SITRI

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 (n.) — a scientific study of han jisung and his weirdness. requests are closed

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I BEGGED MY HOT ASS TA FOR A GRADE CURVE AND GOT CURVED BY HIS D*CK INSTEAD !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

𓏲੭ ˒ he’s your TA. you’re failing his class. but he doesn’t think you’re dumb— just distracted. and now he wants your full attention.

pairing: TA!bang chan x f!reader genre/tags: college au, smut with plot, implied age gap, way too much sexual tension, oral (m + f receiving), dom!chan, nipple play, light degradation/praise kink, piv, unprotected s*x, creampie, possessive!chan, aftercare words: 11.5k (wtf is my life 💔)

[ note. ] — finally posting the first fic of my crash course series (i changed the titles hehe), spent the whole night editing this so i could post this weekend >.< ALSO thanks sm for 6k !! ily guys so bad <3

cross posted to AO3

college wasn’t supposed to feel this suffocating. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself between long sighs of frustration and tugging on your hair like somehow pulling harder will pull an answer to all of your problems out of the air. it had to get better, right? at some point, you’d figure this out. at some point, you’d be able to catch up like everyone else, slide back into a rhythm, fix your grades, fix everything.

but no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, deep down you knew the truth.

you were absolutely fucked.

it had been building for months now, a slow unraveling that you hadn’t even noticed until the exam grades started rolling in and hitting like sucker punches straight to the ribs. a 61 in econ. 58 in calc. a humiliating 43 in the upper-division statistics course you had only signed up for because your advisor swore up and down you’d “do fine” if you just showed up, paid attention, and did the work. of course, nobody told you how hard it’d be to do the work when school felt like breaking your brain with each passing week.

and sure, it wasn’t entirely your fault you were in this now completely catastrophic mess. life happened. you were busy. sooo busy.

tests piled up, papers came due, and before you knew it, the semester had gotten away from you. one skipped lecture turned into two, and then three, because the hangover was too heavy, or you woke up too late, or maybe skipping just became easier than showing up and realizing you still didn’t fucking get it.

your friends didn’t seem to have a problem with it though. in fact, they seemed to be doing just fine, sitting pretty with half the stress you carried while partying with twice the energy. it was infuriating.

how did these trust fund, name-dropping, parents-pay-everything-for-me types just breeze their way through life while you clawed and struggled and stressed for every single second of yours?

“just don’t think about it,” they’d say when you worried aloud about your scholarship.

“take a mental health day. or week. you deserve it!”

“a curve will carry you through like always.”

but that curve was not saving your ass this time, and honestly, the guilt of falling so far behind wasn’t even the worst part.

the worst part was knowing you were the one who let it happen.

there wasn’t anyone else to pin this on, no scapegoat for the party invites you shouldn’t have accepted or the nights out you couldn’t say no to because it’d look bad to disappear. you’d just… kept up.

and things were fun— exciting, even— until they weren’t. until you realized just how hard you were sinking.

and now here you were; failing half your classes, barely passing the others, one more missed lecture away from kissing your scholarship goodbye. and you didn’t even have anyone to turn to for help.

the people you called “friends,” those picture-perfect girls with weekly blowouts paid on daddy’s card and those polished guys with frat pins and parents on donor lists— weren’t actually your friends.

because now that you needed something? now that you were desperate for someone to swoop in and save you from drowning? they only had half-hearted excuses to offer you.

“sorry, babe, we’re swamped with group projects,” one girl had said while sipping an overpriced matcha latte you knew for a fact her roommate paid for.

“dude, just hit up someone in your class. you’ll figure it out,” one guy shrugged, adjusting his collar on what was clearly a brand-new polo shirt for his friday night out.

every excuse only added to the dull ache in your chest.

so maybe they weren’t your friends, not really. maybe they just liked the version of you who didn’t ask for anything, the one who could keep up, who looked shiny and fun and confident all the time.

now, all you had to show for was a rapidly deteriorating GPA, an inbox of ignored emails from professors, a terrifyingly close “academic warning” notice, and a desperate gamble hanging on a thin thread of possibility.

and that gamble was chan.

you didn’t actually know much about him beyond his name, just that he seemed way too hot to be stuck explaining complex theories to freshmen and that he was ridiculously good at his job as a TA for your statistics course.

almost too good.

you sat in the back most of the time, quietly zoning out while he spoke about office hours or went over practice examples that looked more like hieroglyphics to you than math. sometimes you’d stare down blankly at your notebook, pretending to write, just so he wouldn’t call on you.

but now, you didn’t really have a choice anymore, did you?

you were cornered— trapped, honestly— with the weight of your failing grades pressing down on you so hard that it felt like it’d snap your spine in half. chan was your only chance to fix this, and there wasn’t any guarantee he’d even agree to help you.

as far as you could tell from the few glances— okay, stares— you’d snuck during class or the rare moments you did try to pay attention, chan wasn’t the kind of guy who did anyone favors for free. he was helpful, sure. ridiculously patient, disgustingly smart, but distant in this professional, untouchable way that felt more intimidating than approachable.

which sucked because he was so insanely good-looking it made your stomach twist everytime you saw him.

like how was that even fair? how did someone with a full schedule of grading papers and breaking down theorems for struggling students still look like that?

it wasn’t just the obvious things, either, like his jawline being sharp enough to slice through a brick wall or the way his hair always sat perfectly, even if it looked like he’d run his hands through it a million times. or the broad shoulders that strained against his button-ups, the way the rolled up sleeves gave a front-row view of his inked forearms when he turned to write on the board, he’d done that on purpose, you were sure of it.

no, it was deeper than that. something about him just… oozed authority. he had this natural confidence, this charm that made every interaction feel intentional, sharpened by polite smirks and these piercingly knowing looks that made you feel like he could see straight through you.

and that was terrifying.

you weren’t exactly one to shy away from attention. hell, you practically craved it on most days, but the idea of being in the same room as chan, let alone putting yourself at his mercy by asking for a favor this big? it put knots in your stomach.

to be fair, it wasn’t just how hot he was or how sharp his tone could get if someone asked an obviously stupid question. it was the fact that you knew— you knew— he’d seen you at your worst.

because, let’s face it, you weren’t exactly subtle. it wasn’t hard to notice the girl stumbling into class ten minutes late with one hand clutching a coffee she clearly didn’t need and the other hand trying to smooth yesterday’s mascara out from under her eyes. or the girl who’d roll her eyes during presentations, whispering sarcastic comments to her desk mate only to fail her own turn at the podium because she hadn’t read the material.

you saw it in the way his eyes flicked over you sometimes— brief, appraising glances, like he was clocking all the things you were doing wrong but didn’t have the energy to care. and that made asking for his help… well, humiliating wasn’t even the right word.

but when you thought of all your options, or lack thereof, it was clear. chan was your only shot.

which leads you to now, racing down the hallway outside his office hours, totally unprepared and already out of breath just thinking about how this might go.

your sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor as you skidded to a halt in front of his office door, heart hammering out an uneven rhythm.

what were you even supposed to say? “hi, sorry for being the laziest, least deserving person ever, but can you please do me a favor and save my entire academic career ??”

your reflection wobbled in the slim window beside the door, your hair’s slightly disarray, and your tote bag’s slipping off one shoulder. the image made something bitter crawl up the back of your throat.

you didn’t even look like the kind of student chan would want to help. no pressed chinos or perfectly highlighted notes. you didn’t smell like coffee and effort; you smelled like nerves and desperation.

but fuck it. this was life or death.

your knuckles rapped against the wood once, then twice, before your hand fell limply at your side. god, your heart was racing.

“come in.” his voice rang out from the other side, clipped and smooth, familiar to the point where your knees almost gave out. there wasn’t a single part of you that felt ready for this.

steeling yourself with one last breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside.

chan was at his desk, pen in hand, leaning over a stack of papers with that laser sharp focus that made you question if he was actually human. his glasses sat neatly in place, silver-framed and faintly reflecting the soft overhead light above him. it wasn’t until you had shyly cleared your throat that his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours. they were unreadable, scanning over you, down to your bag and back up again, before settling on your face.

“need something?” he asked, leaning back in his chair slightly.

this was it. do or die.

you tried not to let your voice tremble too much as you spoke. “hi, uh- hi, chan. do you have a minute? it’s about my grades.”

there was a pause, half a second that felt more like half an hour, before the smallest flicker of amusement crossed his lips.

“i figured.”

just two words, said so lightly they could’ve meant nothing, but they were enough to make your stomach curdle. you wrung your hands together in front of you, shifting slightly under the sheer weight of his gaze as he gestured for you to sit.

“go ahead,” he said, resting his chin in his palm now, pen dangling lazily between his fingers. his tone stayed polite, but there was something about the way his eyes followed you as you sank into the chair. “tell me what’s going on.”

fuck. where did you even start?

you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly feeling bone dry as you stared back at him. chan’s gaze was pointed, measured, like he wasn’t just listening— he was assessing. waiting, with those sharp brown eyes unblinking, his full attention zeroing in on you in a way that was making it near impossible to concentrate.

this was already a disaster…

“well, um,” you began, your fingers nervously twisting the strap of your bag as you attempted (and failed) to keep your voice level. there was something annoyingly self-assured about the way he sat there, looking completely relaxed while your nerves threatened to devour you alive.

“i’ve been struggling with the coursework,” you said, your tone more apologetic than you wanted it to be. “like, a lot. stats isn’t really coming easy to me, and i guess i.. fell behind.”

he hummed softly, as if that didn’t surprise him one bit.

the sound made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“i know it’s my fault,” you blurted out, tightening your grip on your bag’s strap like it’ll stop the word vomit. “i’ve been really busy, too busy, honestly, and i know i didn’t prioritize things the way i should have, but i swear, i’m not usually this bad—”

“how bad?” chan interrupted coolly.

you blinked, your voice freezing in your throat.

he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, a gesture so calm, so subtle, and yet it sent a wave of dread rolling through your chest anyway.

“your grades,” he clarified, tone light and casual, the pen absently swaying between his fingers as if he wasn’t deliberately making you squirm. “how bad are we talking here?”

“uh…” you hesitated, swallowing again as the words caught on the lump in your throat. there really wasn’t a more humiliating way to admit this, so you just… ripped the bandaid off.

“failing,” you confessed. “like, actually failing.”

if chan was surprised, he didn’t show it. he didn’t do anything, really— except lean back further in his chair and once again let that infuriating, unreadable expression sit on his face.

“right,” he said slowly, dragging the word out as his eyes flitted down to his desk.

right.

the way he said it— low, simple, dismissive— was somehow worse than if he’d said nothing at all.

your cheeks flushed with heat as you continued feebly, trying to fill the silence stretching between you. “but, um, i can fix it! i’m not- i’m not hopeless or anything, and if there’s any sort of grade curve, i can—”

“you’re not getting a curve,” he said bluntly, cutting you off.

your heart sank somewhere into the pit of your stomach.

the words hit you like a brick to the face— not cruelly, and not even softly, just… so matter-of-fact, almost like he hadn’t even registered your desperation.

“oh,” you said lamely, voice wavering.

for a moment, it felt like the shame might actually swallow you whole.

you couldn’t bear to look at him now, but you felt his eyes narrow on you anyway— burning a hole through you as every ounce of resolve you’d built for this conversation unraveled bit by bit. this is what you’d been afraid of, wasn’t it? being dismissed. getting rejected so fast he wouldn’t even finish hearing you out.

“but,” chan said after the pause had lingered just a second too long, “if you’re serious about getting your grades up, maybe there’s something we can do.”

your head shot up so fast you felt lightheaded.

“r-really?” you stammered, your eyes wide and hopeful.

for the first time, his lips turned upward into a sly smirk— a barely-there expression that might’ve seemed harmless if his eyes didn’t gleam the way they did alongside it.

“sure,” he said simply, leaning forward now to rest his elbows on the desk between you. “come to my next office hours, and we’ll see how serious you actually are.”

office hours. simple enough, you thought.

except… the way he said it didn’t exactly feelsimple.

there was this weight behind the words, an implication you didn’t quite have the nerve (or the clarity) to fully dissect.

“okay,” you said quickly, trying to hide how much of a mess you already were.

chan reached for his notepad then, flipping it open before scribbling something down. you didn’t think you were looking particularly hard at his hands or his forearms, but the way the sleeve of his button-up pulled tight around his arm certainly made it hard not to notice.

“you’ll need help catching up. this isn’t something you can fix overnight,” he began, his voice returning to that smooth, professional tone that simultaneously put you on edge and made your chest feel unreasonably tight. “stats takes focus, effort, attention. it’s not something you can bullshit your way through.”

“i know,” you murmured, feeling small under the lecture but nodding eagerly anyway. “i will. i’m- i’ll focus, i promise.”

he didn’t answer, but the faintest hint of amusement returned to his face when he tore out the slip of paper and handed it across the desk.

a phone number.

his phone number.

“what’s this for?” you asked curiously, blinking up at him.

“so i can send you the address.”

your heart stuttered. “uh… address for what?”

he leaned back in his chair again. “you’ll come to my place next week,” chan said, still calm, but there was a heaviness in his tone you couldn’t miss. “that way, you can get the help you actually need, without all the distractions.”

there was something unreasonably intimate about the idea— you couldn’t even imagine slipping into his orbit here without losing your composure, and now he wanted you to see him in his space?

another knot twisted violently in your stomach.

he must’ve noticed the hesitation creeping into your face because the smirk tilted downward briefly, replaced with something oddly serious instead.

“you do want to get a passing grade, don’t you?”

his question made your lips part uselessly. “y-yeah. of course!”

“then i’ll see you there,” he said plainly, with an air of finality that left you no room to argue even if you’d wanted to.

you clutched the small slip of paper tightly between your fingers as the weight of his expectations, and his presence, stuck to your skin like damp heat.

and when you left that night, your own nerves clinging to you like static, one thing was painfully clear.

you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

+

waking up five hours ahead of schedule should’ve been the first sign that today was going to feel completely off.

in fact, the entire day felt like one long, slow burn nightmare that had started from the moment your eyes shot open at 4 am and never quite recovered. with each passing minute, the reality of what you were about to do crept closer, sitting heavier and heavier in your chest.

you were going to chan’s… apartment. alone. to study. nothing else, obviously. just a completely normal… consensual… totally academic tutoring session with quite possibly the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on.

so what if his arms were covered in tattoos you wanted to lick the outlines of? or if the memory of his sharp smirk from office hours was burned so deeply into your brain that even your shower thoughts felt unholy?

it wasn’t like anything was going to happen.

still, you couldn’t stop the way your whole body buzzed with nerves as you left your apartment that afternoon.

you’d spent way too much time debating what to wear— going through a tornado of outfits in your tiny room until your bed was buried in every top and pair of jeans you owned. you finally settled on something that you hoped gave, oh, this? i just threw it on! what, no, of course i don’t care that deeply about your opinion of me, even if the truth was written all over your mistake-proof eyeliner and the lingering scent of vanilla perfume on your wrists.

as a last minute, desperate attempt to soften him up, you stopped by a bakery near campus to grab some cheesecake slices. they were way too expensive for your crumbling student budget, but you figured they might do a little to save your poor, failing ass if your consistent eye twitch didn’t already scream pathetic gratitude. it was as much a bribe as it was a peace offering. you were about to invade his personal space, after all.

when you got to his building, you were a goddamn wreck.

your hands were clammy against the handle of the bakery box, your stomach twisting into violent knots as you rode the elevator to his floor. when the doors slid open, the reality of the situation hit you all over again; chan had only agreed to this because you were failing.

it wasn’t because he liked you, or thought you were special, or that he wanted to spend any alone time with you, despite every wildly horny fantasy your brain had conjured over the weekend. no, you were here because you were barely passing, and whatever mercy he was giving you came with conditions.

he’s seen it all, you reminded yourself. heard it all. probably helped a million people like you. don’t think you’re anything special, idiot.

your hands shook slightly as you reached his door, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you knocked.

the sound echoed back sharply, filling the silence of the hallway like a bomb ticking down the seconds. you almost bolted on the spot before you heard the faint shuffle on the other side, quick footsteps, the sound of the lock turning— and then, there he was.

chan leaned against the edge of the doorframe, his hand rested casually on the knob as his eyes danced over you in an entirely neutral expression. no glasses today, you noted immediately, your stomach sinking at how irritatingly attractive that somehow made him.

“you’re on time,” he remarked, his voice warm, but lightly amused.

your brain tripped over itself like it was your first time understanding words. “oh- yeah. of course! i didn’t want to, uh, keep you waiting.”

...an embarrassing response. great start.

chan’s mouth quirked, faint but noticeable as he stepped to the side to let you in.

“come in. shoes off right there,” he instructed, gesturing toward the neatly lined space by the door.

you followed silently, fully aware of every movement you made as you tugged your sneakers off and balanced them into place. if your nerves hadn’t already clocked out from overuse, your next observation would’ve totally knocked you out:

his place was spotless.

you weren’t entirely sure what you’d been expecting, but “clean freak” definitely wasn’t on the list. chan’s apartment was airy, quiet, and— dare you say— insultingly immaculate.

there wasn’t a single stray sock, not a speck of dust, no sink of dishes, or tangled wires ruining your line of sight to his bookshelves and minimalist decor. every inch of the space reeked of effortless organization, right down to the softly folded blanket on the couch and the perfectly centered pack of coasters on the coffee table.

it made your mess of an apartment seem downright feral by comparison.

“cute shoes,” he said airily from the kitchen, snapping your attention back to him as he leaned briefly into the fridge.

you blinked. “what?”

he nodded toward where you’d set your sneakers by the door. “your shoes, makes me think of those cheesy cartoon outfits. the ones with stars or glitter or something. kinda fun.”

you weren’t sure if that was meant to be an insult or a compliment, so you went with the safest option. “uh, thanks?”

chan’s faint smirk returned, but just as quickly as it flickered across his face, he tilted his head toward the counter expectantly.

“what’s that?” he asked.

“oh!” you moved quickly to the kitchen, thrusting the bakery box slightly forward in your hands. “i brought these for you! uh, it’s just some pastries- cheesecake slices, actually. i thought they might…” you trailed off, your words jumbling under the weight of his sharp gaze. “you know. be, um, nice. like, as a thank you or something. for helping me.”

you swore his smirk softened into something closer to a genuine grin, but you couldn’t be sure when it disappeared so quickly after.

"you didn’t have to do that,” he said, sliding the box easily from your hands.

“i know, but…” you shrugged weakly. “i just wanted to.”

he didn’t respond, his fingers deftly undoing the box lid before plucking one of the cheesecakes out. the sight felt unreasonably intimate, his hand brushing faint crumbs from the edge of the slice, the subtle twitch of his jaw as he took a bite and let the flavor settle.

“these are good,” he muttered, nodding slightly to himself. “thanks.”

you couldn’t tell if it was your heart that skipped or the entirety of your respiratory system.

+

things started out normal enough— or, at least, as normal as they could be considering who you were talking to and where you were.

after clearing space at his kitchen table, chan brought over your textbook and a loose stack of papers, pen already twirling idly between his fingers as his other hand tugged his chair close enough to yours that your collective elbows almost touched.

you were pretty sure your breathing hadn’t returned to normal for the past twenty minutes. you were hyper-aware of everything. the smooth tone of his voice when he walked you through a concept, the subtle tilt of his head when he waited for your response, the faint drag of his cologne hanging in the air when he leaned just marginally closer to explain something written on the page.

and worse, you were hyper-aware of yourself— your knees glued together without even trying, the way you were actively avoiding looking at his jaw when he spoke lest your brain run headfirst into the gutter.

“you’re staring,” his voice broke through your thought spiral.

shit.

“what?” you said a little too quickly.

“the page,” he clarified, and the corner of his mouth tugged upward knowingly as he glanced between your face and the textbook. “you’ve been staring at it without writing for at least five minutes. you good, or am i wasting my time here?”

heat crawled its way onto your cheeks as you scrambled to collect yourself. “no- no! you’re not wasting your time! sorry, i just—”

“got distracted?”

you hesitated, wetting your lips.

chan’s eyes dragged toward your neck for half a second before refocusing on your face.

“uh… yeah,” you murmured, staring pointedly at the page.

for a few tense beats, you felt like he might call you out for it.

but instead, he just leaned back slightly, pen tapping once against the edge of the table.

“then get back on track,” he said firmly, his gaze somehow impassive and heavy all at once.

sure, you thought bitterly to yourself. easier said than done... when the guy helping you has literal pornstar hands.

chan’s voice cuts through your thoughts once again, a faint edge to it this time that told you he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea that you weren’t wasting his time here. “you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, tapping your mostly blank notebook with the end of his pen.

you blinked out of your haze and nodded way too quickly. “yeah. totally ready. so ready.”

you absolutely, 100%, did not feel ready. not when you were currently dangling a very loose grip on your academic salvation— and yout raging hormones— and failing at both. yet somehow chan managed to keep his composure as if this wasn’t a complete minefield of professional boundaries.

meanwhile, you were over here sweating bullets.

“alright,” he said, leaning forward again, his broad shoulders casually brushing against yours. if he noticed the way you stiffened, he didn’t say anything. “let’s start simple… p-value hypothesis testing. what’s the first step?”

you stared at the page. your brain immediately short circuited.

what’s a p-value, again? what was anything?

chan waited a single beat, then sighed softly, setting his pen down. “you… don’t know the first step, do you?”

oh god. here it came. the humiliation. the “i knew it” look. maybe even a quiet dismissal to wrap things up early before sending you sliding further into a deeper pit of failure.

you started to stammer out some sort of excuse (“oh, i studied this, i promise- okay, maybe not entirely, but i—”), but chan tilted his head and spoke before you could spiral completely.

“it’s fine if you don’t,” he said casually, folding his arms on the table. “that’s why you’re here, right? because you don’t know it yet. the whole point is to fix that.”

you froze.

his tone was impossibly calm, but something beneath it made your breath hitch. if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost call the sharpness soothing.

“right,” you muttered, shrinking a little further. “my bad. let’s…start again.”

chan gave a faint dimpled look as he leaned over the page and grabbed your pen. the pen you were holding. his hand accidentally brushed yours in the process, skin startlingly warm where it touched you. you nearly yelped.

“relax,” he said, not unkindly. “no one’s grading you here, except me.”

unfortunately for you, that felt so much worse..

+

after nearly an hour with his voice calmly talking you through samples, datasets, and linear regression analysis (all concepts that still felt vaguely indistinguishable from alien geometry), you’d somehow managed to make marginal progress— and chan had seemingly noticed.

“see? not bad,” he remarked as he glanced over your most recent set of notes, his eyebrows raising slightly. your handwriting was a little cleaner now, still a chaotic scrawl, but at least things looked almost organized. “you’ve got a handle on it.”

your chest filled with unexpected relief at his words. “you mean i’m not… a complete disaster?”

chan shrugged, brushing his hands over the table before shooting you a teasing grin. “i wouldn’t say that. you’re still a mess.”

you gawked at him. “seriously?”

“but,” he added, “you’re trying. i’ll give you that.”

you weren’t sure whether to hide your face or laugh until you cried, so you settled for rolling your eyes instead. his grin only deepened.

god, why did he have to look so good when he was being insufferable?

you glanced toward the books spread across the table, half a dozen equations and diagrams still staring back at you, and exhaled, hoping the knot in your chest would loosen. it didn’t. of course it didn’t.

the truth was, your nerves hadn’t settled once since you walked through his door. it wasn’t just the teasing remarks or the way he seemed to dig effortlessly under your skin with every perfectly timed knowing glance. it was the way he felt.

chan had this aura about him.

commanding, without shouting. stern, but not cruel. you couldn’t help but want to throw yourself at his feet and say, yes, i’ll sit here and listen for hours if it makes you keep talking. please don’t stop talking.

and okay, that was probably not the best train of thought to have while sitting in front of the TA who controlled your grades. but still.

you were trying.

when the session finally came to an end, you shuffled awkwardly as chan walked you back toward the door, your tote bag once again slung over your shoulder.

“thanks for… all of that,” you started, uncomfortably aware of how clammy your hands felt as they smoothed over the strap. “i know it’s not easy to deal with a failing, uh, wreck of a human being, but—”

“you’re not a wreck,” chan interrupted, his hand pausing briefly on the doorknob as he turned to face you. something in his tone was softer, not as sharp as usual, but still steady enough to stop the flow of your words dead in their tracks.

“…i mean,” you mumbled dumbly, unable to recover from the unexpected crack in his voice.

“i’ve had students who don’t try at all,” he continued, resting his shoulder casually against the door. “they show up late, make excuses, push everything onto someone else. but you’re here. you’re trying. that counts for more than you think.”

your brain did at least three flips and a cartwheel.

“oh,” you said after a beat, staring blankly. “thanks?”

chan’s smile this time was faint, but genuine— and it fucking killed you.

“tuesday next week,” he said casually, pulling the door open before looking you over again. “same time.”

you nodded quickly, trying to ignore how the way he was standing, leaning coolly into the doorway, made his dress shirt stretch just enough to outline the definition beneath his forearms— and goddamn it, your brain needed to stop looking for reasons to self-destruct in real time.

“got it,” you replied finally, your voice cracking slightly. “tuesday. next week. your place.”

for one horrible, beat-worthy moment, chan raised his eyebrows at how awkwardly you repeated the words. his lips tilted faintly, that same painstakingly neutral expression etched onto his face again before he glanced to the side.

“good,” he said, brushing his fingers casually through his blond hair. “don’t be late this time.”

you nodded far too quickly as you stepped into the hallway, your breath caught somewhere deep in your chest and refusing to let go until he gave you a final, two-fingered wave and shut the door behind you.

and as you made your way down the hall, heart still pounding, all you could think was:

there’s no way you’ll survive another week alone with him, is there?

+

if anyone had told you that this was how your semester would go— teetering dangerously between educational burnout and a full blown crisis of unhinged attraction— you wouldn’t have believed them.

then again, you also wouldn’t have believed that chan, your hot-as-hell statistics TA (who was only supposed to exist in the corner of your eye as some mildly inappropriate distraction during lecture), would be giving you one-on-one “study help” in his fucking apartment of all places.

honestly, the past week was starting to make your head spin. it wasn’t just the fact that you’d had two entire hours of uninterrupted, semi-casual conversation with him at his place. it was… everything else.

like how every once in a while now, when you passed him on campus, chan would send you this faint, almost smirk-like smile. just enough to acknowledge you in passing— a reminder that he noticed you, remembered you.

and everytime it happened, your stomach would twist.

the good twist. the kind that left an annoying ache inside you and made your face hot for the entirety of your next class.

chan, for his part, was impossible to read. professionally calm, unfailing in his confidence and aloofness, like every interaction he’d ever had with anyone was just another detail to tuck neatly into his increasingly unbothered day.

sometimes, it caught you off guard how unfazed he was, how precise every movement and word that fell from his lips seemed to be. but then there were little cracks. moments when he’d lean just a little too close, brush his hand against yours, or hold your gaze for just a second too long before looking away.

sometimes you wondered if he even noticed he was doing it, but then, there was a darker part of you, the louder part, that wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

if maybe, just maybe, those brief pauses in his movements carried a bit more weight. if maybe they whispered hints of curiosity, intrigue… or something else entirely.

by the time tuesday rolled around, you’d convinced yourself that your life was one endless spiral of humiliation and implosion.

because the mortifying truth was that, consciously or not, your behavior had become downright pathetic lately.

you’d spent hours agonizing over what to wear to your next session with him. subtle. casual. blank canvas vibes. but… you were also a living, breathing person with a functioning set of eyes and weekly terrible thoughts about chan in compromising positions, so— subtlety didn’t last very long.

instead, only twenty minutes before you were set to leave, you’d swapped out your first two outfits for something else entirely; something tight enough to be dangerous, just low-cut enough to hint without outright show.

effortless, you told yourself in the mirror, even though the amount of effort it took for you to tear your eyes away from your own cleavage was anything but subtle. he won’t even notice!

(spoiler: he noticed.)

and, of course, chan— being chan— acted completely immune.

when he opened the door for you this time, his expression barely shifted, except for a quick glance down at you, his gaze lingering for half a second before he looked away entirely.

