problem?”

You shake your head, taking a gulp of the whiskey and letting it burn down your throat and hopefully kick in as you will yourself to go sit on the couch along with him, just at a bit of a distance still.

“It’s not. Blunt can be good, you know where you stand. I like that. Besides I had no idea at all what to expect, so I probably would have been shocked no matter what.” You out yourself slightly, causing Hanse to chuckle. He had to admit though you were handling all of this better than he expected.

“Well I had some time to settle and get comfortable. I’ll let you have the same. You tell me when you’re ready and then we’ll talk business.” He extends the courtesy to you, watching as you remove your jacket and shoes, moving to somewhat mirror his stance and lay back a little bit.

“I’m fine, we can go ahead and talk now.” You assure him, hearing how he hums the glass and finding that even that is attractive. Even if now is not the time to be getting turned on, not that he was helping that with his appearance currently. You were proud of how well you had done focusing on his face however.

“So I know what Sejun had said, but the reason I wanted to get you alone was to ask you what you’re really expecting from this if we were to work together? Don’t bullshit me either, I’ll know.” Hanse watches you closely as you sip the drink before leaning your head against the back of the couch.

“Because I’m tired of seemingly wasting my time. I’m not miserable camming, but like doing anything long enough without really being appreciated takes a toll. Especially when the whole point it to be noticed.” You respond with a shrug, “I’m not a quitter don’t get me wrong, but it was starting to get to me. So if I’m going to keep doing this then I need to do it right. That’s what I want to get from this. Maybe neither of us ever shows in the other’s videos, but if you can just help me with advice or anything so I know I’m actually doing this shit right...then that’s what I want.”

“You’re not just here to make money getting your back blown?” He can’t help but to tease watching you almost choke in shock at his question, despite picking up on how genuine you seemed to be, “Seriously though, advice or assistance I can do easily. Perhaps even a collaboration, I’d just like to make sure you and I are on the same page though.”

“Of course. I’m fine with that too. I just know that just because someone shows it all off on the internet doesn’t mean they wanna fuck someone they don’t really know.” You take a turn at speaking bluntly now causing Hanse to raise a brow before setting down his glass as he finishes his drink.

“I mean I’m a rather sexual person and I figured I wasn’t the only one with needs so why not make some money off it. After all... I’m not exactly shy.” He snickers holding his hand out to take your glass as well when he notices you’re finished.

“Don’t we all. I do wonder though...and if this is too personal feel free to pass up an answer, I just don’t know anyone else who cams to ask. Does it ever get lonely? I mean I’ve been single a long time and this covers those needs, but I can’t image its an easy thing for someone to accept when you start dating them.” Your question catches Hanse off guard for a moment, looking over you for a moment as if to gauge if you had hidden reasons for asking.

When he doesn’t pick up on anything he decides to humor you with an answer after the honesty you’ve given him so far, “No. Well not to me anyways. I’m not for all that mushy, gushy, love shit. I gave it a try and learned that it’s a lie. A way for people to manipulate and take advantage of each other and I refuse to be naïve enough to believe in it anymore. I find other ways to care for my needs and between that and having friends my life is complete.”

Hanse sighs, noticing your stunned expression again, the way you blink over at him wide eyed in response. Your face falls slightly, almost becoming a puppy dog face and he shakes his head slightly not waiting for you to speak up again before he does.

“Don’t tell me you believe in that fairytale love story shit. Why would you need any of that crap?” Hanse crosses his arms watching your expression fall further, almost feeling perhaps he had been a little too harsh with his words when it seems as if you might cry.

“I mean I don’t need it. I don’t have it now and I’m living life just fine and happy... that doesn’t stop me from wanting it though. If that’s not for you then fine, live like that. It’s not for me though.” You speak softly, enough so that Hanse realizes he did overstep slightly, but not enough to make you cry.

“Fair enough.” He backs down, not sure why he cares if your feelings were to be hurt by his view, but finding that he does, “Would you like to talk about anything else? Or should I go ahead and update Sejun? I’ll show you the email before I send it so you can confirm.”

“That’s fine. If we think of anything else we can shoot a text or meet up again.” You agree, Hanse picking up on how you still seem to shrink back some now that you’ve grown quiet in response yet letting it be. Who was he to care anyways? He didn’t know you that well. Besides, it was probably just a physical response to finding you attractive and not his problem.

