SITRI

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

[hanjinology]

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[hanjinology]

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[hanjinology]

drabble — jisung and his habit of wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your hair while he use you like fucktoy.

The tension had been building all evening—Jisung’s lingering touches, the way his eyes kept darkening every time they landed on you, the low, teasing promises he’d whispered against your neck while you tried to finish dinner. Now the dishes lay forgotten as he finally had you where he wanted.

He’d stripped you down and positioned you on the bed without a word, guiding you onto all fours with firm hands. The cool sheets pressed against your palms and knees while heat pooled low in your belly. Jisung knelt behind you, his bare chest warm as he leaned in, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

His hands roam your body with possessive hunger, sliding over the curve of your waist and gripping your hips tight enough to leave faint marks. He’s already buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, stretching you open with every slow, teasing roll of his hips.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous edge of dominance. “All dripping and ready for me.”

You whimper softly, pushing back against him, craving more. Jisung chuckles darkly at your eagerness. Then his hand moves, slow, deliberate, up the smooth line of your spine until his fingers sink into your sleek black hair. The strands are still slightly damp and silky from earlier, slipping coolly between his fingers before he gathers a thick fistful.

He wraps your hair around his hand once, twice, until it’s snug like a leash. With a firm, controlled tug, he pulls your head back.

Your back arches sharply, a gasp tearing from your throat as the stretch ripples down your spine. The new angle forces your chest off the mattress, breasts swaying heavily with every breath. Jisung groans at the sight, his free hand pressing down on your lower back to keep that perfect, vulnerable curve.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Arch for me, baby. Just like that.”

Without warning, he snaps his hips forward—hard. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as he starts pounding into you. Each thrust is deep, powerful, and merciless, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The grip on your hair keeps you locked in place, forcing you to take every brutal inch while your body trembles.

Pleasure and the sharp sting on your scalp blend together, sending sparks down your nerves. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, the flex of his abs against your ass with every savage thrust, the way his balls slap rhythmically against your soaked folds. Your slick coats his length, making every slide smoother, wetter, louder.

Jisung leans over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he keeps that tight hold on your wrapped hair. “Hear how wet you are for me?” he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out. “Such a good little slut, letting me use you like this.”

Your arms shake, fingers twisting into the sheets as he drives into you relentlessly. The pull on your hair keeps your head tilted back, exposing your throat, making every moan and whimper fall freely from your lips. Tears of overwhelming pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop—you need more.

He shifts slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. His pace becomes punishing, hips slamming forward with raw strength, the bed creaking beneath you. The hand in your hair tugs a little harder when he feels you clenching around him, drawing a broken moan from your throat.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he breathes, voice strained with his own pleasure. “Come on, baby. Let go while I’m buried so deep inside you.”

His words, the relentless pounding, and the firm, possessive pull on your hair push you right to the edge. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, then snaps—your whole body shaking as you come hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering. Jisung groans loudly, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, fucking you through every wave until he finally spills deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.

He holds you there for a moment—hair still wrapped around his fist, body pressed against yours—both of you breathing hard in the heated silence.

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[hanjinology]

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[hanjinology]

drabble — jisung and his habit of wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your hair while he use you like fucktoy.

The tension had been building all evening—Jisung’s lingering touches, the way his eyes kept darkening every time they landed on you, the low, teasing promises he’d whispered against your neck while you tried to finish dinner. Now the dishes lay forgotten as he finally had you where he wanted.

He’d stripped you down and positioned you on the bed without a word, guiding you onto all fours with firm hands. The cool sheets pressed against your palms and knees while heat pooled low in your belly. Jisung knelt behind you, his bare chest warm as he leaned in, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.

His hands roam your body with possessive hunger, sliding over the curve of your waist and gripping your hips tight enough to leave faint marks. He’s already buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, stretching you open with every slow, teasing roll of his hips.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous edge of dominance. “All dripping and ready for me.”

You whimper softly, pushing back against him, craving more. Jisung chuckles darkly at your eagerness. Then his hand moves, slow, deliberate, up the smooth line of your spine until his fingers sink into your sleek black hair. The strands are still slightly damp and silky from earlier, slipping coolly between his fingers before he gathers a thick fistful.

He wraps your hair around his hand once, twice, until it’s snug like a leash. With a firm, controlled tug, he pulls your head back.

Your back arches sharply, a gasp tearing from your throat as the stretch ripples down your spine. The new angle forces your chest off the mattress, breasts swaying heavily with every breath. Jisung groans at the sight, his free hand pressing down on your lower back to keep that perfect, vulnerable curve.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Arch for me, baby. Just like that.”

Without warning, he snaps his hips forward—hard. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as he starts pounding into you. Each thrust is deep, powerful, and merciless, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The grip on your hair keeps you locked in place, forcing you to take every brutal inch while your body trembles.

Pleasure and the sharp sting on your scalp blend together, sending sparks down your nerves. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, the flex of his abs against your ass with every savage thrust, the way his balls slap rhythmically against your soaked folds. Your slick coats his length, making every slide smoother, wetter, louder.

Jisung leans over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he keeps that tight hold on your wrapped hair. “Hear how wet you are for me?” he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out. “Such a good little slut, letting me use you like this.”

Your arms shake, fingers twisting into the sheets as he drives into you relentlessly. The pull on your hair keeps your head tilted back, exposing your throat, making every moan and whimper fall freely from your lips. Tears of overwhelming pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop—you need more.

He shifts slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. His pace becomes punishing, hips slamming forward with raw strength, the bed creaking beneath you. The hand in your hair tugs a little harder when he feels you clenching around him, drawing a broken moan from your throat.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he breathes, voice strained with his own pleasure. “Come on, baby. Let go while I’m buried so deep inside you.”

His words, the relentless pounding, and the firm, possessive pull on your hair push you right to the edge. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, then snaps—your whole body shaking as you come hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering. Jisung groans loudly, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, fucking you through every wave until he finally spills deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.

He holds you there for a moment—hair still wrapped around his fist, body pressed against yours—both of you breathing hard in the heated silence.

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[channlust]

Test Drive ִֶָᐟ

Or: you hadn't planned for your car to start acting up on your way back home near midnight. paying your really hot mechanic a vist wasn't planned, not tonight anyway. what you also hadn't planned was getting bent over the hood of your own car by said mechanic (that one was planned, but that's besides the point)

Warnings: MDNI!! 2.5k-ish pwp, oral (m rec.), piv, exhibitionism, talks of cars i have no clue about, reader is lowkey a bimbo, both of them are pervs, barely proofread

You pulled into the lot at 11:48 pm, the engine of your car giving one final, pathetic shudder before falling silent. The heavy metal shutter of the garage was halfway closed, cutting the interior light into a sharp, slanted rectangle on the asphalt.