“hey,” was all he said. and just like that, you were sweating out of places you didn’t even know could sweat.

you followed him inside like you were walking toward your fucking demise.

the studying itself started as normal, or as normal as it could get when your brain was currently tied up in your own delusions.

chan had cleared the table again, leaning back in his chair with the kind of effortless authority you couldn’t stop staring at even if you wanted to.

“you’re on your own for the first one,” he said simply, sliding a freshly written-out problem set across the table toward you. “show me how you’d do it. no help this time.”

on your own. fucking great.

you nodded quickly, eager, but mostly terrified to disappoint him— and immediately grabbed your pen.

his eyes scraped over your page as you worked, his chin resting against his palm in casual appraisal, until finally glancing over somewhere else. probably the wall or the clock or literally anything but you.

but you… couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

and it was bad.

unhinged, honestly.

your brain was preoccupied with all the places it shouldn’t have been; his shirt pushed up slightly against his forearms again, revealing more of the ink you’d spent days mentally mapping out from last week’s memories. his brows furrowed faintly with concentration. the way his tongue brushed lightly over his lower lip when he leaned forward slightly to grab—

focus, you remind yourself harshly. seriously, shut the hell up. you’re failing.

...except focusing on him was exactly the problem.

by the time you finished the initial review process, you’d written so many questionable numbers that it almost felt embarrassing to show him the work.

“done already?” he asked, his voice pulling your head up.

“uh,” you said dumbly, sliding the notebook toward him far too quickly. “yeah! kind of.”

chan gave you a blank look, but it softened faintly as he flipped through each line of your work, his mouth twitching slightly with what you couldn’t decide was approval or disappointment.

"well, this part’s definitely wrong,” he said lightly, tapping the edge of your paper. “but at least you got one variable right this time. better than last week.”

a laugh bubbled up your throat before you processed it.

chan flicked his gaze back toward you briefly at the sound, his head tilting faintly.

somehow, the tension in your stomach tightened further.

+

it had only been an hour when things started to spiral.

chan leaned forward to clarify yet another equation you’d totally botched halfway through explaining. the subtle movement made your nerves hit their absolute limit, and suddenly, you couldn’t process a single thing he was saying anymore.

you nodded silently, robotically, as he pointed something out, but the tension had grown so unbearably tight that it felt like your body might snap in half if you didn’t get away for at least two seconds.

“uh, do you mind if i use your bathroom?” you blurted out suddenly, your chair scraping against the floor.

chan lifted an eyebrow but offered no resistance. “sure,” he said easily. “second door on the right.”

you slammed the door shut a little quicker than necessary, chest heaving out a conflicted breath as you caught your reflection in the mirror above his sink.

what were you doing?

you hunched forward slightly, your arms gripping the edges of the counter as your eyes scanned your flushed cheeks and slightly blown-out pupils.

this was insane.

you were really about to self-destruct in front of your TA.

taking shallow, forceful breaths, you tried again to reel in what little sense of self you had left.

it wasn’t just that chan was too good-looking for anyone’s health. it was his sharpness, his confidence— his way of seamlessly controlling the room with the smallest tilt of his chin and the faint, lingering bite of his words.

you weren’t just down bad. you were down atrocious.

your gaze drifted toward the sink while you mentally berated yourself over all the reasons this was so beyond inappropriate.

but instead, your eyes caught something else. an unfamiliar flash of color resting near the corner of the counter: a small, unopened box near the toiletries tray.

...a fucking box of condoms.

you blinked at it blankly for half a second before you stiffened in place with realization.

brand new. pristine. unopened. untouched.

what the hell???

a million questions ricocheted through your head all at once, loud and unbearably intrusive.

did he have a girlfriend? did someone bring these over for him? was he just… that prepared?

your face burned fiercely, the ridiculous line of thought spiraling deep enough to make you lightheaded.

if he was seeing someone, then why was the box unopened? and why, why, were you even dissecting this to begin with, as if it mattered in the first place?

you never had a chance anyway, your brain helpfully supplied. you knew it the second you walked into his office for help.

you didn’t know how long you spent in the bathroom, fuming quietly at the mirror and trying to sweat out the flood of shame that was now taking up every corner of your mind.

chan didn’t say anything when you came back.

but the way his gaze trailed over your face briefly— sharp, appraising, uncomfortably still— made you wonder if he could sense it.

worse, the hum of his voice when he asked if you were ready to start again almost sounded amused.

but no, there was no way.

you nodded numbly, sitting back down as the spiral of your thoughts continued to eat at you little by little.

but then.

chan leaned forward again.

this time— too close.

close enough that his hands briefly brushed over yours as you reached to grab your pen, the low murmur of breath at your ear turned something in your chest completely upside down.

“focus,” he said softly, lips barely tilting upward as his fingers tipped briefly over your notebook.

you stared— stunned, entirely flickered into stasis for just a split half second of hesitation.

the air in chan’s apartment felt so much thicker now, way too humid, like something you could taste if you stayed still long enough.

to your credit, you were trying to focus. really, you were.

but focus didn’t come easy when your TA— your stupidly hot, smart, sharp-tongued TA— was sitting across from you with that faint smirk curling on his lips, watching you too closely like he’d figured you out already.

maybe he had.

“so,” chan murmured, snapping you out of your reverie as he slumped ever so slightly further into his chair. you tried your hardest not to track the way his toned thighs stretched against the fabric of his joggers. “you’ve got two choices.”

“two?” you asked breathlessly, blinking way too fast to feel normal.

he tilted his chin slightly, fingers tapping idly against the table.

“either you tell me why you’ve been sitting there not even pretending to pay attention for the last twenty minutes,” he started smoothly, “or we call it a day, and i can stop wasting my time.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squirming.

that was new.

this wasn’t the calm, teasing chan from the first session. he didn’t even sound annoyed exactly, but there was an edge to his tone now, sharp and slow and cutting enough that you felt trapped.

“i’m- i was paying attention,” you blurted, a little too defensive to sound convincing.

his narrowed gaze told you exactly what he thought about that.

“you sure about that?” he asked, leaning forward now.

“yeah,” you mumbled, voice faltering slightly as he came impossibly close.

his lips curved sharply.

“prove it.”

the blush reached your ears faster than your brain could process what was happening. “prove it?” you repeated dumbly, as though the words had somehow dropped straight in from another dimension.

“mm,” chan hummed lightly, elbows digging into the edge of the table. the sheer confidence radiating from him was unnerving, not over the top, not cocky, but entirely in control.

he tipped his head toward your notebook, his forearms briefly flexing as he gestured for you to pick up the damned pen.

“last equation,” he murmured, and you swore the way his voice dropped made your heart skip a beat. “show me you’ve been paying attention this time.”

unfortunately, there were several factors actively working against you right now.

the first? chan, with his sharp voice and sharper smirk, was close enough to radiate heat, close enough that your knees brushed lightly under the table. the second? there was no fucking way you’d been paying enough attention to actually solve the equation in front of you.

your chest grew tighter by the second as you scrambled uselessly to make sense of it.

for a brief moment, he said nothing— just watched you with this lazy, barely interested gaze, his lips pressed into an almost-smile that you couldn’t read.

“c’mon,” he drawled finally. “you’ve got this, don’t you?”

the edge of his words made your stomach twist with heat.

surely, he didn’t mean… more than what he was saying, right?

you scribbled down the page as best as you could, desperate and embarrassed as you tried to scrawl out whatever guess felt the least wrong.

but before you could even feign confidence over the partial answer you’d written, a hand abruptly darted into your line of vision.

his hand.

chan’s fingers curled over the edge of your workbook as he slid it back toward himself, “wrong.”

your heart plummeted straight into your stomach.

of course it was fucking wrong.

you braced yourself for the usual disappointment or sharp remark. but instead of belittling your work, chan leaned forward again, folding his arms onto the table between you and leaving no room for you to escape his focus.

then, voice low and deliberate, he caught your gaze fully.

“you don’t even try to hide it anymore, do you?”

you froze. your face immediately burned. “what?”

“you’re not here to study,” he said plainly.

your jaw opened and closed uselessly, and you swore your heart was trying to make an escape straight through your ribs.

“you wear this,” chan murmured, his eyes flicking briefly, heatedly, down to the neckline of your fitted top before locking back on yours, “and you expect me not to notice?”

his words sent a wildfire tearing through your entire body.

you struggled to make sense of it all, to explain yourself, to breathe.

he noticed.

this smoking-hot TA, whom you’d been quietly (okay, maybe not so quietly) pining after, noticed. but he didn’t stop there.

chan leaned in further, the confidence practically rolling off of him, and softened his voice even more.

“you’ve got guts, throwing yourself at your TA like this.”

your entire head was a whirlwind of heat and adrenaline.

chan leaned back in his chair for a moment, still studying you like you were an equation he’d already solved in his head.

the glint in his eye left you pinned in place— and you weren’t sure if it was fear or thrill racing through you when he tilted his head.

“get up.”

you blinked hard. “...what?”

“get up,” chan repeated, his tone leaving no room for debate this time.

your legs moved before your brain could catch up, your heart racing wildly as you stood in front of him like it’d been his implicit command all along.

“do you want to keep wasting my time?” he asked, his head tilting slightly, his eyes burning into you like they were stripping you bare.

“n-no,” you stammered.

“then prove it,” he said with maddening calm. his voice was low but full with that commanding edge that kept sending waves of heat to your core.

you opened your mouth uncertainly, but before you could respond, his gaze dropped, gesturing down toward his lap.

and fuck, if that didn’t make your entire foundation shift.

the stretch of his thighs, the bulge visible against the gray of his joggers, the way his legs flexed as he spread them slightly farther apart.

your mouth went dry.

he noticed.

your face burned brighter than ever, your brain scrambling for some rational excuse to back away, but when chan raised an eyebrow at you again, the composure you were grasping at crumbled entirely.

“get on your knees,” he ordered softly.

you were moving before you could think— sinking to the floor, legs folding beneath you as your breaths came out shaky and uneven.

chan wasted no time once you dropped.

“so eager,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly to slip off his sweats. the faint tug of a smirk played on his lips again. “bet you’ve been thinking about this for weeks, huh?”

you swallowed, lips parting slightly as your eyes stayed glued to him.

“let’s see if that mouth is as good as i think it is, then.”

chan spread his legs wider, his joggers now halfway down as his thick cock strained hard under the fabric of his boxers, the outline of it clear enough to make your mouth water.

your eyes tracked the movement as his large hand casually palmed himself through the fabric, letting out a soft grunt as the pressure of his hand teased a bit of relief. he wasn’t even looking at you— his gaze was tilted lazily downward, like he was letting you take in the view. like he wanted you to be as desperate as you clearly were.

“you’re really something, you know,” he muttered, low and taunting, the air between you so tense you could barely breathe. “acting all shy, pretending you’ve been here to study. but this—” his hand rolled against himself once more, squeezing as he finally dragged his eyes back to yours. “this is what you’ve been wanting, huh?”

you couldn’t even think about lying. you just nodded, staying seated on your knees. “...yes.”

that brought another smirk to his lips, one that only deepened as he started to slip his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.

fuck. you’d expected him to be big because, well… of course he was. everything about him was big. his confidence, his presence, his personality. but knowing it and seeing it were two entirely different things.

he was thick, the head a flushed pink and leaking with so much pre that it glistened just faintly in the low kitchen light.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.”

your gaze snapped up immediately, and his mouth twitched again as he caught you.

“if you wanna use that mouth,” he murmured, tone rougher now, “you’re gonna have to ask nicely.”

you weren’t even sure how you were still alive at this point, let alone speaking, but the words stumbled out anyway in a breathless jumble of need.

“please,” you begged, barely above a whisper. “please. i wanna—” your breath hitched as his cock twitched when you said it, making your chest blaze with heat. “i wanna suck your cock, chan. please.”

he tilted his head, watching you closely for a few suffocating seconds before leaning back in his seat and resting one arm lazily along the table.

“go ahead,” he said finally. “show me what you’ve got.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. your hands shot up, tentative at first, but steadying as your fingers curled around the base of his length. the warmth of his skin and the weight of his cock in your hand made you fucking lightheaded.

you gave him a few experimental strokes, and the faint grunt he let out— mild as it was— felt like a goddamn reward.

“that’s it,” he muttered, almost absent-minded, like he was observing you while thinking a million other things at the same time. “don’t be shy now.”

you ducked your head down, tongue darting out to swipe the bead of pre-cum glistening at his tip. just that one tiny taste had your body heating up everywhere at once, floating deliriously between desperation and excitement as you opened your mouth further to glide him in.

he groaned softly as your lips stretched around him, his other hand coming up to rest lightly at the back of your head.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening just a little as you took more of him into your mouth. “just like that. good girl.”

the praise hit you like a freight train.

the warm weight of him in your mouth, the salty taste of his skin on your tongue— it was already too much, your thighs instinctively pressing together with each muffled moan and wet sound you made.

“deeper,” chan ordered, his tone growing rougher now, sharper, and that alone was enough to set your skin burning like fire.

you let him guide you down further with the hand still resting on the back of your head, his cock sliding over your tongue until it was stretching your throat enough to make your eyes water.

“that’s it,” he groaned again, his voice raspy now. “fuck, you’ve got such a pretty mouth. keep going- don’t stop until you make me cum.”

his words shot straight through your stomach, sending shockwaves of heat pooling between your legs as you bobbed your head, hollowing out your cheeks until he groaned louder.

“you like that, huh?” he said, his grip tightening as a clear bite sharpened his tone. “look at you. so desperate to please me. so desperate to get your TA to cum down your throat.”

you moaned softly at his words, your sounds muffled and messy as you worked your mouth around him, each stroke sinking deeper and deeper.

“shit,” chan hissed, his hips jerking slightly as his cock filled you again and again. “you’re too fucking good at this.”

you barely registered the filthy compliment over the blood rushing through your ears, your focus narrowed to the ragged sounds leaving his mouth as his composure began to slip.

his grip on your head tightened just slightly, enough to keep you in place as his hips rocked forward once, twice— fucking gently into your mouth like he needed to feel you take him even deeper.

“gonna cum,” he grunted, more ragged now as his movements stuttered. “fuck, sweetheart. take it all.”

before you could even think to react, chan groaned low and deep, his head tipping back as heavy spurts of his release shot down your throat. the taste flooded your mouth immediately, thick and milky ropes as you swallowed everything he gave you without hesitation.

his chest heaved as his hips sank back slightly, his grip finally easing from the back of your head.

“holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, a faint laugh pushing out with his exhale as his hand tipped briefly under your chin, guiding your face back up toward him.

you stared up at him, your lips slightly swollen and humiliatingly wet, and the sight alone pulled another satisfied smirk from his mouth.

“such a good little thing,” he murmured, his thumb brushing briefly across your cheekbone.

you swallowed again, your cheeks heating at the praise, but any words you could’ve said were immediately lost when chan shifted in his chair, suddenly leaning forward.

“you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

your stomach flipped entirely.

his hands moved fast, steady as they guided you to your feet before nudging you gently against the corner of the table. it wasn’t until he’d sunk to his knees in front of you that your brain finally caught up.

“chan—” you started, but the sound broke off entirely as his hands sliced up under the hem of your skirt, pushing the fabric up toward your hips.

“quiet,” he murmured, his lips brushing faintly against your thigh when he lowered his head. “let me show you how much better this can feel when you let me do all the work.”

your knees nearly gave out, your breath hitching sharply in your chest as his hands gripped firmly at your thighs.

before you could even brace yourself, chan had slipped your panties down in one smooth movement, leaving you bare and completely at his mercy.

“fuck,” he muttered softly, almost like he was speaking to himself—his thumb brushing faintly against your inner thigh as his head tipped downward, his lips hovering just over your now impossibly wet cunt. “you’re already dripping for me. pathetic little thing.”

you whimpered as his tongue darted out to taste you, his movements slow, deliberate, clearly reveling in every sound leaving your mouth.

he started soft, dragging lazy circles against you that made heat pulse low in your stomach, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace.

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking sharply before your knees buckled. he growled against you, his arm curling around the back of your leg to keep you locked firmly into place.

“not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “gonna make you cum just like this. ruin you on my tongue.”

you moaned, your head falling back as one of your hands flew to grip the edge of the table for balance while the other curled uselessly into his hair. his dark eyes flickered up to you, sharp and direct, and fuck if that wasn’t worse.

“look at you,” he murmured, barely pausing to speak as his tongue sank deeper against you. “you’re so desperate you can’t even stand.”

you whimpered harder as he slid a single digit inside of you, pumping slowly at first before curling— learning exactly where to aim before adding a second and setting you completely on fire.

“fuck- chan, i—”

“that’s right,” he groaned against you, his pace only increasing with each ragged sound leaving your mouth. “cum for me. now.”

and when your orgasm hit— sharp and sudden and impossibly strong— you cried out, your legs nearly shaking from the pressure as chan’s hands steadied you through it, chasing your high relentlessly.

your legs were still trembling, completely jelly when chan pulled back from between your thighs, his lips glistening in a way that should have been absolutely illegal.

he looked sinfully smug as he rose to his full height, towering over you now as you practically slumped against the table. your chest heaved, your body still tingling from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of you, and yet… it wasn’t enough.

you wanted more. needed more.

and chan? chan could see it written all over your face.

“look at this mess,” he murmured, his deep voice carrying a mix of pride and mockery. his hand reached out, the pad of his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “such a needy little thing. you’re not even satisfied after cumming all over my tongue, are you?”

you shook your head slightly, biting your lip and meeting his eyes with that same look he’d teased you for earlier— desperation. hunger.

his gaze dragged down to where your panties now hung uselessly around your ankle.

“you want me to fuck you that badly, huh?”

you nodded, no hesitation this time— your pride was long gone anyway. “please,” you whispered, your voice small and trembling.

that was all it took.

chan’s demeanor changed into something darker, something more dangerous, as he grabbed your hips and spun you around in one swift movement until your ass pressed against the cold edge of the table. before you could even catch your own breath, his lips were on you. hot, firm, and overwhelming as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

you moaned into his mouth, arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer, his body slotting perfectly against yours. his hand slipped up under your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist before he yanked it off entirely, tossing it somewhere behind him.

“fuck,” he muttered into your mouth. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

his hands found your tits next, slipping underneath your bra and squeezing hard, groaning as his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples.

“these fucking tits,” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as his lips moved against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. “been dying to get my hands on them. watching you in those tight little tops, tempting me every fucking second.”

you gasped when he suddenly tugged down the cups of your bra and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, his wet tongue flicking over it before sucking hard.

“fuck, chan,” you moaned, your back arching instinctively into him.

he pulled back just enough to grin up at you, his lips shining with spit. “you like that, baby?” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “needy thing like you just lives for attention, huh?”

you nodded again, words completely failing you as he let his hands slide lower.

without warning, chan hoisted you up onto the table, his strong hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks as he pulled you to the edge. the cool surface pressed against your skin, a direct contrast to the liquid heat pooling between your legs. he yanked you to the edge effortlessly, spreading you out for him like you belonged there.

“stay right there,” he ordered, his lips ghosting over yours briefly before he stepped back to slide his boxers down fully, his cock springing free again and making your stomach twist with anticipation.

“you’ve been begging for this since the first day you showed up to my office hours,” he continued, his voice rough and low as he stroked himself slowly, his gaze locked on you like he wanted to eat you alive. “and now you’re gonna take it. every. fucking. inch.”

you whimpered, squirming on the table, because he was right. the need had been eating you alive, every accidental graze of his hand or brush of his shoulder only fueling the fire until you couldn’t see straight. your breath caught as he grabbed your thighs again, spreading you wide for him, his cock brushing against your entrance.

“fucking dripping,” chan growled under his breath, almost to himself as he dragged the tip through your wetness, spreading it messily. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll fill you up so good, there won’t even be room to think about anyone else.”

before you could process those words, he pushed in.

the stretch was immediate, a maddening burn that teetered on the brink of pain and unbearable pleasure. he was big— so thick, so fucking big it felt like he was splitting you open, inch by inch, pushing so deep your mind went blank.

“oh my godd—” you gasped, throwing your head back as your hands scrambled for leverage, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it. your thighs trembled as he pressed forward relentlessly, not stopping till his hips were flush against yours and every inch of him was crammed inside you, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he was rearranging you from the inside out.

“god,” chan groaned, his cock pulsing as your walls clenched hard around him like a vice. his head dropped forward, and he growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, pinning you in place. “you’re so fucking tight. gripping me like you don’t want me to pull out. you’re greedy for it, aren’t you?”

you moaned weakly, unable to form coherent words, too overwhelmed by the way he stretched you, by the way your pussy wouldn’t stop fluttering and sucking him in even deeper. a lewd, wet squelch filled the air as he shifted his hips, pulling out just slightly before easing back in.

“thereee it is,” he growled, his dark eyes watching your face intently as your lips parted with a choked gasp. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip almost gently, “taking me so fucking good, baby. like you were made for me. made to take this cock.”

your nails clawed at his back, leaving angry red trails as he began to move in earnest. he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the thick head of his cock stretching your entrance, before slamming back in with enough force to send your whole body jolting backward. the table creaked, but chan’s pace never faltered.

“fuck- chan—” you sobbed, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs. your thighs quivered uncontrollably as his cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside you, hitting so deep it felt impossible. shame burned low in your stomach with every wet squelch that escaped from between your legs, echoing obscenely in the room, but he only groaned louder at the sound.

“gonna make you scream, baby,” he rasped, his tone rough and uneven as he pounded harder, faster, his grip on your body so tight it felt like you were fused together. “gonna make sure this pussy remembers me. so tight, fuck. can feel you dripping all over me- you hear that? that’s how fucking bad you want it.”

all ou could do was nod, your brain too fogged with pleasure to string together a response. your body was limp against him, letting him use you how he wanted— and god, it felt so good. you clenched around him on instinct, the raw pressure of him stretching you bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every brutal thrust.

“look at you,” chan muttered filthily, his hand coming up to grip your jaw as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. “so fucking wrecked already, and i’m not even done yet. you like this? having my cock splitting you open like this?”

“yesyes- fuck, yes—” you babbled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure, the intensity, the sheer, overwhelming fullness.

“that’s my girl,” he growled, shifting his grip to your throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. “you’re mine now. you hear me? no one else gets to fuck you like this. no one else gets to make you cum.”

his words unraveled something deep inside you, sending molten heat racing down your spine to your core. when his thumb slipped down between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, the coil tightening in your belly snapped with brutal force.

“mmpph- chan- ’m gonna- i’m—”

“do it,” he snarled, his cock slamming into you without mercy as his thumb worked faster. “fucking cum all over me. let me feel this pussy milk my cock.”

the words sent you over the edge, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you violently. your entire body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, so powerful it felt unending. you cried out his name shamelessly, your walls clamping down around him so tight he cursed loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“shitshiit- fuck- you’re gonna make me—” chan groaned, and a second later he buried himself deep inside you with one final thrust, his hips grinding against yours as he came hard. he filled you with hot, thick spurts of his cum, so much you swore you felt it flooding you completely, dripping from where you were still stretched around him. his head fell to the crook of your neck as he groaned low and broken, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

for a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of harsh breathing and your heart pounding in your ears. chan pressed messy, lingering kisses to the damp skin of your shoulder as his hands wandered down your body, soothing the marks his grip had left behind.

“did so good for me,” he eventually, his lips brushing against your temple as he leaned up just enough to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “so fucking perfect.”

+

chan didn’t let you move for a long time after that.

he insisted on cleaning you up himself, holding you gently as if you’d break if he touched you too hard now. it was a stark contrast to the man who had just fucked you into oblivion minutes earlier, but the shift made your heart ache in the best way.

and as he kissed you softly, whispering how beautiful you were, how proud he was of you for taking him so well, you felt something else settle deep in your chest.

this wasn’t just a onetime thing anymore.

not the way chan kissed you like he didn’t want to stop. not the way he held you like you mattered everything to him.

this man wasn’t going anywhere— and you weren’t, either.

it made you laugh, softly, almost deliriously, as he pulled you into his lap again.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

“nothing,” you murmured, your lips curving upward. “just… funny how i was losing my mind over finding condoms in your bathroom cabinet when... you didn’t even use them.”

chan blinked at you, then snorted with laughter, pulling you tighter against him.

“don’t need them,” he said simply, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his fingers traced lazy patterns against your bare back. “not with you. never with you.”

you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest as you curled into him, completely at peace.

your grades were safe. your heart was safe. and chan?

chan looked at you like no one else in the world would ever come close.

and really...

what more could you have asked for?

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[hanjinology]

Can I be 💉 anon??

YEEEES! OMG NEW ANON FOR MEEEE. WELCOME 💉 ANON! YEEEEEY

[starlostjisung]

fancy seeing you here

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 8.5k

warnings: unprotected sex; dom!hyunjin; dirty talk; masturbation; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; squirting; praising; belly bulge; cum play; spit kink; overstimulation; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: moving in with your best friend changbin and his ridiculously attractive roommate hyunjin is already dangerous enough, but when you discover what his job is, your curiosity leads you to some incredible places, like his bedroom or his bed

live: unfiltered series

you hadn’t been informed of… well… that.

moving in with your best friend changbin had seemed like the most natural decision in the world. rent prices were ridiculous and your previous lease had ended at the worst possible time, and one night over dinner, changbin had mentioned that his apartment had a spare room now that his friend seungmin had moved out.

“just move in with us”, he had said as he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, “it’ll be fun and you’ll save money. and i know hyunjin won’t mind either”

that seemed easy and simple, the perfect solution.

you’d known changbin all your life and you trusted him blindly. somehow your friendship had stuck despite your completely opposite personalities and years later he was still the first person you called whenever something good or catastrophically bad happened. naturally, that meant you also knew most of the people in his life, including hwang hyunjin, changbin’s roommate and his closest friend, apart from you obviously. 

hyunjin is also the ridiculously attractive man you’ve spent years pretending you don’t have the world’s most embarrassing crush on, but that’s not really important right now. because really, what is there to say? only that hyunjin is unfairly beautiful.

hyunjin is the kind of person who looks like he’s walked out of a fashion show every single day. long dark hair one day and then the next one, a blond buzz cut - you still remember the gasp you let out when you saw him that day - still looking like a model, with his oversized clothes and his expensive rings decorating his elegant fingers. your favourite part of him is his eyes, the same eyes that somehow manage to look both intimidating and impossibly soft depending on who he is looking at. 

you’d met him more times that you could count - birthday dinners, movie nights, karaoke sessions, late night convenience store runs, group vacations. just everything, because if you’re part of changbin’s circle that means you’re part of everything he does.

hyunjin is easy to be around, quiet at first but surprisingly playful once he gets comfortable. a little dramatic and clumsy, yes, but ridiculously affectionate with the people he loves, even if he sometimes pretends not to be. you’ve watched him and changbin bicker over lots of things like an old married couple more times than you care to admit. 

but nothing has ever happened between hyunjin and you, and nothing will ever happen, you had accepted that years ago. your crush exists quietly in the background of your life like a song you occasionally remember. 

is it embarrassing? absolutely.

is it manageable? mostly.

but living with him… well, that certainly could complicate things a bit. 

on moving day, you’d found them halfway through another one of their ridiculous arguments because hyunjin had apparently put together the new desk in your room while changbin supervised which, according to hyunjin, actually meant getting in the way. but as soon as they realised you were there, hyunjin looked over at you with that tiny amused smile of his and his eyes bright.

“welcome home”

he said two words, simple and friendly, yet somehow they’d settled somewhere annoyingly warm inside your chest.

the next few days passed as you unpacked your stuff and tried to get used to your new home, but everything else felt normal and comfortable, exactly like you’d imagined living with them would be like. it was nice, really nice, and you could already tell living with them was going to work, which is probably why what happened later caught you so completely off guard. 

you had been living with them for a week or so. dinner had been cleaned up and hyunjin had disappeared into his room saying he had some work to do, closing the door behind him. you hadn’t thought much about it because you knew he worked from home, something related to computers. that was all you knew, you’d never asked more and it wasn’t really your business if he never explained or said anything else.

you were sitting on the sofa with changbin as you tried to choose a movie when he suddenly paused halfway through scrolling.

“y/n, i forgot to tell you something”

those words rarely lead to anything good.

you narrowed your eyes, “what?”

he scratched the back of his neck, “so…”

“so?”

“you know hyunjin works from home, right?”

“... yeah?”, you asked him, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“well, sometimes, you’ll probably hear… things”

you looked at him, still not understanding anything, “what things?”

changbin looked towards hyunjin’s closed door before lowering his voice for absolutely no reason.