Hanse drafting up an email to Sejun outlining what the two of you had briefly talked about in terms of an agreement, handing you the laptop after to allow you to look over it and make adjustments as you saw fit before he sent it off. Allowing a moment of silence to settle for a moment before deciding to take a chance, wanting to test something out and see if that was just a physical response.

“You know... the room is booked for the whole night so we might as well make use of it don’t you think?” Hanse’s inquiry makes you pause, staring at him for a moment to see if maybe you were understanding incorrectly or not.

“And just what are you implying Hanse?” You raise a brow at him causing him to lean into your space with a deep chuckle.

“What do you think? After all, I said I was a sexual person. Plus we both agreed we’re not opposed to working together like that and we’re attractive, so why not consider this a chance for a test run?” Hanse plops down on the edge of the bed now, leaning back onto his palms as he watches your reaction.

Your actions contradicting as you shake your head, but move close to him, “I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this when you just fucking insulted me the way you did.”

“What? You want me to make it up to you now?” He can’t help but be smug as he looks up at you when you step between his legs, “Give me ten minutes and I bet you won’t even remember your name, let alone anything you’d have to be mad at me over.”

“Oh is that so? And what if I said I don’t believe you? You might know how to cam, but that doesn’t mean you know how to fuck. Who says you even know your way around a woman?” You seem to strike a nerve, which may have slightly been the point so as to get him back a little bit for his earlier attack towards you.

Hanse growls under his breath, though whether it was a remark towards you or simply a sound of irritation you couldn’t decipher as he instantly reaches to pull your top off. Fully intending to follow through on the light hearted promise he made more just messing around, but now a matter of pride due to your challenge. Your pants are quick to follow, it crosses your mind for a fraction of a second that perhaps Hanse had some intention of this all along seeing as how he had been naked from the start. Not that the man in question leaves you anytime to ponder over that. Hanse stands while his hands grip at your hips, quickly swapping your positions so that you’re on the bed with him standing now. Shoving you back onto the bed a tad harsh, a bit from irritation as his pride acts up, but also due to knowing that as you fall back no harm will come with the bed behind you.

Hanse’s hands moving down from your hips to your legs, fingertips just barely grazing over the flesh before firmly gripping your knees. He spreads your legs, eyes focusing in on your clothed cunt. Getting down on his knees he leans in closer, hands pressing up your inner thighs and spreading you out as much as he could, not wanting to leave you any room to move away as he places a kiss to your panties. Pressing his tongue flat against your entrance letting it sit there as saliva pools and mixes with your arousal to form a wet patch rather quickly. Hanse moves to slowly drag his tongue up then only stopping again once he gets to your clit, letting the fabric grow damp before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, the sensation overwhelming you for a minute. You’re suddenly very grateful that he had taken a second before doing that as even the wet fabric rubbed against your clit slightly rough. Not that you thought you should expect anything different from the little you did know about Hanse. His tongue pressing against the bud while it’s still trapped in his mouth, putting more pressure before swirling around it for a minute. Pulling away with a pop as he looks up at you moving one hand away from your thigh and holding it out to you.

“Give me your hand.” He requests leaning his head against your thigh as he waits for you to listen. You raise a brow not sure what he was wanted, but reaching out anyways letting him guide your hand between your legs, having you pull your panties aside. “Stay just like that. Out of my way.”

Without waiting another second his mouth is on you again, tongue teasing your entrance before curling in as he watches your reactions. He presses closer with each movement, his nose brushing against your clit and when it makes you cry out, fingers tightening around your panties to not reach out and tug at your hair he grins against you. Deciding that while he was planning on breaking you down as quickly as possible he could tease just a hair when he noticed what you liked, making sure you knew just how good he could treat you. Pressing into you a little firmer before shaking his head and moaning against you when you tense up as a result.

“Cum on my tongue sweetheart, you know you want to. Don’t worry, I won’t stop not until you’re shaking.” Hanse’s voice is almost gentle in comparison to his actions as he mumbles them against your core, the vibrations from each word spoken deeply causing a sharp spike of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Arching for him in effect, free hand reaching up by your head to grip at the sheets as your moans increase in volume.

