Ariana™️

EXPERIENCED SHIFTER 🤍08’/ CAP/INTP🇧🇿🤍

[ar1sh1ftz]

//ARIANA’S INTRODUCTION\\

~Welcome to Ari’s blog chat😛

~Im Ariana obviously. I’ve been a shifter for almost five years and i’ve been successfully shifting for 3 1/2 years. (Dracotok to top)

~I am a kpop shifter mostly but I do have a few non kpop drs.

\\ MY MAIN DRS: Stray Kids, BTSx2, BOY/GIRLNEXTDOOR, ILLIT, Smilie, Street racer

~This is a safe space for any and all shifters. I wanted to make a space for people to speak freely about their drs and not face any judgement.

~P.S i’m new to this app so bare with me if my post are formed a lil weird😁

[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME!!! MY RECENT SHIFT TO MY DPR DR!!! @hinatashiftz

I hate people sometimes. That’s all I gotta say fr. That’s it. Twitter needs to be banned. For life.

THIS IS A 18+ STORYTIME!!!

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI-SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC:… probably 1.2k? idk.

WARNING LIST: SHIFTING STORYTIME, SHIFTING CONTENT, 18+ STORYTIME!!!, jealousy, tension, snapping, upset, twitter (hell pit), making out, grinding, smut, etc

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The tour had been a whirlwind, a blur of sold-out arenas, flashing lights, and the relentless pulse of DPR's beats echoing through cities we barely remembered. We'd just wrapped the final show a few days ago taking a short break before flying back home, then piling into the van with the guys: Ian cracking jokes about his mic stand almost toppling during the encore, Artic nursing a twisted ankle from the stage dive, and Hinata beside me, his hand warm on my thigh as we decompressed.

None of us expected what came next. As the van pulled up to what looked like a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts, the doors swung open to reveal a surprise after-party thrown by the label. Balloons bobbed in the night air, bass thumped from inside, and a crowd of familiar faces cheered our arrival. “Welcome home, DPR!” someone yelled, popping a confetti cannon that rained glitter over us.

I laughed, the exhaustion melting into genuine excitement as we stepped inside. The space was transformed: low lights strung across exposed beams, tables laden with Korean BBQ, soju bottles chilling in ice buckets, and a makeshift dance floor already buzzing. It was the perfect unwind, a chance to celebrate without the pressure of performances.

Hinata squeezed my hand, his eyes lighting up. “This is insane. They must've planned this for weeks.” I nodded, pulling him toward the food, but that's when I spotted her: Yumi, the rising idol we'd all heard about. She was chatting with a group near the bar, her sleek black hair catching the lights, dressed in a casual crop top and jeans with a leather jacket.

I'd known of her for months, ever since her debut single blew up the charts, and DPR had crossed paths with her team during promo events. Lately, though, Hinata had mentioned her a few times, how they'd bonded over shared genres of music and whatever else. They were friends now, recent ones, but solid enough that she'd been invited here.

She waved us over with a bright smile, hugging Ian first before turning to Hinata. “You guys did so well on tour! I’m so proud! And that harmony in the bridge Hinata? Chef's kiss.” Her voice was light, playful, and Hinata grinned, accepting the compliment with his usual modesty. I hung back a step, grabbing a drink, content to watch at first.

The group expanded as more people joined: roadies, backup dancers, a couple of other artists milling about. Yumi fit right in, her energy infectious as she recounted tour mishaps, making everyone laugh. But then the conversation shifted, pulled by someone's phone buzzing with notifications.

“Oh man, check Twitter.” one of the guys said, scrolling. “The fans are going wild over you and Yumi, Hinata. All these edits from the collab tease last month.” Yumi leaned over his shoulder, peering at the screen, then burst out laughing. “Shipping us already? That's interesting.” She nudged Hinata's arm lightly, her tone dismissive, as if it was the silliest thing.

“Well? We're just friends vibing on music. No K-drama plot here.” Hinata chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, exactly. But you know fans love a story.” Yumi responded back to him.

It started small, those jokes, but they kept coming. Every few minutes, someone would mention another tweet, and Yumi would roll her eyes with a smirk. “If they only knew how boring my life is off-stage. Hinata's the one with the mysterious aura.” She'd say it teasingly, leaning closer to him on the couch they'd claimed, her shoulder brushing his as she passed him a drink.

He didn't pull away, just smiled and took it, caught up in the group's easy banter. I tried to join in, sipping my soju and nodding along, but a knot formed in my gut. Yumi was touchy by nature, I got that, idols often were for the cameras, but this felt different.

Her hand lingered on his knee when she laughed at his joke, her body angled toward him like they shared some inside world. And the jokes? They painted this picture, even if she brushed them off, like it was all harmless fun. Twitter was exploding in real-time, my own feed pinging with clips of them from earlier events, fans hyping the “chemistry.”

I stood a bit apart, chatting with Artic and Cream about setlist changes, but my eyes kept drifting back. Yumi whispered something in Hinata's ear, making him throw his head back in laughter, her fingers grazing his bicep. It wasn't overt, nothing scandalous, but it grated on me. We'd been solid through the tour, stolen moments in green rooms, but seeing her so close, so casual in her touches, stirred this quiet unease.

Was it jealousy? Maybe. Or just the weight of the industry, where every interaction got twisted into something more. By the time the party wound down, hours later, with hugs and promises of rematches on the dance floor, I was ready to leave.

Hinata noticed my quieter mood in the van ride home, but I waved it off. The upset simmered, unspoken, until we got back to our place and it finally spilled out.

I couldn't shake the knot in my stomach as I scrolled through Twitter late that night in our apartment, the glow of my phone casting shadows on the walls lined with DPR posters and partynextdoor posters.

We'd just wrapped a long tour, the kind where the beats thumped through our bones and left us buzzing, but now that energy twisted into something sour. Hinata had been laughing with Yumi earlier but that lead to that rising idol with her glossy photos and endless fan tweets during the after-party mingle.

It was nothing, really, I keep saying trying to convince myself. It’s just casual chatter about collabs, but seeing their heads bent close, her hand brushing his arm, ignited this quiet fire in me. Twitter amplified it all, flooding my feed with speculation: “DPR's Kaizen and Yumi chemistry on fire?” Hashtags and edits piled up, making my chest tighten.

Hinata slumped onto the couch beside me, still in his oversized hoodie, his dark hair tousled from the day. He reached for me, but I pulled away slightly, my voice coming out sharper than I meant. “Twitter seemed really cozy with making headlines about you and Yumi tonight. Everyone's talking about it online.”

He blinked, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What-? Most of the stuff we talked about was just work stuff. She was pitching a track idea.”

“Yeah, work stuff, I know, y’all are collaborating soon. Y’all are just friendly co-workers.” I echoed, setting my phone down harder than necessary. “But twitter doesn't think so. They're shipping you two like it's some K-drama. And you didn't exactly pull away when she touched you either. But I know you’re just being nice with her.”

My words hung heavy, laced with exhaustion more than anger. The DPR scene was relentless, with endless eyes on us, rumors swirling like smoke and I was just tired of fighting for space in his orbit.

Hinata's face softened, then creased with worry. He shifted closer, his hand hovering near my knee. “I didn't even notice. But baby, you’re the only one I wanna be with, Saki. Always.”

But his tone edged defensive, and we went back and forth a little, me venting about the pressure, him insisting it meant nothing, until his voice dropped, realization dawning. “Wait... you're jealous? Of Yumi?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples, the fight draining out of me. “Like I said I’m not mad at you, Hinata. Just... tired. Tired of these whispers, tired of weirdos and getting tired of feeling like I have to compete in our own world.”

He nodded slowly, his submissive nature kicking in as he scooted nearer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders gently. “I'm sorry. I should've shut it down sooner. I hate seeing you like this.” I leaned into him, murmuring my own apology for snapping, reminding him it’s not his fault, and the tension eased like a slow exhale.

His warmth grounded me, and soon we were just holding each other, the apartment quiet except for our breathing.

It started with a soft kiss, tentative, his lips brushing mine as if asking permission. I melted into it, cupping his face, and he pulled me onto his lap without a word, my thighs straddling his. The make-out deepened fast, tongues sliding together in a hungry rhythm, my fingers tangling in his hair while his hands roamed my back.

I rocked against him instinctively, feeling his hardness grow beneath me, our hips grinding in slow, deliberate circles. Moans slipped from my lips into his mouth, low and needy, matching the soft groans he let out as friction built between us.

Hinata's impatience showed early, his hips bucking up lightly even as I controlled the pace, teasing him with the pressure of my core against his bulge. “Saki..” he breathed, voice rough, but he stayed pliant under me, letting me lead.

I smiled against his neck, nipping the skin there before sliding down his body, tugging his pants open. His cock sprang free, thick and seven inches of rigid heat, veins pulsing as I wrapped my hand around the base.

I took my time, licking a stripe up the underside, savoring his sharp inhale. My lips closed around the head, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to taste the bead of pre-cum. He throbbed in my mouth, hips twitching upward, but I pressed a hand to his thigh to hold him still.

“Not yet..” I murmured, pulling back just as his breathing hitched, edging him with feather-light strokes and shallow bobs. He whined softly, submissive but restless, his length twitching desperately each time I denied him release.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, bobbing faster until his fists clenched the cushions, then eased off again, watching his cock glisten with my saliva, straining for more.

Finally, I couldn't wait either. I stripped off my shorts, positioning myself over him, guiding his tip to my slick entrance. Sinking down slowly, I gasped at the stretch as he filled me perfectly, every inch pressing against my walls.

Hinata's hands gripped my hips loosely at first, but as I started riding him, rolling my hips in a steady grind, his impatience surged. He thrusted up to meet me, short and eager jabs that made me moan louder, my breasts bouncing with each descent.

“Fuck, Saki, you feel so good..” he groaned, eyes locked on where we joined, his cock disappearing into my pussy over and over. I picked up speed, clenching around him deliberately, but he couldn't hold back, his fingers dug into my waist, pulling me down harder as he pounded up into me.

The rhythm turned frantic, skin slapping, my nails raking his chest while sweat slicked our bodies. He was close, I could tell by the way his thrusts grew erratic, deeper, chasing that edge.

When he gripped my waist tight, slamming up with everything he had, I came first, waves crashing through me, pussy pulsing around his cock.