“i just thought you should know what he actually does”

“okay?”

“he… uh…”, he said as he rubbed his face, “hyunjin’s a camboy”

silence. 

complete and utter silence.

“he’s a what?”, you asked him.

“a camboy”

you stared at him and he stared back at you. surely you had misheard. maybe he had said cowboy? yeah, that had to be it.

“no”, you said slowly, “i definitely heard that wrong”

“you didn’t”, he said, still looking at you.

“he’s… a… like…”, you said as you made a vague gesture with both of your hands, “a camboy?”

changbin nodded his head, “yeah”

“so he does, what… livestreams?”

“yeah”

“and people pay?”

“yeah”, he said again.

“that hyunjin?”, you said as you gestured towards his bedroom.

changbin snorted, “yes, that hyunjin”

your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, “okay, i… i mean… wow”

you replayed every time hyunjin casually excused himself saying he had work before he moved to his room or every time he didn’t go out with all of you because he stayed home working.

you had always assumed, well… anything except that. you weren’t opposed to it, that wasn’t the issue here. people could do whatever they wanted to do, and if that worked for him, then good for him.

it was just unexpected, wildly unexpected.

things should have ended there, after that conversation with changbin, because it wasn’t really your business and hyunjin was still hyunjin. learning what he did for work didn’t suddenly change everything about him, or at least, it shouldn’t have.

and yet, the following days proved to be considerably more difficult than you expected because every single time you looked at him, you remembered your conversation with changbin.

there hyunjin was, standing in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin was sitting on the sofa, his sketchbook balanced on his knee as he draw something while watching a movie.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin walked past you in the hallway with his hair damp after a shower.

“good morning, y/n”

“good morning, hyunjin”

he’s a camboy. 

you hated it, genuinely, because it was unfair, you didn’t want your perception of him to now revolve around his way of living. people were more than their jobs. if changbin had told you hyunjin was a chef, you wouldn’t spend every waking moment imagining him in a kitchen. so why was your brain being so incredibly unhelpful now?

every time the thought appeared, you tried to shove it away. hyunjin’s your friend and now your roommate as well, he’s the same hyunjin you’d known for years. 

but as the days passed, little questions kept appearing out of nowhere.

how long had he been doing it?

how had he even started?

did many people watch him?

how did any of it even work?

then, the questions started to get more and more explicit. you had never watched a livestream of this type, but you knew enough, and your imagination worked wonders too.

did he show his face?

was he completely naked?

did he have weird kinks?

so when one night hyunjin disappeared into his room after dinner saying he had to work, your curiosity finally got the best of you. a couple of hours later, when hyunjin and changbin were sleeping in their rooms, you lay on your back on your bed, the sheets pulled up to your waist, as you stared at the ceiling with your phone in your hands.

you couldn’t stop thinking about hyunjin, and what he may have been doing just some hours ago, so before you even realised you were actually doing it, you unlocked your phone and tried to search his page. 

you hadn’t asked changbin the name of hyunjin’s page or his account or whatever he used, absolutely not. asking your best friend for information about another friend’s work, and especially that kind of work, felt invasive. 

and there was no way you could ask hyunjin himself.

“hey, so… what’s your username?”

you physically cringed just imagining it. no, never. 

all you had was his name, and you knew it was a long shot, but you still tried anyway. you tried a couple of pages first, all of them obviously wrong, just low quality clips and guys who looked nothing like him. then, by some miracle, you found the right link and his page loaded. before you even realised what you were doing, you were already watching him stroke his cock on camera while your own fingers worked deep inside your cunt until you came around them. 

you hadn’t meant to do that. honestly, you just wanted to see how he did it, to answer the questions that had been burning in your head, but it was as if you were hypnotised from the moment you saw him and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

the next days, it was impossible to stop. every night you pulled up his page again and watched his old livestreams until you came hard around your fingers, biting your lip to keep you from moaning his name out loud. you saw the new ones too, the ones he did just as he disappeared into his room after dinner some nights. you saw those once he had finished streaming, when you were sure both of the boys were sleeping and they couldn’t suspect what you were doing in your room. 

each time you came just from watching him, just hearing him say “fancy seeing you here” at the beginning of every single live had you already dripping for him, your clit throbbing before he even touched himself, before you even touched yourself. 

what was even more difficult was living with him and changbin as if nothing had changed. sitting at the kitchen table while hyunjin made coffee, pretending you hadn’t spent the previous night with your fingers inside your cunt to the sound of his groans. pretending you didn’t stare at his long fingers wrapped around his mug and wondered how they would feel inside you, stretching you open. every casual brush of his arm against yours sent heat flooding between your legs, every single time he looked at you, you had to look away, you couldn’t stare at him for longer than a second.

you hadn’t been informed of that and now, you didn’t know how to keep hiding this any longer.

you’ve been living with the boys for a month now, and things have just gotten worse, you can thank your imagination for that. the boys still have no idea what you do behind doors, but your little situation has not improved, not even a little bit. that’s why every time you have the chance to focus on something else that’s not hyunjin or his fingers or his cock or his lives or anything related to him, you take it and run away with it. 

but of course, your plan backfired today.

you had spent the morning at work, counting down the hours until your shift ended. nothing exciting happened, just a handful of emails and a couple of meetings, the usual. once you finally clocked out, you met one of your friends who was already waiting outside your office and you both went to eat together.

the original plan had been to have lunch together and then spend the rest of the afternoon shopping but unfortunately, halfway through lunch, your friend started to look paler and then she told you she was not feeling good and that she thought she should go home. you had nodded your head and told her to rest, that you would catch up other day, whenever she felt better.

after making sure she’d booked a ride home safely, the two of you hugged goodbye outside the restaurant and you watched her leave. you considered continuing with the shopping alone, but then, rain started pouring down and seeing that you were definitely not dressed for that - you were wearing a summer dress and a pair of high-heels - you decided to put an end to the shopping trip and go home earlier than you had planned. 

as far as you knew, changbin wouldn’t be home for hours. he’d mentioned over breakfast that work was going to run late and after that he planned on heading straight to the gym before coming back. knowing him, he probably wouldn’t be home until sometime after midnight. 

hyunjin… well, you had no idea, his schedule was always harder to predict and you hadn’t asked him what his plans were today. 

now, after a walk in the rain, you enter the apartment and close the door behind you, leaving your shoes at the entrance and letting out a relieved sigh as your feet finally touch the cool wooden floor. but then, you hear something, a faint sound, so quiet you can’t tell where it came from. you frown and listen for another moment, but there’s nothing there, just silence.

you shrug it off, run your hand through your hair and then start walking towards your room but just as you’re halfway down the hallway, you hear another sound, this one clearer. your steps slow a bit and then you realise it came from hyunjin’s room, which was closed.

almost without thinking, your feet carry you towards it, trying not to make any noise at all. you stop outside his door and then lean towards it, tilting your head and holding your breath until you hear his voice, clear enough this time.

“fancy seeing you here”, you hear him say through the door.

your entire body freezes. you know that sentence, you’ve heard it before, more than once. it is the way he greets his viewers.

oh.

oh.

he is doing a livestream right now. 

you take a hurried step backwards as though the door itself had burned you. you didn’t expect this and you know you are not supposed to be here. you had just come home early because your plans had fallen apart.

if your friend hadn’t gotten sick…

if it hadn’t started raining…

you wouldn’t have been anywhere near the apartment.

you look towards the front door. leave, that’s what your mind tells you. you could go and maybe sit in a café for a while, or you could go to a bookstore, just anything, but then you look towards the windows in the living room and you see how unrealistic that idea is. the rain lashes against the glass in thick sheets and the sky has turned almost black. going back outside right now isn’t exactly appealing.

you exhale slowly. okay, fine, you will stay home. you could just go to your room or take a long shower or maybe watch a movie or cook something. you could do literally anything else, just anything that kept your mind occupied.

you stand there for another second, trying to convince yourself that this is a perfectly ordinary afternoon, that hyunjin is simply working and that what he is doing is none of your business, that you can completely ignore it.

you already know, however, that your own mind isn’t going to make that nearly as easy as it sounds. 

when you step inside your bedroom and close the door, your thoughts refuse to behave and images start flashing behind your eyes: his long fingers wrapped around his cock, his abs tightening when he’s close, his groans that always push you over the edge, his hand moving to push his hair away as his bicep becomes the only thing you can focus on. you press your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them.

then you hear a loud groan ripping through the walls, the sound raw and needy, hitting you like a spark and your self-control snaps. you drop onto your bed, your phone already in your hand as you pull up his livestream. once it starts working, you see he’s still wearing his boxers, but his hand is inside them, stroking his cock, as the chat explodes with comments and donations. 

user69: take your cock out

edgequeen: i will beg if you want me too

cumslut: i want you to fuck my face 

“you’re all so needy today. i bet you’re all dripping for me”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “do you really wanna see how hard i am for you right now?”

you’re completely soaked, and not just from the rain now. you watch his hand move under his boxers again, the outline of his cock clear as he gives it a firm squeeze.

princessonline: please show us your cock

user69: you’re edging me so bad i’m gonna come

he smirks at the comments and then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free and already leaking. 

you don’t even think, you shove your panties down your legs and kick them off, keeping the dress on because you’re too desperate to bother about that now. your fingers slide straight between your folds, finding yourself already slick and swollen.

hyunjin wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking properly, smirking at the camera, “you like watching me play with my cock like this, huh? you want me to go faster?”

cumslut: yes pls

user69: i want you to come inside me

princessonline: my sheets are soaked

he speeds up a little, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the precum down his length as he keeps talking, and every word he says makes you even wetter. you push one finger inside you and then another one, imagining they’re his fingers, stretching you open the way you’ve fantasised about for weeks now. your hips roll up to meet your hand while you watch his hand on his cock.

he keeps talking, his voice rougher now, “fuck, i’m getting close. wanna see me coming? wanna watch me paint my stomach while you all come with me?”

user69: YES 

cumslut: i wanna lick you clean

edgequeen: please fuck me

his hand moves faster, the tip of his cock disappearing into his fist again and again. your fingers move in time with him, your thumb rubbing your clit as your thighs shake and your breath comes in short gasps. you see how his abs tighten and his hips jerk and then he comes hard, his cum streaking across his stomach and chest while he groans loudly.

the sight pushes you over and your climax crashes through you. your cunt pulses around your fingers and before you realise, a moan escapes you, too loud, probably the loudest you’ve ever moaned. you slap your hand over your mouth, praying that hyunjin hasn’t heard you, you don’t want him to know you’re home, much less what you are doing. you see hyunjin panting and smiling lazily at the camera, coming down from his high.

you don’t wait to see what he does or to hear what he says next, you close the livestream so fast that your phone nearly slips from your hands. the only thing you can hear is your own breathing and your heart beating so fast you’re sure it’s gonna fall out of your chest.

has he heard you?

you had heard him groaning and moaning during his livestream today, which means that it’s possible - more than possible if you’re honest - that he has also heard you. you squeeze your eyes shut and just hope and pray that he hasn’t, you honestly have no idea how you would deal with that.

but there is no point spiraling, you can’t undo anything now, the damage is already done. you set your phone on the bed and then sit completely still, listening.

nothing.

then, after some minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear movement outside your bedroom. a door opening, then footsteps and then another door. you hold your breath until you hear the rush of running water echoing through the apartment. 

he’s in the shower.

you let out a slow breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

okay, think y/n. 

if he had heard something, wouldn’t he have come looking?

wouldn’t he have knocked on your door? to check what was that noise?

instead, he’d gone straight to shower. maybe everything is fine and you’re just panicking over nothing. you look towards your door and think again, because you need to act normal. hyunjin knew you’d planned to be out all day, but there was no reason you couldn’t simply arrive home now.

he is in the shower and you could just leave your room and go to the kitchen, and if the two of you happened to run into each other then you’d smile and say hello, mention the rain and tell him that your plants had been cut short.

it was perfectly ordinary, entirely believable.

you stand up and smooth the wrinkles from your dress before walking towards your door. you take one last steadying breath and then open it, making sure that he’s still in the shower before you leave your room. you pad quietly towards the kitchen and once you get there, you open the cupboard, grab a glass and fill it with cold water.

you lean against the counter and take a long sip, letting the cool water settle your nerves as you stare at the rain tapping against the windows. everything’s gonna be fine, you just need to stop overthinking, but you are so absorbed in your thoughts that you completely tune out everything else. you don’t hear the shower stopping, you don’t hear the bathroom door opening and you definitely don’t hear footsteps crossing the hallway.

“hey, y/n”, you suddenly hear hyunjin’s voice, “i didn’t see you there”

you spin around so fast the glass nearly slips. hyunjin is standing a few feet away, a towel slung low around his hips as droplets slide down his chest and stomach. you force your eyes up to his face, heat crawling up your neck.

“hi, hyunjin”, you manage to say, your voice thinner than you wanted.

you can’t quite look at him, not when every inch of exposed skin reminds you exactly of what you just watched him do.

he tilts his head, looking at you, “weren’t you gonna be out all day?”

you nod your head, feeling your nerves growing inside you again, “yeah. but um… my friend, uh… she got sick and then the rain started, so… yeah, we cut the plans short”

your gaze keeps drifting back to his chest despite yourself. to the way water trails over the defined lines of his muscles, catching on one of his nipples before continuing lower. you force yourself to turn away, setting the glass down on the counter, trying to calm yourself down.

hyunjin hums and then you hear him move and you think he’s leaving, that he’s going to his room to put his clothes on. but then you feel him, just behind you. he’s suddenly close, so close that his bare chest nearly brushes your back. the heat of him radiates through the thin fabric of your dress and his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, his lips barely grazing your skin as he speaks.

“did you enjoy the show?”

your whole body locks up. you don’t answer him, you can’t, but he doesn’t need you to, he already knows.

“oh, don’t tell me you thought i wouldn’t hear you moaning from your room, sweetheart. besides, i knew it was only a matter of time. i know changbin told you what i do, so i figured sooner or later you’d break”, he says, as he gets closer to you, “what? you didn’t think i had noticed the way you look at me? at my fingers? you really have no idea, sweetheart”

each word presses his lips closer to your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. one of his hands comes up and he places it on your waist, just to remind you how close he is. the towel around his hips moves with every slow inhale, the fabric barely holding on. you can feel the hard line of his cock through it, pressing against your back as he leans in even more.

“i already know you watch my livestreams”, he says, “and i know you touch yourself watching me. i know you soak through whatever clothes you wear. and today? sweetheart, i heard you as soon as you entered the apartment, but hearing you moan and come while i was stroking my cock for the camera… fuck, that almost made me lose it right there”

his other hand trails up, his fingertips skimming the side of your neck before he tucks a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

“you were so loud, y/n, you couldn’t even cover it up in time. i bet your pussy was clenching around your fingers while you watched me come all over myself”, he says, getting even closer to you, “did you wish it were my fingers instead? or my mouth? or maybe it was my cock inside that tight cunt as you took every inch of me?”

he moves his hips, letting you feel his hard cock nudging against you through the towel. his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, almost a kiss now.

“i’ve been waiting for you to slip up”, he says, “every time you looked at me across the table, every time your eyes dropped to my hands… i knew exactly what you were thinking. i knew you were imagining my fingers inside you, making you drip down my wrist. and now you’re here, and i bet you’re soaked not just from the rain, and you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re not desperate for it”

his hand slides lower, pulling you back against him. the towel is the only thing between his bare cock and the thin material of your dress and you can feel every twitch, every pulse as he hardens further. he rocks his hips against you once, letting his length drag along the curve of your ass.

“still not saying anything, sweetheart?”, he teases you, his teeth grazing your earlobe, “that’s okay, your body is doing all the talking. i bet if i reached under this dress right now i’d find you dripping. you want me to check? you want me to see how soaked you are for me, sweetheart?”

he doesn’t wait for permission, he just lets his fingers trace the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric, lifting it inch by inch. the cool air of the kitchen kisses your thighs, making you shiver. his other hand stays firm on your waist, keeping you pinned between him and the counter.

“tell me the truth, y/n”, he whispers, his voice now rough with want, “did you come harder thinking i might hear you? did it make you even wetter, thinking about me in my room, stroking my cock while you had your fingers deep inside you at the same time?”

his lips press a slow and open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. his towel slips a bit lower on his hips, the tip of his cock now unmistakably hard and hot against you. he grinds forward again, letting you feel it.

“i’m still hard”, he says, “i came so hard thinking about you watching me, but it wasn’t enough. not when i knew you were right there, with your fingers inside you, wishing it was me. you want me to finish what i started? you want me to fuck you until you can’t stay quiet anymore?”

his hand finally slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of where you’re aching for him. he pauses there, breathing hard against your ear, waiting and teasing you, letting the anticipation stretch until your legs tremble.

“say the word, y/n”, he murmurs against your ear, “or i will keep telling you every little thing i’ve wanted to do to you since i first saw you. your choice”

your lips part on a shaky breath, his name slipping out before you can stop it.

“hyunjin…”, your voice comes out soft, but the way your hips twitch back against him betrays how badly you need more.

he chuckles low against your ear, “what do you need, sweetheart?”, he says as his fingers continue brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close yet still denying you, “tell me. use your words”

you swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper, “i-i need you. p-please, hyunjin… i need you”

the second the words leave your mouth, his hand slides higher. he expects to meet the thin barrier of your soaked panties, but instead his fingers glide straight through your slick and bare folds. a deep and guttural moan rips from his throat, hot and filthy against your ear.

“fuck… no panties? you’re gonna be the death of me, y/n”, his voice cracks with raw hunger as two of his fingers part your soaked lips, dragging through the mess you’ve made of yourself, “you were standing here with me, dripping down your thighs with nothing covering this greedy little pussy? christ”

his middle finger circles your clit once before sliding lower to tease your entrance. he presses just inside, feeling how wet and ready you are and another broken sound escapes him.

“you’re soaked, so fucking wet for me already, sweetheart. did you come that hard earlier just from watching me? or were you saving this for when i finally touched you?”

you can’t answer him, you’re sure you’ve even stopped breathing at some point. his fingers are already working you open, sliding through your folds. he presses two fingers inside you without warning, knuckles deep in one smooth thrust, and your knees nearly buckle. hyunjin catches you with his arm around your waist, holding you while he moves his fingers in and out of you.

“that’s it”, he says, his teeth scraping your earlobe, “take my fingers, sweetheart. let me feel how tight you are. i bet you’ve imagined this every single time you watched me”

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles while his fingers thrust deeper and faster. the towel around his waist is barely hanging on now, the hard length of his cock pressed against your back, twitching every time you clench around his fingers. 

you turn your head just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since he caught you, and when you speak, your voice comes out hoarse and desperate.

“i need you, hyunjin. right now”

something in his gaze snaps and finally, he crashes his mouth against yours in a hard and searing kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim every inch. his hand stays buried between your legs, his fingers still moving inside you as he devours your mouth. you moan into the kiss, your hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing the friction.

he breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out of you, turning you around so he can growl against your lips.

“legs around me”, he says.

before you can process it, his hands are under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist, your dress riding up as your bare and soaked cunt presses against his stomach. the towel slips lower with the movement, barely clinging to his hips as he carries you down the hallway towards his room. 

when he closes the door behind you, he lays you down on his bed and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at you, his hair still damp, his chest heaving and the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against it.

“fancy seeing you here”, he says, his voice low and teasing, the exact same line he uses at the start of every livestream.

the words hit you like a spark and you reach up, fisting the front of the towel to yank him down on top of you. your mouths meet again, hotter this time, your tongues sliding together as his body covers yours. his hands are everywhere - sliding up your sides, gripping your waist, throwing his towel off and then finally tugging your dress up and over your head. your bra comes next, his eyes dark as they rake over your bare body.

now there’s nothing between you, and you can feel his cock, thick and flushed, against your body. he settles between your spread thighs as he keeps kissing you like he’s savouring every second before he finally takes what you’ve both been waiting for. his hands keep roaming greedily over your skin, his hands sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts and his thumbs circle and pinch your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.

you arch into him, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging hard to pull him closer while your other hand grips the back of his neck, your nails digging into the muscle there. your hands move down his back, feeling every flex of his shoulders as he grinds his body against yours, leaving a hot smear of precum on your skin.

he breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to smirk down at you while you chase his lips with a needy whimper. your hips roll up, seeking friction, but he moves away, denying you.

“tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he says, “come on, say it”

you whisper his name first, your voice showing how desperate you are, “h-hyunjin…”

he chuckles and lowers his head to kiss and bite along your neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“more than that, y/n. tell me exactly what you want”, he says as his lips trail lower, biting at your collarbone as your moans fill his room, your body trembling under his.

your voice cracks as you gasp, “i-i need your fingers… p-please”

“good girl”, he says against your throat before he moves his face just enough to kiss you again.

you feel one of his hands moving down your body until two of his fingers slide through your folds and then he pushes them inside you. he starts curling them, stroking your sensitive spot while his thumb focuses on your clit. your walls clench around his fingers, your juices coating his hand as he moves his fingers faster.

he kisses you through it all, his tongue pressed against yours as his fingers fuck you harder, stretching you open. your climax builds fast, your thighs shaking until it crashes over you, and you come hard on his fingers, letting out a broken cry that is swallowed by his mouth as your arousal drips down his wrist.

hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you, glistening with your release.

“open up”, he says as he presses his fingers to your lips.

you part them obediently, sucking his fingers clean and tasting your own cum as he watches you with dark eyes. he pulls them out of your mouth, only to slide them back inside your still-twitching cunt for a few more thrusts, drawing out more of your wetness. he pulls them out again, bringing them to his own mouth this time, his tongue licking every drop from his skin with a low groan. 

he kisses you again, his tongue sweeping deep into your mouth as he shares the lingering taste of your release.

“fuck, you taste so good”, he says against your lips, “but i need to taste you better, sweetheart”

his body moves lower, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your throat and stomach until he finally settles between your spread thighs. his hands grip your hips firmly and then he dives straight in, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit before moving into your dripping cunt.

“hyunjin!”, you scream at the sudden intensity as his mouth devours you.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, while your other hand claws at his shoulder, desperate to anchor yourself. he doesn’t hold back, his tongue fucks into your folds with relentless strokes, lapping up every drop of your wetness, sucking your swollen clit between his plump lips and flicking it mercilessly.

you look at him and the sight makes your head spin - his eyes are half-closed in bliss, his face buried in your cunt and his jaw moving as he eats you like a man starved. you’re still twitching from the previous orgasm, overly sensitive, but the sight of him drowning in your cunt sends fresh arousal flooding out, coating his chin and making you even wetter. 

he pauses just enough to look at you, only to find you already looking at him and he growls against your throbbing clit.

“that’s it, sweetheart. keep your eyes on me”, he says and then his tongue moves back to your entrance, his nose pressing against your clit with every movement, with his eyes still on yours.

your hips buck against his face but his strong hands pin you down, pulling you closer to his face so he can bury himself deeper.

“hyunjin… i- oh god… i’m gonna come”, you gasp, your voice breaking as you feel the next orgasm coming, your walls clenching around nothing but his relentless tongue.

“come for me”, he says, his voice muffled against you but his eyes never leaving yours, “come all over my mouth”

his words shatter you and your orgasm rips through your body right then. your cunt pulses and gushes onto his tongue, your juices spilling out in hot waves that he eagerly swallows as you squirt all over his face. his hands move your hips even tighter against his face, holding you there as he drowns in you, as his tongue continues moving against you until you’re trembling and shaking beneath him.

hyunjin’s mouth lingers between your thighs for one last lick, his tongue dragging through your folds to gather every trace of your arousal before he starts moving again. his lips press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, then higher across your hipbone, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and your own arousal on your skin.

he moves slowly, savouring every inch of your skin, his breath hot against your stomach as he kisses you there, his tongue dipping into your navel for a teasing second. your body shakes under him, still pulsing from the intensity of coming on his tongue, and on his fingers before, and he groans when he feels your muscles twitching.

he continues moving, his mouth closing over one of your nipples to suck hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it. he moves to the other and his tongue swirls there, lapping at the hardened bud while his hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. 

he reaches your mouth again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he devours you with the same hunger he showed your cunt moments ago, his body settling over yours and his cock pressing heavy against your thigh. 

“such a good girl for me”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, his voice rough with lust, “you came so hard on my tongue, squirting all over my face. fuck, you’re perfect”

your hand moves downwards, your fingers stretching towards his cock and desperate to wrap around it and guide him inside you. but hyunjin catches your wrist before you can touch him, his grip firm, yet controlled.

“shh, sweetheart”, he whispers against your lips, “not yet”

he moves both of your hands above your head, pinning them there with the strength of just one of his hands, his long fingers easily encircling both. the position leaves you stretched out beneath him, your chest heaving, completely at his mercy.

he keeps kissing you, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth while his free hand roams your body. his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, where he sucks at the pulse point, his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin before he soothes the spot with his tongue. 

the sensation drives you wild. you start rubbing yourself against him, your hips rolling up desperately, and your cunt grinding along the underside of his cock in search of friction. the tip catches against your clit with every desperate thrust of your hips, sending sparks through your already oversensitive nerves.

“please”, you beg him, “h-hyunjin, please… i need you inside me. just… fuck me, i can’t take it anymore”

his free hand moves to grip your chin firmly, tilting your face up so your eyes meet his.

“open up”, he says again, his eyes locked on yours.

you part your lips, your mouth falling open as he leans closer to you. he lets a string of spit fall from his mouth directly onto your tongue, warm and thick, and the moment it lands you moan loudly. he moves to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth to mix with the spit he just gave you, swallowing your desperate sounds as he devours you all over again.

his hand releases your chin and slides down between your bodies. you feel the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, sliding through your drenched folds once, then again, as he coats himself in your juices before he pushes forward. he enters you, stretching your walls as he sinks inside with one long and controlled thrust, filling you completely until his hips are flush against yours.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust, he starts moving slowly, pulling back and sinking in again, making broken moans spill from your lips.

“fuck”, he growls against your ear, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart, you’re dripping”, with each sentence comes another thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me”

your moans grow louder and needier, your body arching up to meet every snap of his hips against yours, “hyunjin- i… more, p-please… harder-”

he chuckles against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against yours, “you want it harder? greedy little thing. you’ve been watching me fuck my hand on camera and now you need the real thing, don’t you?”, he says as his pace stays controlled and teasing, “say it, y/n. tell me how bad you need my cock”

“please”, you whimper, without realising the tears that escape your eyes, “i need it- i need you to fuck me harder, please, hyunjin- let me… let me touch you”

his free hand moves to your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise but you don’t fucking care.

“you’re such a good girl, begging for it. and you know what, sweetheart? good girls get what they want”, he says and then releases your wrists.

the moment your hands are free, they move to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands and yanking him down into a desperate kiss. your tongues slide together, messy and hungry, while your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels now digging into his back to pull him deeper inside you.

hyunjin groans into your mouth and finally lets go of the slow pace. his hips snap forward harder and faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with your loud and shameless moans.

“that’s it- fuck”, he says, groaning against you, “you’re so tight, sweetheart. you were made for me”

you tug harder on his hair, pulling him even closer as you kiss him again. every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over again until your vision blurs. you’ve never felt anything this intense before, your whole body lights up with every stroke, pleasure coiling again tighter and tighter inside you. 

hyunjin pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies. his eyes darken as he watches the way your stomach bulges slightly with each deep thrust, the outline of his cock pressing up against your belly.

“look at that”, he moans, his voice wrecked, “i’m so deep inside you i can see it. fuck, that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, y/n”

he presses his palm flat against the bulge and the pressure makes you cry out, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and the sheets under you. you look down to see it and the added pressure and the sight of it send you spiraling. your walls clamp down around him like a vice, gripping him so tightly he curses loudly.

“shit- y/n, fuck- you’re gripping me so hard-”, he says as his rhythm falters for a second as he fights to keep control, his hips stuttering against you, “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that”

he leans down again, capturing your mouth in another kiss before he pulls away just enough to speak.

“look at me”, he says with a low voice, “eyes on me when you come, sweetheart. i wanna watch you fall apart on my cock”

you force your eyes to stay on his, meeting his intense gaze. his thrusts grow erratic, deeper and harder, the tip of his cock battering that spot inside you relentlessly.