Part of you hated giving in so easily to him, but you were so ill-prepared for how good he’d actually be that you were helpless to the pleasure he drowned you in now. Hanse knew just how to pull the string tight and make it snap so quickly it seemed as if he didn’t even have to try. Pulling back once you cum, just enough to stand though. He pushes away the hand gripping your panties replacing it with his and forcefully pulling them down your legs before taking his place between them again. His grin shit eating as he looks down into your glazed over eyes.

“Look at how pliant you are for me. Talking all this shit just to be a good girl the second someone touches your slutty little cunt, huh?” He toys with you licking over his middle two fingers before slipping them down and into your cunt with one smooth motion. When he curls them just right to make you arch again, withering in sensitivity his other hand slips under your back to unclasp your bra. “And you thought I wouldn’t know how to treat a woman. Are you eating your words now baby?”

“F-Fuck you Hanse!” You grit out between clenched teeth, he knows it’s not from anger however, but instead you trying to hold back your sounds.

“Oh you will sweetheart, when I feel like it though.” Hanse chuckles, fingers pulling out and teasingly pinching at your clit before he walks away to go get a condom from the bedside table, tossing a wand vibrator besides you as well making you gasp.

“You fucker! You fucking planned this didn’t you?” Your tone is breathy, eyes widening at him in disbelief as he simply shrugs, rolling the condom on.

“I wouldn’t say planned, but I wanted to be hopefully prepared in case it were to.” He admits, thumb moving to rub your clit and line himself up. He hesitates, however, due to the way his heart stutters looking into your eyes when they glaze over with lust and pleasure again. Not sure why his chest suddenly felt tighter than his pants would have in this situation, yet he almost felt panicked at the thought of looking into your eyes right now. So he wouldn’t, playing it off instead as he flips you over onto your stomach, feet hitting the floor as you bend over the edge of the bed.

He teases his tip through your folds as he leans over you, reaching for the vibrator he had tossed besides you earlier, clicking it on and placing it into your hand before guiding that to your clit as he slowly pushes in inch by delicious fucking inch, “I’m going to fucking break you doll. Fuck you so good you’ll be begging me to do shows with you ever night from now on.”

You were already falling apart beneath him before he even moved, Hanse’s free hand gripping at your hair and pressing your face further into the sheets when you moan out so loud that they might be hearing from the hotel for noise. Not that he cared much, but perhaps you had dignity to spare. The thought making him question his motives yet again, after all, why the fuck did he care?

“Please.” Your choked out sob caught his attention, leaning down to catch a glimpse of the tears glittering in your eyes and he swore he almost busted right then despite the amount of control he’d built over the last few years.

“This doesn’t work like that doll. You gotta speak up, tell me what you want sweetheart. Be good enough and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be nice and actually give it to you before I get what I want.” He mocked as if you didn’t both want the same thing in this moment.

“Please move Hanse. Fuck! Please, I’m begging. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t barely walk out this room. Fuck me so well my body commits it to memory.” Your tone of voice along with the way your hips wiggle just slightly convinces him enough, and while typically he’d be the type to punish someone for this you were being too good right now for him to care. No, he’d have all the time to mold you into his perfect little submissive on camera later. For now this was enough for him.

His hips started moving quick and hard, drilling your hips into the bed with each thrust. Hitting deep enough that just the slightly twinge of pain sounded in through the ringing pleasure, something you found yourself loving though. Each roll of his hips making your free hand claw at the sheets as you felt a high rush towards you quicker than you thought was possible to stop even if everything else did in this moment. Hanse noticed too, feeling you getting impossibly tighter around him.

“Let go doll, but don’t move the toy away. You’re going to give me one more before we’re done, like the good girl you are for me now.” His tone softens with you, seeing the way you seem to shatter beneath him, leaning down to kiss your temple, something he never did. The action seemed to be what set you right off though, Hanse praising you through it, “There you go. You’re so perfect when you cum on my cock for me. Give me one more doll.”

Hanse reaches down to slip his fingers between yours when he notices you clawing at the sheet again, gripping onto your hand tightly while his face stays close to yours watching how you’re drooling now. His free hand sliding over yours on the vibrator again, noticing how it trembles along with your thighs and wanting to make sure you’re soaking up every ounce of possible pleasure right to the very end.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me again. I’m about to cum too, but you first.” He watches you nod blindly, cumming around him with a gush of wetness squirting around his cock and he pulls out leaving the vibrator there until he’s drained every drop from you. He’s quick to toss it away so as not to hurt you, not knowing your limits quite yet. His condom goes next, pumping his cock a few times before he’s cumming hot ribbons across your back and ass making you twitch at the sudden feeling.