Hinata followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot cum spilling inside me in thick spurts as he kept thrusting through it, milking every drop.

“I love you.” Hinata whispers to me kissing my cheek and neck before kissing my lips.

“I love you too.” I say back to him smiling as he holds me and we just relax and rest on the couch with him still inside me.

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And yeah that’s what happened in my recent shift to my DPR DR! Dream Reborn Tour is finished! After party was had and etc!

Most of my storytimes can be found on my TikTok @/sakuraashifts_

Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸🤍

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[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME!!! MY RECENT SHIFT TO MY BTS DR!!

I’ve been shifting here a lot and it is currently 2020 now in my BTS DR. So for updates on lore you’d have to see my TikTok page which has most of it.. but yeah! ALSO THIS IS A 18+ STORYTIME.

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI-SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC:… maybe 900? 1k?

WARNING LIST: 18+ STORYTIME, SHIFTING STORYTIME, SHIFTING CONTENT, deep conversations, fluff, kissing, teasing, hand job, blowjob, begging, grinding, smut, cute fluff moments and memories, softness at the end, etc.

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It was a quiet evening in the shared house we all have, the kind where the world outside felt distant and the weight of years pressed in close.

Namjoon and I sat on the worn cotton couch in the living room, the city lights flickering through the window like scattered memories. We'd both carved out a rare pocket of time amid our endless schedules, and the conversation started light, drifting into the past as it always did with us.

“2016 feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago..”

I said, swirling the wine in my glass. My voice carried the nostalgia that always surfaced when we talked like this. As the only girl in BTS since our debut in 2013, I'd navigated a world of brotherhood turned family, but with Namjoon, it had always been deeper, more layered.

He nodded, his eyes thoughtful behind his glasses, leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “Yeah. That year... everything exploded. The tours, the pressure. But you and me, somehow we found our way through it together. Remember how close we got right from the start? Debut prep in 2013, those late nights in the studio. You were this force, the only woman in the chaos, and I... I felt like I needed to latch on. And overtime eventually I felt as if you had like- you saw me, really saw me, when no one else had time.”

I smiled, warmth spreading in my chest. “We clicked fast. All those hours I spent choreographing, and producing tracks with you. You'd break down lyrics for me, and I'd push you on the beats. By 2016, I think we both knew it wasn't just work.” I said now looking into his eyes.

“Those feelings... they snuck up. Stolen glances during rehearsals, everything. I thought it was just the bond of surviving trainee life, but I knew it was more than that. Even when I was with kanji I knew but I thought mutually we both knew maybe we shouldn’t so I went with him. But I wanted you, Namjoon. Still do, in ways I never thought I’d admit.”

His gaze locked on mine, intense and unguarded. “I felt it too. 2016 was when I couldn't ignore it anymore. After that one show in Japan, when we collapsed in the green room, and you laughed at me being just myself... I almost kissed you right there. Our connection runs deep because it started raw, no filters. You balanced me, Sakura. The guys were family, but you were my anchor. Those memories? I cherish them. The quiet talks, the shared secrets. They shaped who we are.”

I reached out, my fingers tracing his knuckles. “Yeah... Every time you defended me in interviews when the world questioned a girl in BTS. We built something unbreakable. And those unspoken feelings from 2016... they never faded. They just were paused.”

The air thickened, charged with the weight of what we'd held back. Namjoon set his glass down, his hand covering mine, thumb stroking my skin.

“Sakura...” His voice dropped, rough with emotion. “Hm?” I said looking at him and watching him move closer to me.

He leaned in, and our lips met, soft at first, a tentative brush that ignited everything we'd buried.

The kiss deepened fast, tongues tangling as years of restraint unraveled. His hands cupped my face, pulling me closer, and I melted into him, tasting the wine on his breath, the faint salt of his skin.

We broke apart gasping, foreheads pressed together. “Let me have you.. please. I need you.”he murmured, voice strained. 'I’ve been needing you for so long.”

Heat pooled low in my belly. I slid off the couch took his hand and guided us into his room since it was closer. Once we got inside and I closed and locked the door I slid down to my knees between his legs, hands on his thighs. “Okay you can have me… but let me take care of you first.”

My fingers worked his belt open, zipper down, freeing his cock. It sprang hard and thick, veins pulsing, tip already leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slow, watching his eyes darken.

“Sakura... fuck.” He groaned as I leaned in, tongue flicking the slit, lapping up the salty bead. I teased him mercilessly, swirling around the head without taking him in, my breath hot against his skin.

“You like that?” I ask him smirking a bit to myself at his needy reaction as he couldn’t even talk but just buck his hips up at me. Trying to push my head back down. I put my lips near the underside, nipping lightly.

He gripped the side of the bed, hips twitching. “Don't tease... please.” But I did, sucking just the tip into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks for a second before popping off, stroking him with my hand instead.

“Patience, Joon. I want to hear how bad you need me first.” I licked a long stripe up the shaft, then grazed my teeth along the ridge, light enough to make him shudder.

His control frayed, breaths ragged. “God, Sakura, you're killing me. Suck it properly.” I hummed, laughing at him, then taking half his length, tongue pressing flat against him. But I pulled back again, kissing the tip. “Mm..not yet. Tell me how it feels.”

That broke him. “Fuck this.” His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me down firmly. He thrusted up, cock sliding deep into my throat. I gagged softly but relaxed, letting him set the pace. He fucked my mouth with urgent snaps, I pull back a little at his sudden change in speed of going faster my eyes shutting and he holds me in place. “Nuh uh. Take it... all of me. There you go.”

Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, the teasing flipped into raw need. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, eyes watering but locked on his.

He pulled out suddenly, chest heaving. “Bed. Now.” I stood, stripping as we moved, clothes hitting the floor. In his room, he bent me over the bed on all fours, hands pinning mine behind my back in one grip. His cock nudged my entrance, slick from my arousal. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks me.

“Namjoon if you’re not inside me in the next few seconds I’m gonna remind you why Jimin and Taehyung fucked me first.” I say just to egg him on. He’s very easy and fun to ragebait and tease. And that definitely did it for him.

He slammed in, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. I cried out, pussy clenching around his thickness. He pounded deep, hips snapping, driving me into the mattress with each brutal stroke. The bed creaked, my body jolting forward, but his hold kept me arched, ass up.

“Fuck…” I gasped, the angle hitting my spot relentlessly. He leaned over, pulling me up to lean back against his chest, still buried deep.

His free hand wrapped around my throat lightly, lips on my neck, sucking marks as he thrust up into me. “You feel that? That’s not Jimin or Tae. That’s me. Don’t fucking play with me, Kura.” His grip tightened on my wrists, controlling every movement, cock dragging against my walls.

Pleasure coiled tight. “I'm gonna cum... don't stop please.” He growled, pace punishing, grinding deep.

I shattered first, orgasm ripping through me, pussy spasming around him, juices soaking his balls. He didn't let up, fucking me through it, the overstimulation building fast.

“One more.” he demanded, teeth grazing my earlobe. His hand slid down, fingers circling my clit roughly. “Fuck wait- oh god.” I squealed almost too loudly, as I bucked, my second climax crashing harder, walls milking him as I screamed his name.

Only then did he let go, thrusts erratic, burying deep and pulsing, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts.

We collapsed, his body covering mine, still connected. He kissed my shoulder, breath warm. “That... was everything I’ve thought it would be.” I turned my head, smiling lazily. “Worth the wait then.”

He then flips us both to lay down and he holds me and looks at me and I look at him. “What? Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good.. I just.. I love you Sakura.” He says moving a strand of hair out of my face. “I love you too, joon.” I respond back to him smiling.

“You know I’m not the only one who loves you like this right?” He asks me suddenly. “Yeah I know… I’m just not sure what y’all have mentioned but I know we all know.” I say playing with my nails. Too nervous to say anything else.

“We’ll talk about it another time.” He says as he kisses my forehead. “Get some rest.”

I lay on his chest and think about everything for a minute as I then drift off to sleep knowing I have a huge confrontation to face with the other 6 boys later.

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And yeahh… that’s what happened between me and Namjoon in my recent shift to my BTS DR. Since I have shifted here since I’ve written this STORYTIME just an update I’m poly with all of them now and I have a STORYTIME on me and Hobi and Yoongi coming soon!

My TikTok @/sakuraashifts_

- Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸🤍

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[ar1sh1ftz]

AR1SH1FTZ STORY TIME

{MY MOST RECENT ILLIT SHIFT}

WARNING:

SHIFTING STORY TIME! ANTI SHIFTERS DNI!

LETS BEGIN!!!

It’s 8:30 pm. The room is warm. We just finished dance practice.

I’m sitting against the wall trying to catch my breath. My face red and sweaty. My phone dings. Soobin.

You done?

Yeah. You can come in now.

Alright.

Not even five minutes later he’s in room 3. He quickly spots me and sits down next to me. He grabs my hand and gently kisses it. I put my head on his shoulder and I feel his head on mine.

“How was practice?” His voice is soft. He must have a hint that my head is pounding.

“Horrible. It’s too much. They are trying to fit in too much at one time.” Even with ten minutes passing i’m still out of breath. “It’s impossible.”

He brushes my hair. Kisses my hand again. Then my head. “When was the last time you ate?”

“At lunch. Like everyone else.” I know why he’s going to say.

“That was seven hours ago baby. That’s not good enough. Come on.”

He pulls me up. I groan.

“Soob i’m tired. I don’t have the energy for your antics.” I whine.

“Just come on. I know how to make you feel better. Trust me.”

The look in his eyes. How could I say no to him?

“Fine. But if it’s stupid then I will tell you.”

“I know baby. I know.”

He has that stupid smile on his face and I can’t help but smile too.

We end up at my favorite local restaurant. I’ve been going here since I was a trainee.

“Soooo. How did I do?” The smile on Soobin’s face makes me laugh. He knows he did good. He just likes the validation. And i’m willing to give it to him.

“Just what I needed. You were right.” We sit down at a table in the corner.

He orders for the both of us. He knows my order by heart.

We eat in silence which I also needed. By the end of the meal my head is no longer pounding and I just feel so much better.

“Who would’ve thought that food would make me feel better?” I joke with him.

“I know right. It’s like this crazy revelation.”

His words make me belly laugh. He laughs with me too. Once we’re done eating and he pays for the food, we just begin to walk around the streets.

“How was your day?” I ask him.