“h-hyunjin, i’m- i-”, you start to say but you can't because another moan escapes you.

the pressure builds too fast and your mouth falls open on a silent scream as your orgasm finally crashes over you. your cunt pulses and flutters around him, squirting again, soaking his cock and thighs as you moan his name over and over.

his eyes never leave yours and the sight of you coming undone under him, with your walls gripping him, pushes him over the edge. he thrusts inside you one more time and then he comes as he spills deep inside you, flooding your cunt. his forehead drops to yours, both of you panting, your eyes locked as you ride out the aftershocks together, your bodies trembling against each other. 

hyunjin’s mouth descends again and his lips move against yours while his hips give one last, shallow thrust inside you. the movement drags his softening cock through your oversensitive walls and you wince sharply, a tiny whimper escaping into the kiss. 

“shh”, he murmurs against your lips, the sound low and soothing, “i know, sweetheart, i know”, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your jaw, “you must be so sensitive right now. let me take care of you”

he eases out of you with careful slowness, the tip of his cock slipping free with a wet sound and making your thighs twitch. cum immediately starts to trickle out of your cunt, warm and thick, sliding down between your cheeks and onto the sheets. hyunjin watches the mess with satisfied eyes before he rolls onto his back and reaches for you. his strong hands grip your waist and lift you, pulling your body on top of his so you’re pressed together once more.

you sink down against his chest and he pulls you into another kiss, much slower and deeper this time, almost tender. the frantic pace from moments ago melts into something softer, more intimate. his tongue moves against yours, exploring your mouth, and the change makes your head spin. this is not the same hyunjin who just pinned you down and fucked you senseless. this hyunjin is gentle, almost sweet, and the change leaves you dizzy with how much you crave both sides of him. 

he breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along your cheek, his voice teasing, “so… you’ve watched me stroke my cock on camera as you got yourself off to every word i said?”, he says as his fingers trace idle patterns on your lower back, “turns out my pretty roommate has a filthy little crush, huh?”

heat floods to your face and then you try to hide against his neck, but hyunjin catches your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“hey”, he says softly, the teasing gone from his voice, “don’t worry, i’m just as crazy about you”

he leans in and kisses you again, slow and sweet, swallowing any protest you might have made.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since i first met you. and ever since you found out what i do, every time i went live i would wonder if you were watching me, and i would hope you were touching yourself to me”, he continues. 

your lips meet again, the kiss turning deeper and wetter. his hands slide down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and gently rocking your body against his. his cock, still a bit hard and slick with both of your releases, nudges between your folds. the tip brushes your swollen clit and you wince again, a soft hiss escaping you.

“sorry”, he whispers against your lips, stopping his movements, “too much?”

you pull just enough to shake your head, smiling down at him, your face soft and still a little dazed.

“no… it’s okay. i just… i need a minute”, you say as you push up on shaky arms, looking at the mess of sweat and cum on both of you, “i think i’m gonna have a shower”

hyunjin’s mouth curves into a wicked little grin and before you can move off him, he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you with him. your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he carries you towards the bathroom, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

“shower with me, sweetheart. we’ll get clean and maybe… we can go for another round”, he nips at your earlobe, his words making your stomach flip.

you laugh against his skin, the sound bright and breathless, and then you move your face just enough to look at him before you pull him down into another kiss as he steps into the shower and reaches for the water.

the spray hits both of you at once, the water warm and soothing against your bodies, but neither of you lets the other go. your lips stay locked together, your tongues sliding slow and deep while his hands roam your wet skin, already promising more.

a/n: fancy seeing all of you here my loves 😎 i can't believe there's only one fic left of this event!! i hope you're all ready and if not well good luck then 😏

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˗ˏˋ restraint ⨾ ─── 「 양정인 」

⟶ ꉂ in which you find out even the sweetest boys have their limits ⸝⸝⸝ ⤷ jeongin x reader 2.4k soft!bf big dick!innie blowjob

─ [ ✉︎ ] don't mind me while i figure out a format that i like for posting fics now lol. this has been something that i put to the side because i was going to make a full length fic about it, but decided to just leave it as is. hope y'all like hehe ⸝⸝⸝

You’re not supposed to be this comfortable yet.

That’s the thought that surfaces as you settle deeper into the corner of Jeongin’s couch, legs tucked beneath you, the fabric soft and worn against your bare calves. The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of a playlist he put on earlier. His place smells like clean laundry and lemongrass, or the tea he offered you when you first arrived and that you both forgot to drink.

Three months. That’s how long you’ve been doing this—dating, though he still seems surprised you say yes every time he asks to see you. Three months of dinner dates where he insists on paying, of walks through the park where his hand finds yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world, of kissing goodnight at your door with the kind of restraint that makes your teeth ache.

Restraint. That’s the word for Jeongin. Like he’s holding something back, and you’ve spent every single day trying to figure out what.

He’s sitting beside you now, close enough that his thigh presses against your knee, and he’s laughing at something—a story you were telling about your coworker and the copier, you think, though you’ve lost the thread entirely because his dimples are doing that thing. The deep, devastating creases in his cheeks that appear, especially when he’s genuinely amused. They make him look like he should be on a billboard for something wholesome. Milk, maybe. Or adoption.

He finally realizes you’ve been staring at him and his cheeks flush. Actually flush, a bloom of pink across the bridge of his nose that spreads to his ears.  “Babe,” he whines, covering his face.

This isn’t the first time he’s caught you doing it. “What? Why can’t I just look at you?”

“Because.” He ducks his head, and when he looks up at you through his lashes, there’s something flickering beneath the shyness. Something hungry. “It makes me want to do things.”

The air in the room shifts. Your pulse ticks up a notch, a small, insistent thrum at the base of your throat. “What kind of things?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Jeongin leans in deliberately then. His lips brush yours, soft at first, questioning. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, fingers cool against the heated skin of your neck, and he tilts your head just slightly, just enough to change the angle, and—

Oh.

The second kiss isn’t soft.

His mouth opens against yours, tongue sweeping across the seam of your lips, and when you gasp, he swallows the sound. His other hand finds your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer or anchoring himself—you can’t tell which. The playlist fades into static. The room narrows to the press of his body, the heat of his mouth, the quiet, desperate sound he makes when your fingers slide into his hair and tug.

His hands move. One still cradles your jaw like you’re, the other slides from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you against the solid wall of his chest. He’s warm through his t-shirt, and beneath the fabric, you can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he’s holding himself in check.

Still holding back.

You break the kiss. His lips chase yours for a half-second before he catches himself, and the dazed look in his eyes—glassy, unfocused—sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. “Jeongin.”

“Yeah?” His voice is wrecked.

“I want to—” You pause. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your temples. “Can I—”

He waits. Patient. Those soft eyes searching your face, and God, the trust in them. The absolute certainty that you’re not going to hurt him, and you want to live up to that. You want to deserve it.

You slide off the couch. Your knees hit the rug and you settle between his legs. Jeongin stares down at you, lips parted, breath coming faster now.

“Oh,” he says, almost a whisper.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Yes. Very—yes.” He swallows hard. “Just…are you sure?”

“I’ve been thinking about this.”

The confession lands. His eyes darken, pupils swallowing the brown of his irises, and his hands curl into loose fists on his thighs like he’s physically restraining himself from grabbing you. “You should’ve said something.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You reach for the button of his jeans. It’s a simple motion. Thumb, forefinger, the slight resistance of denim, the soft click of metal slipping through fabric. But Jeongin’s whole body goes taut above you. His stomach tenses beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. His hips shift, an involuntary little movement that makes you smile.

You drag the zipper down.

“Lift up,” you murmur, and he obeys immediately, raising his hips just enough for you to work the jeans down his thighs. Boxers beneath—plain black cotton, nothing fancy, and you’re absurdly charmed by that. Of course he’s practical and modest even down to his choice in undergarments.

You’re still smiling when you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull.

The smile dies on your face.

For a long, stretched-out moment, you forget how to breathe.

Jeongin’s cock springs free, already half-hard, already impressive, and your brain—the part that’s supposed to form coherent thoughts—just stops. It’s not just big. Big is a word for things that are slightly above average, for the difference between medium and large at a coffee shop. This is the kind of size that makes your jaw ache in sympathetic anticipation, that makes you recalculate angles and depths and the structural limits of the human throat.

It’s also pretty. Ridiculously, almost offensively pretty.

The shaft is a pale, blushing pink—smooth and unblemished, rising from a neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair. The head is flushed a deeper rose, glistening slightly at the tip. His balls are drawn up tight beneath, smooth and symmetrical, and the whole picture is so aesthetically pleasing that you have the absurd urge to take a photograph.

“Y/N,” he says, and his voice is small. Almost shy. “Is it…?”

“Jeongin.”

“Yeah?”

“You know you’re huge, right?”

His cheeks go crimson. The color spreads down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, and he rubs the back of his neck with one hand in that nervous gesture you’ve come to recognize. “I mean. Yeah. I’ve, uh. I’ve been told.”

“By who?”

“Other partners.” He says it like an apology. “A few of them. They, you know…mentioned it.”

“Mentioned it.” You’re still staring. You can’t stop staring. “They just mentioned that you’re carrying around lethal weaponry in your pants?”

A surprised laugh escapes him, and his cock bobs with the movement. “It’s not lethal.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

You finally touch him. Your fingers close around the shaft—or try to. They don’t meet. Your thumb and middle finger circle him, and there’s still a gap, a visible space where your fingertips should touch but don’t. The skin is velvet-soft and furnace-hot, and his pulse beats against your palm, rapid and unsteady.

Jeongin makes a sound. It’s barely audible, a punched-out exhale that he tries to swallow, but it escapes anyway. His hips twitch. His hands, still fisted on his thighs, tighten until his knuckles go white.

“You can—” He clears his throat. “You can tell me if it’s too much. We don’t have to—”

“Innie.”

“Yeah?”

“I want this.” You look up at him, and you let him see it—the hunger, the want, the sheer overwhelming desire that’s been building and is now threatening to consume you whole. “I want you. All of you. Okay?”

He gulps. The shyness is still there, the modesty, but beneath it is something raw and desperate and achingly sincere. “Okay.”

You lower your mouth to him. The first touch is just lips—a soft kiss pressed to the flushed head, tasting salt and skin and musk. Jeongin’s whole body shudders, a full-body tremor that makes the couch creak beneath him.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Good?”

“Yeah. Yes. Yes.”

You lick a slow stripe up the underside from base to tip. His skin is impossibly smooth, heated silk against your tongue, and when you reach the crown, you circle the ridge with the tip of your tongue. The bead of moisture gathered there spreads across your taste buds—bitter, salty, him.

His hand comes up. His fingers thread into your hair. Gentle. So gentle it makes your chest ache. He doesn’t push or pull or guide—just rests his hand there, thumb stroking the shell of your ear.

You open your mouth wider. The head of his cock slides past your lips, and your jaw immediately protests. The stretch is significant, more significant than you anticipated. Despite your visual assessment, you have to consciously relax your throat, breathe through your nose, and take him slowly. Inch by inch.

“God.” The word comes out strangled. “Your mouth is so—”

You take more. Your tongue flattens against the underside, tracing the thick vein that runs along the shaft. He’s heavy on your tongue, solid and hot, and the weight of him is grounding in a way you didn’t expect. Your hand wraps around the base where your mouth can’t reach, and you start a slow rhythm—mouth and hand moving together, learning the shape of him.

Jeongin makes another sound. Higher this time. Almost a whimper. “You feel incredible,” he breathes. “So good. So—ah—”

You hollow your cheeks and pull back, letting him slip almost free before sinking down again, deeper this time. Your eyes water, your throat constricts, and you fight the gag reflex, breathing through it, relaxing into it.

You hum around him. The vibration makes his hips jerk. A real, uncontrolled thrust that drives him fractionally deeper, and he gasps out an apology immediately. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You pull off him with a wet pop. “Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop apologizing.”

His mouth opens. Closes. His dimples are gone—swallowed by the tension in his jaw—and his eyes are so dark now, nearly black, fixed on your lips with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“I want you to enjoy this,” you say, stroking him slowly with your hand. The glide is slick now, your saliva coating him, and the friction makes him groan. “I want you to tell me what feels good. Can you do that?”

He nods. “I can do that.”

“Good.” You lower your mouth again. “Then let me hear you.”

This time when you take him in, he doesn’t hold back.

A broken moan spills from his lips as you sink down, taking more than before, challenging your own limits. His hand in your hair tightens. You set a pace—slow, deep, deliberate—and his sounds pour out unfiltered.

“Yes, like that, oh—your tongue, the way you’re—”

His hips rise to meet you, a shallow thrust that he can’t seem to suppress. His other hand grabs the couch cushion, knuckles straining.

“Pretty,” you gasp, pulling back to catch your breath. “You’re so—God, Jeongin, your cock is gorgeous.”

His face flushes impossibly darker. 

You press a kiss to the tip. Then another. Then you trace the ridge with your tongue, feather-light, just to hear the noise he makes. “Prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. Did you know that? Did your other partners tell you that?”

“I—some of them, maybe, I don’t—”

“They should have.”

You take him deep again. Your throat protests, but you push through, relaxing the muscles, letting your jaw go slack. Tears spill from the corners of your eyes, streaking down your cheeks, and you don’t bother wiping them away.

Jeongin’s head falls back against the couch. His throat is a long, elegant line, his pulse visibly hammering in the hollow, and the sounds coming out of him now are constant—a stream of broken syllables and half-formed words that dissolve into moans.

“So deep—fuck, you’re taking me so—how are you—that’s—”

His hips buck. You gag, a genuine, throat-deep gag that makes him try to pull back, but you grip his thigh with your free hand and hold steady. You want this. You want the ache, the fullness, the way your body has to work to accommodate him. 

“Baby,” he gasps out, ragged and desperate. “Sweetheart, I’m—if you keep doing that, I’m going to—”

You double down. Your hand works the base of his shaft in time with your mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke the way you’ve learned men like. Your tongue flattens against the underside and your cheeks hollow. Every technique you possess is suddenly focused on this one goal: making Yang Jeongin lose his goddamn mind.

It’s working.

“Close,” he gasps. “I’m—I’m so close, you need to—if you don’t want—”

You don’t stop. You look up at him through wet lashes and let him see, let him read the answer in your eyes.

He groans. “Yeah? You want my cum?”

You hum affirmative. The vibration makes him curse—a sharp, breathless expletive that you’ve never heard from his sweet mouth before.

“Okay. Okay. I’m—I’m going to—fuck, I’m—”

His thighs tense beneath your palm. His stomach muscles go rigid, visible through his shirt. His cock pulses against your tongue, and then he’s coming with a hoarse cry that sounds like your name, broken in half, shattered on the way out.

“Y/N—fuck! Oh my God, baby. Holy fuck—”

Hot. Bitter. A flood of salt across your taste buds. You swallow reflexively, over and over, as his hips jerk and his fingers clench in your hair and he says your name again—quieter this time.

When the pulses finally stop, you release him gently, soft cock resting on his heaving abdomen. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are closed. So pretty.

You rest your cheek against his thigh and wait.

“Come here.” His voice is wrecked. “Please. Come up here.”

You climb back onto the couch. Your knees ache—you’ll feel that tomorrow—but right now all you can focus on is the way Jeongin reaches for you, pulls you into his lap and kisses you.

It’s a different kiss than before. Messier. He can probably taste himself on your tongue, and the thought makes heat pool low in your belly.

“That was—” He breaks the kiss, presses his forehead to yours. His eyes are still glassy, but now there’s wonder. Or awe. “You’re incredible. Do you know that? Absolutely incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

His dimples reappear. Faint, but there. “Give me a minute. A few minutes. And then—”

“And then?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture is so tender it makes your breath catch. “And then I want to return the favor.” His hand slides down. It settles on your thigh and squeezes. “I’ve been thinking about this too,” he says quietly. “All the things I wanted to do to you.”

Oh.

“Show me.”

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[hanjinology]

SWEETCHEEKS : featuring christopher chahn bahng

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[starlostjisung]

well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

warnings: unprotected sex; pussy drunk han; dry humping; fingering; handjob; oral sex (f!receiving); begging; overstimulation; cum play; squirting; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: tuition is really expensive, so expensive that when your friends joke about you and han doing a livestream together to get money, you actually consider doing it. it’s just one livestream with your best friend so you both can get some cash, a stupid idea that might become the best one you’ve ever had

live: unfiltered series

the café near the campus is always crowded after the afternoon classes. students occupy almost every table, their laptops open beside their half-finished coffees and all of the conversations blending into one constant hum. 

han sits next to you, lazily stirring the whipped cream into his coffee even though it’s already completely mixed. felix sits in front of you, his bag already abandoned on the floor, while hyunjin sits next to him, stretching in his chair like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. 

“so”, felix says, “are we officially dead?”

hyunjin laughs, “i’ve been dead since the year started”

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

han raises an eyebrow, “i’m not dramatic”

you shake your head with a laugh, “jisung… you are just as dramatic as hyunjin”

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

“i can’t believe you two”, han says as he looks at you then at felix, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink, “you two are awful friends”

“no, we’re amazing friends”, felix corrects him. 

you laugh again and then start talking about your classes and your professors and the impossible amount of reading that each of them somehow believes is reasonable - it’s not, you all stand by that.

“i have an exam next monday, a presentation the day after, then another exam the following day, and two reports due before friday”, hyunjin says as he sighs and places a hand over his chest.

you blink, “how are those all in the same week?”

he shakes his head, “i don’t know. i’m honestly thinking about jumping off of very tall somethings”

“did your professors plan it together?”, felix asks him.

“i think they formed a secret committee", hyunjin says.

han chuckles, “the committee against student happiness and free time”

“exactly”, hyunjin says before he sighs and then raises his coffee, “to surviving another semester”

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

you clink them together and then continue talking, or maybe complaining is a more appropriate word for what you are doing there. as hyunjin and felix are talking about the exam felix took the other day, han sighs and then leans back in his chair.

“our shift tomorrow starts at seven”, he tells you.

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

felix hears you talking and then winces, “oh, are you two opening again?”

you and han work together in the café and even though today it’s your day off - which is something that happens once in a while - you work there most of the days, your shifts always together.

“yeah”, you say as you lean back in your chair like han did.

“didn’t you close last night?”, hyunjin asks.

“we did, yeah”, han says, nodding his head.

“and you have to open tomorrow? that’s evil”, hyunjin says.

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

“everything okay?”, felix says as he looks between you.

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

han exhales through his nose, “yeah, it’s just… tuition”

you lower your eyes to your coffee, “my payment deadline is next month”

“mine too”, han says.

felix frowns, “i thought your jobs at the café were helping”

“they help”, you say, “they just don’t help enough”

han rubs the back of his neck, “there’s so much stuff going on that comes before that, like groceries, our books… and by the time everything’s paid, well… there isn’t much left”

hyunjin’s face softens, feeling a bit sorry for you both, “i didn’t realise it was that bad”

“we didn’t really tell anyone”, you say.

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

“it shouldn’t be”, felix says immediately, “a lot of students struggle with tuition”

“i know but it just feels…”, you say as you try to find the correct word, “frustrating”

han lets out a quiet laugh without any humour in it, “we keep picking up extra shifts, but then we miss study time and if we study less, our grades suffer”

felix sighs, “it’s a never ending cycle”

you both hum, none of you disagreeing because that’s what is currently happening. 

“there has to be something”, hyunjin says as he taps his fingers against his coffee cup.

“we’ve tried everything: scholarships, financial aid, selling old books or stuff… but nothing”, han says.

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

you smile weakly, “i don’t think there’s enough time in the day. we already work here almost every day”

“including weekends”, han adds.

hyunjin watches the two of you for another second before he speaks again, “what about making money online?”

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

“no, what i’m trying to say is…”, hyunjin says, “there is one type of livestream that makes people a lot of money”

“what do you mean?”, you ask him, feeling a bit lost. 

hyunjin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking amused by his own suggestion.

“you know…”, he says as he gestures vaguely with both hands, “that type of livestream”

you and han exchange equally confused looks and then felix, unlike hyunjin, doesn’t dance around the subject. 

“have sex on camera”, he says it plainly. 

you stare at hyunjin then at felix, convinced for a second that you misheard him, “... what?”

han blinks and his mouth opens slightly before closing again, “you can’t be serious”, he finally says.

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

you feel heat immediately rush to your face, “so you’re saying…”, you begin before your own sentence trails off.

hyunjin winces a little and then raises his hands a bit as to defend himself, “i mean- it was just an idea”

“an idea? you call that an idea?”, han repeats, his voice climbing an octave.

“you said you need money”, felix says.

“yeah, but we didn’t ask how to destroy our dignity”, han says as he moves his hands around.

“i didn’t say you had to actually do it, it was just an idea”, hyunjin says slowly, trying to calm you both down.

han lets out an incredulous laugh, “i can’t believe we’re even having this conversation”

you risk a glance at him and unfortunately, he looks at you at exactly the same moment. your eyes meet for less than a second and then, you both look away again, an awkward silence settling over you.

hyunjin raises his hands again, “hey, it was only an idea, okay?”

“we’re not forcing you to do it”, felix continues.

“i just threw it out there because people really do make good money”, hyunjin says. 

“yeah, and it isn’t always…”, felix speaks again, searching for the right words, “just, you know, people having sex on camera”

han slowly looks up, “what do you mean?”

“i mean that there are different kinds of livestreams”, felix continues, “sometimes people just… kiss and make out, others touch each other a little, and yeah, others have sex. there are viewers for all of it, you don’t necessarily have to go all the way on camera if you don’t want to”

han sits perfectly still beside you and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. not because of what hyunjin and felix are saying, but because your brain immediately pictures the impossible scenario: you and han, together, having sex while strangers watch you. 

you squeeze your eyes shut for the briefest moment before forcing the image away.

“that’s insane”, han says, but you can tell his voice lacks the certainty it had a minute ago.

felix doesn’t argue, “i’m not saying it isn’t, i’m just saying people do it”

you keep staring at your drink as han looks at felix and hyunjin, none of you daring to look at each other.

hyunjin looks at you before he speaks again, “you don’t have to decide anything right now, we’re not trying to pressure you”, he says, as felix nods his head, “it was just something that came to mind. just think about it and if you hate the idea that much, then that’s the end of it”

neither han nor you respond, you simply sit there, your eyes fixed anywhere except on each other, while the conversation dies away and the thought lingers far longer than either of you wants to admit.

that night, you’re lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you think about what hyunjin and felix said before. you think how ridiculous and embarrassing it would be, but your brain keeps working against you - tuition, bills, groceries and everything else, the numbers line up in your head without even trying.

every paycheck from the café disappears almost as soon as it arrives, every month is another balancing act. you’re exhausted, because no matter what you do, it’s still not enough.

what if you actually did it?

the thought slips in before you can stop it. you think again about how embarrassing it would be but you also know that if you ever did something like that, there is only one person you could imagine yourself doing it with. 

han.

simply because he’s just han, your best friend. if you ever had to make yourself that vulnerable, you know you’d feel safer with him than with anyone else.

you roll onto your side, hugging your pillow against your chest. you wonder if you brought it up this time, if he would even consider it, or if he would think poorly of you or look at you any different. he has been one of the closest people in your life for years and the last thing you want is to make things awkward between you over something like this.

maybe you should forget it, pretend that conversation never happened and find another solution somehow, even if you have absolutely no idea what that solution could be. you turn in your bed again and then, your phone buzzes on the bedside table. you reach over and pick it up, seeing the screen light up with a new text from han. you stare at his name for a bit and then open his text.

han: should we talk about it?

breathe in, breathe out, and then repeat, again and again. 

that’s what you tell yourself as you sit in your bed wearing only your light pink lingerie as han sits beside you in only his black boxers, none of you daring to look at each other yet.

a couple of nights ago, just after han had texted you, you told him to come over to your dorm, the conversation far too important to have it over text. as soon as he arrived and you sat together, the conversation started awkwardly, painfully awkwardly, but both of you knew what was coming: both of you knew you had to do the livestream, part of you knew it was because you needed the money and another part was because deep down you knew that  even though you had acted strongly against it at the beginning, it was the opposite now. 

you both wanted to do it, but still, it was a bit awkward and strange. well, very awkward and strange.

you spent hours trying to think of how to do it, talking about trust and boundaries, about what you would do if either of you were uncomfortable during the livestream, how to stop if one of you changed your mind.

“if either of us says we’re done”, you had said, “then we’re done”

“yeah, i agree”, han said as he nodded his head.

you had said that you would only do it once, that you would hopefully get the money you needed and that’s it, you’re done. then you both said that you weren’t going to tell anyone you were doing this, not even hyunjin and felix, and that you would never talk about this again, han had shaken his head strongly at that. 

“so… are we actually doing this?”, he asked you once you had discussed everything.

you looked at him, and then nodded your head, “yeah, i guess we are”

that was then, and now, it’s the moment of truth. 

your phone is right in front of you, the web ready and the only thing you need to do is press the button and the livestream will finally start, just one tap and everything will change. you look at han from the corner of your eye, his curly hair and his glasses doing nothing to hide how nervous he is right now. you’re nervous too, of course, but seeing him like that, next to you… you can’t deny that the sight is going straight to your core, making you press your thighs together, and you hope he doesn’t realise what you’re doing. 

“you can still back out”, you hear him say suddenly.

you turn to look at him properly and you find him already looking at you.

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

for another long moment, neither of you moves as you sit there, trying to convince yourselves that the decision you’ve made is one you can follow through on and hoping that once it’s over, it won’t make things awkward between you. 

breathe in, breathe out.

the words loop in your head like a mantra, but they do nothing to calm the nervous flutter in your stomach or the slick warmth already gathering in your panties. after another pause, you speak again, your voice low but steady.

“jisung… are you ready?”

han swallows hard, his eyes flicking to yours again, wide behind his glasses. he nods his head once, then again, more firmly this time.

“yeah, i think so”

your fingers tremble as you reach for your phone and then, you press the live button. the counter starts with no viewers and then climbs almost instantly, people already entering the stream and the messages start before you can even wave to the camera. 

you lift your hand and smile, trying to look confident even though your pulse is hammering and your hand is shaking.

“hey everyone… hi”

han leans forwards slightly and gives a small and awkward bow. you reach out without thinking, your palm landing on his shoulder to stop him mid-motion. he freezes, his eyes widening, clearly worried he’s already messed up. 

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

you laugh, the sound a little shaky, and then you rub your arm, “yeah… it’s our first time doing… this”, you say as you feel your cheeks burning.

han clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks, “we’re… uh… we’re doing this because we need money for university and-”

your hand shoots out again, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“jisung! you don’t have to say that”, you whisper sharply, your eyes wide.

he stares at you, his cheeks flushing deep red, his glasses slipping down his nose. the chat goes wild.

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

the donations start coming in and the numbers climb on screen. you breathe in and out again and then turn towards han, your knees brushing his as he turns to look at you at the same time. your faces are inches apart now and neither of you knows exactly how to start. your hands hover uselessly in the space between you and then you both lean in for a kiss, but you tilt in the same direction and bump foreheads instead. a nervous laugh escapes you and then you try again, the opposite side this time, and your noses brush awkwardly.

he lifts his hand, a bit hesitant, then he moves it towards your breast, over the pink lace. his palm is warm and you feel his fingers trembling, the contact sending a jolt straight between your legs. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake”, you mutter under your breath and then, you slide your hand up to the back of his neck, your fingers threading into his curly hair and then you pull him in.

this time your mouths meet properly, soft at first and then firmer, your lips parting. his glasses bump your cheek and you feel him exhale shakily against your mouth. the kiss deepens, your tongues brushing together and then your other hand moves to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. 

the comments keep coming but they fade into background noise as han’s thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a soft sound from your throat. the nervousness is still there, but it’s mixing with something hotter now, something that makes you press closer to him, your thighs parting slightly on the bed.

han’s mouth moves against yours with growing hunger, his tongue sliding in to taste you while his hand stays cupped over your breast. your fingers stay tangled in his curls, tugging every time a spark shoots down your spine.

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

you moan into his mouth when his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer to him. without breaking the kiss you move forward, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. the moment your body settles on top of him, you break the kiss to look at him, his eyes flying wide behind his glasses, his pupils blown, and his lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s forgotten how to breathe. you can see it in his face, he’s completely lost in you and in the feel of your body pressing down on his cock. 

you lean in again, capturing his mouth with more urgency this time. your hips roll experimentally, grinding your soaked panties against his cock which makes him groan against your lips. you keep moving, your cunt sliding along his cock through your underwear and every roll of your hips makes his cock throb harder beneath you.