Hanse shudders at the sight before pulling it together again, well mostly. He can’t help but lean down though, tongue licking over your form and scooping up his cum. He gently cradles your neck, guiding you into a kiss in your dazed state, kissing you deeply to share his cum with you. Feeling pride swell in his chest for some reason when you swallow.

“There’s a good girl. Stay here and take deep breaths. I’ll be right back.” Hanse assures you taking note of your whiny nature and going to get a warm washcloth along with a water bottle. Coming back to look over you, while he wasn’t emotional he wasn’t heartless especially not with someone who submitted to him. Taking note of how it seemed you had subbed out a bit at this point and using cleaning you with a few scattered kisses as a way of assessing how far you had dropped and helping start to ease you back.

Hanse wraps a good blanket around you before carrying you to the couch, giving you the water and bringing the snack box from the other side of the room so you could get what you wanted while he changed most the ruined sheets with the spares he had requested due to “getting cold”, as if it wasn’t going to be obvious what you both were up to. Carrying you back to bed and tucking you in before getting under the covers with you, watching you snuggle into his side and blinking owlishly.

“Hey...you with me?” Hanse questions softly, running his fingers through your hair and gently working out some knots from earlier. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

You take a moment to respond before humming softly, “Y/N.”

“Good job, and do you know where you are right now?” He pushed a little further, not wanting you to sleep until he was sure how you were doing.

“Yeah... hotel with you, getting the best dick of my life.” You mumble against his side causing him to chuckle as his grin returns.

“Perfect. Get some sleep now, you did amazing doll.” He watches as you almost immediately pass out realizing that didn’t give him any of the answers he was hoping for. In fact, if anything he seemed to have even more questions now.

One thing seemed for certain however, if he stuck around you he would be well and truly fucked. If you were going to fuck him up though...then he sure as hell would return the favor.

To be continued....

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horanghoe · 2 years

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home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

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group/members: VICTON - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member, dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions.

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became.

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here.

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge.

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits.

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long.

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker.

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back.

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg.

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before.

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air.

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.”

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion.

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar.

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully.

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys.

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes.

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

“- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~”

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.”

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips.

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole.

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl.

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself.

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks.

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static.

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…”

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up.

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

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chanis-banani · 1 year

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Hi~ Can i request first time spending the night together for the fluff compaign with seungsik please? Thank you ♡ f.h

Yes, this idea is so cute!!! It got a little bit longer than I intended but I suppose that's a nice way to end the fluff campaign :)

Synopsis: Seungsik invites his s/o for dinner and proposes to spend the night together for the first time. But what exactly does he mean with "spending the night together"?

Word count: ± 1.2k

Genre: sweet fluff - suggestive towards the end

Note: read the smutty part 2 here (±1.7k words)

You and Seungsik had been dating for a little while now, so surely it would be fine, right?

This morning he texted you, offering to cook for you and letting you spend the night at his place. When you got the text, you got so nervous you had to sit down. The two of you had never spent a night together before. So far, you had mostly just gone on wholesome little dates and held hands and such. Okay and maybe you made out on his couch a few times, but that was really it.

What made you the most nervous was that you didn't know what exactly Seungsik meant with "spending the night at his house." Even though you felt like you were ready for... whatever it could entail, the idea still made you anxious. What if it wouldn't be nice? What if he wouldn't find you attractive enough? What if he wouldn't like you anymore once the deed was done?

You tried to ignore all those thoughts because there was something else you needed to focus on: you had to get pineapple juice asap. Just in case.

. . . . . . .

Seungsik greeted you with his usual gorgeous smile and a big warm hug when you arrived at his place. Even before entering, it already smelled delicious from whatever he was cooking. Just when you were about to ask, he happily told you that he made spaghetti. Candles were already lit and Seungsik poured some wine for you to drink while he finished up dinner. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him cook. He was really doing his absolute best to impress you.

After dinner, you did the dishes together (after you insisted that you would help and he shouldn't do them all by himself). This quickly turned chaotic when you splashed water on him and he chased you through the kitchen. When he caught you, he hugged you tightly from behind, pressing tons of kisses on your cheek while you squealed and admitted your defeat.