Just as you killed the ignition, the heavy thud of boots echoed near the entrance of the garage. Chan stepped out, squinting at you, his lips twitching upward when he realized who it was. He left the shutters open and signaled you to pull in.

You’d been here three times in the last two months alone. Once for a brake pad squeal that probably didn't exist, another for an oil change you could have done yourself, and now this. but who could blame you? he's hot and he doesn't overcharge you.

Each visit was kept professional enough, a formal exchange of "Yes, mr. bang" and "No, thank you, ma'am" that served as a flimsy curtain over the heat building between you.

You liked the way he looked at you and you liked the way he played along, keeping the professionalism intact while his eyes tracked the movement of your hips every time you stepped out of the driver's seat.

“My car has a bit of a temper,” you say, leaning back against the door with a slow, stretch that pulls your shirt tight across your chest. You watch his gaze dip, tracking the movement, before his eyes snapped back to yours again.

You’ve played this game for months - the truth is, you don't give a damn about the engine, you just want to see if he’ll finally stop calling you 'ma'am' and start calling you something else.

“Temper, huh?” Chan , a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he steps into your space “Well, let’s see what’s got you so worked up.” He gestures for you to pop the hood, and as you pull the lever, he leans over the engine bay. The movement pulls his work shirt tight across his shoulders, the fabric straining against the muscle of his back.

“knew that sound wasn’t right,” he mutters, poking a finger toward a ruptured vacuum hose. He winces, the expression tightening his jaw as he realizes the rubber has completely perished, leaving the engine gasping for air.

He doesn't look at you, but you can see the muscle in his cheek twitching. He’s focused now, sliding right back into work as he reaches for a wrench, his knuckles rapping against the metal with a heavy thud.

You don't move from your spot, leaning your hip against the fender and watching the way his biceps bunch and ripple under that gosh darn tank top.

He’s working with a slow, methodical precision, his large hands moving with a surprising lightness as he detaches the faulty part, and you make sure to let out a soft, appreciative hum.

“Done,” he says after a few minutes of working. He wipes his hands on a rag, his eyes finally locking onto yours.

He lets the rag drop onto the engine block with a dull thud, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before he clears his throat. “That’ll be eighty bucks for the part and the labor. Plus a little extra for the midnight call out fee.”

You let out a soft, teasing tsk, shifting your weight so your hip brushes against the warm metal of the car. “Eighty? For a little piece of rubber? You’re getting greedy, Mr. Bang.” You tilt your head, “I might have to find a more affordable shop.”

“You could try,” he chuckles, shrugging “But I don’t think anyone else in this city is gonna give you the kind of... personal attention I do.” He's moving closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the garage lights, casting you in a heavy, suffocating shadow.

You don't back down. Instead, you reach out and trail a finger along his arm. “Maybe we can... negotiate the price. I’m not sure I have eighty on me right now...”

you did have eighty on you. probably.

“Well, I am a businessman, sweetheart, Why don’t you show me exactly how you plan on convincing me?”

and that was all you needed to hear.

you let your gaze drop to the heavy buckle of his belt, then slowly sank to your knees. You keep your eyes locked on his, watching the way his breath hitches and his posture stiffens.

Your fingers find the button of jeans, popping it open n' sliding the zipper down, revealing the tight stretch of his boxers. He’s already half-hard, a heavy, pulsing weight straining against the fabric.

you press your palm flat against the length of him, circling the head with your thumb, teasing the bead of moisture leaking through the cotton.

“Fuckin’ tease,” Chan grunts, his voice cracking. He lets out a low, jagged moan that vibrates through the air, his head tilting back as his hips give a reflexive, involuntary twitch toward your hand.

You reach inside, hooking your fingers into the waistband and pulling him free. He springs out, thick and pulsing, the skin flushed a deep, hungry red.

You wrap your fingers around the base and pump him twice, in a slow, firm motion that draws a long, satisfied sigh from his throat.

Then you take him.

The moment your lips slide over the crown, he lets out a choked sound, his hips jerking forward. “Now we’re talkin’,” he rasps, the words barely coherent.

You take your sweet time swirling your tongue around the ridge, savoring the salt and the heat, before sliding your mouth down the length of him. You use your hand to pump the base while your mouth creates a vacuum, sucking him deep until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

Chan’s hands make theirway to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands and guiding your rhythm. He lets out a jagged sound, his hips starting to roll in a slow, desperate search for friction. “God, you’re… you’re fuckin’ killing me,” he rasps, the words breaking.

You don't let up. You use your palm to cup his heavy balls, squeezing lightly as you suck the length of him, your lips creating a tight, wet seal that has his eyes rolling back.

His breath becomes a series of short, sharp hitches. his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his expression one of pure, concentrated hunger. “Right there… juuuust like that,”

And then fingers tighten in your hair, not giving you a warning as he rams deep into your throat, forcing a muffled gasp from your lungs.

Your eyes water as he bottoms out, his thick head hitting the back of your throat with a heavy, blunt force that makes you gag. You choke, a wet, strangled sound echoing in the quiet garage, but you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into it, your throat stretching and molding around his girth, taking every single inch of him.

and that does it for him. his eyes are squeezed shut, “I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans, a jagged, desperate sound that vibrates through his entire frame.

Then his body stiffens, a violent shudder racking his broad shoulders as he lets out a loud, shaking moan. You feel the first hot, thick surge hit the back of your tongue, a heavy pulse of heat that fills your mouth. your tongue swirling around the head to milk every last drop out of him, listening to the sound of his ragged, uneven breathing.

His large hand slides from your hair to the nape of your neck, fingers curling tight as he hauls you upward. You stumble into him, breathless and flushed, and he crashes his lips against yours.

It’s messy, a starving kind of kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim every inch of you, before he abruptly breaks away.

He doesn’t give you a second to even catch your breath, because with a sudden, powerful movement, he spins you around.

“Changed my mind,” he rasps, “I think I need a lil’ more convincing.”

And you feel him.

Hard.

He’s already hard again.

It’s impossible, really, but the thick, pulsing length of him is jamming right into the cleft of your backside. You can feel the dampness of your own arousal soaking into your panties, the slickness leaking out and gluing the fabric to your skin.

he reaches down, pulling down your pants down in one go, “Look at that” he's hooking two fingers into the side of your underwear and ripping them aside with a satisfying snap. “Dripping for me already. You’re a mess, sweetheart.”