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

frustration and desire mix in your chest. you stop the kiss again and then reach up, yank his glasses off his face and toss them somewhere behind you without caring where they land or even if they break. the second they’re gone, you crash your mouth back onto his, kissing him messily and nipping at his lower lip. his hands move to grip your hips now, guiding your movements as you grind down harder, his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

you can feel how soaked you’re getting, the fabric between you turning slippery, and his boxers are damp too. the pre-cum already leaking through and mixing with your arousal.

he suddenly flips you both, surprising you as his arms lift and turn you until your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you, lying between your legs. his curly hair falls forward, brushing your forehead as he looks down at you, breathing hard. his hands slide up your ribs, his fingers hooking under the thin straps of your bra and then he tugs them down slowly, freeing your breasts. cool air hits your nipples before his warm mouth closes over one of them, sucking gently as his tongue flicks it. you arch into him with a soft cry, your hands moving behind your back to unhook your bra and take it off, before you move your hands to the back of his head to hold him there. 

he moves to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one of his hands trails down your stomach. his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and he drags them down your thighs, peeling the soaked fabric away until you’re completely naked. he tosses them aside as his eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, he’s completely drunk on the sight of you spread open under him.

he lowers himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs open wider. his hot breath ghosts over your folds for a second before his tongue drags a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“j-jisung!”, you say, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the contact.

he does it again, firmer this time, then he closes his lips around your clit and sucks. two of his fingers slide into your dripping cunt at the same time, curling inside you as he tries to find that spot inside you.

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

user69: she’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

his fingers move inside you while his tongue works tight circles around your clit, your juices coating his fingers and mouth and the sheets beneath you. your thighs tremble on either side of his head and you reach down blindly, your fingers threading back into his curls, holding him exactly where you need him as the pressure builds fast between your legs. 

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

a/n: sweet nerd jisung oh my goddddddd how are we feeling 🥵 and now... it's almost time for our juicy men, our red lights duo, buckle up everyone 😎

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[hanjinology]

VENGEANCE : featuring kim hongjoong

— DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

a/n: HI SO YEAH HAPPY 2K FOLLOWERS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. So as a gift to everyone, here's a dilf!joong to all my fellow atiny's in my followers list. I hope you guys enjoy this delicious fic. ACK. I LOVE YOU ALL. <333

word count: 9k words

You were a catch. A fucking catch.

Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.

After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching band—the one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.

He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.

It wasn't unusual for Jaehyun to go a day or two without texting. You both had busy lives, you with band rehearsals and him with football practice, so you understood. Whenever he had time, he always came back to you. That was how your relationship worked: comfortable, intact, and especially intimate when you finally got to be alone together.

You never doubted him. He always reassured you so well.

Until now.

It had been a full week since the last time you actually spoke to him in person. No late-night visits to your dorm, no sneaking in through your window with that boyish grin. Just short, dry texts. And every time you tried calling him, he would pick up only to say he was "too busy with practice" and hang up after a minute.

Something felt... off.

You tried to shrug it off at first. Jaehyun was probably just exhausted from practice. You told yourself he'd text soon, that he just needed some time to himself. Three days ago, he had sent a short message saying he was going back to his father's house for a while and wouldn't be around campus. You understand.

But that was three days ago.

Now it had been two full weeks since you last saw him in person. Two weeks of dry, replies and calls that ended within a minute. The uneasy feeling in your chest grew heavier, tightening around your throat like a chokehold.

You weren't used to this. You weren't used to doubting him.

Lucky for you, you actually knew his father—Kim Hongjoong.

He was a genuine, warm man. A single father of three who somehow still looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. At 42, Hongjoong could easily pass for someone in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, with sharp, refined features and that same devastating smile Jaehyun inherited. He was kind, attentive, and had a quiet confidence that always made the air feel a little thicker whenever he was around.

If he wasn't your boyfriend's father... well, you wouldn't have let yourself think about it.

But right now, worry was winning over everything else.

You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him.

You: Hi, Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from Jaehyun properly in almost two weeks. He mentioned he was going home a few days ago. Is everything okay? Do you know where he is?

You hit send and stared at the screen, nerves twisting in your stomach. The party noise faded into the background as you waited.

Not even a minute later, your phone vibrated.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. Jaehyun isn't home right now. He said he'll be coming next week. I'm not sure why he told you he was already here...

Your stomach dropped.

He lied.

Jaehyun lied to you.

He never lied to you. Does he?

But now the doubt was creeping in, loud and ugly. Jaehyun had lied. He told you he was going home when he clearly wasn't. Why? The question twisted uncomfortably in your chest, and the fact that you couldn't even confront him made it worse. He was completely missing in action. You typed back with slightly shaky fingers.

You: Oh. I see. Thank you, Mr. Kim. If he comes home, please tell him to message me. Thank you. Hongjoong: Of course, darling. Take care of yourself, yeah? And visit here sometimes, whenever you can.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his reply. Even through text, Hongjoong's warmth came through so easily. He really was such a sweet man, a genuinely good father. The kind of man who made you feel cared for with just a few words. For a moment, the heavy weight in your chest felt a little lighter.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and let out a long breath, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts about Jaehyun to the back of your mind.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling twisting in your chest.

If Jaehyun wasn't at his father's house like he claimed, then he was probably just hiding in his dorm. That had to be it. Tomorrow, you decided, you would go see him. You'd look him in the eyes and ask what the fuck was actually going on.

The next day came by so quickly.

You baked his favorite cake. Chocolate with extra frosting, hoping it would soften whatever conversation was about to happen. With the cake box in one hand and your spare key in the other, you stood in front of Jaehyun's dorm door, heart beating heavily.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door quietly.

The moment you stepped inside, your stomach dropped. Loud, breathy female moans filled the entire dorm. The sound was unmistakable. High-pitched, needy, and very real.

He's probably just watching porn, you told yourself, trying to stay calm. He does that sometimes when he's stressed...

But something felt wrong. You walked down the short hallway, cake still in your hands, and slowly pushed open the door to his bedroom.

The sight hit you like a truck.

Jaehyun was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. A girl you didn't recognize was on top of him, riding him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned loudly. His hands were gripping her ass, guiding her movements while he groaned beneath her.

For a few painful seconds, you just stood there frozen, cake box trembling slightly in your hands.

Jaehyun's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto yours. His face went pale.

"Baby—?!" he choked out, voice hoarse. The girl on top of him let out a startled yelp and quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. You had already seen everything.

The cake suddenly felt heavy in your arms. The sweet smell that used to comfort you now turned your stomach. All the late replies. All the sudden "practices." All the lies about going home.

This is why.

"Kim Jaehyun! What the fuck!?"

The cake box slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. For a split second, everything was silent except for the girl's heavy breathing. Then your blood boils.

You didn't scream. You didn't cry. Instead, you strode forward with long, confident steps, that signature domineering aura radiating off you like ice.

The girl barely had time to react before your hand shot out. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off Jaehyun with one powerful pull. She screamed as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress.

"Get the fuck off him," you said coldly, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. She scrambled away from you, eyes wide with shock, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. Jaehyun sat up quickly, face pale and panicked.

"Babe— wait, it's not— I can explain—"

"Explain?" You let out a bitter laugh, still holding the girl's hair tightly in your grip as you glared down at him. "You lied to me for two weeks just so you could fuck someone behind my back?"

The girl whimpered as you finally released her hair with a rough shove. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like her life depended on it, slamming the door behind her.

Now it was just you and Jaehyun. He looked pathetic, naked, flushed, dick still hard and glistening from another girl's pussy. The sight made your stomach turn.

You stood tall at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at him like he was nothing more than a disappointing subordinate who just ruined the entire performance.

"Two weeks, Jaehyun," you said, voice dangerously calm. "Two fucking weeks of 'I'm busy' and 'I'm at my dad's'. And this is what you were doing?"

Jaehyun's eyes widened in panic. He scrambled off the bed, still naked, and lunged forward, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"Babe, wait— please, just listen to me! It's not what it looks like, I swear! She doesn't mean anything, it was just— fuck, it was a mistake—"

You felt his grip on your wrist like fire.

With a sharp, powerful yank, you shoved him off you. Jaehyun stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

"Don't you fucking lay your filthy hands on me!" you hissed, voice dripping with venom. "A mistake? You lied to me for two whole weeks so you could fuck some random bitch behind my back and you call that a mistake?!"

Your chest heaved with rage. Your eyes blurred as tears pooled on your eyelids, making Jaehyun shrink under your glare.

"We're done," you said coldly, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't ever call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me. Fuck off, Jaehyun."

You turned on your heels, not even sparing the fallen chocolate cake on the floor a second glance, and walked out of his room. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you slammed the dorm door behind you with a loud bang.

Tears burned in your eyes the moment you stepped outside, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not for him. You were done.

For the next week, Jaehyun wouldn't leave you alone.

He texted and called nonstop, even after you blocked him on everything. He showed up outside your classes, your band practice, and your dorm. Every time he tried to approach you, your friends were right there, ready to throw punches and shield you like bodyguards. They cursed him out and dragged you away before he could get close.

You stayed strong on the outside, but the betrayal still stung.

By the start of the second week, you thought it was finally dying down. Until one afternoon.

You had just finished band practice and were walking out of the campus gate when a girl stepped in front of you. It was her. The girl you had pulled off Jaehyun that day. She looked nervous, eyes red like she'd been crying.

"Can we talk?" she asked quietly. "Please... just for a minute."

You almost walked past her, but something in her expression made you stop. You crossed your arms, staring her down.

"Fine. Talk."

She took a shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry... I had no idea you existed. Jaehyun told me he was single the entire time. We'd been seeing each other for almost a month. He said he didn't have a girlfriend, that he was too focused on football to date anyone seriously." Her voice cracked. "If I had known about you... I would never have touched him. I swear."

She looked genuinely devastated.

"I feel sick knowing I was the other woman. I'm really, really sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. The anger you'd been carrying suddenly felt heavier. Jaehyun didn't just cheat on you. He had played both of you.

You let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through your hair.

"...Thanks for telling me," you said coldly. "At least now I know how much of a lying piece of shit he really is."

The girl nodded, looking ashamed, before quietly walking away. You stood there at the gate for a long time, the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement. The betrayal felt even deeper now.

For the next month, you drowned yourself in studies and band practice.

You threw everything you had into rehearsals, perfecting every count, every movement, every command on the field. At night, you buried yourself in books and assignments until your eyes burned. You barely slept, barely ate, and barely gave yourself time to think.

The whole campus knew what happened. The cheating scandal spread like wildfire. People whispered when you walked by, gave you pitiful looks in the hallways, and sent sympathetic messages. But you kept your chin up high, shoulders back, and that signature domineering aura firmly in place. You refuse to let anyone see you break. You were the drum major. You didn't fall apart in public.

Two months had passed since that awful day. You were in your dorm, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. It's been a while. How have you been? It's already been two months since I last heard from you. I didn't even know you and Jaehyun broke up until recently... Are you okay?

Your chest tightened. You stared at the message for a long time before replying.

You: Oh. Hello, Mr. Kim. Yeah, we broke up. I'm fine though, thank you for checking me up. Hongjoong: I'm really sorry to hear that. If you're free this weekend, why don't you come over for dinner? I'll cook. You can talk about what happened if you want to... or we can just eat and you can forget everything for a while. No pressure. I just hate the thought of you dealing with this alone, besides I know for sure whatever the reason is, it could have been my stupid son's fault.

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to say no and keep burying yourself in work. But another part, the tired, angry, emotionally drained part, desperately needed to let it all out.

You: Okay. I'll come. Thank you, Mr. Kim. Hongjoong: Great. Come by Saturday at 6? Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.

Saturday came faster than you expected. By 6:30 PM, you were standing in front of Hongjoong's house, heart beating a little faster than usual. You had chosen one of your favorite Sunday dresses. A soft, off-shoulder cream-colored dress that hugged your figure nicely but still looked modest enough. You tugged at the hem nervously, suddenly wondering if it was too much. Too pretty. Too revealing for a dinner with your ex-boyfriend's father.

You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Kim Hongjoong stood there, looking unfairly good in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile.

"You're here," he said softly, voice rich and comforting. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toe before he caught himself and looked back at your face.

"You look great. Come in, sweetheart."

He stepped aside, letting you enter. The house smelled amazing, Garlic, herbs, and something savory that made your stomach rumble.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late," you murmured.

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you came." He closed the door behind you, then gently placed a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the dining area. The light touch sent a small, unexpected shiver up your spine. "I made carbonara and grilled steak. Hope you're hungry."

As you followed him, the reality of the situation settled in. This was the first time you'd been here since the breakup. No Jaehyun. Just you and Hongjoong.

He pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, then disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine. Hongjoong sat across from you, his warm gaze never leaving your face.

"So..." he started gently, voice low and careful. "Do you want to eat first and relax... or do you want to tell me what really happened between you and my son?"

He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of quiet concern and something deeper you couldn't quite name.

"I'm here to listen to everything. No judgment."

You sat quietly for a moment, staring at the glass of wine in your hands. The warmth of Hongjoong's home and his gentle presence made the walls you'd built over the past two months feel dangerously thin.

"I... I'll tell you," you whispered. Hongjoong nodded, giving you his full attention. He stayed silent, patient, as you started talking.

You told him everything.

How Jaehyun had been distant for weeks. The constant excuses. The lies about being at his house. How you baked his favorite cake and went to his dorm with a spare key, hoping to fix things. How you walked in on him fucking another girl. How he had the audacity to lie and say it was a mistake.

The more you spoke, the more your voice shook.

"I kept myself busy for two months straight," you continued, tears already blurring your vision. "Studies, practice, rehearsals... anything just to stop thinking about it. The whole campus knew. Everyone was looking at me with pity and I hated it. I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to be in control... but he made me feel so stupid."

Your throat tightened painfully.

"I trusted him. I never doubted him even once. And he played me like I was nothing. He told that girl he was single the whole time. He lied to both of us."

The dam finally broke. A sob ripped from your chest. Tears streamed down your face as all the anger, humiliation, and pain you'd been holding in came rushing out at once.

"I feel so pathetic..." you cried, covering your face with both hands. "I'm supposed to be better than this. I hate that he still has this much power over me."

You couldn't stop sobbing.

Suddenly, you felt strong, warm arms wrapped around you. Hongjoong had moved from his seat and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. One hand gently rubbed your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

"Shhh... it's okay," he whispered softly against your hair, voice deep and soothing. "Let it all out, sweetheart. You don't have to be strong right now. Not here."

He held you closer, letting you cry into his chest as your body shook with heavy sobs.

"You're not pathetic," he murmured firmly. "You're incredible. My son is the idiot who couldn't see what he had."

Hongjoong didn't let go. He kept holding you, rocking you gently, his warmth and steady heartbeat slowly calming you down as you cried out months of pent-up pain.

"Just so you know," Hongjoong said softly, still holding you close, "I didn't raise my son to be like that. I thought I taught him well."

His voice was low and heavy with disappointment. One of his hands kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.

"I don't know where he got the idea that cheating is okay," he continued, almost to himself. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve any of this. Not a single second."

You stayed buried against his chest, your sobs slowly quieting into shaky breaths. His shirt was damp with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He smelled comforting, like warm cologne, fresh laundry, and something distinctly him.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at your tear-streaked face. His thumb gently wiped away the tears still clinging to your cheeks, his touch incredibly tender.

"Well..." you whispered shakily against his chest, voice still thick with tears, "just by how you're treating me right now... maybe it's only the looks that Jaehyun inherited from you."

Hongjoong let out a soft, surprised chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. He pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly, his hand still gently cupping your cheek.

"Is that so?" he murmured, a small, handsome smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed another stray tear from your skin. "I'll take that as a compliment then."

Hongjoong watched you with quiet intensity, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you pushed the pasta around your plate. The warm lighting in the dining room cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and the open collar of his black shirt.

He set his wine glass down slowly, the quiet clink breaking the silence.

"What do you want to do with Jaehyun now?" he asked, voice low and velvety.You stared at your plate for a long moment, the hurt and rage you'd buried for two months rising back to the surface like poison.

"I want him to learn his lesson," you said bitterly, your voice cracking. "I want it to hurt. I want him to feel even a fraction of the humiliation and betrayal he made me feel."A heavy silence filled the room.

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you carefully. Then the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a dark, dangerous smile. He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing right beside you. His tall frame towered over you as he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Then let me help you teach him," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly across your bottom lip. "We can film ourselves in bed. You and me. I'll fuck you the way you deserved. I'll make you moan my name so loudly the camera catches every desperate sound."

Your breath hitched.

Hongjoong leaned down closer, his lips hovering near your ear as his voice dropped into a husky whisper.

"Imagine it, sweetheart... My hands all over this beautiful body. My cock buried deep inside you while you're falling apart. And then we send that video straight to Jaehyun. Let him watch his own father ruining the girl he was stupid enough to cheat on." He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own burning with lust and something dangerously possessive.

"You'll be screaming for me... and he'll be forced to watch every second of it."

His fingers slid from your chin down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your skin."It's your decision," he said softly, but his eyes were anything but soft. "If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you tonight. I'll make sure my son never forgets what he lost."

You stared at Hongjoong, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

He was undeniably attractive. The way his black shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms, the sharp line of his jaw, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 42, he looked better than most men half his age. But this... this was crossing a dangerous line.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, voice shaky. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "Mr. Kim, he's still your son. This feels... wrong."

Hongjoong gave you a warm, understanding smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle gently. His hand slid from your thigh to your back, giving you a soft, comforting pat as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you.

"It's okay," he said softly, voice gentle and reassuring. "I don't like pushing things on people, sweetheart. Especially not you."

He straightened up and moved back to his seat across from you, though his eyes never really left your face. The tension in the air slowly eased, but the heat of his earlier words still lingered.

"Go ahead and eat," he added with a small nod toward your plate. "Then you can rest if you want. No pressure at all. I'm just happy you're here."

You nodded quietly and picked up your fork again, though your appetite had mostly vanished. The carbonara tasted amazing, but your mind kept replaying his proposal, the image of you and Hongjoong in bed, filming everything, sending it to Jaehyun.

For the next few weeks, Hongjoong's offer refused to leave your mind.

It lingered like a parasite burrowing deeper every quiet moment. Late at night while you tried to study. During band practice when your mind should've been focused on counts and formations. Even in your dreams, his low voice would whisper the filthy promise again and again.

You told yourself it was wrong. Disgusting, even. He was your ex-boyfriend's father for heaven's sake. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thought away, it always crawled back, hotter and more tempting each time.You decided to ignore it. Bury it. Move on.

Until one sunny afternoon.

You were walking past the football field when you saw them.

Jaehyun was sitting on the bleachers with the same girl, the one you had dragged off his cock that day. She was laughing at something he said, leaning into his side while his arm was casually draped around her shoulders. He looked... completely unbothered. Like he hadn't shattered your trust and humiliated you in front of the entire campus.

Something ugly and sharp twisted violently in your chest.Your feet stopped moving. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides.All the pain, the anger, and the humiliation came rushing back in full force. And right behind it, Hongjoong's voice echoed clearly in your head.

"If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you."

That's when you stopped hesitating.

The sight of Jaehyun laughing with that girl on the bleachers had ignited something feral inside you. No more crying. No more burying the pain. Tonight, you were going to make him regret ever laying eyes on anyone else.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the his father's house with fire in your eyes and steel in your spine. Your fist knocked firmly on the wooden door.

The door opened, and there was Hongjoong.

He looked devastatingly attractive in a simple black button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly messy, and the moment his eyes landed on you. Standing there with flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and clenched fists.

Before he could even speak, you looked him dead in the eyes and said with absolute conviction. "Let's do it."

The air between you instantly thickened. Hongjoong's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he stepped aside, silently inviting you in. The moment the door closed behind you with a soft click, it felt like the outside world had been shut out completely.

Your head started to spin.You didn't know if it was because of Hongjoong's strong, woody perfume, deep, masculine, and intoxicating, that kept flooding your senses with every breath, or if it was the sudden wave of nervousness crashing over you all at once.Your heart hammered violently in your chest. Your palms felt clammy. The reality of what you just agreed to hit you like a freight train.

"Come with me," he said softly.

His hand slid down to yours, at the flat as he guided you upstairs. The house was quiet except for the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Every step up the stairs made your stomach flutter harder.He led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The room was spacious and masculine, dark wood furniture, a large king-sized bed with crisp black sheets, and soft ambient lighting from the bedside lamps. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the same intoxicating scent that had made your head spin earlier.

Hongjoong gently pulled you inside and closed the door behind you with a soft click. Without saying a word, he guided you toward the bed, his hand resting lightly on your lower back.

"Sit down, sweetheart," he murmured.You obeyed, lowering yourself to sit at the edge of the large bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Hongjoong stood in front of you, tall and commanding, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly tender.

"Nervous?" Hongjoong asked softly, his voice low and gentle as he stayed crouched between your parted thighs.You could only nod, not trusting your voice. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. Your heart was racing so fast you felt lightheaded, and the way he was looking at you, so intense, so patient, yet so hungry, made everything feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong gave you a small, understanding smile. He rose slowly from his crouch and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing warmly against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side while his other hand came up to gently cup your face.

"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek. "This is a big step. But I promise... I'll take care of you."

He leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, letting his lips linger there. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you again, making your head spin in the best way.

"I'm not going to rush you," he whispered against your skin. "We can go slow."

His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with feather-light fingers. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his again.

"Tell me what you want," he said softly, eyes dark but patient. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Or do you just want me to hold you until the nerves settle down?" His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip as he waited, giving you full control even while his body radiated heat and barely contained desire.

The sigh that left your lips was soft and shaky the moment Hongjoong's lips met yours.It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was slow, warm, and devastatingly gentle, like he was savoring the first taste of something he had wanted for a long time. Your head instinctively leaned into him, eyes fluttering shut as a rush of heat spread through your body.

Hongjoong hummed approvingly against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours with experience, deepening the kiss gradually until you parted your lips for him. When his tongue slipped inside, tasting you, a quiet whimper escaped your throat.He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, deep, sensual, and thorough. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your thighs press together instinctively.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was slightly heavier, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire as he looked at you.

"Still nervous?" he whispered, voice husky. His thumb brushed tenderly over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.You barely managed a small shake of your head.

"There we go." Hongjoong smiled, slow and predatory, before capturing your lips again, this time with more hunger. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he guided you further onto the bed until your back gently met the soft mattress.

He hovered over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying in his bed, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes hazy with nerves and arousal. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sat back on his knees and reached for the buttons of his black shirt.

One by one, he undid them slowly, deliberately, revealing his toned chest and defined abs inch by inch. The shirt slid off his broad shoulders and strong arms, exposing his muscular upper body. He was even more impressive than you had imagined, years of quiet discipline showing in every line of his torso. He tossed the shirt aside without care.

Your breath caught.

Hongjoong leaned down again, capturing your lips in another slow, heated kiss. His bare skin radiated warmth as he pressed closer, one hand sliding up your side.

His fingers found the hem of your sundress. He sat up slightly and gently tugged the fabric upward, eyes locked on yours the entire time, giving you every chance to stop him. You lifted your hips instinctively, and he pulled the dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Hongjoong let out a low, appreciative groan as his gaze roamed over your body.

"Fuck... look at you," he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands traced your waist, then moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over the fabric. He leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, then lower, between the valley of your breasts. His fingers skillfully unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your shoulders, freeing your breasts.

"Perfect," he breathed, eyes dark.He tossed your bra aside and returned to kissing you — deeper this time, while his hands explored your now mostly bare body with slow, reverent touches.

Hongjoong kissed you like he was starving for you, his mouth claiming yours in deep, slow strokes while his hands explored your body with growing hunger. He trailed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking gently.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

He continued downward, pressing wet kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the thin fabric and started slowly pulling them down your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.

As the lace slid down your legs, Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. His voice came out low and rough, slightly breathless.

"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" His hands never stopped moving. He finished pulling your panties off and tossed them aside, then ran his palms up your bare thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could settle between them.You could barely think straight, head spinning from the sensation of being completely naked under him.

"In... in my bag," you managed to whisper, voice shaky. "By the door..."

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgment. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above your mound, dangerously close to where you were already aching for him.

"Stay right here," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "Don't move."

He stood up for a moment, giving you a full view of his sculpted torso and the obvious bulge straining against his pants. He walked over to your bag, retrieved your phone, and returned to the bed.

Hongjoong gave you one last deep kiss before pulling back, then handed you your phone with a dark, heated look in his eyes.

"Here, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding. "You're going to record this."

He helped you sit up and lean back against the plush headboard, propping pillows behind you so you were comfortable. Then he moved down the bed, settling his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His large hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs wider apart, fully exposing your glistening pussy to him.

Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the camera app on of your phone and switched it to video mode. You hit record.

Hongjoong looked straight into the lens for a moment, a wicked smirk on his lips, before his gaze dropped back to your dripping core. Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit in one long, filthy stroke. A broken moan immediately spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god..." you whimpered, hips twitching.

Hongjoong groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking gently.

"Fuck—!" you cried out, your free hand flying down to grip his hair.

He ate you out like a man possessed, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more hungry. His tongue circled your clit, flicked it, then dipped down to push inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, clearly captured by the camera.

You struggled to keep the phone steady, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through you. "Joong— ahh!" you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "It feels so good..."

He looked up at the camera again, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head, while you watched his face contort through the screen of your phone. He then slid two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tried your best to keep recording, legs trembling around his head, hips grinding against his talented tongue.

His tongue worked your swollen clit with expert precision, licking, sucking, and flicking in perfect rhythm while two thick fingers pumped deep inside your soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, all of it being captured clearly on the phone you were desperately trying to hold steady.

"Ahh—! Hongjoong... fuck!" you moaned loudly, your voice cracking.

Your head fell back against the headboard, but you forced your eyes to stay on the camera. Your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tight and hot in your lower belly.

Hongjoong groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your back arch sharply.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, lips shiny with your juices. He curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "So wet for me already."

"I— I can't—" you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his face. "It's too good... I'm— I'm so close!"

He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly while his fingers fucked you faster, deeper. Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes dark and commanding.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He dove back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with intense pressure while his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. The coil inside you snapped.

"Oh my god— Hongjoong!" you screamed, your back arching violently off the bed. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through your body, making your vision blur and your legs shake uncontrollably. You kept moaning his name brokenly, loud and shameless, as the orgasm went on and on. You didn't even know if you properly recorded the way he made you cum. It was too much for you to think about it.

Hongjoong didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering you through every pulse, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess against the headboard. Only when your moans turned into weak, oversensitive whimpers did he finally slow down. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your throbbing clit before pulling his fingers out and looking up at you with a satisfied, predatory smirk.

Hongjoong huffed a heavy, shaky breath against your soaked pussy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Your orgasm had clearly affected him just as much. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and his lips glistened with your release.

He slowly crawled up your body like a predator, hovering over you on his forearms. His muscular frame caged you in completely, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh through his pants.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from your trembling hands. He quickly tapped the screen a few times, saving the video with a satisfied hum, then tossed the phone onto the far side of the bed where it landed safely on the pillows.

Now there was nothing between you two. Hongjoong looked down at you with pure hunger, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His bare chest brushed against your breasts with every breath he took.

"Enough recording for now," he rasped, voice thick and rough. "I want to feel you properly."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist as he ground his clothed erection against your bare, sensitive pussy. You moaned into his mouth, still twitching from your orgasm. Hongjoong broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and husky, barely holding back his hunger. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you looked straight up into his eyes, fiery, determined, and needy all at once, and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him the clearest answer you could.

Hongjoong's eyes darkened even more. A low, pleased groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

"That's my good girl." He reached down between your bodies and quickly freed himself from his pants. His hard cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and flushed. He wrapped a hand around the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked slit, coating himself in your wetness.

You gasped softly at the feeling, your arms tightening around his neck.

Hongjoong pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered roughly. Then, with one slow but firm thrust, he pushed the thick head of his cock inside you.