Throughout the evening, you had so much fun that you almost forgot how nervous you were for what may or may not happen when you'd go to his room. Most of the time your were so busy talking and laughing that you were completely distracted from the idea. But you were reminded of it again when he pulled you against his chest while you watched a movie on his couch. The sound of his heartbeat and the weight of his big arm around you quickly directed your mind back to less wholesome thoughts.

And now it was finally time. The movie was over and Seungsik stood up from the couch. "Shall we go to bed?" He showed you a beautiful and kind smile, but still it felt like your heart dropped into your stomach. Experiencing a combination of terror and excitement, you took his hand and followed him to his bedroom.

It was at that moment that you realized you forgot to bring any sort of pajamas. "Shit," you mumbled. Seungsik gave you a questioning look and you quickly explained the situation, afraid that he was going to make some kind of joke about you having to sleep naked or something. But you were wrong. Instead of making a perverted joke, he went over to his closet and grabbed one of his shirts.

"Here, you can sleep in this shirt if you want. I washed it just this morning." "Thank you..." you said softly and you took the shirt from him. "I'm going to wash up, so you have some privacy while you get dressed," he continued and he pressed a kiss on your forehead before going into the bathroom.

You quietly changed into his shirt, after which you sat down on the edge of his bed and let out a deep sigh. The nerves were really getting to you at this point. Part of you really wanted to be intimate with him tonight. The thought of his pretty lips made you feel warm and a little fuzzy. But it would be your first time together, so there was no guarantee that it would even be good at all. You barely knew each other's bodies yet; there was so much exploring you still had to do. You hated the idea of your first time together being a bad experience. And just as importantly, you didn't have the slightest clue about his intentions for tonight. What if you initiated something he wasn't ready for?

The door opened and you quickly put a smile on your face. Seungsik entered the room and went over to you to press another kiss on your cheek. However, you were so deep in thoughts that you barely reacted, and he noticed.

"Something's up," he stated and he sat down next to you on the bed. Since there was no point in denying it, you just nodded at him and he took your hand in his. "What's the matter? Are you nervous about sleeping here for the first time? Or is this because of the pajamas?"

You shook your head and giggled a little because of the cute tone in his voice. "No, that's not it. It's just... I guess I'm- How do you put this? ...I'm just not sure what to expect for tonight." Just being able to say it already made you feel a little more relaxed and Seungsik gave you a warm smile.

"I wasn't sure what to expect either," he grinned and he gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. "My intention was to cook for you tonight and to hold you in my arms when we go to sleep. I'm open for more than that, but only if you want to. I would never want to do something you're not ready for, so if you just want to cuddle, I would love that too."

You immediately felt your cheeks getting a little hotter and you nervously played around with his fingers. "No, I think I'm ready for a little more too..." you said a bit shyly, making him grin at you.

He hooked his index finger under your chin and gently tilted your face towards him. "How about this?" he said softly, before connecting his lips with yours. Everything about the kiss was soft and gentle, from the feeling of his lips to how he moved them. He was careful with you and left room for you to lead the kiss a little, to make sure you wanted it just as much as him.

"And this...?" he mumbled against your lips and you felt his hand on your thigh while he continued to kiss you. At first his hand was almost at your knee, but he slowly began to stroke upwards and more towards your inner thigh. Very softly, he stroked your thigh up and down a few times, inching a little closer to that sensitive area each time.

There was no longer a single doubt on your mind whether you were ready for this or not. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach grew and grew and your breathing began to get heavier.

Seungsik pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes. "Please tell me if I'm moving too fast okay?" You nodded at him and smirked. "Can I also tell you if you're going too slow?"

#seungsik fluff #victon fluff #seungsik scenarios #victon scenarios #seungsik x reader #victon x reader #kang seungsik #victon #kpop fluff #seungsik fanfic #victon fanfic

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synthetickitsune · 6 months

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omg ur requests are open could you please do a seungwoo smut about the first night after he’s been discharged 😊

it's my first time trying to write for him so i hope this is okay! ♡

Seungwoo (Victon) | Discharged smut | 0.6k | gn!reader

“Shh, shh, baby,” his fingers trace your wet cheek, thumb slowly wiping them away, “What’s going on?”