“It was chill. It’s not like we’re actively working towards a comeback right now. So it’s mainly just filled with classes.”

“I hate comeback preparations. Too much pressure. Not nearly enough time.” I roll my eyes as I talk.

“I can’t imagine the pressure you guys are under. Especially following after Newjeans and Lesserafim.”

His arm rest on my shoulders. I wrap one arm around his waist and put my hand in his jacket pocket.

“It’s whatever at this point. We’re just waiting for everyone to move on with the comparisons and just enjoy us.”

He hums in agreement. “It’ll get better, love. I’m sure of it.”

“I hope so.”

For the rest of our walk it’s a comfortable silence. Once we’re done with walking we call for a cab and head to his our apartment building.

When we get there he hugs me so tight I was sure my head would pop off.

“I’m so proud of you Ariana. I mean that.”

His voice is soft.

“So am I actually.” I hug him back.

We stay like that in the lobby for a good five minutes before heading back to our own dorms.

The whole elevator ride i’m smiling. If anything happens between us and it doesn’t work, he has ruined me for anyone else.

Once i’m in the dorm I shower and lay down. Before I go to bed I check my phone one last time. I always have a reason to check before bed every night.

I love you Ari❤️

Just let the day roll off of you as you sleep.

Good night love.

Yup. Always have a reason.

Finally finished it for you Vera💋

@xeverashifts

[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME!!! PART 2 OF MY RECENT SHIFT TO MY DPR DR! @hinatashiftz

(I meant it when I said we fucked 7 times this day so… here’s the 2nd time we fucked! 2/7)

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI-SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC:… idk gang 2.1k? Maybe less tbh.

WARNING LIST: SHIFTING CONTENT, SHIFTING STORYTIME, couple, napping, teasing, kissing, flirting, tension, bdsm, begging, blindfolding, breeding, make out, smut, sex, you get the point etc…

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The nap wasn’t exactly planned but we were both tired so It just… happened.

We ended up in the bedroom sometime after the kitchen, curtains half-drawn, sunlight muted. I remember him pulling me down with him, saying something about “five minutes I’m still sleepy.”and then everything went quiet.

When I wake up, it’s soft afternoon light.

And he’s already awake.

We open our eyes at the same time.

There’s a second where neither of us moves.

Then I feel it again.

That spark.

His hand is resting on my waist, thumb barely moving like he’s testing if I’m really awake.

“You’re staring again.” I murmur, voice still heavy with sleep.

“I know.”

“You woke me up.”

“I barely touched you.”

“Liar.”

His thumb drags slightly higher along my side “That wasn’t to wake you up.”

My breath shifts. We’re still half tangled in sheets. My black shirt is wrinkled, riding up slightly at my waist. His hair is messy from sleep, eyes darker in the low light.

The quiet between us isn’t peaceful. At all. As if the tension from earlier never left. Or if we’re both just turned on all the time. (This is like… 77% true.. maybe kinda sorta idk.)

“You look like you need something.” I say to him after studying his body language for some time.

“How?”

I laugh a little at the fact that he forgets I’m more observant than he realizes. “Your eyes and the way you’re touching me right now are giving you away.”

“No… I’m not doing anything.” Hinata says to me his voice a little whiny but mainly low.

I raise an eyebrow. “You think I’m slow?”

He leans closer, brushing his nose lightly along my jaw.

“I think you’re just projecting..”

His lips press slow against my neck again, and my fingers slide instinctively into his hair.

The tension builds slower this time. Not rushed. Not chaotic.

Measured.

His hand moves from my waist to my thigh, squeezing gently.

“If I’m projecting then why are you all over me right now?” he murmurs against my skin.

“I’m not...”

“You are. You’re a terrible liar, baby.”

I shift slightly, rolling over so I’m hovering just a little above him now.

His hands settle on my hips automatically.

“Remember how you said you’d stop being patient?” I say quietly.

His jaw tightens.

“You’re still stuck on that?”

“Well yeah. I want to test it.”

His grip firms.

“You test me too much.”

I lean down, kissing him slowly and deliberately dragging it out until his fingers press harder into my skin.

When I pull back, I don’t move far.

“Do I?”

His breathing changes.

“Yes.”

Good.

I slide off him slowly and sit up on the bed. He watches every movement. I reach into the bedside drawer without breaking eye contact.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice lower now.

“Just sit and relax.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

I pull out a soft silk black tie, HIS soft silk black tie, and sit back in his lap over him.

He exhales slowly, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“Sakura.”

“You said I tease.”

My hands move to his wrists gently.

“This isn’t teasing.”

He doesn’t resist when I guide his arms above his head.

But he watches me carefully.

“You trust me?” I ask quietly.

His answer is immediate.

“Yes.”

“And you’re okay with this right?” I ask him just to be sure. (Consensual Queen behavior)

“Yeah..”

That steadiness in his voice makes my chest tighten for a second.

I loop the tie around his wrists, firm but not tight. Enough to hold. Enough to shift the balance.

He tests it slightly, then looks back at me.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe.. just a little.”

I lean down, brushing my lips over his collarbone slowly.

His breathing deepens.

“You look so cute like this.” I say in almost a whisper.

“Shut up…” he says almost as if he’s embarrassed and shy now a little. (You’ve been under my control before hun this is NO different pretty boy.)

I reach back into the drawer and pull out one of my silk sleep scarves.

He goes still.

“Sakura.”

“Shh.”

I fold the scarf and gently tie it over his eyes.

The moment his vision disappears, everything changes.

His jaw flexes.

“I better not regret this..” he says quietly.

I lean down until my lips hover right over his.

“Regret what?”

“I know you. I know how evil you can get.” He says sounding a little scared.

“If anything I’m not evil enough.”

He can’t see me smile. That’s what makes it worse for him. I kiss him slowly first with more control then I move lower, dragging my fingertips lightly down his chest just to feel the way he reacts without sight.

His hands flex instinctively against the tie.

“You’re quiet now.” I whisper near his ear.

“Because I’m deciding how I’m gonna get you back for this.”

I laugh softly against his skin.

“You won’t.” I say confident.

“You’re half right about that..” he says lowly then ends up laughing at his own statement.

He tilts his head slightly toward my voice.

“I’m mostly right about it.”

I press another slow kiss to his jaw, then his neck, taking my time letting the anticipation build instead of rushing it.

His breathing is heavier now. Controlled but strained.

And for once, I’m the one watching him unravel. The room is quiet except for us.

Soft sheets. Muted light. His wrists tied.

His eyes covered. And the tension from this morning? It never left. It just changed times and hands.

He’s blindfolded. Wrists tied above his head. Breathing heavier than he wants me to notice. I sit back on the heels of my ankles slowly, just watching him react to the silence.

“This sight of you is very… cute.” I murmur.

His jaw flexes. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.”

I let my fingertips drag lightly over his chest, slow enough to make him anticipate more. His muscles tense immediately under my touch.

“You can deny that you don’t like this but your body always tells me otherwise.” I whisper.

“I can’t see you.”

“That’s the point.”

My hand trails lower, not hurried, just enough to make him inhale sharply. I lean down and press slow kisses along his collarbone, down his chest, taking my time.

His wrists flex against the tie.

“Sakura…” he says softly.

“Yes?”

His voice drops. “Don’t tease me please..”

I hum lightly against his skin. “You don’t like waiting?”

“You know I don’t.”

I sit back again and let my fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants. I pause there on purpose.

He exhales sharply.

“You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

“Stopping.”

I lean down close to his ear. “You were so confident this morning.”

His breath shudders slightly when I press a slow kiss to his jaw.

“Come on..” he whines, getting more needy and impatient with every second that passes.

“Come on what?”

He swallows.

“Please.”

“Please what? Use your words and tell me what you want.”

That word shifts everything.

I tug the fabric down slowly, deliberately, not breaking the pace I’ve set. I leave kisses along his thighs, soft and unhurried, letting my hands explore with intention instead of rush.

He shifts beneath me.

“Saki… please I can’t..” he repeats, almost strained.

“You’re impatient today.” I tease quietly.

His fingers curl uselessly against the tie.

“Untie me.”

“No.”

His breathing deepens.

“Please.. I wanna touch you.”

“I said no. Be good and stay still.”

Silence. Then, softer. That admission lingers in the air between us.

I lift myself slowly back up his body, not rushing, not giving him what he wants yet. My fingers trace up his chest again, light but intentional. He reacts to every touch now. Every small movement.

“You’re shaking baby..” I murmur quietly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

His breathing betrays him. I lean down until my lips brush the edge of the blindfold going towards his ear, placing a small kiss on it.

“You hate not knowing where I am, don’t you?”

He swallows. “I hate waiting.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

My hand slides back down his torso, slower this time. His wrists flex against the tie again.

“Mm…” he whimpers, and this time there’s no edge in it. Just need.

I pause completely. The absence of touch makes him inhale sharply.

“Don’t stop..” he says immediately.

I smile faintly, even though he can’t see it.

“You don’t like when I stop?”

“No.”

I let my fingers ghost over his skin again, barely there.

“You were so sure earlier..” I whisper near his ear. “So confident.”

“I was wrong.”

That honesty makes my pulse spike.

I shift my weight so I’m straddling him fully now, leaning down just enough so he can feel my breath against his lips without touching him.

“Say it then.” I say placing more open wet kisses on his neck now.

His jaw tightens.

“…I need you to touch me.” he says quietly under his breath.

“Louder or I’ll leave you like this.” I say more firmly.

He exhales, struggling between pride and need.

“Fuck, I need you to touch me baby please. I just want your hands on me and I need you so bad, please..”

I kiss him then. Slow at first, then deeper when he responds immediately, almost desperate.

He tries to lift his wrists again, instinctively wanting to touch me, but the tie holds.

“I’ll touch you, but you have to stay still and don’t rush me.” I tell him softly against his mouth.

“I won’t I promise.”

“Good..”

His breathing is uneven now.

“God I can’t take this anymore…” he whines again.

I lean back just enough to look at him, even though he can’t see me.

“Oh, I know.” I let out a small laugh.

I drag my nails lightly down his sides and he inhales sharply, hips shifting instinctively before he stills himself.

“You can’t even see me..” I say. “And you’re already losing control.”

“Because you won’t stop teasing.”

“Because your reactions just do something to me. I love seeing you get needy for me.”

He exhales shakily.