A broken moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, groaning at how tightly your walls gripped him.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in. "You feel even better than I imagined." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as he gave you time to adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back.

The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, something in Hongjoong snapped.

He didn't hold back anymore.

With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward hard, burying his thick cock deep inside you in one powerful stroke. A loud, broken cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide open, filling you completely.

"Fuck—!" Hongjoong growled, voice raw with years of pent-up desire. "Finally..."

He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a brutal, desperate pace right away. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he fucked you like a man who had been starving for this moment for years.

"Been waiting so fucking long for this," he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "You have no idea how many nights I imagined fucking you raw in my bed."

Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips snapping against yours with raw power. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your loud moans and his heavy grunts filled the room.

Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his waist, driving even deeper. His rhythm was relentless, almost animalistic, like he was claiming you completely.

"Mine now," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braced beside your head. "This pussy is mine."

He kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder. His hips rolled with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him dragging against your walls.You could barely think, only feel the way he was ruining you so perfectly. Hongjoong buried his face in your neck again, sucking hard on your skin as he growled.

He fucked you like a man possessed, hips slamming against yours with raw, years-long hunger.

He suddenly shifted his angle, hooking your leg higher around his waist and driving deeper. He thrust hard a few times, searching, adjusting, until he found it. Your whole body jerked violently.

"Ahh—! There—!" you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

Hongjoong's lips curled into a feral smirk against your neck.

"Right here?" he growled, voice dark and satisfied. He immediately started targeting that sweet spot mercilessly. Every thrust was precise, deep, and devastatingly fast, slamming directly into the spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuck yes— take it, baby," he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he railed you without mercy. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly."

His pace was brutal now, deep, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly between your bodies as he drove into you again and again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You were moaning shamelessly, almost sobbing with pleasure, your arms locked tight around his neck.

Hongjoong buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you even harder, hips snapping with pure desperation.

"That's it," he panted, voice rough. He angled his hips again, making sure every thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge at an overwhelming speed.

"You're getting so fucking tight again," he groaned, almost snarling. "Gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

Hongjoong kept slamming into that perfect spot with ruthless precision, his hips moving in a fast, deep rhythm that left you completely undone. Your eyes suddenly rolled to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Your entire body tensed violently beneath him.

"I'm— I'm cumming—!" you sobbed brokenly, voice cracking.

Your walls clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as your second orgasm crashed through you even harder than the first. A loud, shameless moan tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed while your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

The way your pussy squeezed him so tightly, almost begging him to cum with you, finally pushed Hongjoong over the edge.

"Fuck— baby!" he growled loudly, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your spasming pussy, filling you up completely as he kept grinding into you, riding out both of your orgasms.

His body trembled above yours, hips twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name against your neck like a prayer. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed. Hongjoong stayed buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting and covered in sweat.

"Shit..." he whispered hoarsely, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. "You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that." He gave one last slow thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you, then stayed there, savoring the warmth of your body wrapped around him.

Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily in the quiet aftermath.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and gently collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing softly against your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint beating of his heart against your chest.

Hongjoong was the first to move. He pressed slow, lazy kisses along your neck and jawline, then finally lifted his head to look at you. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were softer now, warm, almost tender.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice hoarse from exertion. One of his hands came up to gently brush strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

You could only nod weakly, still dazed and trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. Your arms remained loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

Hongjoong smiled softly, a small, genuine smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He leaned down and kissed you, slow, deep, and full of affection this time, completely different from the raw hunger earlier.

Hongjoong stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, savoring the warmth and the way your walls still fluttered around him. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out with a low groan.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your swollen pussy onto the sheets. He watched it for a second with dark satisfaction before looking back at your face.

"Stay still, sweetheart," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't move. I'll get you a glass of water."

You nodded hazily, still floating in a blissful, post-orgasm daze. Your body felt heavy and boneless against the mattress.

As Hongjoong got up and walked out of the room, completely naked, you reached over to the other side of the bed where he had thrown your phone. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up.

The video was still there.

Without giving yourself time to overthink, you opened your messaging app, found Jaehyun's contact, and attached the video. Your thumb hovered for only a second before you hit send.The message delivered.

You stared at the screen, heart pounding. A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared... then stopped. Then appeared again.

Finally, a message came through.

Jaehyun: What the fuck is this?

Another message followed almost immediately, his panic clear even through text.

Jaehyun: Is that... my fucking dad?! Jaehyun: Are you seriously fucking my DAD?!

You didn't reply. You smiled .A slow, satisfied, almost wicked smile spread across your lips as you scrolled through the flood of texts Jaehyun had sent in the last few minutes.

Jaehyun: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Jaehyun: You're seriously fucking my DAD just because I made one mistake?! Jaehyun: This is so fucked up. You're disgusting. Jaehyun: Delete that shit right now. I can't believe you'd stoop this low. Jaehyun: Answer me you fucking bitch.

Every angry, desperate message made the smile on your face grow wider. You could practically hear him shouting through the screen, the panic, the rage, the disbelief.

You were still smiling when Hongjoong returned with a glass of cold water in his hand. He paused at the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of you, naked, flushed, and glowing, sitting up in his bed while scrolling through your phone with a satisfied little smirk on your face.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Did you already send it?" he asked, walking over to the bed. You looked up at him and nodded slowly, biting your lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face.

Hongjoong let out a low, rich chuckle, clearly pleased. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and handed you the glass.

"Here, drink up," he said softly.

You took the glass and drank the rest of the water slowly while he watched you with dark, affectionate eyes. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand.

He leaned in, cupping your jaw gently as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips.

"Good girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice laced with satisfaction. "Now come here."

Hongjoong pulled you back down onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your body and tucking you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, one hand lazily stroking your back.

"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, holding you close. As you drifted off in his warm embrace, your phone buzzed one last time on the nightstand. You smiled against Hongjoong's chest and closed your eyes. Revenge had never felt so good.

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[jj-one]

hanji fucking you after tour🙏 ITS BEEEN SOOOO LONG since he last saw you and he misses you so much...

eating u out for hours bc he gotta make up for being absent for so long, hes so messy and starved. his cock is soo hard, it hurts sm that he has to grind down the mattress but all he wants rn is a taste and pleasuring you because hes so soo sorry🤤☝️

when he does end up inside, he js cant stop.. no matter how overstimulated you both are and how hes js spurting little droplets by now. he js cant stop, he's so hard and he missed this so much. hes crying and whining about it while still going omg. 👅👅👅✌️

jisung wasn’t just touching you, no, he was devouring you.

his lips moved hungrily over the sensitive heat of your core, tongue dragging through slick folds like a man on a mission, groaning shamelessly into every inch of you. long sighs and drawn-out cries spilled from your lips, but it only made him smirk softly between breaths. despite how messy it was— his mouth wet with you, his jaw slick with evidence of just how much he missed you— he didn’t care.

because it wasn’t enough.

jisung had missed this feeling so fucking much. the months apart after his tour had been brutal, waking up to cold sheets and long nights where the closest he got to you was stroking himself in an empty hotel room with your voice echoing in his head. he felt every mile between you like a gaping wound, tearing open wider and wider until the ache became unbearable.

and now that he finally had you underneath him again, whining his name as your thighs shook around his face? there was no way in hell he was stopping.

“’m so sorry,” he murmured, voice muffled by your thighs as he pressed sloppy kisses to the slick skin. “i missed you so much- fuck, so much—”

a sharp gasp hitched in your throat as his lips sucked your clit back into his mouth, teeth scraping ever so lightly to drive you into another wave of sharp, gasping pleasure. yuo didn’t even know how he still had energy, he’d been between your thighs for so long now, driven by sheer desperation— but even as your body convulsed under the sharp overstimulation, there was no stopping him.

his nails dug into your hips, keeping you perfectly in place against his mouth as he groaned against you, hips rutting against the mattress beneath him as his arousal became unbearable. his cock was so fucking hard it actually hurt, aching between his own thighs with little wet stains already smudging the fabric of his boxers, but he wouldn’t let himself stop to do anything about it.

not yet.

you were first, always first, and he needed this more than air.

only when you tugged hard at his hair, voice splintering into soft cries about how you couldn’t take another second of his relentless tongue, did he finally lift his face. his cheeks were flush, chin glistening with your slick, lips swollen from the literal marathon of devouring you.

amd even then, he barely gave you time to breathe before pressing the most filthy, desperate kiss to your lips, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth as he lined himself up.

“i’m sorry, baby- i c-can’t wait anymore, i can’t—”

you barely had time to brace yourself before he pushed into you, all of him at once, filling you so full you nearly sobbed at the sharp burn of it.

and jisung? he was delirious. whimpering softly against your neck as his hips snapped into you. the kind of desperate, helpless rhythm that showed just how much he needed you.

“i missed you- fuck, i missed this,” his breath hitched, voice cracking into little whines as his pace stuttered, already fucking deeper despite how wrecked you both were. “i-it’s been so long, i just- nngh- can’t stop—”

his thighs trembled slightly, his body wracked under the onslaught of his own need, eyes glassy with unshed tears. svery thrust sent sparks of heat through both of you, your nails leaving desperate streaks down his back as your moans bled together in helpless harmony.

“gonna make it up to you,” he babbled, words breaking against another gasp. he buried himself to the hilt, his lips brushing against your salty skin. “i’m so sorry, baby, i just—need—you—”

and neither of you stopped until you were both crying all over again.

[hanjinology]

Hai haiiii

How are you???

~ 🎀

HI HI BUBBY. I AM GOOD HOW ARE YOUUUUU

[hanjinology]

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SITRI I FOUND SHARMAINE 🍊 IN STAYVILLE 😍😍😍😍

sabay ito ang fyp ko 😂

PLS THE DRESSCODE IS KILLING ME HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[channlust]

heaven & back ~ (ft. stoner!jisung)

“Gimme a kiss.”

Jisung’s voice was a low, rough vibration that seemed to echo in the small space between your skin and the mattress. The room had a heavy, swirling haze of weed smoke, the blunt long since forgotten and smoldering in the ceramic ashtray on the nightstand.

Everything felt slow, weighted, and warm. Your lungs felt heavy, your vision blurring at the edges as the high settled deep into your bones. Your eyes were glassy and red, matching the hooded, hungry look in his. He rose up from between your thighs, his chin and lips glistening with a wet sheen of your own release, and leaned in.

The kiss was wet, sloppy, and tasted of salt and smoke. You whined into it, your spine curving as you sank deeper into the mattress, your thighs spreading wide across the sheets. You could taste yourself all on him, the slick heat coating his tongue as he mouthed at you, his eyelids heavy and hooded from the high.

His fingers slipped back down, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing in fast, rhythmic circles that made your hips jerk.

You gasped into the kiss, your body twitching under the onslaught, but Jisung just smirked against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you moan.

He pulled back just an inch, his gaze scanning your flushed face and blown out pupils. “So sensitive. You’re shaking for me already.”

You couldn’t even find the words to answer, just a broken, high pitched whine that caught in your throat. Your back arching, pressing yourself harder against his hand, desperate for more of the pressure that was currently driving you insane.

Jisung let out a low, appreciative huff, two fingers sliding deep inside you, the sudden fullness making you gasp and clutch at the sheets. He began to move in a slow, agonizing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, hitting your g-spot with a precision that made your vision swim.

“That’s it, baby. Just take it,” he whispered, his tone shifting into something praising and soft. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let it happen.”

and you've been letting it happen for three orgasms already.

The contrast of his gentle words and the relentless pace of his fingers sent you over the edge. You started to sob, a messy, overstimulated sound that echoed in the quiet room, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. You were cuming again, the waves crashing over you so hard that your muscles locked tight around him, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that left you breathless.

He had the nerve and kept the pressure steady, his fingers continuing to work your clit even as you shook, pushing you further into a state of sensory overload. You felt like you were floating and sinking all at once, the smoke-heavy air filling your lungs as you collapsed back into the mattress, your limbs feeling like lead.

Jisung lingered for a moment, watching the way your chest heaved and your eyes rolled back. He leaned down, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before his gaze dropped to the wetness coating his hand. A slow smirk spreading across his lips. He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing the slick, salty heat of yourself against your lips.

“Open up for me,” he commanded, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

Your head tilted back, mouth parting instinctively, and you leaned in to meet his hand. As your tongue swiped across his skin, tasting the salt and the heavy, slick heat of your own release, Jisung didn't blink. He kept his gaze locked on yours, his pupils blown wide, watching the way you worked his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through your chest.

Jisung withdrew his hand from your mouth with a slow drag, leaving your lips tingling and wet before he reached over to the nightstand, snatching up the joint.

He took a long, slow drag, the cherry glowing bright in the dim room, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that veiled his face.

He lingered there for a heartbeat, watching you through the haze, before pressing the filter to your lips. You took a deep hit, the smoke hitting your lungs with a familiar, grounding burn that only made the sensitivity between your legs feel more acute. By the time you exhaled and handed it back, the world had softened further, the edges of the room blurring into a warm, indistinct smudge.

He shifted, hovering over you with his arms bracing his weight, his chest heaving. He took one last drag of the joint, before stubbing it out in the tray. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the sound of his pants sliding down his thighs.

You watched him, your eyes heavy and glazed, as he freed himself from his pants. The sight of him made a high, needy sound escape your throat. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as you tried to pull him closer, your hips subconsciously tilting upward to meet him.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word barely a whisper. “Jisung, please. I want it. wan' you inside.”

He didn't rush. He liked the way you were falling apart beneath him, the way your voice had gone thin and desperate. He leaned down, his chest brushing against yours, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that settled in your gut. “Yeah? You really want it?” his palm roamed till it stopped at your lower stomach and pressed. “in here?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillow. “Please, just- now.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the words barely a ghost of a sound.

He shifted his weight, leaning up to grab both of your thighs with a firm grip. With one fluid motion, he hauled you toward the edge of the mattress, pulling your hips flush against his. You felt the blunt, heavy heat of him line up against your entrance, the skin there already slick and dripping from everything he’d done to you.

He drove forward, sinking into you in one long, slow plunge that filled every empty space.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, your voice cracking as your back arched off the sheets. The friction was intense, a searing, solid pressure that made your toes curl and your vision spark white.

“Think you can cum two more times on my cock?”

shortie drabble bcuz I've been busy workin on kinktober for y'all ok ☹️

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[starlostjisung]

a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

a/n: we didn't have our maknae ON top but he's still the best top 😎 thank you so much for reading again, only three to go now: my han girlies get ready for the ride hip hip

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[hanjinology]

CHAPTER THREE: FIRST MOVE : featuring han jisung

— college music major!han jisung x deaf and mute!reader in which after contemplating for so so long, you decided to finally make a move and face this new feelings you've come across to.

warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers trope, slow burn, humor, alcohol consumption, profanities mentioned, generally cute and romantic stuffs mentioned ahead.

word count: 4k words : prev — next : series masterlist

"Do people fall in love silently like these falling snow?" You stood by the window, watching the first snowflakes drift gently down from the gray sky. They fell in peaceful silence, fluttering softly and covering everything they touched in a pure white blanket. A small smile touched your lips. You turned to the mirror and saw how beautifully the dress draped over your body, the soft fabric hugging your figure.

You rarely dress up. It always felt like such a hassle. You used to believe that no matter how nicely you dressed, nothing in your quiet world would really change. But now, standing in front of the mirror, you barely recognized yourself. The elegant dress hugged your body perfectly, the soft fabric catching the warm light and making you look almost glowing. Your heart pounded strongly against your ribs, loud and restless in your chest. You really are doing this.

Your thoughts drifted away when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by your mother's bright, cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as her lips moved clearly.

"Yeji is waiting downstairs for you, darling. Are you ready to go out?"

It was so rare for you to leave the house. That's why she looked this happy and full of energy. She wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy life, even if your world was quieter and different from everyone else's.

You nodded softly and squeezed her hands, offering her the warmest smile you could. You knew she was just as nervous as you were, maybe even more, although her worries came from a different place.

ON THE ROCKS.

The glowing neon sign of the bar flickered softly against the dark, snowy night. Delicate snowflakes drifted down in lazy spirals, blanketing the ground in a fresh layer of pure white. Your thick scarf was wrapped snugly around your neck, but the icy breeze still snuck through, sending a shiver down your spine and tightening the nervous knot in your stomach.

A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You turned around and found Yeji standing there, looking just as anxious as you felt. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink from the cold or her nerves, you weren't sure. She shifted from foot to foot, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her coat.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, her lips moving clearly so you could read them. "I didn't put on too much makeup, did I?" Her voice probably carried that familiar nervous tremble, and her body kept bouncing lightly with restless energy.

You gave her a warm, reassuring smile and shook your head.

You look really cute, you signed with steady hands. I'm sure Felix will think so too.

Yeji's eyes lit up. She let out a delighted squeal and pulled you into a tight, enthusiastic hug. Her warmth wrapped around you like a shield against the winter chill, and for a brief moment, her excitement made the cold night feel a little softer.

You took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the heavy nervousness settled in your chest. Your eyes kept drifting back to the bar door, heart fluttering like it was your first time doing something this bold and in many ways, it was.

The door finally opened. A cold gust of winter wind rushed in, carrying snowflakes that melted instantly on your warm cheeks. Golden light spilled out into the snowy night, and your gaze immediately found him.

Han Jisung stood behind the counter, shaking a cocktail with smooth, practiced hands. A genuine, warm smile lit up his face as he chatted with the customer in front of him. You couldn't hear the conversation, but you didn't need to. You could read the easy confidence in the way he held himself, the kindness in his eyes, and the natural rhythm of his hands as he poured and mixed drinks with effortless grace.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. For a long moment, you simply watched him, the way the warm lights caught in his hair, the small laugh that made his shoulders shake slightly, the gentle way he nodded while listening to the customer.

He looked so at ease here. So alive. And yet, the sight of him made your heart race even faster.

You had come here tonight with one goal: to finally talk to him. Not through notes or awkward gestures like the few times you'd crossed paths before... but properly. Face to face. Even if it terrifies you.

Taking one last steadying breath, you stepped inside the bar, the warmth wrapping around you like a gentle embrace as the door closed behind you.

The warmth of the bar wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, a soothing contrast to the freezing night. Soft golden lights glowed overhead, and the faint scent of sweet cocktails and warm vanilla drifted through the air. Even without sound, you could feel the gentle, cozy atmosphere through the wooden floor beneath your feet.

Yeji stayed close, her arm linked with yours as your eyes searched for him.

Han Jisung was behind the counter when he looked up. The moment his gaze met yours, he paused. A soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, gentle and a little hesitant, with a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He set the glass down carefully and gave you a small wave.

He stepped out from behind the counter, weaving quietly between the customers until he reached you both. His eyes kept flicking back to you, warm but clearly nervous.

"You're here," he said, his lips forming the words clearly and slowly so you could read them. He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, a shy gesture that made him look even softer.

He gestured towards the bar counter with a gentle motion of his hand.

"Would you like to sit here?" he asked, enunciating carefully. "It's more comfortable... I can stay close if you want."

He stepped out from behind the counter and led you both over to the bar. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were comfortably seated. Once you were settled, he reached under the counter and placed a small, clean whiteboard and a black marker in front of you.

Yeji gave your arm an excited little squeeze. You nodded, and Jisung's shy smile grew just a fraction wider. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were both comfortably seated before returning behind the counter.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the polished wood. His eyes settled on you again—steady, kind, and a little nervous. The way he focused on your face, making sure you could see his lips clearly, made your heart beat faster.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, speaking slowly and clearly. "I can make something warm to help with the cold... or anything you like. Just tell me."

His expression was gentle and sincere, the slight flush still lingering on his cheeks. He waited patiently, watching you with quiet attention, as if nothing else in the bar mattered at that moment.

You held the marker between your fingers, staring down at the whiteboard as you tried to decide what to order. Your mind felt a little foggy, caught in that familiar nervous bubble. Warm drinks sounded nice in this weather, but maybe something sweet? Or should you play it safe—

You didn't notice Felix approaching the counter until he was already standing right beside Jisung.

Felix leaned forward with his usual bright energy, waving a hand in your direction. When you didn't look up or react, a slightly confused smile crossed his face. He tilted his head, glancing between you and Yeji as if asking what's up with her?

Before Felix could say anything, Yeji quickly leaned forward and tapped his arm, and asked him to lean closer just a bit.

"She's deaf and mute," Yeji explained. "That's why she didn't greet you back. She didn't hear you."

Felix's expression shifted instantly. He gave a small nod of understanding, his smile softening into something gentler and more considerate. "Ah, got it," he mouthed back to Yeji, no awkwardness in his face at all.

Jisung noticed immediately.

He reached across the counter with gentle hesitation, his fingers lightly tipping your chin upward so you would meet his eyes. The sudden, soft touch made your breath catch. His fingertips were warm against your skin, and the unexpected closeness sent a rush of heat straight to your cheeks.

His eyes softened when they met yours. His lips moved clearly, slowly and carefully: "What drink are you getting?"

The simple question, combined with the tender way he lifted your chin, made your heart stumble. You felt completely flustered, cheeks burning, brain suddenly empty. In your panic, your hand moved across the whiteboard before you could think properly.

You scribbled Orange Juice in slightly messy handwriting.

The moment you lifted the board, you realized what you'd written and felt even more embarrassed. Orange juice? In the middle of winter? You wanted to erase it immediately, but it was too late.

Jisung's eyes crinkled with a quiet, shy smile as he read your answer. He didn't laugh at you. Instead, he gave a small nod, his thumb brushing ever so lightly against your chin before he finally pulled his hand back.

"Orange juice... coming right up," he mouthed, the corners of his lips still lifted in that gentle smile. There was a hint of amusement in his expression, but mostly warmth.

Felix, who had been watching the whole thing, raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully at Jisung, clearly teasing his friend without saying a word. Yeji covered her mouth beside you, barely hiding her delighted smile.

While Jisung turned around to prepare your orange juice, you glanced to your right. Yeji and Felix were already chatting comfortably, smiling and laughing together. You watched as Yeji confidently took out her phone and showed it to Felix.

You saw how the both of them exchange numbers and watches Felix's face lit up with a bright grin as he typed in his number. Seeing how naturally it happened gave you a quiet spark of courage.

Maybe... you can do that too.

Jisung returned shortly after, sliding a tall glass of orange juice in front of you. A soft slice of orange decorated the rim, and a gentle curl of steam rose from the warm drink. He gave you a small, shy smile and mouthed, "Here you go," before nodding politely.

You managed a grateful smile and wrote a quick thank you on the whiteboard, sliding it towards him. He read it and his smile widened just a little.

But before anything else could happen, the bar door opened with a burst of cold air and loud laughter. A group of Jisung's foreign friends walked in energetically. One girl immediately spotted him and rushed behind the counter.

"Jisung!" she called happily, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jisung hugged her back with a laugh. Soon, the rest of his friends crowded around the bar, chatting loudly and playfully with him. He became completely caught up with them, laughing, talking, and pouring drinks for the group. He didn't glance back at you. Not even once.

The courage you had felt just moments ago vanished.

You stared at the warm glass of orange juice in front of you, then looked down at your whiteboard. The words stared at you like it was mocking you which made you pause and heave a deep sigh.

Watching him smile and interact so easily with his friends, especially the girl who had hugged him so comfortably, made your chest feel tight. The words suddenly felt too bold. Too hopeful.

Quietly, you erased the sentence, wiping the board clean until only faint streaks remained. The lively energy coming from Jisung's group made you feel smaller, more out of place. You lowered your gaze to your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass as disappointment settled heavily inside you.

Yeji noticed right away. She gave your arm a soft, reassuring squeeze under the counter, but even that couldn't fully ease the anxious knot in your stomach.

Time passed faster than you expected. The warm lights and soft chatter of the bar slowly faded into the background as the night grew later. You had barely touched your orange juice after that moment, the sweetness now feeling muted on your tongue. Yeji turned to you with a bright, satisfied smile, gently tapping your arm to get your attention. "We should head home soon,"  Yeji spoke, smiling when you turned your head towards her when you felt her hand on your shoulder.  "It's getting late." You nodded, offering her a small smile. You were truly happy for her, you had seen how she asked for Felix's number and how excitedly he gave it to her. The two of them had exchanged shy glances and smiles the whole night. It made your heart feel warm. But alongside that happiness sat a heavy disappointment in myself. You didn't manage to ask Jisung for his number. The moment slipped away the second his friends arrived, and your courage had crumbled completely. The blank whiteboard in front of you felt like a silent reminder of your hesitation. Yeji noticed the quiet sadness in your eyes. She leaned closer, slightly tilting her head to look at your face. "Hey... do you want me to give you Jisung's number?" she offered kindly. "I have it, and I can give it if you want. I know he wouldn't mind." Your heart skipped. You hesitated, fingers tightening around the marker as you thought about saying yes. "Yeji!" Jisung's voice called from behind the counter. He waved lightly at her, then glanced at you for a brief second before looking back at Yeji. "My shift ends within 2 minutes, do you guys need me to walk you two?" he asked. "It's pretty dark and snowy outside." Yeji's eyes lit up with a bright idea. She turned to you quickly, her expression full of excitement. "Great timing! I don't really need someone to walk me home since I live nearby. But could you at least walk Y/N to the train station?" Your eyes widened at Yeji's suggestion. You quickly shook your head and waved your hand in front of you, trying to refuse. The anxious fluttering in your chest grew stronger at the thought of being alone with him. But it was already too late. Jisung had already taken off his apron and was stepping out from behind the counter, putting on his coat. He looked at you with a gentle, patient expression, clearly waiting for you.

Your stomach dropped instantly. Nervousness flooded back in full force, making your cheeks warm and your chest tight. The thought of walking alone with Jisung, just the two of you in the quiet, snowy night, made your mind race with anxiety.

You froze for a second. Your heart was racing so loudly you could feel it in your throat. After a moment of hesitation, you took a slow, deep breath to calm yourself. You lifted your gaze and gave Jisung a small, soft smile, trying to hide your nervousness. Then you pointed towards the direction of the train station, silently telling him where you needed to go. Jisung nodded with a shy smile of his own and adjusted the scarf around his neck, ready to walk with you. Yeji, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't hide her grin. She let out a soft giggle, clearly pleased that her little plan had worked. She leaned in close to you one last time, speaking slowly and clearly while giving you a playful wink. "Good luck~" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Before you could protest, she gave your arm one last squeeze and happily slipped away to where Felix was waiting near the door. She waved at you over her shoulder with a bright, knowing smile as she left the bar with him. Now it was just you and Jisung. He stood quietly beside you, hands tucked into his coat pockets. The shy but warm look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Snow was still falling gently outside, and the night suddenly felt much quieter. Jisung tilted his head slightly towards the door, "Shall we?" You gave a small nod, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as the two of you stepped out of the bar together into the snowy night. The snow fell gently around you as you and Jisung stepped out of the bar and began walking towards the train station. Each of you held your own umbrella. His was plain black, while yours was a soft cream color. The world felt hushed and peaceful under the falling snow, the streets glowing faintly under the streetlights. You walked side by side, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. The closeness made your heart race in a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. Every few steps, you became hyper-aware of how close he was — the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the cold air, the way his arm occasionally swayed close to yours. Your mind spun with overthinking. We're really walking together... just the two of us. Does he feel as nervous as I do? Or is this normal for him? What if I look awkward right now? You kept your gaze mostly forward, cheeks warm despite the chilly night. The quiet between you felt both comforting and terrifying. Then it happened. You didn't hear the motorcycle speeding down the street. You didn't hear the roar of its engine cutting through the snowy silence. But Jisung did. In one swift motion, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you firmly towards him. Your body pressed against his side as the motorcycle zoomed past, dangerously close to where you had just been walking. Cold air rushed by, and a light spray of snow kicked up from its tires. Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart hammered wildly, not just from the near miss, but from the sudden feeling of Jisung's arm securely around your waist. His hand rested gently but protectively on your side, warm even through your coat. He looked down at you with wide, concerned eyes. His lips moved clearly under the glow of the streetlight. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry written across his face. You could only nod at first, still stunned. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he slowly loosened his hold, his hand hesitating for a second before letting go. He stayed close, though closer than before, as if ready to pull you away again if needed. Jisung adjusted his umbrella to better cover you both for a moment, his expression still soft with concern. Snowflakes caught in his hair and on his lashes as he waited for you to steady yourself.