Seungwoo’s voice is so low and gentle, he’s smiling a little and as much as it comforts you, it also squeezes a few more tears out of your eyes. You feel your body trembling and it has nothing to do with cold or what you’re doing.

“I missed you,” you whisper back, nudging your nose against his, “I can’t believe you’re back.”

He coos softly, leaning down to capture your lips with his own. It’s an innocent kiss, and you think back to when you first met. It feels a little like it. After so long, after what felt like endless waiting just to spend a day or two together, it’s once more completely new that you live with your boyfriend, that you get to wake up next to him, fall asleep next to him.

“I am,” he agrees, “And you’re not getting rid of me now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say, the end of your response shaky, breathy and barely there as he rolls his hips against yours experimentally. Seeing your reaction, he has to give you more. He wants only happiness to you, and he wants to be the one to provide it.

His own name sounds unfamiliar to Seungwoo, moaned so so softly from your lips, like you’re testing the letters on your tongue. It sounds like a hopeful thought spoken aloud for the first time in forever. His breath hitches. He shares the sentiment fully, he can relate to being overwhelmed not only by emotions, but also by finally being sheathed in your tight heat. He has to let your tears spill, he doesn’t want to add more stimulation to your already sensitive and shaking body. Instead he puts his hand on your neck, without any pressure, just a reassurance that you’re there, that you’re breathing. To you, though, it’s a comforting reminder that you’re his.

Your hips chase after his, but he’s never far away. He’s taking his time with taking you, all nice and sweet, dragging his cock through your walls like he wants to memorize every inch of you - wants you to memorize every inch of him. Your fingers curl around his, nails digging into the back of his hand and his forearm where your other hand grips him to ground yourself.

“You’re perfect,” he sighs, eyes closing in bliss of finally being reunited with you, knowing he’s not leaving again. He gives you a deep thrust, then another, and another - pulling out more each time until every thrust feels like the first one. You can only mewl and hold onto him like he’s the thing keeping you together. “So beautiful. I missed you so much I almost went crazy.”

You whimper, hoping Seungwoo will understand what you’re trying to say. Your body welcomes him as eagerly as your heart does. Despite his thrusts being deep, he’s careful not to be so rough that your body would be jerked around on the bed. You clench around him with each kiss to your sweet spot that makes you see white and bite your lip.

He’s struggling just as you are. He wants to see you come undone, he wants to take in all your expressions and whines of pleasure, but he can’t. His ears are almost ringing and his eyes keep closing no matter how much he orders them to stay open. You’re a dream come true after the nightmare of separation and if he only could, he would make this moment last forever.

#victon scenarios #victon reactions #victon imagines #victon x reader #seungwoo scenarios #seungwoo x reader #seungwoo smut #drabble #smut #requested

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kpop-kitkat · 2 years

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Don’t Leave Me | Do Hanse

pairing | boyfriend!do hanse x suicidal!f reader

genre/cw | suicide attempt, self harm, self hate, crying, blood, hurt comfort, mention of sex, mild language

wc | 1.2k

notes | if you are feeling suicidal, please talk to someone. taking your own life isn’t the answer, I promise you. this story is in no way glorying self hate and self harm, it’s basically only for hurt comfort, which I love writing. please find help, love you!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hated. Unloved. Ugly. Unworthy. Useless. Repulsing. Unwanted. These were all accurate descriptions of how Y/n felt. Of course, none of them were true, but some people in her life, especially her ex boyfriend, tricked her into believing the lies.

For two years, after Y/n and Doheung’s breakup, Y/n was in a dark place. And the bigger problem was, she didn’t want to get out of it. But then, in her senior year of high school, she met Hanse. He was a light in her life, and helped her realize the truth. And recently, he had convinced her to move in with him. They loved each other and wouldn't have it any other way. Although, Hanse was an idol, which made their relationship difficult at times, but it was worth it to them.

Y/n sat on her and Hanse's shared bed and wrote down her thoughts, as faint music played from her iPhone and rain drops raced down the window.

Soon enough, VICTON's Stupid O'Clock began to play. And it was a song Hanse wrote for Y/n after their 'first time'. She made him horny like crazy and he had to write about it. Of course ALICE and the members didn't know it was for her. They didn't even know she existed.