You let out a shaky, breathy laugh, arching your back to press yourself firmer against his thigh. “Maybe you just… work too fast, Mr. Bang,” you tease, “I can’t keep up with you.”

“Oh, you’ll keep up,” he rasps, his hand sliding forward to find your clit, rubbing it in a heavy, circular motion that makes your knees buckle.

his hands plant onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin with a bruising intensity that anchors you in place. there is no slow buildup, he simply lines himself up and sinks into your wet cunt in one heavy, devastating shove.

The air leaves your lungs in a sharp, strangled wheeze. You’re stretched wide, your walls stretching as he bottoms out, filling every single corner of you until you feel like you might actually split. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your forehead slapping against the metal of the hood as your vision goes white.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice a distorted wreck. He stays buried for a second, letting you feel the sheer, throbbing scale of him. “takin' it like a champ”

Then he starts moving.

He sets a harsh, punishing pace from the get-go, each thrust a heavy t that echoes through the space around you. You’re being hammered into the hood, your breath coming in jagged, sobbing gasps.

“Please—” you manage to choke out, your fingers clawing at the paint, leaving streaks that you'd probably crash out over later.

“Please what, baby? Tell me,” he rasps, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder all while he drives deeper, “Tell me how it feels to have me stretch you out like this.”

“It’s — too much — oh god!” You let out a loud, uncontrolled moan that bounces off the high ceilings of the garage, the sound echoing through the empty lot outside.

Chan’s eyes darken at the sound of your voice carrying, and without missing a beat, he shifts his grip. One of his palms slides from your hip and clamps firmly over your mouth, sealing your cries against his skin in a little "Mmph—!"

He leans in, his chest crushing on your shoulder blades, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Shh,” he rasps, “You're being way too loud, sweetheart. Someone might hear just how much you like being used like a little toy on your own car.”

The mere suggestion of an audience makes your insides seize, tightening around him in a sudden, involuntary spasm, your walls clamping down on him. The sensation is so intense it draws a sharp hiss of air from his lungs, his hips momentarily locking as he feels you literally trying to swallow him whole.

“Oh, you like that,?” he breaths, his voice dropping to a whisper. palm still pressed firm to keep your whimpers trapped. “The thought of someone walking in and seeing you bent over your hood, taking every inch of me while you can’t even make a sound. You’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you, baby?”

His hand slides from your mouth, the sudden rush of air making you gasp, his fingers wraping around the column of your throat instead.

He’s hitting a rhythm that has your vision swimming. Every slam is a thunderclap in your lower belly, sending sparks shooting up your spine. You can feel the tension coiling in your gut, a tight, humming coil that’s seconds away from snapping.

“I’m— I’m gonna—” you sob, your voice breaking into a high, thin wail. You arch your back, trying to push back against him, “Chan, please— m'cumming”

“Yeah? You’re gonna break for me?” he rasps, his voice a ruined shred of its former self. “Do it. Fuck, just do it, baby. I’m right there— I’m right there with you.”

A loud, shattered moan of his name rips from your throat, vibrating through your entire frame as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you.

At the exact same moment, Chan lets out a groan, his body locking into a rigid line. He rams into you one last time, his hips stuttering to a dead stop as he floods you, the hot, heavy pulses of his release hitting your cervix in thick bursts.

For a long minute, the only sound in the garage is the synchronized, ragged gasping. You stay slumped over the hood, your muscles twitching in the afterglow, feeling the slow, steady drip of combined fluids sliding down your thighs and onto the floor.

Chan slowly pulls back, the wet, suctioning sound of his exit echoing in the silence. He stays close, his chest still heaving against your back, as he looks down at the glistening mess leaking out of both of you, painting a silver trail across your skin. He lets out a low, impressed whistle.

“thirty percent off, hm?" he's back to pushing in slow, agonizingly deep rolls that grind him against your sensitive walls.

“fourty,” you command.

“One more round n’ I’ll make it sixty”

a/n: okay listen skz in uniform raise your hand if you agree

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[hanjinology]

drabble — chan who is willing to answer anything you asked him.

You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.

"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.

You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"

"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"

Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"

Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.

"Chan—"

"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.

He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.

"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.

Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.

"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.

His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."

The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.

"Chan—I'm gonna—"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.

You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.

Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.

You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.

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[starlostjisung]

oh, we're live together

pairing: lee know x reader

genre: established relationship; smut

wc: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex; light dom!minho; fingering; thigh riding; orgasm denial; edging; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: the rumours about you and minho have been around for a while, you never confirmed them and he never denied them. all it takes is one livestream together for everyone watching to realise the rumours were true and to leave them wanting more

live: unfiltered series

this fic is the second part of this one however it could be read as a standslone (this is the only exception of the event)

“okay, you ready?”

a few weeks and dates and livestreams and some more dates had led to this - your first livestream together. you’re sitting on minho’s lap, your back pressed against his chest and his cock pressing against your ass, both of you completely naked and ready to start.

you nod your head, trying to appear calm, but you can feel your pulse hammering inside your chest. minho kisses the curve of your shoulder and then leans to tap the button on the screen, finally starting the livestream. the camera only catches your bodies from your necks down, filling the frame with your breasts, your stomach and the sight of your thighs on top of his thick ones. 

as soon as you’re on, the chat explodes.

user69: holy shit it’s them

aussielord: fuck this is gonna be insane

cumslut: i knew those rumours of them being together were true

the donations start rolling in before either of you even moves and the number of viewers climbs fast. 

“looks like everyone’s been waiting for this, huh?”, minho says, “well, the good news is that we’re about to give you exactly what you want”

his hand starts moving then, his fingers going from the base of your throat down between your breasts, pausing there to brush each nipple until they are so hard it almost hurts you. he continues moving his hand lower before it settles at your waist, his touch possessive but guiding at the same time.

he moves his hand between your thighs and then spreads his legs a bit beneath you, forcing yours apart with the help of his hand, until each of your knees hooks over his thighs. your cunt opens completely to the camera, your slick folds glistening and your clit already swollen and begging to be touched.

dirtypup: fuck look how wet she is already

maknaeontop: spread her legs more

edgequeen: i wanna be her pls

“see how they’re watching you? how they can tell you’re dripping for me?”, minho says as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his fingers moving to trace your lower lips without pushing inside yet, “they’ve been dying to see your pussy up close again. and now it’s here, spread open on my lap”

you move instinctively, your hips rolling to chase his touch, your ass grinding back against his cock and he groans softly.