After making sure you were alright, Jisung gave you a small, relieved smile. He nodded gently, as if to say let’s keep going, and the two of you started walking again under the falling snow.

This time, he didn’t let go of you. His hand slipped down from your waist and carefully caught your fingers. He held your hand gently but securely, his palm warm against yours despite the cold night. The simple action made your heart skip several beats.

You glanced down at your joined hands, feeling a rush of butterflies explode in your stomach. His grip was steady and reassuring, thumb occasionally brushing lightly over the back of your hand, almost absentmindedly, yet it sent little sparks up your arm. The closeness felt overwhelming in the best and scariest way.

Your mind spun again with nervous thoughts. Part of you wanted to pull away out of sheer shyness, but a bigger part of you didn’t want him to let go. The warmth of his hand against yours felt like the only steady thing in the quiet, snowy night.

Jisung walked a little closer to you now, making sure both umbrellas covered you properly from the falling snow. He would occasionally glance at you, checking if you were okay, his expression soft and a little shy whenever your eyes met. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The gentle pressure of his fingers intertwined with yours spoke louder than words could. Every step you took together made your heart feel both heavier and lighter at the same time, nervous, excited, and strangely safe. The train station lights slowly came into view in the distance, glowing warmly through the snowfall. But for now, you didn’t want to think about arriving there.

The warmth of Jisung’s hand around yours made your heart race faster with every step. The feeling was too much, too sweet, too overwhelming. After walking for a few more moments, you pursed your lips together and took a deep, shaky breath.

Gently, you pulled your hand out of his grip.

Jisung startled a little, blinking in surprise as his hand hovered in the air for a second. He looked at you with wide, slightly worried eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

You turned to face him fully, cheeks burning. Snowflakes continued to fall softly around you both. With slightly trembling fingers, you took out your phone, quickly typed a message, and turned the screen toward him.

If it's okay, can I have your number? Jisung stared at the glowing screen for a moment. Then a soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, his ears turning a light shade of red.

“How do you say ‘sure’ in sign language?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly so you could read his lips. You stared up at him for a second, heart fluttering wildly. Your cheeks felt even warmer now. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or something else entirely.

After a brief hesitation, you raised your hand and showed him the sign, making a fist with your thumb and pinky extended, then rocking it gently from side to your chin. Jisung watched carefully, then copied the motion with his own hand—a little clumsy, but sincere. He did it twice, making sure he got it right, before smiling brightly at you.

He repeated the sign while mouthing the word, “Sure.”

Then he took your phone with careful fingers and typed in his number, saving it under the name Jisung with a small smiley face beside it. He handed the phone back to you, his hand brushing lightly against yours again.

The train station entrance glowed with soft, golden light against the dark, snowy night. Snowflakes drifted down like tiny white feathers, settling gently on the ground and on the edges of your umbrellas. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth from the station behind you kept it from becoming too harsh.

Jisung stood close, his breath visible in small white clouds. After you saved his number, your phone vibrated in your gloved hand.

Jisung: Where do you live? I can walk you the rest of the way if you want.

You read the message, heart fluttering at his kindness. Your fingers moved quickly over the screen.

You: I’m okay from here. The station is safe and I’m used to going home alone. Thank you for tonight, Jisung. Really.

You turned the phone toward him. He read it slowly, his dark eyes softening. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply gave you a gentle nod, a small, shy smile touching his lips. Snow caught in his hair and on his lashes as he started to turn away.

Then you quickly typed another message, your heart pounding as your thumb hovered over the send button for a second before pressing it.

You: Can I ask you something?

Jisung: Yes?

You: How does music sound like?

Jisung stopped mid-turn. He looked down at his phone, reading your question carefully. The soft glow from the screen lit up his face as he thought deeply, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. After a few quiet moments, he began typing. His expression was gentle and sincere when he finally sent it.

Jisung: Music is hard to explain with words… but it feels alive. When it’s slow and soft, it’s like warm honey slowly pouring over your heart, or gentle waves brushing against your skin.

You stared at his message for a long time, snowflakes landing softly on your phone screen before melting away. The words made something inside your chest tighten in the sweetest way.

How does his world look when he hears music? You tried to picture it. Jisung with headphones on, eyes closed, the usual shy and quiet boy suddenly transformed. Did the music make his shoulders relax? Did his usual careful movements become lighter, freer? Did his heart race the same way yours did when you read poetry or watched the snow fall?

Did music change him? Make him feel bigger, brighter, more alive than the gentle, reserved person walking beside you tonight?

The thought made you strangely curious… and a little envious. Not in a bitter way, but in a soft, longing kind of way. You wondered what version of Jisung existed in those moments, whether he smiled wider, laughed louder, or felt emotions so deeply they spilled out of him.

You were still lost in those quiet thoughts, imagining the version of him that music brought out when a soft vibration buzzed against your palm. Your phone lit up with a new message.

You lowered your gaze to the screen, snowflakes melting the moment they touched the warm glass. The message was simple, but it made the air catch in your throat.

Jisung: Let me in to your world, y/n.

The words made a wide smile bloom across your face. It grew so big and genuine that a soft giggle slipped from your lips before you could stop it. The sound was quiet and light, almost surprising even to yourself.

Still smiling, you looked up at him and raised your hand. You signed “sure” gently and slowly, the same gentle rocking motion he had learned earlier. Your cheeks felt warm as you did it.

Jisung’s eyes softened when he saw the sign. A shy but happy smile spread across his face as he recognized it. He gave you a small nod, looking pleased and a little relieved.

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[hanjinology]

CHAPTER THREE: FIRST MOVE : featuring han jisung

— college music major!han jisung x deaf and mute!reader in which after contemplating for so so long, you decided to finally make a move and face this new feelings you've come across to.

warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers trope, slow burn, humor, alcohol consumption, profanities mentioned, generally cute and romantic stuffs mentioned ahead.

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"Do people fall in love silently like these falling snow?" You stood by the window, watching the first snowflakes drift gently down from the gray sky. They fell in peaceful silence, fluttering softly and covering everything they touched in a pure white blanket. A small smile touched your lips. You turned to the mirror and saw how beautifully the dress draped over your body, the soft fabric hugging your figure.

You rarely dress up. It always felt like such a hassle. You used to believe that no matter how nicely you dressed, nothing in your quiet world would really change. But now, standing in front of the mirror, you barely recognized yourself. The elegant dress hugged your body perfectly, the soft fabric catching the warm light and making you look almost glowing. Your heart pounded strongly against your ribs, loud and restless in your chest. You really are doing this.

Your thoughts drifted away when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by your mother's bright, cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as her lips moved clearly.

"Yeji is waiting downstairs for you, darling. Are you ready to go out?"

It was so rare for you to leave the house. That's why she looked this happy and full of energy. She wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy life, even if your world was quieter and different from everyone else's.

You nodded softly and squeezed her hands, offering her the warmest smile you could. You knew she was just as nervous as you were, maybe even more, although her worries came from a different place.

ON THE ROCKS.

The glowing neon sign of the bar flickered softly against the dark, snowy night. Delicate snowflakes drifted down in lazy spirals, blanketing the ground in a fresh layer of pure white. Your thick scarf was wrapped snugly around your neck, but the icy breeze still snuck through, sending a shiver down your spine and tightening the nervous knot in your stomach.

A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You turned around and found Yeji standing there, looking just as anxious as you felt. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink from the cold or her nerves, you weren't sure. She shifted from foot to foot, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her coat.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, her lips moving clearly so you could read them. "I didn't put on too much makeup, did I?" Her voice probably carried that familiar nervous tremble, and her body kept bouncing lightly with restless energy.

You gave her a warm, reassuring smile and shook your head.

You look really cute, you signed with steady hands. I'm sure Felix will think so too.

Yeji's eyes lit up. She let out a delighted squeal and pulled you into a tight, enthusiastic hug. Her warmth wrapped around you like a shield against the winter chill, and for a brief moment, her excitement made the cold night feel a little softer.

You took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the heavy nervousness settled in your chest. Your eyes kept drifting back to the bar door, heart fluttering like it was your first time doing something this bold and in many ways, it was.

The door finally opened. A cold gust of winter wind rushed in, carrying snowflakes that melted instantly on your warm cheeks. Golden light spilled out into the snowy night, and your gaze immediately found him.

Han Jisung stood behind the counter, shaking a cocktail with smooth, practiced hands. A genuine, warm smile lit up his face as he chatted with the customer in front of him. You couldn't hear the conversation, but you didn't need to. You could read the easy confidence in the way he held himself, the kindness in his eyes, and the natural rhythm of his hands as he poured and mixed drinks with effortless grace.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. For a long moment, you simply watched him, the way the warm lights caught in his hair, the small laugh that made his shoulders shake slightly, the gentle way he nodded while listening to the customer.

He looked so at ease here. So alive. And yet, the sight of him made your heart race even faster.

You had come here tonight with one goal: to finally talk to him. Not through notes or awkward gestures like the few times you'd crossed paths before... but properly. Face to face. Even if it terrifies you.

Taking one last steadying breath, you stepped inside the bar, the warmth wrapping around you like a gentle embrace as the door closed behind you.

The warmth of the bar wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, a soothing contrast to the freezing night. Soft golden lights glowed overhead, and the faint scent of sweet cocktails and warm vanilla drifted through the air. Even without sound, you could feel the gentle, cozy atmosphere through the wooden floor beneath your feet.

Yeji stayed close, her arm linked with yours as your eyes searched for him.

Han Jisung was behind the counter when he looked up. The moment his gaze met yours, he paused. A soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, gentle and a little hesitant, with a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He set the glass down carefully and gave you a small wave.

He stepped out from behind the counter, weaving quietly between the customers until he reached you both. His eyes kept flicking back to you, warm but clearly nervous.

"You're here," he said, his lips forming the words clearly and slowly so you could read them. He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, a shy gesture that made him look even softer.

He gestured towards the bar counter with a gentle motion of his hand.

"Would you like to sit here?" he asked, enunciating carefully. "It's more comfortable... I can stay close if you want."

He stepped out from behind the counter and led you both over to the bar. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were comfortably seated. Once you were settled, he reached under the counter and placed a small, clean whiteboard and a black marker in front of you.

Yeji gave your arm an excited little squeeze. You nodded, and Jisung's shy smile grew just a fraction wider. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were both comfortably seated before returning behind the counter.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the polished wood. His eyes settled on you again—steady, kind, and a little nervous. The way he focused on your face, making sure you could see his lips clearly, made your heart beat faster.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, speaking slowly and clearly. "I can make something warm to help with the cold... or anything you like. Just tell me."

His expression was gentle and sincere, the slight flush still lingering on his cheeks. He waited patiently, watching you with quiet attention, as if nothing else in the bar mattered at that moment.

You held the marker between your fingers, staring down at the whiteboard as you tried to decide what to order. Your mind felt a little foggy, caught in that familiar nervous bubble. Warm drinks sounded nice in this weather, but maybe something sweet? Or should you play it safe—

You didn't notice Felix approaching the counter until he was already standing right beside Jisung.

Felix leaned forward with his usual bright energy, waving a hand in your direction. When you didn't look up or react, a slightly confused smile crossed his face. He tilted his head, glancing between you and Yeji as if asking what's up with her?

Before Felix could say anything, Yeji quickly leaned forward and tapped his arm, and asked him to lean closer just a bit.

"She's deaf and mute," Yeji explained. "That's why she didn't greet you back. She didn't hear you."

Felix's expression shifted instantly. He gave a small nod of understanding, his smile softening into something gentler and more considerate. "Ah, got it," he mouthed back to Yeji, no awkwardness in his face at all.

Jisung noticed immediately.

He reached across the counter with gentle hesitation, his fingers lightly tipping your chin upward so you would meet his eyes. The sudden, soft touch made your breath catch. His fingertips were warm against your skin, and the unexpected closeness sent a rush of heat straight to your cheeks.

His eyes softened when they met yours. His lips moved clearly, slowly and carefully: "What drink are you getting?"

The simple question, combined with the tender way he lifted your chin, made your heart stumble. You felt completely flustered, cheeks burning, brain suddenly empty. In your panic, your hand moved across the whiteboard before you could think properly.

You scribbled Orange Juice in slightly messy handwriting.

The moment you lifted the board, you realized what you'd written and felt even more embarrassed. Orange juice? In the middle of winter? You wanted to erase it immediately, but it was too late.

Jisung's eyes crinkled with a quiet, shy smile as he read your answer. He didn't laugh at you. Instead, he gave a small nod, his thumb brushing ever so lightly against your chin before he finally pulled his hand back.

"Orange juice... coming right up," he mouthed, the corners of his lips still lifted in that gentle smile. There was a hint of amusement in his expression, but mostly warmth.

Felix, who had been watching the whole thing, raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully at Jisung, clearly teasing his friend without saying a word. Yeji covered her mouth beside you, barely hiding her delighted smile.

While Jisung turned around to prepare your orange juice, you glanced to your right. Yeji and Felix were already chatting comfortably, smiling and laughing together. You watched as Yeji confidently took out her phone and showed it to Felix.

You saw how the both of them exchange numbers and watches Felix's face lit up with a bright grin as he typed in his number. Seeing how naturally it happened gave you a quiet spark of courage.

Maybe... you can do that too.

Jisung returned shortly after, sliding a tall glass of orange juice in front of you. A soft slice of orange decorated the rim, and a gentle curl of steam rose from the warm drink. He gave you a small, shy smile and mouthed, "Here you go," before nodding politely.

You managed a grateful smile and wrote a quick thank you on the whiteboard, sliding it towards him. He read it and his smile widened just a little.

But before anything else could happen, the bar door opened with a burst of cold air and loud laughter. A group of Jisung's foreign friends walked in energetically. One girl immediately spotted him and rushed behind the counter.

"Jisung!" she called happily, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jisung hugged her back with a laugh. Soon, the rest of his friends crowded around the bar, chatting loudly and playfully with him. He became completely caught up with them, laughing, talking, and pouring drinks for the group. He didn't glance back at you. Not even once.

The courage you had felt just moments ago vanished.

You stared at the warm glass of orange juice in front of you, then looked down at your whiteboard. The words stared at you like it was mocking you which made you pause and heave a deep sigh.

Watching him smile and interact so easily with his friends, especially the girl who had hugged him so comfortably, made your chest feel tight. The words suddenly felt too bold. Too hopeful.

Quietly, you erased the sentence, wiping the board clean until only faint streaks remained. The lively energy coming from Jisung's group made you feel smaller, more out of place. You lowered your gaze to your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass as disappointment settled heavily inside you.

Yeji noticed right away. She gave your arm a soft, reassuring squeeze under the counter, but even that couldn't fully ease the anxious knot in your stomach.

Time passed faster than you expected. The warm lights and soft chatter of the bar slowly faded into the background as the night grew later. You had barely touched your orange juice after that moment, the sweetness now feeling muted on your tongue.

Yeji turned to you with a bright, satisfied smile, gently tapping your arm to get your attention.

"We should head home soon,"  Yeji spoke, smiling when you turned your head towards her when you felt her hand on your shoulder.  "It's getting late."

You nodded, offering her a small smile. You were truly happy for her, you had seen how she asked for Felix's number and how excitedly he gave it to her. The two of them had exchanged shy glances and smiles the whole night. It made your heart feel warm.

But alongside that happiness sat a heavy disappointment in myself.

You didn't manage to ask Jisung for his number. The moment slipped away the second his friends arrived, and your courage had crumbled completely. The blank whiteboard in front of you felt like a silent reminder of your hesitation.

Yeji noticed the quiet sadness in your eyes. She leaned closer, slightly tilting her head to look at your face.

"Hey... do you want me to give you Jisung's number?" she offered kindly. "I have it, and I can give it if you want. I know he wouldn't mind."

Your heart skipped. You hesitated, fingers tightening around the marker as you thought about saying yes.

"Yeji!" Jisung's voice called from behind the counter. He waved lightly at her, then glanced at you for a brief second before looking back at Yeji.

"My shift ends within 2 minutes, do you guys need me to walk you two?" he asked. "It's pretty dark and snowy outside."

Yeji's eyes lit up with a bright idea. She turned to you quickly, her expression full of excitement.

"Great timing! I don't really need someone to walk me home since I live nearby. But could you at least walk Y/N to the train station?"

Your eyes widened at Yeji's suggestion. You quickly shook your head and waved your hand in front of you, trying to refuse. The anxious fluttering in your chest grew stronger at the thought of being alone with him.

But it was already too late.

Jisung had already taken off his apron and was stepping out from behind the counter, putting on his coat. He looked at you with a gentle, patient expression, clearly waiting for you.

Your stomach dropped instantly. Nervousness flooded back in full force, making your cheeks warm and your chest tight. The thought of walking alone with Jisung, just the two of you in the quiet, snowy night, made your mind race with anxiety.

You froze for a second. Your heart was racing so loudly you could feel it in your throat. After a moment of hesitation, you took a slow, deep breath to calm yourself. You lifted your gaze and gave Jisung a small, soft smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

Then you pointed towards the direction of the train station, silently telling him where you needed to go. Jisung nodded with a shy smile of his own and adjusted the scarf around his neck, ready to walk with you.

Yeji, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't hide her grin. She let out a soft giggle, clearly pleased that her little plan had worked. She leaned in close to you one last time, speaking slowly and clearly while giving you a playful wink.

"Good luck~" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before you could protest, she gave your arm one last squeeze and happily slipped away to where Felix was waiting near the door. She waved at you over her shoulder with a bright, knowing smile as she left the bar with him.

Now it was just you and Jisung.

He stood quietly beside you, hands tucked into his coat pockets. The shy but warm look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Snow was still falling gently outside, and the night suddenly felt much quieter.

Jisung tilted his head slightly towards the door, "Shall we?"

You gave a small nod, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as the two of you stepped out of the bar together into the snowy night.

The snow fell gently around you as you and Jisung stepped out of the bar and began walking towards the train station. Each of you held your own umbrella. His was plain black, while yours was a soft cream color. The world felt hushed and peaceful under the falling snow, the streets glowing faintly under the streetlights.

You walked side by side, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. The closeness made your heart race in a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. Every few steps, you became hyper-aware of how close he was — the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the cold air, the way his arm occasionally swayed close to yours. Your mind spun with overthinking.

We're really walking together... just the two of us. Does he feel as nervous as I do? Or is this normal for him? What if I look awkward right now?

You kept your gaze mostly forward, cheeks warm despite the chilly night. The quiet between you felt both comforting and terrifying.

Then it happened.

You didn't hear the motorcycle speeding down the street. You didn't hear the roar of its engine cutting through the snowy silence. But Jisung did.

In one swift motion, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you firmly towards him. Your body pressed against his side as the motorcycle zoomed past, dangerously close to where you had just been walking. Cold air rushed by, and a light spray of snow kicked up from its tires.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart hammered wildly, not just from the near miss, but from the sudden feeling of Jisung's arm securely around your waist. His hand rested gently but protectively on your side, warm even through your coat.

He looked down at you with wide, concerned eyes. His lips moved clearly under the glow of the streetlight. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry written across his face.

You could only nod at first, still stunned. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he slowly loosened his hold, his hand hesitating for a second before letting go. He stayed close, though closer than before, as if ready to pull you away again if needed. Jisung adjusted his umbrella to better cover you both for a moment, his expression still soft with concern. Snowflakes caught in his hair and on his lashes as he waited for you to steady yourself.

After making sure you were alright, Jisung gave you a small, relieved smile. He nodded gently, as if to say let’s keep going, and the two of you started walking again under the falling snow.

This time, he didn’t let go of you. His hand slipped down from your waist and carefully caught your fingers. He held your hand gently but securely, his palm warm against yours despite the cold night. The simple action made your heart skip several beats.

You glanced down at your joined hands, feeling a rush of butterflies explode in your stomach. His grip was steady and reassuring, thumb occasionally brushing lightly over the back of your hand, almost absentmindedly, yet it sent little sparks up your arm. The closeness felt overwhelming in the best and scariest way.

Your mind spun again with nervous thoughts. Part of you wanted to pull away out of sheer shyness, but a bigger part of you didn’t want him to let go. The warmth of his hand against yours felt like the only steady thing in the quiet, snowy night.

Jisung walked a little closer to you now, making sure both umbrellas covered you properly from the falling snow. He would occasionally glance at you, checking if you were okay, his expression soft and a little shy whenever your eyes met.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The gentle pressure of his fingers intertwined with yours spoke louder than words could. Every step you took together made your heart feel both heavier and lighter at the same time, nervous, excited, and strangely safe.

The train station lights slowly came into view in the distance, glowing warmly through the snowfall. But for now, you didn’t want to think about arriving there.

The warmth of Jisung’s hand around yours made your heart race faster with every step. The feeling was too much, too sweet, too overwhelming. After walking for a few more moments, you pursed your lips together and took a deep, shaky breath.

Gently, you pulled your hand out of his grip.

Jisung startled a little, blinking in surprise as his hand hovered in the air for a second. He looked at you with wide, slightly worried eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

You turned to face him fully, cheeks burning. Snowflakes continued to fall softly around you both. With slightly trembling fingers, you took out your phone, quickly typed a message, and turned the screen toward him.

If it's okay, can I have your number?

Jisung stared at the glowing screen for a moment. Then a soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, his ears turning a light shade of red.

“How do you say ‘sure’ in sign language?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly so you could read his lips. You stared up at him for a second, heart fluttering wildly. Your cheeks felt even warmer now. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or something else entirely.

After a brief hesitation, you raised your hand and showed him the sign, making a fist with your thumb and pinky extended, then rocking it gently from side to your chin. Jisung watched carefully, then copied the motion with his own hand—a little clumsy, but sincere. He did it twice, making sure he got it right, before smiling brightly at you.

He repeated the sign while mouthing the word, “Sure.”

Then he took your phone with careful fingers and typed in his number, saving it under the name Jisung with a small smiley face beside it. He handed the phone back to you, his hand brushing lightly against yours again.

The train station entrance glowed with soft, golden light against the dark, snowy night. Snowflakes drifted down like tiny white feathers, settling gently on the ground and on the edges of your umbrellas. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth from the station behind you kept it from becoming too harsh.

Jisung stood close, his breath visible in small white clouds. After you saved his number, your phone vibrated in your gloved hand.

Jisung: Where do you live? I can walk you the rest of the way if you want.

You read the message, heart fluttering at his kindness. Your fingers moved quickly over the screen.

You: I’m okay from here. The station is safe and I’m used to going home alone. Thank you for tonight, Jisung. Really.

You turned the phone toward him. He read it slowly, his dark eyes softening. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply gave you a gentle nod, a small, shy smile touching his lips. Snow caught in his hair and on his lashes as he started to turn away.

Then you quickly typed another message, your heart pounding as your thumb hovered over the send button for a second before pressing it.

You: Can I ask you something?

Jisung: Yes?

You: How does music sound like?

Jisung stopped mid-turn. He looked down at his phone, reading your question carefully. The soft glow from the screen lit up his face as he thought deeply, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. After a few quiet moments, he began typing. His expression was gentle and sincere when he finally sent it.

Jisung: Music is hard to explain with words… but it feels alive. When it’s slow and soft, it’s like warm honey slowly pouring over your heart, or gentle waves brushing against your skin.

You stared at his message for a long time, snowflakes landing softly on your phone screen before melting away. The words made something inside your chest tighten in the sweetest way.

How does his world look when he hears music?

You tried to picture it. Jisung with headphones on, eyes closed, the usual shy and quiet boy suddenly transformed. Did the music make his shoulders relax? Did his usual careful movements become lighter, freer? Did his heart race the same way yours did when you read poetry or watched the snow fall?

Did music change him? Make him feel bigger, brighter, more alive than the gentle, reserved person walking beside you tonight?

The thought made you strangely curious… and a little envious. Not in a bitter way, but in a soft, longing kind of way. You wondered what version of Jisung existed in those moments, whether he smiled wider, laughed louder, or felt emotions so deeply they spilled out of him.

You were still lost in those quiet thoughts, imagining the version of him that music brought out when a soft vibration buzzed against your palm. Your phone lit up with a new message.

You lowered your gaze to the screen, snowflakes melting the moment they touched the warm glass. The message was simple, but it made the air catch in your throat.

Jisung: Let me in to your world, y/n.

The words made a wide smile bloom across your face. It grew so big and genuine that a soft giggle slipped from your lips before you could stop it. The sound was quiet and light, almost surprising even to yourself.

Still smiling, you looked up at him and raised your hand. You signed “sure” gently and slowly, the same gentle rocking motion he had learned earlier. Your cheeks felt warm as you did it.

Jisung’s eyes softened when he saw the sign. A shy but happy smile spread across his face as he recognized it. He gave you a small nod, looking pleased and a little relieved.

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A Romantic Concept pt 2

pairing: Felix x f!reader wc: 26 ss tags/warnings: fluff, minor angst, misunderstanding, cursing, implied panic attack, minor medical incident part one // part two // part three masterlist

Summary: When Felix needs a director of photography for his upcoming music video, Chan recommends you, his childhood friend and an aspiring cinematographer.

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VENGEANCE : featuring kim hongjoong

— DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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word count: 9k words

You were a catch. A fucking catch.

Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.

After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching band—the one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.

He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.

It wasn't unusual for Jaehyun to go a day or two without texting. You both had busy lives, you with band rehearsals and him with football practice, so you understood. Whenever he had time, he always came back to you. That was how your relationship worked: comfortable, intact, and especially intimate when you finally got to be alone together.

You never doubted him. He always reassured you so well.

Until now.

It had been a full week since the last time you actually spoke to him in person. No late-night visits to your dorm, no sneaking in through your window with that boyish grin. Just short, dry texts. And every time you tried calling him, he would pick up only to say he was "too busy with practice" and hang up after a minute.

Something felt... off.

You tried to shrug it off at first. Jaehyun was probably just exhausted from practice. You told yourself he'd text soon, that he just needed some time to himself. Three days ago, he had sent a short message saying he was going back to his father's house for a while and wouldn't be around campus. You understand.

But that was three days ago.

Now it had been two full weeks since you last saw him in person. Two weeks of dry, replies and calls that ended within a minute. The uneasy feeling in your chest grew heavier, tightening around your throat like a chokehold.

You weren't used to this. You weren't used to doubting him.

Lucky for you, you actually knew his father—Kim Hongjoong.

He was a genuine, warm man. A single father of three who somehow still looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. At 42, Hongjoong could easily pass for someone in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, with sharp, refined features and that same devastating smile Jaehyun inherited. He was kind, attentive, and had a quiet confidence that always made the air feel a little thicker whenever he was around.

If he wasn't your boyfriend's father... well, you wouldn't have let yourself think about it.

But right now, worry was winning over everything else.

You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him.

You: Hi, Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from Jaehyun properly in almost two weeks. He mentioned he was going home a few days ago. Is everything okay? Do you know where he is?

You hit send and stared at the screen, nerves twisting in your stomach. The party noise faded into the background as you waited.

Not even a minute later, your phone vibrated.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. Jaehyun isn't home right now. He said he'll be coming next week. I'm not sure why he told you he was already here...

Your stomach dropped.

He lied.

Jaehyun lied to you.

He never lied to you. Does he?

But now the doubt was creeping in, loud and ugly. Jaehyun had lied. He told you he was going home when he clearly wasn't. Why? The question twisted uncomfortably in your chest, and the fact that you couldn't even confront him made it worse. He was completely missing in action. You typed back with slightly shaky fingers.

You: Oh. I see. Thank you, Mr. Kim. If he comes home, please tell him to message me. Thank you. Hongjoong: Of course, darling. Take care of yourself, yeah? And visit here sometimes, whenever you can.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his reply. Even through text, Hongjoong's warmth came through so easily. He really was such a sweet man, a genuinely good father. The kind of man who made you feel cared for with just a few words. For a moment, the heavy weight in your chest felt a little lighter.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and let out a long breath, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts about Jaehyun to the back of your mind.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling twisting in your chest.

If Jaehyun wasn't at his father's house like he claimed, then he was probably just hiding in his dorm. That had to be it. Tomorrow, you decided, you would go see him. You'd look him in the eyes and ask what the fuck was actually going on.

The next day came by so quickly.

You baked his favorite cake. Chocolate with extra frosting, hoping it would soften whatever conversation was about to happen. With the cake box in one hand and your spare key in the other, you stood in front of Jaehyun's dorm door, heart beating heavily.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door quietly.