Y/n smiled as Hanse's part began to play.

Even if it's not my style

I can accommodate your Fantasy

So I make you crazy

This is my daily

Baby right, you come to me

I could burn myself everyday, Maybe

It will get hotter

When I splash

Till the break of dawn

You're gonna be obsessed

Every night, I'll be you, you'll be me

Then after burning in the dark again

You make me get up

And wake everyone up at the blissful dawn

At the speed determined by instinct

Fill your night with me

Even after hearing the song one thousand times, it still made her feel things.

The next song that played was a piano piece without lyrics. She didn't even know the title of it, but it did have a sad, depressing sound. It caused all of these thoughts and memories to return. She subconsciously began looking for something sharp, but stopped herself.

"What the hell am I doing," she asked herself, looking down at her shaking hands.

Her anxiety began to consume her as she paced back and forth.

"Please come home Hanse, I need you," she whisper cried to herself.

She then fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her screams. This wasn't her first anxiety attack. In fact, the last one was a few months ago, and it ended up in her harming herself. From that day on, Hanse watched her like she was an infant. But today he had a meeting. It was important, and he couldn't stay home if he wanted to.

The room felt as if it was darkening to Y/n. And as much as she tried to stop herself, there was always the "What if death is the quickest way out?". She began searching for a sharp thing and remembered that she had put a letter opener in the kitchen drawer. She rushed down the stairs and ignored the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

Hanse was home.

She dove into the drawer with her hands and her eyes lit up when she found the wooden handle letter opener. She took a deep breath before slicing her wrist, causing a dangerously large amount of blood flow out of it and onto the white tiled kitchen floor. She stared at it with a bittersweet smile before getting dizzy and daunting from blood loss.

Hanse stepped in through the door and was unaware of the situation, as she has fallen behind the kitchen counter, which was out of view from where he stood.

"Baby I'm home!" he announced, excited to see his girlfriend. He waited to be embraced and kissed by her, but she never came. He assumed she was busy with something at the moment.

He walked up the stairs and searched the whole second floor. Not in the bathroom, closet, studio, or bedroom. He then got slightly panicked because her phone was in the bedroom, and she was never far from her phone. Not on purpose.

"Y/n!" he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen when he gasped at the sight before him. "Y/n!"

He ran and knelt down beside her critical state. He shuttered at all of the dark red blood splattered on the floor. He immediately put pressure on her wrist and called emergency services. He then held her close to him and rocked her back and forth as he waited for the ambulance.

"Don't go... Don't go," he cried, tears freely flowing as he kissed her lips. "If you leave, I won't know what to do with my life," he said with a broken voice.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

~~~~~

Hanse paced back and forth in front of the emergency room. He was alerted when there was a door opening and closing in the room she was in.

"Is Y/n okay?" Hanse asked the nurse who was helping the emergency surgeon, hoping for a positive answer.

The nurse smiled at him. "Your girlfriend is a lucky one. She barely survived the massive amount of blood loss, but she will live. You may see her if you'd like," he answered.

"Thank you," he sighed, a huge smile of relief on his face.

"You should be thanking Dr. Min. If it wasn't for her, your girlfriend may have not survived."

Hanse bowed before walking into the room. Everyone left except for a female nurse who was removing an IV from Y/n's arm. She was still sleeping due to the anesthetic she had been given before the surgery.

"I'll leave you two alone," the nurse bowed before exiting the room.

Hanse went to the side of her bed and held her hand tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her cheek and stroked her hair with his other hand.

"Why would you ever want to leave me?"

~~~~~

It had been three days since Y/n had the surgery, she still hadn't awakened. But still, Hanse waited.

Y/n opened her eyes and stretched like she had been asleep for years, but it was only three days. She looked over to see Hanse had fallen asleep while holding her hand.

"Hanse," she cooed, shaking his hand a little.

He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of her being concious.

"You're awake," he smiled, resting his head on her lap. "Why did you do it?"

"I just wanted the pain to go away Hannie, I'm sorry," she teared up.

"No don't be sorry," he pouted, standing up from his seat to climb into the bed next to her and hug her. "I never should have left you."

"You had to Baby. It's not your fault. And I promise I won't do it again."

"Okay. I'm holding you to that promise," he replied, smiling into her neck. "I love you. Don't ever leave me, okay?"

"Okay Love."