“i- i-”, you say as a moan escapes your lips.

“shhh, no, no. easy there”, he says, his voice dropping into that commanding tone he uses during his livestreams, “i decide when you get more, kitten”

he moves two of his fingers and finally parts your folds, circling your entrance before he sinks both of his fingers inside you. he starts curling them inside you as his thumb focuses on your clit, circling it with his thrusts. 

“that’s it”, he says against your ear but loud enough for the stream, “take my fingers like the good girl you are. let everyone see how tight you are, how you’re soaking my hand”

your head falls back against his shoulders and your hips start moving again, rocking down onto his fingers. the camera shows everything - the way your cunt stretches around his fingers, how your juices coat his skin, how you’re dripping down onto his thighs, how your clit is throbbing visibly under his thumb.

“i- m-more… i need more”, you manage to say, your voice breaking with another moan.

quokkjone: the princess wants more, add another finger

minho hums and then obliges without hesitation, adding another finger inside you, the stretch burning you but your cunt clenching so hard around it you’re sure you’re gonna come any minute now. 

“o-oh, god, i-i need more”, you say, your hips never stopping, chasing the friction, anything he would give you.

“fuck, listen to that”, he says, his voice rough with desire, “so wet for me. i’m sure you can all hear the sounds her pussy is making while i fuck her with my fingers”, he says to the people watching you, and you’re so lost in your own pleasure you almost don’t hear him.

your thighs tremble over his and your orgasm starts growing faster and faster. your hands move to his thighs for leverage as you try to ride his fingers more. his free hand comes up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand continues working between your legs. 

“you’re close already, aren’t you, kitten?”, he asks you now, his voice low and knowing, “i can feel you squeezing my fingers. you’re gonna soak my hand, aren’t you?”

you nod frantically, too lost in everything he’s doing to form words. your walls keep clenching around his fingers, your orgasm building, about to break, but then, he stops. his fingers still completely inside you, buried to the knuckles but not moving anymore. your desperate whines fill your room, your hips bucking uselessly in a helpless attempt against his frozen hand.

“no, p-please, no. why? what did-”, you say, turning your head towards him but he kisses you quickly, making you stop, his tongue sliding past your lips to swallow every broken sound you make.

“shh, no, not yet, kitten”, he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and firm against your lips, “you don’t come until i say so”

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, dragging them out of you. your thighs tremble over his as he shifts beneath you, his hands gripping your waist and turning you around on his lap until your back faces the camera, your ass and the mess between your legs fully exposed to the people watching you now.

you press your breasts against his chest and now his cock is between your bodies, its tip glistening with precum and fully on display for the viewers. minho’s hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he leans in to speak against your ear again.

“didn’t you say you wanted to ride and soak my thighs? come on, kitten, do it now”

his words send another rush of heat through you, and you feel yourself dripping again. you shift forward obediently, you’re sure you would do anything he told you to do at this point. you straddle one of his thick and muscled thighs and then lower yourself until your dripping cunt meets his skin.

“f-fuck”, you gasp, throbbing your head back at the contact.

your folds part around the muscle there and your clit drags along his leg as you begin to rock your hips. each grind leaves a shiny trail of your arousal smeared across his thigh, the wet sounds growing louder with every pass. your breasts press against his chest, your nipples brushing against his skin with every movement. 

minho’s cock stands rigid between you, twitching visibly on camera as you ride his thigh. your hand reaches down to wrap around it, your fingers curling around the tip, but his hand catches your wrist before you can do anything else. 

“no”, he says, “i’ll do that. you focus on making a mess on my leg”

he lets your wrist go and wraps his own hand around his cock, beginning to stroke from base to tip, matching the rhythm of your grinding and every time his fist slides upwards, his precum wells at the tip and drips down over his knuckles. 

midnightwolf: fuck look at her grinding on him

maknaeontop: his thigh is soaked already

princessonline: stroke it slower, let her watch

artprince69: she’s dripping everywhere, i’m gonna come from watching this

minho’s free hand moves to your ass, encouraging you to press down harder. your clit drags over the firm muscle again and again, each pass sending sparks racing up your spine. you moan louder now, the sound mixing with the wet slide of your cunt against his skin and the sound of his hand working his cock. 

“listen how wet you are”, he says, his lips brushing your temple, “they can see every drop you’re leaving on me. keep going, just like that, kitten. show them how needy that pretty pussy is”

you answer with another moan, your hips moving faster, grinding down and making your clit throb. your hands move to his shoulders as you ride his thigh with desperation now. minho’s strokes on his cock grow firmer now and every few strokes he pauses at the tip, his thumb swiping over to spread the precum before sliding back down. 

“this feels s-so good”, you say and then you lean to kiss him, your mouths meeting as your hips never stop moving.

strongspear: fuck they’re so hot together

edgequeen: she’s about to come on his thigh

minho breaks the kiss only to press his forehead to yours, his breathing hard just like yours.

“i can feel you getting close”, he says.

you nod your head frantically, your hips stuttering as you chase the edge, your orgasm building fast again but then, his hand leaves his cock to grip your hip, stopping your movements completely.

“but not yet”, he says again, “i told you you don’t get to come until i say so”

another broken whine slips from your throat, your walls clenching and fluttering around nothing. your clit throbs from your denied release and fresh arousal drips down his thighs. his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you off his lap with ease. he moves your bodies sideways on the bed so the camera can catch everything from your necks down to your feet, your naked bodies fully visible, every curve and movement on display.

you’re on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, and then minho climbs over you, settling between your spread legs. he leans down to kiss you, but the moment your lips part for him, he pulls back just enough to tease you, hovering so close you can feel his breath. you chase his mouth, lifting your head, but he pushes you back down with one hand on your shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.

“stay there”, he says, his voice firmer now.

his hands move to your knees, gripping and spreading you wider until your thighs are stretched open, your dripping pussy completely soaking the sheets under you. he leans in again, this time letting the kiss land. his lips move against yours, hard and deep, while his hips shift forward. his cock nudges against your entrance, pressing slowly inside as his tongue slides against yours until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. 

cumslut: the’re actually fucking on cam

user69: holy fuck look at that it’s so hot

minho groans into your mouth, his hips drawing back before thrusting forward again, setting a steady and deep rhythm. each stroke drags his cock along your sensitive walls, already overstimulated from your previous denials. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper as your moans spill out between kisses.