“Please…” he says again, softer now. More open.

That one hits different this time. I lean down and kiss along his jaw, slower, claiming, letting him feel that I’m choosing when and where.

“You want me to stop being evil?” I whisper.

He hesitates for half a second.

“Yes..”

I move back over his lips again, kissing him deeply, but this time it’s less teasing and more consuming. He responds immediately, like he’s been waiting for permission.

His wrists flex again.

“Untie me.” he whines against my mouth.

“Not yet.”

He exhales sharply.

“Fuck..”

I brush my thumb along his cheek gently, contrasting the dominance with softness.

I decided to finally stop teasing him. I took his sweatpants and underwear all the way off. And kissed up from his lower inner thigh till I reached his dick.

The minute I put it into my mouth he let out one of the biggest moans I’ve heard as if he was literally hurting from all the teasing. (Sorry baby)

I still decide to kind of take my time as I can never actually fully stop teasing him. I swirl my tongue around his tip while looking up at him and watching his reaction.

He couldn’t hold back from thrusting up into my mouth wanting to reach further into my throat. So I took him all the way down for a second and held him there.

“Fuck, oh my god..” he inhales and proceeds to let out a huge whimper as his body flinches and jerks up from the stimulation of my tongue and throat at once.

I come up just a little and start to bob my head up and down while also making sure to use my hand for his fullest pleasure. I want him to feel really good.

At this point I start to miss how he pretty eyes look at me when I do this to him. So I pull off of him and lean up to remove the blindfold and I kiss him so he can taste himself before I go back down on him again.

I swirl my tongue around his tip again but this time I stare up into his eyes as I do so. He holds eye contact with me, and I even slide his dick up and down on my tongue before sucking his tip a little bit at a time before I take him back fully into my mouth.

“Baby please…” Hinata says groaning and I watch him lean his head back the head board.

Fuck I swear now I’m the wet and needy one. It was hottest thing I’ve watched him do and I’d never get tired of watching him under me.

“Hm?” I hum against him and he can’t stop thrusting up into my mouth as his fingers grip his tie. I can tell he’s getting more impatient.

“Please, I’ve been good, I stayed still, I did what you asked. Please untie my hand.. please let me touch you.. please.. fuck.” Hinata tells me in a fast paced tone mainly because he was getting close.

I place a kiss to his tip again and I sit up into his lap and untie his hands which immediately go to my waist as he pulls me in and kisses me a little aggressively.

I fall forward on him a little and he uses this opportunity to grip my waist and grind upwards against me. We both start humping against each other losing control not caring anymore. I’m extremely wet and on the verge of cumming myself just from my clit being in direct contact of his dick from grinding on him.

Hinata being the observant man he is, he rips my underwear (yes… he actually did this. I would like a replacement please and thank you.) he rips it into two and slides the fabric off and throws it onto the floor.

“Can I fuck you? Please I wanna cum inside you.” He begs me and immediately I give him the confirmation to do so.

He enters me and I start to ride him and he matches my pace kissing my chest and touching me all over and I lean my head forward on his shoulder.

We’re both extremely close and he takes this opportunity to rub my clit and thrust upwards into me to help us reach both of our highs.

“Oh fuck..” I moan and then I grip onto his shoulder as we both finish at the same time. My clit throbbing on his thumb and first finger as I feel his cock throb inside of me as he cums inside of me.

I sit up and lean down to kiss him again. And I slowly lift myself off of him and i lean back down to suck the rest of our cum off of him. And I lean back up to kiss him again so he can taste the both of us.

I then lay down next to him and let him lay on my chest noticing how sensitive he is.

“Are you okay?” I asked him just to be sure.

“Yeah I’m okay baby.” He says tiredly.

“Do you want me to go get a towel?”

“No not yet… just stay here with me for a while first.” He says closing his eyes placing a kiss to my stomach before he fully lays on me now.

“Okay.” I say and I just lay there with him.

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And yeah… that’s the 2nd time we fucked this day. This is officially 2/7. I know I said I’d write all 7 but I may end up writing like..4? Idk yet.

But most of my storytimes can also be found on my TikTok @/sakuraashifts_

- Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸🤍

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[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME!!! MY RECENT SHIFT TO MY DPR DR! @hinatashiftz

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI-SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC:… yk the deal maybe between 2.3k? Probably less

WARNING LIST: SHIFTING CONTENT, SHIFTING STORYTIME, couple, music production, kissing, cooking, flirting, breakfast, teasing, talking about kids, tension, breeding, make out, smut, sex, you get the point etc…

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When I shifted back to this dr it was pretty hectic at first due to all the events coming up with DPR.

I had finished helping Christian with “Don’t Go Insane.” And now I’m helping Hinata produce for his comeback and producing mine. While also helping Christian with “SAINT.”

It’s November 2023.

The studio smells like burnt coffee and dust from overworked monitors. But with a hint of Vanilla and Cocoa Butter of a perfume I have.

Christian’s still inside the booth, headphones crooked, hair falling into his eyes while he redoes the hook for “LIMBO” for the fifteenth time.

I’m leaning over the console with DPR ARTIC and DPR CREAM, sleeves pushed up, listening for that exact fracture in his voice.

“Again..” I say into the mic calmly. “But don’t overthink it. Let it sound like you’re losing something.. like yearn for a difference I can hear it in your voice.”

Christian exhales. “You’re evil.”

I smirk. “You hired me.”

He laughs, shakes his head, and goes again. This time it cracks perfectly.

ARTIC nudges me. “That’s it.”

I nod slowly. “That’s it.”

Hours later, it’s almost midnight when the studio door opens and Hinata walks in, suit still on from his GQ Korea interview. Hair styled. Collar slightly loosened. He looks expensive and tired.

Our eyes meet across the room.

It’s that look. The one that he’s been giving me since 2014. It never changed.

Christian pulls his headphones off. “Ah, the model returns.”

Hinata smirks faintly. “You’re still screaming?”

“Your girlfriend is making me relive trauma.”Christian replies, pointing at me.

I don’t turn around. “And you’re welcome.”

Hinata’s gaze drags over me slowly oversized hoodie, hair messy from hours of producing, glasses sliding down my nose.

He steps closer to the console. Quiet.

“How’d it go?” I ask without looking up.

“It was okay.” he says. “Kinda boring… They asked about my creative process like it’s something I can explain in three sentences.”

I finally glance at him. “You look good though.”

He leans closer so only I can hear. “You just now noticed?”

“I have eyes.” I whisper back to him.

“Did you miss me?”

I don’t answer immediately. I hit save on the session instead.

“…Maybe.”

His jaw tightens just slightly as he looks down at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

ARTIC clears his throat. “Okay. We’re done. Before this turns into something.”

Everyone laughs as we’re now wrapping up for the night finishing up everything.

We leave the studio together.

For the first time in months, neither of us has somewhere else to be.

No rehearsals.

No deadline at 3AM.

No emergency mix revisions.

Just quiet.

The car ride home feels unfamiliar. Peaceful.

He drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near my thigh. Not touching. Just close.

“You’ve been overworking,” he says after a while.

“So have you.”

“That’s different.”

I scoff. “Because you did one interview?”

He glances at me sharply. “Because I’ve been watching you forget to eat.”

The air shifts.

I freeze and look back down at my phone. “I’m fine.”

“Sakura.”

“Damn, first name basis now?” I say joking around.

“Amané.” Hinata says in a more stern voice but it sounds more like worry.

I bite my lip and put my phone down and look over at him. “Okay… nevermind you’re serious.”

He only uses my full name when he’s serious.

(Middle Name is CRAZY WORK BTW HINATA.)

“You disappear when you get like this.” he continues. “You don’t have to. Not around me. I love you and I’m gonna take care of you when you don’t care of yourself.”

I swallow. “It’s easier to focus on everyone else.”

His thumb finally brushes my thigh lightly.

“I don’t want you taking care of everyone but yourself.”

The car goes quiet again, but it’s not heavy. It’s intimate.

I reach over and lace my fingers with his on the console.

“I’m okay.” I say softer. “I promise. I’ll do better.”

He squeezes once. “Okay.”

When we get home, the house feels unfamiliar too. We’ve barely been in it.

Shoes off. Lights low.

He takes off his blazer slowly, watching me from across the room.

“You’re staring.” I say.

“You’re still in producer mode,” he replies. “It’s interesting.”

“Oh?”

“You get bossy.”

I step closer to him. “You don’t like it?”

He tilts his head slightly. “I didn’t say that.”

I reach up and fix his collar deliberately. My fingers brush his neck. His breathing changes almost immediately as I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes.

“You were watching me at the studio.” I murmur.

“I always watch you.”

“That’s not subtle.”

“I’m not trying to be.”

The tension snaps tight between us.

Months of exhaustion. Pressure. Distance.

Now we’re standing in the quiet of our living room and it feels electric.

He pulls me closer by my waist not rough, but firmly.

“You haven’t had a break..” he says low. “Neither have I.”

“Is that a complaint?” I asked squinting my eyes at him.

“It’s a fact.” He says to me.

I laugh softly and kiss his cheek then lean into Hinata’s ear. “You think you can handle me when I’m rested?”

His eyes darken as he leans his head down towards mine and whispers back. “Try me.”

The kiss isn’t rushed. It’s slow at first, and then it deepens like we’ve been starving.

When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his.

“Bed.” I whisper.

He exhales laughing at me. “I’m serious, bed right now. Before I change my mind about being patient.”

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Later, we’re in pajamas. Lights dimmed.

He’s lying on his back, arm behind his head.

“You know..” he says casually, “GQ asked if I’m seeing anyone.”

“Oh?” I turn toward him.

“I said my private life is private.”

“Booo.” I say sarcastically.

He smirks. “You want me to tell them I live with a woman who terrifies men in studios?”

“I don’t terrify men. I terrify you.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe.”

I shift closer, tracing lazy circles against his chest. The room is quiet, softer than it’s been in months.

“Can I ask you something?” I murmur.

He glances down at me. “Yeah?”

“….” I hesitate getting nervous when I remember wanting to ask Hinata about this earlier.

His expression changes immediately. “Baby what’s wrong?”

I hesitate for just a second, then look up at him. “How do you feel about kids?”

He blinks once. Not startled. Just processing.

“Kids.” he repeats.

“Yeah. Like… having one. Maybe just one.” My fingers slow against him. “Have you ever thought about it?”