The moment you stepped inside, your stomach dropped. Loud, breathy female moans filled the entire dorm. The sound was unmistakable. High-pitched, needy, and very real.

He's probably just watching porn, you told yourself, trying to stay calm. He does that sometimes when he's stressed...

But something felt wrong. You walked down the short hallway, cake still in your hands, and slowly pushed open the door to his bedroom.

The sight hit you like a truck.

Jaehyun was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. A girl you didn't recognize was on top of him, riding him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned loudly. His hands were gripping her ass, guiding her movements while he groaned beneath her.

For a few painful seconds, you just stood there frozen, cake box trembling slightly in your hands.

Jaehyun's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto yours. His face went pale.

"Baby—?!" he choked out, voice hoarse. The girl on top of him let out a startled yelp and quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. You had already seen everything.

The cake suddenly felt heavy in your arms. The sweet smell that used to comfort you now turned your stomach. All the late replies. All the sudden "practices." All the lies about going home.

This is why.

"Kim Jaehyun! What the fuck!?"

The cake box slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. For a split second, everything was silent except for the girl's heavy breathing. Then your blood boils.

You didn't scream. You didn't cry. Instead, you strode forward with long, confident steps, that signature domineering aura radiating off you like ice.

The girl barely had time to react before your hand shot out. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off Jaehyun with one powerful pull. She screamed as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress.

"Get the fuck off him," you said coldly, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. She scrambled away from you, eyes wide with shock, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. Jaehyun sat up quickly, face pale and panicked.

"Babe— wait, it's not— I can explain—"

"Explain?" You let out a bitter laugh, still holding the girl's hair tightly in your grip as you glared down at him. "You lied to me for two weeks just so you could fuck someone behind my back?"

The girl whimpered as you finally released her hair with a rough shove. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like her life depended on it, slamming the door behind her.

Now it was just you and Jaehyun. He looked pathetic, naked, flushed, dick still hard and glistening from another girl's pussy. The sight made your stomach turn.

You stood tall at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at him like he was nothing more than a disappointing subordinate who just ruined the entire performance.

"Two weeks, Jaehyun," you said, voice dangerously calm. "Two fucking weeks of 'I'm busy' and 'I'm at my dad's'. And this is what you were doing?"

Jaehyun's eyes widened in panic. He scrambled off the bed, still naked, and lunged forward, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"Babe, wait— please, just listen to me! It's not what it looks like, I swear! She doesn't mean anything, it was just— fuck, it was a mistake—"

You felt his grip on your wrist like fire.

With a sharp, powerful yank, you shoved him off you. Jaehyun stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

"Don't you fucking lay your filthy hands on me!" you hissed, voice dripping with venom. "A mistake? You lied to me for two whole weeks so you could fuck some random bitch behind my back and you call that a mistake?!"

Your chest heaved with rage. Your eyes blurred as tears pooled on your eyelids, making Jaehyun shrink under your glare.

"We're done," you said coldly, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't ever call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me. Fuck off, Jaehyun."

You turned on your heels, not even sparing the fallen chocolate cake on the floor a second glance, and walked out of his room. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you slammed the dorm door behind you with a loud bang.

Tears burned in your eyes the moment you stepped outside, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not for him. You were done.

For the next week, Jaehyun wouldn't leave you alone.

He texted and called nonstop, even after you blocked him on everything. He showed up outside your classes, your band practice, and your dorm. Every time he tried to approach you, your friends were right there, ready to throw punches and shield you like bodyguards. They cursed him out and dragged you away before he could get close.

You stayed strong on the outside, but the betrayal still stung.

By the start of the second week, you thought it was finally dying down. Until one afternoon.

You had just finished band practice and were walking out of the campus gate when a girl stepped in front of you. It was her. The girl you had pulled off Jaehyun that day. She looked nervous, eyes red like she'd been crying.

"Can we talk?" she asked quietly. "Please... just for a minute."

You almost walked past her, but something in her expression made you stop. You crossed your arms, staring her down.

"Fine. Talk."

She took a shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry... I had no idea you existed. Jaehyun told me he was single the entire time. We'd been seeing each other for almost a month. He said he didn't have a girlfriend, that he was too focused on football to date anyone seriously." Her voice cracked. "If I had known about you... I would never have touched him. I swear."

She looked genuinely devastated.

"I feel sick knowing I was the other woman. I'm really, really sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. The anger you'd been carrying suddenly felt heavier. Jaehyun didn't just cheat on you. He had played both of you.

You let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through your hair.

"...Thanks for telling me," you said coldly. "At least now I know how much of a lying piece of shit he really is."

The girl nodded, looking ashamed, before quietly walking away. You stood there at the gate for a long time, the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement. The betrayal felt even deeper now.

For the next month, you drowned yourself in studies and band practice.

You threw everything you had into rehearsals, perfecting every count, every movement, every command on the field. At night, you buried yourself in books and assignments until your eyes burned. You barely slept, barely ate, and barely gave yourself time to think.

The whole campus knew what happened. The cheating scandal spread like wildfire. People whispered when you walked by, gave you pitiful looks in the hallways, and sent sympathetic messages. But you kept your chin up high, shoulders back, and that signature domineering aura firmly in place. You refuse to let anyone see you break. You were the drum major. You didn't fall apart in public.

Two months had passed since that awful day. You were in your dorm, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. It's been a while. How have you been? It's already been two months since I last heard from you. I didn't even know you and Jaehyun broke up until recently... Are you okay?

Your chest tightened. You stared at the message for a long time before replying.

You: Oh. Hello, Mr. Kim. Yeah, we broke up. I'm fine though, thank you for checking me up. Hongjoong: I'm really sorry to hear that. If you're free this weekend, why don't you come over for dinner? I'll cook. You can talk about what happened if you want to... or we can just eat and you can forget everything for a while. No pressure. I just hate the thought of you dealing with this alone, besides I know for sure whatever the reason is, it could have been my stupid son's fault.

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to say no and keep burying yourself in work. But another part, the tired, angry, emotionally drained part, desperately needed to let it all out.

You: Okay. I'll come. Thank you, Mr. Kim. Hongjoong: Great. Come by Saturday at 6? Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.

Saturday came faster than you expected. By 6:30 PM, you were standing in front of Hongjoong's house, heart beating a little faster than usual. You had chosen one of your favorite Sunday dresses. A soft, off-shoulder cream-colored dress that hugged your figure nicely but still looked modest enough. You tugged at the hem nervously, suddenly wondering if it was too much. Too pretty. Too revealing for a dinner with your ex-boyfriend's father.

You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Kim Hongjoong stood there, looking unfairly good in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile.

"You're here," he said softly, voice rich and comforting. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toe before he caught himself and looked back at your face.

"You look great. Come in, sweetheart."

He stepped aside, letting you enter. The house smelled amazing, Garlic, herbs, and something savory that made your stomach rumble.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late," you murmured.

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you came." He closed the door behind you, then gently placed a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the dining area. The light touch sent a small, unexpected shiver up your spine. "I made carbonara and grilled steak. Hope you're hungry."

As you followed him, the reality of the situation settled in. This was the first time you'd been here since the breakup. No Jaehyun. Just you and Hongjoong.

He pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, then disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine. Hongjoong sat across from you, his warm gaze never leaving your face.

"So..." he started gently, voice low and careful. "Do you want to eat first and relax... or do you want to tell me what really happened between you and my son?"

He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of quiet concern and something deeper you couldn't quite name.

"I'm here to listen to everything. No judgment."

You sat quietly for a moment, staring at the glass of wine in your hands. The warmth of Hongjoong's home and his gentle presence made the walls you'd built over the past two months feel dangerously thin.

"I... I'll tell you," you whispered. Hongjoong nodded, giving you his full attention. He stayed silent, patient, as you started talking.

You told him everything.

How Jaehyun had been distant for weeks. The constant excuses. The lies about being at his house. How you baked his favorite cake and went to his dorm with a spare key, hoping to fix things. How you walked in on him fucking another girl. How he had the audacity to lie and say it was a mistake.

The more you spoke, the more your voice shook.

"I kept myself busy for two months straight," you continued, tears already blurring your vision. "Studies, practice, rehearsals... anything just to stop thinking about it. The whole campus knew. Everyone was looking at me with pity and I hated it. I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to be in control... but he made me feel so stupid."

Your throat tightened painfully.

"I trusted him. I never doubted him even once. And he played me like I was nothing. He told that girl he was single the whole time. He lied to both of us."

The dam finally broke. A sob ripped from your chest. Tears streamed down your face as all the anger, humiliation, and pain you'd been holding in came rushing out at once.

"I feel so pathetic..." you cried, covering your face with both hands. "I'm supposed to be better than this. I hate that he still has this much power over me."

You couldn't stop sobbing.

Suddenly, you felt strong, warm arms wrapped around you. Hongjoong had moved from his seat and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. One hand gently rubbed your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

"Shhh... it's okay," he whispered softly against your hair, voice deep and soothing. "Let it all out, sweetheart. You don't have to be strong right now. Not here."

He held you closer, letting you cry into his chest as your body shook with heavy sobs.

"You're not pathetic," he murmured firmly. "You're incredible. My son is the idiot who couldn't see what he had."

Hongjoong didn't let go. He kept holding you, rocking you gently, his warmth and steady heartbeat slowly calming you down as you cried out months of pent-up pain.

"Just so you know," Hongjoong said softly, still holding you close, "I didn't raise my son to be like that. I thought I taught him well."

His voice was low and heavy with disappointment. One of his hands kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.

"I don't know where he got the idea that cheating is okay," he continued, almost to himself. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve any of this. Not a single second."

You stayed buried against his chest, your sobs slowly quieting into shaky breaths. His shirt was damp with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He smelled comforting, like warm cologne, fresh laundry, and something distinctly him.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at your tear-streaked face. His thumb gently wiped away the tears still clinging to your cheeks, his touch incredibly tender.

"Well..." you whispered shakily against his chest, voice still thick with tears, "just by how you're treating me right now... maybe it's only the looks that Jaehyun inherited from you."

Hongjoong let out a soft, surprised chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. He pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly, his hand still gently cupping your cheek.

"Is that so?" he murmured, a small, handsome smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed another stray tear from your skin. "I'll take that as a compliment then."

Hongjoong watched you with quiet intensity, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you pushed the pasta around your plate. The warm lighting in the dining room cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and the open collar of his black shirt.

He set his wine glass down slowly, the quiet clink breaking the silence.

"What do you want to do with Jaehyun now?" he asked, voice low and velvety.You stared at your plate for a long moment, the hurt and rage you'd buried for two months rising back to the surface like poison.

"I want him to learn his lesson," you said bitterly, your voice cracking. "I want it to hurt. I want him to feel even a fraction of the humiliation and betrayal he made me feel."A heavy silence filled the room.

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you carefully. Then the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a dark, dangerous smile. He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing right beside you. His tall frame towered over you as he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Then let me help you teach him," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly across your bottom lip. "We can film ourselves in bed. You and me. I'll fuck you the way you deserved. I'll make you moan my name so loudly the camera catches every desperate sound."

Your breath hitched.

Hongjoong leaned down closer, his lips hovering near your ear as his voice dropped into a husky whisper.

"Imagine it, sweetheart... My hands all over this beautiful body. My cock buried deep inside you while you're falling apart. And then we send that video straight to Jaehyun. Let him watch his own father ruining the girl he was stupid enough to cheat on." He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own burning with lust and something dangerously possessive.

"You'll be screaming for me... and he'll be forced to watch every second of it."

His fingers slid from your chin down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your skin."It's your decision," he said softly, but his eyes were anything but soft. "If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you tonight. I'll make sure my son never forgets what he lost."

You stared at Hongjoong, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

He was undeniably attractive. The way his black shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms, the sharp line of his jaw, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 42, he looked better than most men half his age. But this... this was crossing a dangerous line.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, voice shaky. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "Mr. Kim, he's still your son. This feels... wrong."

Hongjoong gave you a warm, understanding smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle gently. His hand slid from your thigh to your back, giving you a soft, comforting pat as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you.

"It's okay," he said softly, voice gentle and reassuring. "I don't like pushing things on people, sweetheart. Especially not you."

He straightened up and moved back to his seat across from you, though his eyes never really left your face. The tension in the air slowly eased, but the heat of his earlier words still lingered.

"Go ahead and eat," he added with a small nod toward your plate. "Then you can rest if you want. No pressure at all. I'm just happy you're here."

You nodded quietly and picked up your fork again, though your appetite had mostly vanished. The carbonara tasted amazing, but your mind kept replaying his proposal, the image of you and Hongjoong in bed, filming everything, sending it to Jaehyun.

For the next few weeks, Hongjoong's offer refused to leave your mind.

It lingered like a parasite burrowing deeper every quiet moment. Late at night while you tried to study. During band practice when your mind should've been focused on counts and formations. Even in your dreams, his low voice would whisper the filthy promise again and again.

You told yourself it was wrong. Disgusting, even. He was your ex-boyfriend's father for heaven's sake. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thought away, it always crawled back, hotter and more tempting each time.You decided to ignore it. Bury it. Move on.

Until one sunny afternoon.

You were walking past the football field when you saw them.

Jaehyun was sitting on the bleachers with the same girl, the one you had dragged off his cock that day. She was laughing at something he said, leaning into his side while his arm was casually draped around her shoulders. He looked... completely unbothered. Like he hadn't shattered your trust and humiliated you in front of the entire campus.

Something ugly and sharp twisted violently in your chest.Your feet stopped moving. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides.All the pain, the anger, and the humiliation came rushing back in full force. And right behind it, Hongjoong's voice echoed clearly in your head.

"If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you."

That's when you stopped hesitating.

The sight of Jaehyun laughing with that girl on the bleachers had ignited something feral inside you. No more crying. No more burying the pain. Tonight, you were going to make him regret ever laying eyes on anyone else.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the his father's house with fire in your eyes and steel in your spine. Your fist knocked firmly on the wooden door.

The door opened, and there was Hongjoong.

He looked devastatingly attractive in a simple black button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly messy, and the moment his eyes landed on you. Standing there with flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and clenched fists.

Before he could even speak, you looked him dead in the eyes and said with absolute conviction. "Let's do it."

The air between you instantly thickened. Hongjoong's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he stepped aside, silently inviting you in. The moment the door closed behind you with a soft click, it felt like the outside world had been shut out completely.

Your head started to spin.You didn't know if it was because of Hongjoong's strong, woody perfume, deep, masculine, and intoxicating, that kept flooding your senses with every breath, or if it was the sudden wave of nervousness crashing over you all at once.Your heart hammered violently in your chest. Your palms felt clammy. The reality of what you just agreed to hit you like a freight train.

"Come with me," he said softly.

His hand slid down to yours, at the flat as he guided you upstairs. The house was quiet except for the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Every step up the stairs made your stomach flutter harder.He led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The room was spacious and masculine, dark wood furniture, a large king-sized bed with crisp black sheets, and soft ambient lighting from the bedside lamps. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the same intoxicating scent that had made your head spin earlier.

Hongjoong gently pulled you inside and closed the door behind you with a soft click. Without saying a word, he guided you toward the bed, his hand resting lightly on your lower back.

"Sit down, sweetheart," he murmured.You obeyed, lowering yourself to sit at the edge of the large bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Hongjoong stood in front of you, tall and commanding, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly tender.

"Nervous?" Hongjoong asked softly, his voice low and gentle as he stayed crouched between your parted thighs.You could only nod, not trusting your voice. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. Your heart was racing so fast you felt lightheaded, and the way he was looking at you, so intense, so patient, yet so hungry, made everything feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong gave you a small, understanding smile. He rose slowly from his crouch and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing warmly against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side while his other hand came up to gently cup your face.

"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek. "This is a big step. But I promise... I'll take care of you."

He leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, letting his lips linger there. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you again, making your head spin in the best way.

"I'm not going to rush you," he whispered against your skin. "We can go slow."

His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with feather-light fingers. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his again.

"Tell me what you want," he said softly, eyes dark but patient. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Or do you just want me to hold you until the nerves settle down?" His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip as he waited, giving you full control even while his body radiated heat and barely contained desire.

The sigh that left your lips was soft and shaky the moment Hongjoong's lips met yours.It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was slow, warm, and devastatingly gentle, like he was savoring the first taste of something he had wanted for a long time. Your head instinctively leaned into him, eyes fluttering shut as a rush of heat spread through your body.

Hongjoong hummed approvingly against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours with experience, deepening the kiss gradually until you parted your lips for him. When his tongue slipped inside, tasting you, a quiet whimper escaped your throat.He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, deep, sensual, and thorough. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your thighs press together instinctively.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was slightly heavier, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire as he looked at you.

"Still nervous?" he whispered, voice husky. His thumb brushed tenderly over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.You barely managed a small shake of your head.

"There we go." Hongjoong smiled, slow and predatory, before capturing your lips again, this time with more hunger. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he guided you further onto the bed until your back gently met the soft mattress.

He hovered over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying in his bed, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes hazy with nerves and arousal. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sat back on his knees and reached for the buttons of his black shirt.

One by one, he undid them slowly, deliberately, revealing his toned chest and defined abs inch by inch. The shirt slid off his broad shoulders and strong arms, exposing his muscular upper body. He was even more impressive than you had imagined, years of quiet discipline showing in every line of his torso. He tossed the shirt aside without care.

Your breath caught.

Hongjoong leaned down again, capturing your lips in another slow, heated kiss. His bare skin radiated warmth as he pressed closer, one hand sliding up your side.

His fingers found the hem of your sundress. He sat up slightly and gently tugged the fabric upward, eyes locked on yours the entire time, giving you every chance to stop him. You lifted your hips instinctively, and he pulled the dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Hongjoong let out a low, appreciative groan as his gaze roamed over your body.

"Fuck... look at you," he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands traced your waist, then moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over the fabric. He leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, then lower, between the valley of your breasts. His fingers skillfully unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your shoulders, freeing your breasts.

"Perfect," he breathed, eyes dark.He tossed your bra aside and returned to kissing you — deeper this time, while his hands explored your now mostly bare body with slow, reverent touches.

Hongjoong kissed you like he was starving for you, his mouth claiming yours in deep, slow strokes while his hands explored your body with growing hunger. He trailed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking gently.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

He continued downward, pressing wet kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the thin fabric and started slowly pulling them down your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.

As the lace slid down your legs, Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. His voice came out low and rough, slightly breathless.

"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" His hands never stopped moving. He finished pulling your panties off and tossed them aside, then ran his palms up your bare thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could settle between them.You could barely think straight, head spinning from the sensation of being completely naked under him.

"In... in my bag," you managed to whisper, voice shaky. "By the door..."

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgment. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above your mound, dangerously close to where you were already aching for him.

"Stay right here," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "Don't move."

He stood up for a moment, giving you a full view of his sculpted torso and the obvious bulge straining against his pants. He walked over to your bag, retrieved your phone, and returned to the bed.

Hongjoong gave you one last deep kiss before pulling back, then handed you your phone with a dark, heated look in his eyes.

"Here, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding. "You're going to record this."

He helped you sit up and lean back against the plush headboard, propping pillows behind you so you were comfortable. Then he moved down the bed, settling his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His large hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs wider apart, fully exposing your glistening pussy to him.

Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the camera app on of your phone and switched it to video mode. You hit record.

Hongjoong looked straight into the lens for a moment, a wicked smirk on his lips, before his gaze dropped back to your dripping core. Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit in one long, filthy stroke. A broken moan immediately spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god..." you whimpered, hips twitching.

Hongjoong groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking gently.

"Fuck—!" you cried out, your free hand flying down to grip his hair.

He ate you out like a man possessed, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more hungry. His tongue circled your clit, flicked it, then dipped down to push inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, clearly captured by the camera.

You struggled to keep the phone steady, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through you. "Joong— ahh!" you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "It feels so good..."

He looked up at the camera again, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head, while you watched his face contort through the screen of your phone. He then slid two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tried your best to keep recording, legs trembling around his head, hips grinding against his talented tongue.

His tongue worked your swollen clit with expert precision, licking, sucking, and flicking in perfect rhythm while two thick fingers pumped deep inside your soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, all of it being captured clearly on the phone you were desperately trying to hold steady.

"Ahh—! Hongjoong... fuck!" you moaned loudly, your voice cracking.

Your head fell back against the headboard, but you forced your eyes to stay on the camera. Your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tight and hot in your lower belly.

Hongjoong groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your back arch sharply.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, lips shiny with your juices. He curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "So wet for me already."

"I— I can't—" you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his face. "It's too good... I'm— I'm so close!"

He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly while his fingers fucked you faster, deeper. Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes dark and commanding.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He dove back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with intense pressure while his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. The coil inside you snapped.

"Oh my god— Hongjoong!" you screamed, your back arching violently off the bed. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through your body, making your vision blur and your legs shake uncontrollably. You kept moaning his name brokenly, loud and shameless, as the orgasm went on and on. You didn't even know if you properly recorded the way he made you cum. It was too much for you to think about it.

Hongjoong didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering you through every pulse, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess against the headboard. Only when your moans turned into weak, oversensitive whimpers did he finally slow down. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your throbbing clit before pulling his fingers out and looking up at you with a satisfied, predatory smirk.

Hongjoong huffed a heavy, shaky breath against your soaked pussy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Your orgasm had clearly affected him just as much. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and his lips glistened with your release.

He slowly crawled up your body like a predator, hovering over you on his forearms. His muscular frame caged you in completely, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh through his pants.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from your trembling hands. He quickly tapped the screen a few times, saving the video with a satisfied hum, then tossed the phone onto the far side of the bed where it landed safely on the pillows.

Now there was nothing between you two. Hongjoong looked down at you with pure hunger, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His bare chest brushed against your breasts with every breath he took.

"Enough recording for now," he rasped, voice thick and rough. "I want to feel you properly."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist as he ground his clothed erection against your bare, sensitive pussy. You moaned into his mouth, still twitching from your orgasm. Hongjoong broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and husky, barely holding back his hunger. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you looked straight up into his eyes, fiery, determined, and needy all at once, and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him the clearest answer you could.

Hongjoong's eyes darkened even more. A low, pleased groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

"That's my good girl." He reached down between your bodies and quickly freed himself from his pants. His hard cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and flushed. He wrapped a hand around the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked slit, coating himself in your wetness.

You gasped softly at the feeling, your arms tightening around his neck.

Hongjoong pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered roughly. Then, with one slow but firm thrust, he pushed the thick head of his cock inside you.

A broken moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, groaning at how tightly your walls gripped him.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in. "You feel even better than I imagined." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as he gave you time to adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back.

The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, something in Hongjoong snapped.

He didn't hold back anymore.

With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward hard, burying his thick cock deep inside you in one powerful stroke. A loud, broken cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide open, filling you completely.

"Fuck—!" Hongjoong growled, voice raw with years of pent-up desire. "Finally..."

He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a brutal, desperate pace right away. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he fucked you like a man who had been starving for this moment for years.

"Been waiting so fucking long for this," he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "You have no idea how many nights I imagined fucking you raw in my bed."

Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips snapping against yours with raw power. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your loud moans and his heavy grunts filled the room.

Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his waist, driving even deeper. His rhythm was relentless, almost animalistic, like he was claiming you completely.

"Mine now," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braced beside your head. "This pussy is mine."

He kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder. His hips rolled with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him dragging against your walls.You could barely think, only feel the way he was ruining you so perfectly. Hongjoong buried his face in your neck again, sucking hard on your skin as he growled.

He fucked you like a man possessed, hips slamming against yours with raw, years-long hunger.

He suddenly shifted his angle, hooking your leg higher around his waist and driving deeper. He thrust hard a few times, searching, adjusting, until he found it. Your whole body jerked violently.

"Ahh—! There—!" you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

Hongjoong's lips curled into a feral smirk against your neck.

"Right here?" he growled, voice dark and satisfied. He immediately started targeting that sweet spot mercilessly. Every thrust was precise, deep, and devastatingly fast, slamming directly into the spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuck yes— take it, baby," he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he railed you without mercy. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly."

His pace was brutal now, deep, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly between your bodies as he drove into you again and again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You were moaning shamelessly, almost sobbing with pleasure, your arms locked tight around his neck.

Hongjoong buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you even harder, hips snapping with pure desperation.

"That's it," he panted, voice rough. He angled his hips again, making sure every thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge at an overwhelming speed.

"You're getting so fucking tight again," he groaned, almost snarling. "Gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

Hongjoong kept slamming into that perfect spot with ruthless precision, his hips moving in a fast, deep rhythm that left you completely undone. Your eyes suddenly rolled to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Your entire body tensed violently beneath him.

"I'm— I'm cumming—!" you sobbed brokenly, voice cracking.

Your walls clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as your second orgasm crashed through you even harder than the first. A loud, shameless moan tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed while your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

The way your pussy squeezed him so tightly, almost begging him to cum with you, finally pushed Hongjoong over the edge.

"Fuck— baby!" he growled loudly, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your spasming pussy, filling you up completely as he kept grinding into you, riding out both of your orgasms.

His body trembled above yours, hips twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name against your neck like a prayer. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed. Hongjoong stayed buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting and covered in sweat.

"Shit..." he whispered hoarsely, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. "You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that." He gave one last slow thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you, then stayed there, savoring the warmth of your body wrapped around him.

Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily in the quiet aftermath.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and gently collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing softly against your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint beating of his heart against your chest.

Hongjoong was the first to move. He pressed slow, lazy kisses along your neck and jawline, then finally lifted his head to look at you. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were softer now, warm, almost tender.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice hoarse from exertion. One of his hands came up to gently brush strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

You could only nod weakly, still dazed and trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. Your arms remained loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

Hongjoong smiled softly, a small, genuine smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He leaned down and kissed you, slow, deep, and full of affection this time, completely different from the raw hunger earlier.

Hongjoong stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, savoring the warmth and the way your walls still fluttered around him. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out with a low groan.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your swollen pussy onto the sheets. He watched it for a second with dark satisfaction before looking back at your face.

"Stay still, sweetheart," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't move. I'll get you a glass of water."

You nodded hazily, still floating in a blissful, post-orgasm daze. Your body felt heavy and boneless against the mattress.

As Hongjoong got up and walked out of the room, completely naked, you reached over to the other side of the bed where he had thrown your phone. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up.

The video was still there.

Without giving yourself time to overthink, you opened your messaging app, found Jaehyun's contact, and attached the video. Your thumb hovered for only a second before you hit send.The message delivered.

You stared at the screen, heart pounding. A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared... then stopped. Then appeared again.

Finally, a message came through.

Jaehyun: What the fuck is this?

Another message followed almost immediately, his panic clear even through text.

Jaehyun: Is that... my fucking dad?! Jaehyun: Are you seriously fucking my DAD?!

You didn't reply. You smiled .A slow, satisfied, almost wicked smile spread across your lips as you scrolled through the flood of texts Jaehyun had sent in the last few minutes.

Jaehyun: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Jaehyun: You're seriously fucking my DAD just because I made one mistake?! Jaehyun: This is so fucked up. You're disgusting. Jaehyun: Delete that shit right now. I can't believe you'd stoop this low. Jaehyun: Answer me you fucking bitch.

Every angry, desperate message made the smile on your face grow wider. You could practically hear him shouting through the screen, the panic, the rage, the disbelief.

You were still smiling when Hongjoong returned with a glass of cold water in his hand. He paused at the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of you, naked, flushed, and glowing, sitting up in his bed while scrolling through your phone with a satisfied little smirk on your face.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Did you already send it?" he asked, walking over to the bed. You looked up at him and nodded slowly, biting your lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face.

Hongjoong let out a low, rich chuckle, clearly pleased. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and handed you the glass.

"Here, drink up," he said softly.

You took the glass and drank the rest of the water slowly while he watched you with dark, affectionate eyes. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand.

He leaned in, cupping your jaw gently as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips.

"Good girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice laced with satisfaction. "Now come here."

Hongjoong pulled you back down onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your body and tucking you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, one hand lazily stroking your back.

"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, holding you close. As you drifted off in his warm embrace, your phone buzzed one last time on the nightstand. You smiled against Hongjoong's chest and closed your eyes. Revenge had never felt so good.

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