“fuck, y-you’re so tight”, he breathes against your lips, “taking me so well, kitten”

you moan louder, your hips lifting to meet each thrust, “i-it feels so good… don’t stop, p-please”

his pace quickens, your hips snapping harder against each other as the camera captures every single detail - the way his cock disappears inside you, how your cunt clings to him, how your breasts bounce with each thrush, his hand sliding between your bodies and finding your clit, making your back arch.

“listen how wet you are, soaking my cock while everyone watches us”, he growls, thrusting deeper even though you didn’t know that was possible, “you love this, don’t you, kitten?”

“y-yes, fuck, yes-”, you gasp, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm grows again.

aussielord: this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen

maknaeontop: look how she’s taking him fuck

minho’s thrusts grow rougher, his thumb moving faster on your clit now.

“come for me, kitten”, he says, his voice strained, “come on my cock while they watch us”

his words send you over and your orgasm crashes through you hard as you squeeze his cock, your whole body shaking. minho groans loudly and then he breaks too, his hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

you both collapse together, both of you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat. minho stays buried inside you for a bit before he pulls out, a mix of your releases dripping from your pussy onto the sheets. 

“it was our pleasure. we’ll see you very soon, you freaks”, minho says as he reaches over and ends the livestream, the screen going dark.

he turns back to you, his mouth capturing yours again, his lips hungry and needy against yours. you moan against them, your hands moving to his hair, pulling him closer to you, as you bite his lower lip, making him groan against your mouth.

“and you…”, he says, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips, “don’t think i’m done with you”, he says before he kisses you again, “you’re going to do that again on my other thigh…”, he says and you feel yourself getting wet again, the idea making you moan against his lips once more, “like the good kitten you are for me”

and with that you know that even though the livestream is done, the night is far from over.

a/n: the live: unfiltered series is finally here!! i'm so excited for you all to read them and what a way to start!! you all loved our cam!minho so he had to come back to kick this off hip hip 🥳 next up we have (in the words of han jisung) our very own big boy changbin so you better get ready for that 🙂‍↕️

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[hanjinology]

drabble — chan who is willing to answer anything you asked him.

You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.

"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.

You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"

"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"

Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"

Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.

"Chan—"

"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.

He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.

"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.

Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.

"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.

His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."

The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.

"Chan—I'm gonna—"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.

You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.

Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.

You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.

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[hanjinology]

SHARING IS CARING... OR WHATEVER : featuring lee minho & christopher chahn bahng

— idol bf!lee minho x fem!reader x idol!bangchan in which you found yourself in between the hands of two men you admired the most. a simple fleeting conversation with your boyfriend about how concerned you are for their leader turns into something both you and chan wouldn't be able to forget for the rest of your lives.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, three-some, voyeurism, use of vibrator, praising, size kink, dom!bangchan, dom!leeknow & submissive!reader, scratching, size difference, intense make out session, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 3k words

The air in the room hung thick and heavy, like a weight pressing down harder than any noise could. You curled up on Minho's lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist like a familiar trap. But his mind was far away, lost somewhere else.

A deep frown line cut across his forehead, a clear sign his thoughts were stuck on one person: Bang Chan. The leader of Stray Kids, the guy who carried the whole group's world on his back, was breaking under their endless schedule. And Minho felt every bit of that weight too.

You ran your fingers along the tight line of his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles knotted up under your touch. "He's not sleeping," you said softly, cutting through the quiet. "I saw him yesterday. His hands were shaking, Min. He looked so worn out, like he was falling apart."

Your words hit him like a spark.

Minho's whole body went stiff. His hands, which had been resting lightly on your hips, suddenly gripped hard, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you even closer. The warm spark in his eyes vanished, replaced by a dark, sharp stare that held you right where you were.

"And when did you start talking to him?" he asked in a low growl.

You rolled your eyes, a mix of annoyance and fondness for his over-the-top reaction. “Well, no one else seems willing to cook for him,” you replied casually, tracing small circles on Minho's chest with your finger. “So I invite him over sometimes. I just… tried talking to him more.”

A low, warning rumble shook in his chest. "So you like him?" The question floated there, like a trap with no safe way out.

"Of course I like him," you sighed, shaking your head. "He's kind, and he always watches out for everyone. Why wouldn't I?" You tilted your head, giving him a look. “And don’t act like you didn’t practically force him to talk to me. It was painfully obvious.”

"At first, I thought he hated me, though. Every time I tried to chat, he'd get this tight look on his face, like it pained him."

You scrunched your nose, mimicking the expression.

A deep, knowing laugh rolled through Minho's chest. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the sensitive curve of your ear. "God, I love how clueless you are," he whispered, his hot breath sending chills racing down your spine.

Before you could snap back, his mouth crashed onto yours.

It wasn't a soft kiss. It was a takeover. His tongue pushed in, claiming every inch, tasting you deeply until you felt lightheaded and out of breath. Kissing Minho was like sinking into an ocean of heat. He poured everything into it until you were lost, gasping for air.

Your fingers tangled in his thick, soft black hair, holding tight as his hands explored your body with slow, bold moves. They slid down your back, over the round curve of your ass, and stopped at the edge of your shorts. His fingers slipped under the fabric, and a soft, winning chuckle escaped him when he felt nothing but smooth, bare skin.

"No panties, baby?" he murmured against your puffy, kissed-raw lips, his voice thick with hunger.

In one quick, strong lift, he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, thighs squeezing his sides. The room spun in a haze, and then your back hit the cool, fresh sheets of the bed.

He peeled off your clothes with quick, skilled hands. Thrilling and a little scary in how easy he made it seem. Soft leather straps circled your wrists, tying them tight to the headboard slats above your head. More straps bound your ankles, spreading your legs wide open, leaving you totally exposed and at his mercy. Your slick folds bare, your body trembling with need.

You were so caught up in the dizzy rush of his kisses, the overwhelming force of him, that you hardly noticed how helpless he'd made you.

A sharp gasp ripped from your throat as something cold, hard, and perfectly smooth pressed against your wet, aching pussy. A low buzz started vibrating through you, a steady pulse that shot waves of hot pleasure right to your core, making your clit throb and your inner walls clench.

Your knees trembled. Your back bowed off the bed as the toy pushed in slowly, inch by inch. A thick, unyielding shaft that stretched you wide, filling you up until you could barely breathe.

"B-baby... wait, no—" Your plea came out as a weak whimper, swallowed by the thick air. You tugged at the straps on your wrists, but it was useless. He just watched, eyes dark with raw satisfaction, as he gently stroked your cheek. His soft touch a wild contrast to the invading buzz overwhelming your body, making your hips buck uncontrollably.