He studies my face carefully, like he’s trying to read between the words.

“With you?” he asks quietly.

My heart stutters. “Well… yeah? Unless you’re thinking about having them with someone else..”

A long pause.

“I’ve thought about a lot of futures” he says finally. “I don’t let myself sit in them too long. But… yeah. I have.”

I swallow. “What about… actually trying? Like… have you ever thought about putting one in me?”

His breathing shifts, not lustful, not crude, just heavier with the weight of what I asked.

He rolls onto his side fully now, propped up on his elbow, eyes locked on mine.

“Sakura..” he says low, serious. “That’s not something I’d ever treat lightly you know that right?”

“I know.”

“If we ever did that..” he continues, brushing his thumb along my jaw, “it wouldn’t be an accident. It wouldn’t be reckless. It would be because we decided. Together.”

The intensity in his voice makes my chest tighten.

“But have you imagined it?” I whisper.

He exhales slowly through his nose, a faint smile ghosting across his lips.

“I’ve imagined you holding a baby that looks like me.”

“Oh like you? Not even me?” I say dramatically and he laughs.

“I’ve imagined teaching them music. Watching you get protective. Watching you be soft.”

My throat feels tight.

“And?” I press softly.

“And it scares me…” he says honestly. “Because that means I’d have something in this world that matters more than the music.”

Silence stretches between us.

I reach up and brush my fingers through his hair. “You’d be a good dad.”

He huffs quietly. “You’d be terrifying as a mom but not necessarily towards our kid… I just feel like you’d ground me and the baby.”

I laugh under my breath. “Oh!”

“Not like that” he murmurs. “What I’m saying is you’d love hard. You already do.”

I soften.

He pulls me into him then, wrapping an arm around my waist firmly.

“One day.” he says against my hair. “When we’re not running on fumes. When it’s right. But yes Saki I’ve thought about having kids with you. And I’d love to have one with you someday.”

I nod against his chest.

“One day. Especially not now since tour is coming up.” I whisper to Hinata.

He presses a slow kiss to my temple.

“Okay I’m sleepy.. bedtime. Goodnight baby.” Hinata says to me.

“Goodnight pretty boy.” I whisper back at him.

And for once, we fall asleep without alarms set.

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Next Morning.

Sunlight. Quiet house.

I wake up to the sound of pans in the kitchen.

Mind you… I’m only wearing a black shirt and underwear.

No bra.

No pants.

Nothing else.

Just that.

Hinata is at the stove, hair messy, sleeves rolled up, focused on flipping something carefully.

“Damn, why do you have to look good when you’re cooking in a black outfit?” I lean against the counter.

He doesn’t look at me. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” I smirk at him trying not to laugh.

“Whatever you’re about to do.”

I walk behind him slowly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…”

I wrap my arms around his waist as he cooks and kiss his back.

Then silence. But I’m a menace so the silence didn’t last long.

“GQ would love this image.”

He inhales sharply. “Sakura.”

“What? I’m just saying.. unless you want them to see me like this.” I say teasingly.

“Fuck no. This is for my eyes only don’t play with me.” Hinata says looking me up and down.

I giggle and step closer, brushing lightly against his back as I reach for the counter.

“Are you nervous?” I ask him.

“About eggs?”

“About me watching.”

He finally turns his head slightly. “You’re testing me.”

“Maybe.”

He turns off the stove.

Slowly.

Faces me fully now.

“You woke up and decided teasing me was your morning routine today?”

I tilt my head innocently. “I’m just observing.”

His hands slide to my waist, pulling me in until my back hits the counter.

“You think this is funny?” he murmurs.

“A little.”

“You’ve been teasing me for ten minutes.”

“Have I?”

“Yes.”

“Is it working?”

His jaw tightens. “Do you wanna find out?”

I smile slowly.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

He leans down just enough for his lips to brush my ear.

“You’re going to regret that.”

The air is thick again. Charged.

And the eggs are definitely undercooked behind him.

I glance past him casually.

“Our breakfast Mr Koga.”

He curses under his breath, pulling away just long enough to save the pan.

I laugh and he looks at me like he’s already planning his revenge.

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After breakfast, the air is still warm from the stove.

He’s pretending nothing happened.

I’m pretending the tension didn’t thicken every time our eyes met.

I grab our plates first.

“You cooked.” I say casually. “So I’ll clean.”

He leans against the counter, watching me like I’m doing something far more interesting than rinsing ceramic.

The sink runs. Water hits porcelain. Quiet domestic sounds.

I can feel him staring. I look over my shoulder nervously before looking back down into the sink.

“Are you just going to hover there all morning?” I ask without turning around.

“I’m thinking.” he replies.

“About?”

A beat of silence.

Then I feel him.

Slow steps behind me. The shift in air. The warmth of his body closing the distance.

His hands don’t touch me yet.

He leans in slowly, lips brushing just beneath my ear.

“I don’t like being teased with no outcome baby…” he murmurs against my skin.

My breath catches, but I keep washing the plate.

“Then don’t be easy to tease.”

He raises an eyebrow at my statement and his hands slide to my hips this time squeezing them, as if he’s claiming.

“You think this is a game?”

I swallow. “I mean… is it not?”

He exhales softly against my neck before pressing a slow kiss there. Not rushed. Not messy. Deliberate.

My fingers tighten around the edge of the sink.

“You’ve been provoking me since you woke up.” he says low. “While I was cooking.”

“Well yes… you’re too cute when you’re like this. I enjoy doing that.”

Another kiss. Slightly lower.

“I was trying to be calm.”

I finally turn my head just slightly. “You? Calm?”

His jaw tightens faintly at the challenge in my voice.

He steps back just enough to look at me properly.

“Come here.”

It’s not loud. It’s not forceful.

But it’s commanding.

I dry my hands slowly on the towel. Deliberately. Letting the moment stretch.

His eyes follow every movement.

I step toward him.

“Closer.” He says quietly.

I close the last bit of distance.

His hand cups my jaw, tilting my face up just enough before he kisses me.

Not playful.

Not slow.

Hungry.

My hands slide up his chest instinctively, and he backs me up two steps until my hips hit the counter.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to look at me black shirt, bare legs, nothing but underwear and confidence.

“You think you can just walk around like this and expect me to behave?” he mutters.

“I wasn’t asking you to.”

That does it.

He lifts me effortlessly onto the counter, hands firm at my waist. The cold marble against my thighs contrasts with the heat between us.

His body moves between my knees automatically.

“You’re so needy in the mornings..” he says, voice lower now.

“You started it.”

“I know… I’ve missed your dominant side lately actually.”

“I’m sure you did.” He slides his hand down my underwear immediately attaching to my clit for a second and I gasp.

“And just by how wet you are.. I can tell.”

“Fuck..” I whine leaning my head into his chest before he lifts my chin up.

He leans in again, kissing me deeper this time, one hand sliding up my back, the other steady at my thigh.

The kiss slows and becomes heavier.

Less teasing and more intentional. I reach my hand down to help pull his dick out and help jerk him off as he’s kissing me.

I pull back just enough to breathe and he immediately turns me over and bends me over the counter.

“Let’s take these off because we won’t be needing these.” He says in a deeper voice this time

I scoff laughing as he takes my underwear off.

Hinata places a kiss to my right ass cheek before he smacks it and grips it. I gasp and jerk forward a little before running my fingers through my hair waiting on him.

“What is up with you and my ass?” I say to him.

“The fact that it’s mine that’s what.” Hinata says to me and I swear I got turned on more.

He presses a kiss to my inner thigh before he slides his tongue inside my pussy and starts eating me out a little. I was already soaked from earlier but one of the things I love the most besides Hinata’s dick is his tongue.

“Hinata baby please…” I whine and he starts laughing at me before he kisses my inner thigh again.

“Please what? You can’t handle being teased but like teasing me?” He says laughing at me still.

“For someone that claims they were impatient and didn’t like being teased either you sure are taking your time… unless you forgot how to fuck me.” I say before realizing what I had just said.

“Trust me.. fucking you is the last thing I’ll ever forget to do.” Hinata says before smacking my ass again before he stands up and pulls my head back to kiss me again.

His hand reaches down to his dick and he aligns it with my pussy pushing my back down so I can arch again as he starts teasing me again.

I whine and push back against him and he smacks my ass again for a third time.

“Behave.” He says to me sternly.

“Stop teasing me okay I’m sorry.. I just need you to fuck me. Please.” I say desperate at this point.

I can tell he has a smirk on his face as he finally after 10 minutes shoves his dick in me slowly.

I can never forget how big he is. And I always whine a little whenever he’s inside me. I wait a minute to adjust to him before I start fucking myself back on him.

But Hinata doesn’t let me. Instead he grabs my hips and starts thrusting into me slowly. At one point he pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into me.

“Fuck..” he curses under his breath and then starts immediately pounding into me.

I don’t even care that’s it’s 8 in the morning. It’s my dick (consensually) and he’s my boyfriend. So if I want that… I got that.

Hinata is pounding into me like crazy as I’m trying to keep my noises down and keep my balance against the counter.

“Nuh uh don’t do that.” He says before gripping my hair back which causes me to arch my back more.

“Fuck.. please.” I say moaning.

“There we go. Don’t you ever hide your noises from me.. I wanna hear you baby.” He says before kissing me and reaching forward to grip one of my boobs before he starts teasing the nipple knowing I’m very sensitive.

At this point I can’t even hold in my moans. And I start clenching around him. Hinata can’t even hold back his moans either.

He reaches down and starts to rub my clit and I let out a whine as my left hand starts tapping the counter since I couldn’t get out the words of me being close.

“I know baby, I know.. cum for me you can do it.” Hinata says in this breathy voice.

And that does it for me. Right after that I came right around his dick squeezing him tightly and just like that he also came inside of me.

We’re both catching our breaths coming down from our highs as he fucks into me a little bit as if he was scared of his cum dripping out of me.

I then sit up slowly and he pulls me back against his chest and kisses me deeply and slowly this time.

“That’s just round 1 by the way don’t get too comfortable.” I say before Hinata smiles at me.

“I don’t plan on it..” Hinata says leaving a small slap on my ass before he heads back to our bedroom and I finish the dishes and follow right behind him.