The doorbell rang suddenly, sharp and loud, making you jolt. Your eyes snapped open in panic, heart pounding. Someone at the door? Right now?

But Minho just grinned, a wicked twist of his lips that promised trouble. He left the toy buried deep inside your pulsing heat, its buzz a nonstop tease driving you wild, as he got up from the bed. The pleasure built so fast and fierce that you couldn't hold back the loud, broken moans spilling from your lips. Raw sounds of desperation echoing in the room.

It felt like forever in that sweet agony before the bedroom door creaked open again. Minho wasn't alone.

The second you saw Chan's face—eyes wide with shock, mouth hanging open as he stared at you—you wanted to disappear. You tried to hide your face, to squeeze your thighs shut, to sink into the bed. But the straps kept you pinned, legs spread wide, body shaking. Your naked skin glistening with sweat, your swollen pussy on full display with the toy's base humming between your slick lips.

"Min, I think I should—" Chan started, his voice rough and shaky as he tried to look away, to give you some privacy. But he couldn't tear his eyes off you. Off the way your body twisted and arched. Off the shiny wetness coating your thighs. Off the vibrator buried in your tight, dripping hole.

"Go? Don't be silly, Chan-ah. Come in," Minho said smoothly, pointing to the armchair he'd set up right at the foot of the bed for the best view. He leaned down, lips grazing your ear, his voice a low, owning whisper. "Be a good girl now, darling. If you keep making those sweet little noises, what will our guest think?"

Chan moved like he was in a dream, dropping into the chair. From there, he had a clear, filthy view of your spread-open pussy. Lips puffy and slick, the toy buzzing inside you, your clit swollen and begging for touch. You saw the worry and shock fade from his face, replaced by something dark, hungry, and full of want. He craved to be the one breaking you, pulling those needy cries from your throat.

"So..." Minho started, his tone way too casual, like you weren't whimpering and close to tears right there. "About the new track layouts?"

They dove into their meeting, voices droning on about schedules and duties. Words you couldn't even grasp. Your world narrowed to the endless buzz throbbing in your core, the ache in your shoulders from the tight straps, the hot burn of shame from being watched like this, your body on display like a toy.

Time blurred into waves of aching bliss. At some point, a desperate, humiliated part of you just wanted relief. Someone to move the damn thing, to give you more, to fill you with something real and warm.

"Oh? Looks like our girl just came from cock-warming a toy," Minho said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming.

How could you not? The idea of Chan's intense gaze on you, watching you squirm and beg, had tipped you over. A fresh rush of shame mixed with thrilling want washed over you as your body clenched and released, juices soaking the sheets.

While you still twitched and pulsed from the orgasm, Minho reached down casually. His fingers gripped the toy's base, twisting it, shoving it deeper, then pulling it out just a bit in a teasing rhythm that made your over-sensitive walls scream with too-much pleasure.

A choked sob burst from you as the overstimulation turned sharp and burning. "You have such a pretty voice, darling. That was so fucking hot," he praised, pride dripping from his words.

Chan looked ready to snap. His knuckles turned white gripping the chair arms, jaw locked tight, a muscle jumping in his cheek. Minho eyed him with a smug, winning spark. He knew he'd gotten what he wanted.

"You know, Channie," Minho said, voice dropping to a sly whisper. "Y/N said she likes you."

Chan's head jerked up. He shook it in silent denial. No way you'd want him, not with Minho around.

"Ask her yourself. If you don't believe me." Minho teased, like poison wrapped in silk. 

Chan's throat bobbed, but no words came. He looked wrecked, his cool front in pieces.

"Chan!"

Your scream of his name, desperate and sweet, froze him. "I... I want you." The words tumbled out as a broken whisper, pushed by Minho's hot breath in your ear, his good girl whispers urging you on.

In a flash, Chan was at your side. He cupped your face, grip firm but careful, tilting your tear-streaked, puffy eyes to meet his fiery stare.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough and needy. He had to hear it, to know this wasn't just his imagination. "Tell me exactly what you want."

As if to speak for you, Minho thrust the toy hard and deep. The jolt of pleasure-pain tore a final, clear cry from your lips.

"Yes! I want you to fuck me, please!"

A slow, pleased smirk spread over Minho's face. That was all Chan needed. His long fingers moved fast, undoing the leather straps from your wrists and ankles. The cool material sliding off your hot, flushed skin. He lifted you with surprising power, like you were weightless, positioning you until you straddled his lap, your dripping pussy hovering just above his hard, straining cock.

You winced as the toy finally slid out, leaving a sudden, empty ache that made your head spin from all the overwhelming buzz. The next thing you knew, Chan's hands were all over you. They roamed across your chest, grabbing and squeezing your full breasts, his mouth chasing after to leave sharp bites that stung and wet sucks that soothed the red marks on your soft skin. You glanced down at the man under you, his light blue hair standing out against his dark eyes, burning with raw lust.

Minho didn't stay back. He slid in close behind you, his body pressing against your back as his hands joined the mix. He cupped your ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard while his lips found your neck, sucking and biting to leave his own hot marks that made you shiver. His fingers dipped between your thighs from behind, teasing your slick entrance alongside Chan's touches, spreading your wetness and making you gasp from the double attention. 

"That's it, jagi," Minho murmured in your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Show him how good you feel."

"Oh, Chan!"

Hearing his name spill from your lips made his whole body go tense. You were both so wrapped up in the heat of it all, lost in the close, sweaty closeness, with Minho adding to the fire by grinding against you from behind. He was happy about it. This wasn't just about sharing his pretty girl; it was about helping the man he admired most, like a brother. After years fighting side by side in the same tough world, Chan was family. Minho's loyalty ran deep. He'd follow him anywhere, just like you'd follow Minho. Without a question.

Chan's arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you down as the thick, swollen head of his cock nudged against your wet, sensitive entrance. Your pussy still slick and pulsing from before. With one hard thrust, he drove himself deep inside you. A rough groan ripped from both your throats at the intense feel of it. He was so thick and long, stretching your tight walls wide, like he was tearing you open in the best way, filling every inch with hot pressure.

Minho stayed right there, his hands roaming your body as Chan thrust. He reached around to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you that made your back arch. His other hand slid down to rub slow circles on your clit, matching Bang Chan's rhythm and doubling the overwhelming sensations. You moaned louder, caught between them, their bodies pressing you tight in a haze of heat and need.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Chan growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough and strained. Your body squeezed around him on its own, clenching hard at the deep invasion. You tried to speak, to beg for what you craved, but you were totally under their control, drowning in a fog of heat and need. The slick slide of his cock, the teasing pressure from Minho's fingers, the burn in your core.