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And yeah that’s… what happened in my recent shift to my DPR DR 🫶🏾 trust there’s a LOT more that happened and I will most definitely be posting some of that because we literally fucked 7 times this day…

But anyways you can find most of my stories or short summarized stories on my TikTok @/sakuraashifts_!

- Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸🤍

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[ar1sh1ftz]

AR1SH1FTZ STORY TIME

{MY MOST RECENT GIRLNEXTDOOR SHIFT}

WARNING: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

SHIFTING STORY TIME! ANTI SHIFTERS DNI!

LETS BEGIN!!!

~So for background Heeseung and I were FWB for like a year. Jaehyun had a pretty big problem with that because he thought it was getting in the way of my work (it wasn’t. he was being a paranoid bitch) ANYWAYS. Recently Hee cut it off because he was getting serious with a girl (i obviously respect that because we weren’t anything serious and more friends than benefits anyways). Since then Jae and I have been getting closer. ~Its a month after the release of WHO! and WHAT!. We aren't talking. Which isn't good considering we are the leaders and need to communicate. Our manager locked us in a room and made us work it out. We sat in straight silence for an hour before I broke it. ~"Are you avoiding me?" I stand up and look him dead in his face. "Yeah... Why wouldn't I be?" His face was so blank and that made me so mad. "You won't talk to me, you barely even look at me, what the fuck did I do to make you want to act like I don't exist?" ~He finally looks at me and stands up. "What did you do? Are you that self centered that you think everything is about you?" I scoff and step up to him. "Then what is it about and why are you taking it out on ME?" He takes a step at me. Our noses are so close to touching. "You drive me insane Ariana." I step back and cross my arms. "That doesn't answer my question." ~He sighs into his hands. "I can't stand to be around you because I can't have you. You want to be with everyone but me and I can't take it any more." I laugh into my hands. When I look back at him he looks hungry. (We like that tho) "I've only been with one person and it wasn't even like that. We never did it. We really were friends Jae." It was his turn to laugh. "Really? That's not what I heard." "Who told you different?" "Almost everyone in the building. You can't expect me to not believe them." "I'm asking you to believe me. I have no reason to lie Jae." ~He sits back down. "Really?" "Really." I sit back down too. The quite is comforting this time. "I'm sorry Ariana. Truly. I just...I want you so bad. It was hurting me to think you were with someone else." "Then you should talk to me. We work together. We can't be avoiding each other like this." "I know." He moves closer to me and holds my hand. I put my head on his shoulder. "Can we just go back to how we were?" My voice is low to not ruin the moment. "But before we were just co-workers. I don't want that." Lets just work on it. Day by day." That's better baby." ~He kisses my hand and we sit there until our manager comes back.

[shiftergrl]

𝝑୧ turn that assumption into a law.

yeah girly, you heard me. take that sad girl mindset to the dumps. stop feeling sorry for yourself when it’s pointless.

i’m not here to motivate you or tell you that you can shift, i’m simply here to tell you factual information. you are the ruler of your subconscious mind. yes, i say this all of the time. yes, you guys get mad at me and hoot and holler in the comments. yes, i don’t care.

why don’t I care? — because that assumption that i stress 24/7 is now law. yeah, i said it. it’s a law now.

“ well, how do I make it a law as well?

simple, just stop trying to control everything when what you desire is already there. why force something that’s in reach? just take it.

and yes, for gods sake, i don’t want to hear the, “well it’s not that simple!” it is that simple. if it weren’t, i wouldn’t be here talking right now. i am not invalidating you, i am just telling you the truth. the same reason why you’re not progressing in your journey is because you’re consistently arguing that shifting is hard rather than something you can actually conquer like it’s nothing.

news flash!!!! you can totally conquer it like it’s nothing because it’s exactly that: nothing.

the moment you get angry with someone for saying that shifting is easy, you set yourself back. spend that angry time on actually accepting the fact that shifting isn’t hard. the moment you tell yourself that, that’s when you begin to create a law more than just an assumption.

you are capable because it is in you. you are capable because you have full control over the default mode network. you aren’t tied to any reality. you just are you. and that is enough.

[ar1sh1ftz]

ARIANA’S POLL

~I feel like my story times aren’t as fun as they could be. So i’ve giving you guys more options to choose from. Enjoy!!!

[They will go out in order of most to least wanted.]

Future story times

My last ILLIT shift

Ranking the BTS members from most to least on my level (SOLOIST DR)

Introducing my k-street racer dr

My TOP 10 experiences (ALL DRS)

My unplanned marriage (1st BTS DR)

Voting ended onFeb 14

[ar1sh1ftz]

AR1SH1FTZ STORY TIME

{HOW HYUNLIX PROPOSED TO ME IN MY STRAY KIDS DR}

WARNING: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

SHIFTING STORY TIME! ANTI SHIFTERS DNI!

LETS BEGIN!!!

~This is messy yall😛. So those two had the crazy idea to turn the proposal into a video. They had literally everything planned out. And I had absolutely no idea what was going on.

~Like we had obviously talked about marriage but I had no idea that they would take what I said and sprinted with it. They wasted absolutely no time. The best part about this whole situation is that I felt like nothing was out of the ordinary. I would have never guessed they were doing all these things to propose to me. They had my nail appointment planned and they planted ideas of the nails to get (I obviously got them) and they had a dress planned out for me which was is normal. They showed me what hair they wanted for me which is also normal (I didn’t get that hairstyle specifically but I got the color they suggested which was blue).

~Everything was planned to a T. They wanted this to be absolutely perfect and it was. Untilllll they fucked up and made me mad the day of the proposal.

~I got into a fight with BOTH of them (about what i can’t even remember) sooooo I messed everything up. I took my hair out (it was a wig so it was easy) and I didn’t wear the dress they wanted. I popped my nails off. I put on sweats and a hoodie and I had intentions on staying home. Then when they started calling me and sounded panicked I wanted to mess with them more.

~So I pulled up just like that. When I got to the restaurant and saw my friends, family, and their families I was extremely confused. They were even more confused than I was when I showed up looking a hot mess. We were looking at each other confused.

~They walked over to me and asked why I looked the way I did and i’m asking why are all these people here. They give each other a look, sigh, and get down on one knee each (i swear to this day they practiced that shit).

~I immediately start crying and I get mad at myself for messing this up and mad at them for making mad at them. I obviously said yes as we live happily ever after.

~The end.

[shiftergrl]

୭ৎ yes, i’ve stated that i have shifted. yes, i’m now there. . .

constantly, i see shifters getting angry when i say that you don’t need effort to shift. well, sorry hun, i’m about to burst your bubble once more…shifting requires no effort. none. nada. non.

“ so why does it feel like I need effort, Jade?

because you’re sitting here thinking that question. it feels like you need effort because you have now made that assumption and you’re continuing to make that assumption…

── get angry or not, i will continue to say that shifting is effortless. there is a law in my brain that says it requires no effort. that’s why i drift off to another awareness the minute i say i’ve shifted.

what makes you think you’re any different?

consistently telling yourself to put in effort & that you need it is very exhausting i’m sure. the only thing that requires effort is scripting. . . i haven’t scripted in god knows how long. i hate scripting. i don’t script. so, with that being said, if that’s the only thing that requires effort, why are you saying you’re struggling to shift?

stop feeling sorry for yourself. if you keep blocking yourself from shifting because you believe there’s an earning to it, then you’re just gonna continue to not shift. you’re making effort a law…stop assuming effort. assume you’re there for once.

you can’t earn shifting when you’re the ruler of the 4D/3D. you can’t earn shifting when it’s within. please stop for gods sake complaining to me and in general about not shifting and just shift. that’s all you need to do. say you’re there, you’re there. stop saying you’re not. that’s why you’re still here.

[ar1sh1ftz]

AR1SH1FTZ STORY TIME

{HOW I DEAL WITH THREE KIDS ALONE IN MY BTS DR}

WARNING: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

SHIFTING STORY TIME! ANTI SHIFTERS DNI!

LETS BEGIN!!!

~Ok so right now in my dr it’s October 23, 2024. Jungkook is still in the military so majority of the time i’m having to deal with the kids alone.

~In my dr I didn’t take away the military service from bts because it didn’t really change much because regardless of they went or not the break was still happening.

~I obviously did not plan to get pregnant while he was away but hey life happens. But here are some things that I scripted about the military service.

~Families are allowed to schedule visits with the soldiers if time permits. Soldiers are allowed to come home every weekend if permitted (usually those with kids are always allowed). Families can come up and visit the base everyday of the weekend (obviously when permitted) and there are hotels for the families to stay in at night.~

~Before I had the baby Jk and I would alternate each weekend of him coming down and me coming down. Now that the baby is here only he can come down to see us. Most weekends he is allowed to but sometimes he can’t. For the rest of the weekdays I obviously have the kids alone. Now you’re probably wondering how i’m dealing with a new born baby, a toddler, and a six year old alone and the truth is I don’t.

~Jk’s mom stays near by and comes over everyday to help me with the kids. My oldest goes to school and she drops him off. Jin also helps me a lot by making meals for us. Jhope is also out so he just comes over to mostly entertain my daughter and I love it.

~Since everyone is taking care of literally everything else I can focus on the newborn. Everything works in a perfect way that makes it easy for since Jk isn’t around to help on a day to day basis. And I always appreciate the help that I do get from everyone.

[theshiftingwitch]

"Shifting isn't reall 🤬" I'm too busy making out with your fav kpop idol to care babe!

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𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤!! 𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣 (𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙮𝙖) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤: 𝙠𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝙙𝙧𝙨, 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙨, 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙨, 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮:

☆ 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝘿𝙎 𝙙𝙧

☆ 𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙔 𝙙𝙧

☆ 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙂𝙂 𝙙𝙧

☆ 𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙊 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔 𝘿𝙊𝙂𝙎 𝙙𝙧

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𝙢𝙮 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘.. 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙨, 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩), 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩/𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙/𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 , 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨.

𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣 & 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙤 (𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬) 𝙨/𝙤 𝘿𝙉𝙄 !! (𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨/𝙥𝙥𝙡 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡). 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙩.

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𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿𝘽𝙔𝙀!!

[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME! THE HYUNCHAN EXPERIENCE… FROM MY SOLOIST W/ SKZ DR!

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI- SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC:…idk who cares possibly 4.6k?

WARNING LIST: SHIFTING CONTENT, SHIFTING STORYTIME, rage baiting, texas related heat (it was HOT.), anger, teasing, straight up SMUT, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, yeah you get the point, etc….