You reached up, your hand shaking as you cupped Chan's face. Your touch was soft and caring, almost too gentle, and it nearly shattered him.

"Fuck," he choked out. "Baby, you're driving me insane."

He started moving, pulling almost all the way out, his cock dragging against your inner walls, before slamming back in balls-deep. The sharp smack of skin on skin echoed through the room, mixing with your desperate cries and the wet sounds of your bodies connecting. He built a brutal rhythm, hips snapping up into you hard and fast, and you felt the deep rumble of his groans vibrating in his chest while your whimpers filled his ears. The air thick with the salty scent of sweat and sex.

Minho kept pace, his fingers working your clit faster now, slick with your arousal, while he leaned in to capture your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, swallowing your moans as Chan's thrusts rocked you between them. The combined touches pushed you higher, your body trembling from the overload of pleasure from both men.

Your body turned against you, twisting and grinding back against him as pain and wild pleasure twisted tight in your belly. He noticed your struggle and thought you were hurting, so he eased up, slowing to gentler, careful strokes that teased more than satisfied.

"No!" you cried out, heart pounding. "Faster, please!" You begged, even though your muscles burned and screamed. You needed it rough, needed him to take you apart.

You clawed your nails down his back, leaving red scratches that made him hiss from the sharp sting. Taking that as his green light, he let go of all control. He ramped up the pounding pace, no longer handling you like fragile glass. You could feel his cock throbbing deep inside, his muscles tensing. A clear sign he was right on the edge. In that haze, he seemed to forget you weren't really his to own.

Minho grinned at the sight, his hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly, adding a possessive edge that made your pulse race. He whispered praises in your ear, "Good girl, taking us both so well," while his fingers kept circling your clit, building the fire even hotter as Bang Chan's thrusts grew wilder.

His climax crashed over him like a wave. His cock twitched and pulsed, flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum as he kept thrusting, his hips jerking wildly. He wasn't quiet about it; a deep, owning growl of mine vibrated in his chest, followed by your name whispered like a desperate wish.

But Chan wasn't done. Not even close. He stayed buried inside you, his eyes dropping to where your bodies met. Watching his cum leak out around his softening cock, mixing with your juices in a sticky mess. He wanted to see you totally wrecked, falling apart for him.

In one quick move, his hand shot down, his fingers replacing Minho's. You let out a high-pitched, teary sob as his thumb pressed right on your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nub. He worked it with purpose, eyes locked on your face as it twisted in bliss, watching every make face you do with how his fingers worked on your swollen clit. The pressure building fast, your hips bucking against his touch.

Minho leaned in again, his mouth latching onto your breast, sucking hard on your nipple while his hand teased the other, pinching just enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure through you. The extra stimulation from him made everything more intense, your body caught in their shared rhythm.

"Say my name," Chan ordered, voice low and commanding.

You did, his name a shaky whisper on your lips, breath hot and ragged.

That sound pushed him further. He used the slippery mix of cum and your wetness to stroke your clit harder, faster. Fingers slick and relentless. Driving you straight to the brink. This was it. Your peak hit like a storm. Your vision blurred to white, body shaking hard, legs locking around his arm as waves of pleasure ripped through you, your pussy clenching and soaking his hand.

As you floated down from the high, body still jerking with little aftershocks, something clicked for Chan. He finally got why you had such a hold on Minho. You weren't just a pretty face or a warm body to fuck. You were a true lover. You gave everything, and the pure joy on your face in those moments was addictive. A sharp stab of jealousy hit him. Minho saw this every day. The flushed cheeks, the satisfied glow, the way you melted into bliss.

How long had that been going on?

Chan wanted it too. He craved being the one to see that look in your eyes every single day.

"Hey, now. Don't look so down," Minho's voice broke the quiet, like he could read his thoughts. "One day with her isn't enough to satisfy anyone."

A slow smile spread across Chan's face as it sank in. This wasn't the end. It was just the start.

a/n: so if you guys remember, i did a poll about this not too long ago. i actually have finished this up for quite some time now, but i just can't find the timing to post it because of the amount of series i have to update. HAHAHAHAHA crazy right? but anyway! here it is. this is not the usual length of fic i write, but! i hope you like this one! < 3

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[hanjinology]

haii heloo!! im new to stayblr (i think i joined one or two days ago?? i dont remember) and i just wanted to say i lovee ur work soo muchh !! (,,>ヮ<,,) i want to be moots but im wayyy too shy to ask..ㅠㅠ

AWEE. THANK YOU ANON. please don't be shy to ask me to be moots. i love to have new moots to interact. i might be barely here the past few weeks but my work is about to be finish. and i can't wait to spend time with everyone again.

[grungeham]

certified loser.

summ: one ignored boyfriend, one game console, and forty-three minutes of pathetic yearning is all you need to know jisung is losing his mind.

⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!mean!reader, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart), kissing, teasing, lots of whining and whimpering, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk jisung, multiple rounds, hair pulling, scratching, tit playing, breeding kink, overstimulation, piv, creampie, unprotected s*x, soft ending ⋆ words: 2.9k

a/n: comeback so good it revived me from the ashes. final exams were killing me, but holy shit if i tell you i entered in a flow state during an all-nighter and i wrote peak. i couldn’t decide if i wanted a pussydrunk jisung or a sex-addicted jisung, so why not have both in one? 😋

jisung had been staring in your direction for so long that he'd given up pretending he was actually studying.

his laptop was still sitting open on the desk, the document due tomorrow casting a pale glow across his face. the cursor blinked halfway through an unfinished sentence, as if it were still waiting for him to remember what the hell he'd been trying to write nearly an hour ago.

every time he managed to force himself to look at the screen for more than a few seconds, he'd end up looking back without even realizing it, his gaze always landing in the exact same place: on you.

you'd claimed half of his bed like it had always belonged to you, completely oblivious to the absolute mess you were making of both his head and inside his sweatpants.

his console rested comfortably in your hands while you absentmindedly made your way through the game he'd recommended weeks ago, during one of those movie nights where he'd insisted you had to try it because “he knew you'd love it”.

every now and then you'd shift around, just like you did now, folding one leg onto the mattress and sinking a little deeper into the pile of plushies you'd called "ridiculously adorable" a few weeks back.

the movement was tiny, almost absentminded, but it was enough for the hem of your skirt to ride a few inches higher up your thighs, letting jisung steal a glimpse of your lace panties.

and jisung had to remind himself that he was supposedly a fully functioning adult who was failing miserably at both parts of that description considering he couldn't do a damn thing about the painfully hard, needy erection straining against his sweatpants.

he let out a defeated sigh, dragging a hand through his messy hair before letting his head fall back against the worn-out gaming chair. sigh after sigh escaped him, none of them enough to make you look up.