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It was a hot day in Sydney, Australia. It almost felt as hot as Texas. I was on tour with Straykids for Dominate since we collaborated for not just music and albums but for tour as well.

I believe it was October around this time and all of us were walking around and went to go eat. I had on these black and blue denim shorts and a half opened button shirt and yeah you get the point.

I was joking around with Changbin, Seungmin and Felix. But when we sat outside to eat I kept teasing and rage baiting Chan and Hyunjin.

I sat across from Chan and Hyunjin, Versace sunglasses on, looking completely unbothered while slowly sipping my ziet zoke drink.

(I’m JOKING PLS OMG it was literally just lemonade and sprite mixed together. I promise I’m funny)

But Chan narrowed his eyes at me first and asked me

“Why are you smiling like that.”

I tilted my head “innocently” at him and said, “Like what?”

Hyunjin didn’t even look at the menu. He’s been watching me all day and the minute Chan said something about me he clocked it too. And said “You’ve been like this all day.”

I just shrugged saying, “It’s just hot out. Is it a crime for a girl to enjoy the weather?”

Chan leans back in his chair, arms crossed. “Well for you it’s a crime because I can tell you’re definitely plotting something.”

I just smiled at them both. “I’m just sitting here…it’s not my fault y’all both get worked up so easily.”

Hyunjin scoffed at me when I said that and bit his lip before putting a smirk on his face and he let out a quiet breath through his nose, his gaze dropping for a second before coming back to my face. “You know what you’re doing Kura. You better be careful.”

I tapped my straw against my lip. “Or what?”

Chan mutters, almost to himself, “She’s doing this on purpose…”

I lean forward just slightly. My shirt opened up a little at the top so the black bra I was wearing under was pretty much visible but only to them.

I asked him, “Doing what on purpose, hm?”

Chan looks at Hyunjin like do you hear this right now?

Hyunjin finally spoke again through the tension that even I can feel. Of course I can feel it. I started it.

His voice was low when he whispered by me saying, “Keep acting like that and you’ll see what happens.”

Never threaten me with a good time. I’ll hold you to it.

So I just smiled at him and looked him in his eyes and said, “Promise?”

Both of them went quiet after that. They looked like they had to control themselves. That kind of quiet meant I absolutely won. But at what cost?… well. You’re about to see.

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After we finish eating and walking around for a while, we decided to head back to the hotel. I was barely in my room for 5 minutes before there was a knock on my door.

I already know who it is.

Hyunjin steps inside without saying much, shutting the door behind him. No stage persona, no teasing smile now. Just that intense, focused look.

“You had fun earlier?” he asks calmly.

I sat on the edge of the bed. “A little.”

He walks closer, slow, deliberate. “You were testing us.”

I tilt my chin up at him. “And?”

His hand lands beside me on the mattress, leaning just close enough that I feel surrounded without him actually touching me.

“You like seeing how far you can push me huh?” he murmurs.

I whisper back smiling at him trying not to laugh at the fact I’m actually getting nervous and turned on in this very moment. “Well you look very pushed right now. So yes. It’s fun.. look at you.”

His jaw tightened slightly, his eyes dropped down to my lips for a second before he leans back just enough to make me miss the closeness.

“Chan’s coming. He said he wanted to talk to you too.” he says quietly. “You really decided to start something, I hope you can perform later on tomorrow.”

I froze at his words. “Wait, what.”

Hyunjin smirked at me, chuckling at the fact he could now tell my confidence streak has officially died down a bit. “Don’t get scared now. You wanted this.”

Well fuck. Was all I could think about really. Because… I did need that. But BOTH? Before concert… shouldn’t be too bad..? Right? (WRONG.)

A second knock came to my door but it didn’t cut through tension me and Hyunjin already had.

Chan comes in closing and locking the door behind him.

Hyunjin didn’t move far, just enough space for Chan to come in.

Chan exhales slowly when he sees the two of us. “I knew you were gonna do something like this eventually you know.”

I smile sweetly laughing trying to find some sort of oxygen out of whatever tension I created. “I didn’t do anything.”

Chan gives me a look. “You’ve been teasing us since lunch. You had your hand on my thigh. Your shirt was more open than usual. And you kept checking me and Hyunjin out. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Hyunjin adds softly, “She likes the reaction.”

I shrug. “Maybe I just liked teasing you both.. didn’t mean anything.”

Chan stepped closer to me, voice lower now, calmer but heavier. “You don’t get to act innocent after what you pulled at dinner.”

I look between them. “So what happens now?”

There’s a long pause. Too long. Too quiet. Fuck.

Hyunjin’s voice is quiet but firm. “Now you deal with the consequences of starting something you can’t pretend you didn’t mean to.”

Chan shakes his head slightly, half amused, half affected. “You really thought we weren’t gonna do anything about it? Really? Me and Hyunjin? Us?”

I smile because I absolutely did know. It’s why I even acted the way I did. I needed them on me and inside me since YESTERDAY.

And the tension in the room gets so thick that nobody’s joking anymore.

The room is quiet, but not calm.

Chan is the first to move and sit behind me on the bed, slow and deliberate, like he’s making sure I saw it coming. His hand settles at my waist, warm and steady, not pulling me in yet. Just grounding me there.

“You know you really have an effect on me.” he says softly, thumb brushing once against my side.

I tilt my head back to rest on his shoulder. “Did it work?”

Hyunjin lets out a quiet breath in front of me. “You know it did.”

He steps closer from the other side, not crowding, but close enough that I feel squished between them. His fingers lightly catch my chin, tilting my face toward him just enough to meet his eyes.

Chan’s hand tightens slightly at my waist, not rough, just firmer. I kept moving and squirming and he wasn’t letting me. But I started getting nervous and needy and they both could definitely tell.

Especially Chan. “All that confidence at dinner… where’d it go?”

I try to smile, and hide my face but my breath gives me away.

Hyunjin’s thumb traces slowly along my jaw, then stills. He doesn’t rush.

He never rushes when the tension is this thick.

“She likes the build-up.. look at her body shaking.” he says quietly to Chan, eyes still on me.

Chan hums in agreement. His other hand comes up, brushing my hair back from my shoulder, fingers lingering at the nape of my neck. “Yeah. She does.”

I swallow. Hard. “You’re both—”

“Heated? Irritated? Turned on?” Chan finishes my sentence gently.

Hyunjin’s voice drops. “That was your goal. Wasn’t it?”

“She knows it was.” Chan says right as he dives into my neck leaving wet open kisses on it.

I bite my lip trying my hardest not to make any noise.

Neither of them move fast. That’s what makes it worse. Every touch is intentional a hand at my waist, fingers along my jaw, Chan’s lips on my neck and his thumb slowly moving against my side like he’s reminding me who started this.

“You can’t start something,” Chan murmurs near my ear, “and then act surprised when we follow.”

Hyunjin leans just close enough that his could collide with mine in a heartbeat.

I hold his gaze as he says “Next time… think before you tease.” Then his lips crash right onto mine.

At this point I’m just soaked and desperate for anything. I moaned into the kiss I shared with hyunjin and Chan took the opportunity to unbutton the rest of my shirt and slide it off.

He undid my bra and holds my waist as he leans me back to lay onto his chest and Hyunjin took this as an opportunity to lean down and kiss my chest and suck on the most sensitive area of my body. My nipples. (needy ho.😑)

I let out a small moan grinding my hips up trying to feel anything and arching back into Chan as his lips found my neck again keeping me against his chest as Hyunjin gave attention to both of my nipples before he started to undress himself.

Chan sat me up so he could do the same. Once they were both undressed Hyunjin leaned over me to kiss me one more time deeply, before asking

“Hmm.. what should we do to you?”

I was very wet and needy to the point I didn’t care what they did to me. All I knew was that if someone didn’t do something at LEAST I was gonna lose it.

Chan noticing my behavior, made him laugh a little “Aw someone’s getting needy huh?”

I shook my head yes before looking up at them both.

Hyunjin leaned down to kiss my shoulder and whispered in my ear “Turn over for me pretty girl.”

I turned over onto my stomach as Hyunjin helped lift me onto my knees and on instinct I was already arching down for him.

Chan made his way in front of me and kissed me, but the minute my lips were on chan’s again Hyunjin’s lips were on direct contact with pussy.

Knowing it was about to happen it still caught me off guard to the point I couldn’t even keep up with kissing Chan as Hyunjin was eating me out and fingering me at the same time.

After a while, I felt hyunjin remove himself and he leaned over me down to my ear asking me “You taste good baby..”

I whined not being able to handle anymore foreplay or teasing. Even if I did start it. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I needed them both. Very badly. “Please Hyunjin, fuck I can’t wait anymore I need you inside me please..”

That’s all it took for him honestly. Hyunjin slid inside me from behind with ease due to how wet I already was and how wet he continued to make me with his mouth.

I gasped as he entered me and Hyunjin let out a groan at the feeling and immediately gripped my waist. I bit my lip trying not to let out any loud noises yet. But fuck it was very hard. And so was Hyunjin. lol.

Chan sat up on his knees tilting my chin up to look at him. He tapped my cheek, “Open up for me baby.”

And I did. I stuck my tongue out and Chan tapped the tip of his dick on it sliding it in and out before wrapping a hand around my throat and starting to slowly fuck my mouth.

I was overwhelmed in pleasure and just already feeling fucked out and we just started. But I definitely didn’t want them to stop.

I was a moaning mess even while choking on Chan’s dick for a second due to his increased speed on mouth fucking me. I came around Hyunjin first and he immediately found that pleasing.

“Aw that’s my girl.. you just needed to be fucked hm?”

“Mm..” I squealed, not really being able to speak if Chan is too busy using my throat for his pleasure.

“I know pretty, does it feel good? Yeah?”

Too busy moaning to respond as Hyunjin continues to still pound into me from behind me even though I already finished. He didn’t care. And to be honest neither did I.

At this point I could tell Chan was getting close since his thrusts into my mouth were starting to get inconsistent so I pushed my head forward more to hold him into my throat and he just rested his hand on the back of my head as I swirled my tongue around him and he finished inside my mouth.

He pulled out and I swallowed. (of course because it was already at the back of my throat so like- I don’t spit what I can handle.)

Hyunjin finished right after him gripping my waist very tightly. “Fuck..”

He leaned over my back as I fell forward onto the mattress hiding my face in it. Hyunjin kissed my spine and my neck before switching places with Chan.

I was shaking already from the overstimulation and could barely move. Chan kissed my ass cheek before slapping it hard and softly flipped me over and leaned over me to kiss me.

He pulled away for a second. “You okay?”

“Mhm” I replied shaking my head yes, already tired a little but I still didn’t want them to stop at all.

“Yeah? You can handle another one right?”

“Yes, fuck please.” I say almost as needy and impatient as possible.

“Patience baby, I got you.” He lifted both of my legs up and pushed them all the way back behind my head as he leaned in to kiss me again.

The stretch only hurt a little. But I didn’t care for it. I only wanted Chan in me and that’s all I cared about.

We both looked down and I helped guide him inside me and the position he put me in had him enter me sooo fucking deep it was crazy. I swore I could’ve felt him in my lower stomach I’m not even kidding.

“Oh fuck.” I let out in this pretty big breathy moan leaning my head back gripping the sheets on the mattress. Chan kissed my neck rubbing the back of my thighs keeping my legs behind my head.

“Breathe baby, you gotta breathe. You can take it.”

He started slow but eventually did start speeding up. When I was able to adjust to the position I begged him to go faster and that’s what he did.

He started getting carried away, wrapping an hand around my throat and for a moment I believed I was actually being put into the mattress itself. I was being pounded with no mercy but it felt so good and Chan felt good too.

It was actually embarrassing how quick I came in that position. Even actually squirting just a little bit… (I’ve never done that before so bare with the fact Chan was the first to make me do that..)

I was overstimulated and shaking more than I was before. But Chan was so hungry for me he couldn’t stop just yet. And even as I was reaching my fucked out limit. I didn’t wanna stop either.

“There you go baby, just one more. You can give me one more right?” He asks me as he kisses my thigh and rests my legs (ankles you get it) onto his shoulders..

And starts immediately just deeply pounding into me again but rubs my clit this time. My legs were SHAKING! Within minutes I was close again and we both finished at the same time.

My eyes were closed, my legs I’m sure were just not gonna work again.

Hyunjin who sat to the side and watched all of this switched places with Chan again.

“If you need to stop you better tell me now. Because if not I need one more from you too pretty..” Hyunjin says kissing my neck and holding my chin.

I should’ve said no. I could’ve said no I wanna stop. But for these two? With the highest sex drives? Absolutely not. I’m a freaked out whore too. So I told him yes.

He lifted me up and pulled me into his lap. My back to his chest as he held onto my waist. I wrapped one arm behind me around his neck to have access to to still make out with him as he then started pounding up into me from under me.

Chan came over and started to rub and lick my clit as Hyunjin was fucking up into me. I was so ruined and so gone I couldn’t even think. It was all too much but in a good way.

I was a screaming more than moaning at this point because I’ve finished about 4 times already. But as if on time, Hyunjin started groaning and gripping my waist tightly again and we both finished at the same time too.

After he did I laid down not being able to move a single muscle. I was sore and entirely fucked out completely.

Hyunjin and Chan both laid next to me, Chan kissing my forehead. “You did so well for us baby. Are you okay?”

All I could do was shake my head barely. I was so tired and sore I didn’t even wanna move or talk. Hyunjin went to the bathroom to get towels for us and he carried me to the bathroom so I could take a bath because I was… we’ll just say messy.

Chan helped me pee first then bathe me as Hyunjin got dressed and went down to go get some more bedsheets and change them once he got back to my room.

And after I was clean and Chan was good he went back to his room and Hyunjin stayed with me in mine. And we both fell asleep..

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And yeah… that’s what happened in my soloist w/ skz DR with the Hyunchan Experience. 🫶🏾

Most of my storytimes can be found on my tiktok though @/sakuraashifts_

- Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸

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CHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS POST FOR SOOOO LONGGGGGGGG

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ARIANA’S POLL

~So I obviously wanna do more story times on here but don’t know where to start so imma give yall a poll and i’ll go in order of most requested to least requested.

Next story times

How Jk and I got together (BND DR)

My most recent GND dr shift

The day Hyunlix proposed (Skz dr)

What it’s like dealing with three kids (Bts dr)

(BONUS) DR specific intros

Voting ended onFeb 8

[sakurashifts]

SHIFTING STORYTIME! MY RECENT SHIFT TO MY VAMPIRE DR LAST NIGHT!!

REMINDER: SHIFTING IS THE ABILITY OF BECOMING CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF ANOTHER REALITY! THEREFORE MY EXPERIENCES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS REALITY!

ANTI-SHIFTERS DNI!!!

WC: …again idk maybe a midst between 1.2k though ngl

WARNING LIST: Vampires, 1400’s, Shifting Storytime, Vampire Hunters, Blood mentioned, memories, ruby amulet, flying, dangerous alleys, bats, threats, threatened language, etc…

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When I shifted here, I first opened my eyes, to a faint gray of almost-morning leaking through a broken chapel window, dust drifting in the cold air like slow-falling ash. For a moment I don’t move, because I recognized this feeling, it felt natural.

The heaviness in my limbs, the sharp awareness under my skin, all of my 5 senses being creepily heightened, with the silence that is never truly silent. Then a memory crashes back in a single breath. A ritual. The scattering. The names I have not said out loud in apparently years because I was afraid of forgetting how they sound.

I sit up too fast and the world tilts, the early light biting at my skin just enough to warn me I don’t belong in it. My hand presses to my chest on instinct, and that is when I feel it. Not emptiness. Not distance. A necklace, a pretty ruby amulet, and pulls. More than one. Very extremely close.

I leave the chapel before the sun can climb higher, keeping to alley shadows and narrow stone streets still wet with dawn mist. The city is waking, bakers opening shutters, carts rattling over cobblestone, church bells echoing across the river, and every sound feels too loud against the pounding in my chest.

I pull my hood low and move like I have done for centuries, unseen, unnoticed, but inside I’m scared and unraveling. The memories of Felix, Hyunjin, Chan, Minho, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jake, and the others all collide at me at once. I can’t figure out what went wrong. Just that I lost them and I need to find them before the spell entirely wears off… but why does it feel so wrong and dangerous to do so? And why can’t I figure out why?

As I’m trying to remember and gaining my memories I pass by a young man carrying water and nearly stop breathing because for half a second I think it’s someone I lost. But, the feeling slips away like smoke. Still, the threads remain, tugging, guiding me deeper into the city. By the time I find shelter in the cellar of an abandoned merchant house before full daylight hits.

(Not that I would turn to dust, it’s just very overwhelming and hurts internally. It stings a little bit, and almost any and every vampire would avoid daylight for this reason it’s too overstimulating.)

I know one thing for sure. I didn’t come here by accident. They’re here. I know they’re here. More than one of them. Close enough that my powers are restless, my memories sharp, and fate has already started tightening the circle around all of us. I can sense them exactly in this town.

I just didn’t realize yet that something else… or someone else has noticed my arrival too, and that I will feel eyes on me and footsteps behind me that belong to someone who knows far more than he is willing to say.

I felt him before I heard him. That subtle shift in the air, like as if the night itself is holding its breath, and I don’t turn around right away because prey runs.

And 2 things I knew in this moment was that 1) I am not getting attacked when I just shifted here. And 2) I am NOT someone’s fucking prey today.

I tilt my head slightly instead, staring out over the moonlit rooftops and say,

“You’ve been following me for three streets, since the Chapel Bridge. If you’re going to stalk me or attack me, at least have the manners to do it properly.”

A soft, almost amused exhale comes from the shadows behind the bell tower arch, and when I finally glance back, he’s there, tall, still, face half-lost beneath the hood and the angle of the moon, but his eyes catch the light like he’s older than the stones around us.

I try to slip into his mind the way I do with others, searching for intentions, memory, anything, and hit a wall so smooth it’s almost insulting.

He does the same to me, I can tell, and there’s a pause where we’re both realizing we’ve met our match.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he says to me in this calmly deep voice.

I raise an eyebrow. Curious as to who the hell this person is. “Funny, I was just thinking the same for you. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to follow strangers you don’t know?” I ask him.

He steps a little closer, not threatening, just certain. His face still half hidden in the shadows but his eyes uncovered thanks to the moonlight.

“You’re looking for people who don’t remember you. Reuniting them will draw eyes you don’t want.”

My jaw tightened at his words, as I become confused on why it made me angry to hear that. “You say that like you know how this ends.”

A faint smirk touches his voice. “I know how it begins.”

I fold my arms. “You keep circling around your words like they’re dangerous. Who are you, exactly?”

His gaze sharpens, something ancient and unreadable flickering there. “Someone who has watched you walk into disasters before.”

I scoff at his answer softly. “Wow!.. Great. So then you know I don’t take orders.”

“No.” he agrees, almost pleased and amused by my choice of words and actions. “You take risks.”

I step closer now, testing him, searching his expression for the truth he’s clearly swallowing back. “You know me. Don’t you?” It’s not a question.

“Better than you’d like, yeah. I do.” he replies.

“Then say it. Tell me what happened, and who you are.” A beat of silence stretches between us, thick with things unsaid.

“Not yet.” he murmurs, already stepping back toward the dark. “Just be careful of who you wake up, Sakura.” I hate that my name sounds familiar in his voice.

“Wait!” I call after him. “Can I at least get your name?” He pauses at the ledge, cloak shifting in the wind.

He looks at me one last time. “Jamie.”

Then he’s gone, and I’m left staring at the empty stone, my chest burning with the certainty that whatever he’s hiding, he sees more of me than he should, and that bothers me more than the hunters ever could.

Not because of the fear of the unknown anymore… but the fact the unknown is supposedly more comforting than the known.

Why does he know me? How does he know me? What did he mean by “Reuniting will bring dangerous eyes to me?”

Who. the. fuck. is. JAMIE???

I heard slight chatter coming in from a distance and it didn’t sound good. So I put my hood back up from my cloak, stood up and ran towards the ledge transitioning into a bat after I jumped off and flew into the wind still on my journey to find someone.

Anyone.

At least one of the boys that I for some reason needed desperately back into my life and not just my memories.

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And yeahh this is part 1 of what happened I’m already writing and working on part 2! Of who I found and more in detail for this DR… So be on the lookout for that! Most of my storytimes are on my tiktok tho @/sakuraashifts_ !

- Sakura’s Shifting Stories 🌸

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