"you're doing that again," your voice came without warning, soft, laced with that teasing, almost mocking tone you always used with him.

jisung's head snapped up immediately, sitting straighter in his chair. his big doe eyes met yours for barely a second before realizing you weren't actually looking at him at all, you were still focused on your game as though the conversation didn't deserve your full attention.

"d-doing what?" he mumbled, his voice nervous.

"sighing all pathetically because you want my attention," you said simply, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

the silence that followed was short and painfully humiliating.

jisung looked away toward the shelf crammed with comics and collectible figures, as though one of them might magically offer him a less embarrassing answer or maybe enough courage to actually admit what he wanted while you sat there looking so effortlessly indifferent.

he could've sworn his cock twitched inside his pants the moment he watched you shift again, giving him an even better view that only managed to fuck with his head even more.

he cleared his throat, awkwardly pushing his glasses up with one finger to buy himself a few extra seconds of courage, though the embarrassed look never left his face.

"i-i'm... bored," he muttered quietly.

"uhm... what a shame,” your voice stayed perfectly neutral, even if the tiny smile lingering on your lips completely ruined the act.

a muffled whine escaped him as he slumped even farther into his chair. a pout settled on his face beneath an impressively deep frown.

he looked exactly like a grumpy cat that had just been denied attention.

"you're mean to me sometimes," he admitted, sounding almost childishly offended.

and yet, despite the complaint, a rush of heat shot straight through his body the second you glanced up for just a moment and laughed quietly to yourself.

"if you're bored, find something to do, jisung."

he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, letting both hands rest on his thighs. his lips parted as he searched for something clever to say or maybe enough words to beg for a second of your attention.

"i... wanna do something..." he hesitated, already regretting saying it. "b-but it depends on you."

you spared him another brief glance, studying his nervous expression as though looking for some clue about whatever it was that had him trembling in anticipation.

you raised an eyebrow curiously before turning your attention back to the screen again, like it wasn't all that important.

"what do you want, jisung?"

silence immediately settled between you.

jisung opened his mouth and closed it, then sighed in defeat all over again. he tried to organize his thoughts, but his mind kept circling back to the ache between his legs from simply having you sitting a few feet away.

your expression shifted ever so slightly when you noticed how much he was struggling with whatever was running through his head.

and there was something deeply satisfying about realizing he'd gotten so hopelessly lost in you that he couldn't even put into words the exact thing you'd been waiting all afternoon for him to ask.

"i just..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "...c-can i... do something for you?"

you paused the game, setting the console aside before finally looking at him properly. a slow smile spread across your face. not mocking, not surprised.

the smile of someone whose suspicions had just been confirmed.

"come here,” you patted the mattress beside you.

jisung was already on his feet before he'd even fully processed the command, making your smile widen just a little more.

only seconds later he was kneeling on the bed in front of you, cheeks burning bright red, hair thoroughly messed up from running his fingers through it all evening, those huge puppy eyes fixed on your face as he waited.

that devoted look did dangerous things to you. you felt heat bloom low in your stomach as you watched him struggle to keep his eyes on your face.

you spread your bent legs a little wider on the mattress, giving jisung a better view. your skirt rode up just enough that nothing stood in his way anymore.

his eyes dropped almost instinctively before meeting yours again. the blush slowly spread across his cheeks, tinting even the tips of his ears, and he swallowed hard. his expression tightened when another pulse of arousal shot through him at the mere thought of touching you.

"if you want it that badly..." you settled more comfortably against the pillows. "quit dancing around it and do what you came here to ask for."

his eyes immediately found yours again. you knew he was silently thanking you, completely stunned, unable to put together a single coherent thought now that his brain had practically melted under the weight of everything he was feeling.

his trembling fingers brushed against your legs, gently stroking your warm, soft skin. then he settled both hands carefully over your thighs.

"i-i'm sorry... c-can you spread your legs a little bit more... p-please?" his voice came out quiet, shaky, completely lost.

you obeyed slowly, never once breaking eye contact. you grabbed the hem of your skirt and lifted it all the way up while spreading your legs until your knees brushed against the mattress.

and jisung didn't waste another second.

he leaned down until his face hovered only inches away from your warmth, letting out a shaky breath against you. a shiver raced through your body, drawing a soft whimper from your lips.

his fingers dug a little deeper into your smooth skin, partly to keep you where you were and partly because he needed something to hold onto before he completely lost the little sanity he had left.

that resolve shattered the moment his thumb brushed over your panties and immediately felt the dampness soaking through the fabric.

his head snapped up, his wide doe eyes sparkled with pure disbelief. the air caught in his lungs as he slowly stroked over the damp fabric before clumsily pushing your panties aside with barely concealed desperation.

"c-calm down, hannie..."

you breathed unevenly, your brows knitting together slightly.

but he couldn't, not anymore. he buried himself between your thighs before he could stop himself. a high-pitched moan echoed through the room the instant his tongue dragged desperately through your wet folds.

your hands immediately found his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands before giving them a gentle tug.

"i told you to calm down, d-damn it,” your voice came out strained with pleasure.

he ignored you completely. instead, he sank in even deeper, licking and sucking at your entrance with a hunger that looked ready to consume him whole.

you could feel every warm breath against your cunt. his tongue worked like it was his last meal. his lips wrapped around your clit and his muffled moans vibrated straight through you.

"so good..." he barely pulled away enough to whisper it, his voice rough. "mmmh- do you like it, jagi?"

you nodded immediately, tugging on his hair once more as another wave of pleasure rolled through you.

moans spilled helplessly into your palm, your eyes rolling back as jisung found the perfect rhythm between pushing his tongue inside you and worshipping your clit with those swollen lips.

it was absolutely fucking with your head. unable to fight the heat building violently in your stomach any longer, your hips started moving instinctively against his mouth.

you were practically fucking his face, and all he could do was bury himself even deeper against you, chasing nothing but the chance to please you until the very last second.

his face was completely flushed, sweat beginning to bead across his skin while spit dripped from his chin. his glasses had fogged up and slipped crooked on his nose.

“need you to come on my face, p-please…,” he begged between shaky breaths, his voice rough and low. “want it so bad, fuck…”

his grip tightened around your thighs the second he felt you start trembling beneath his touch. you could hear him whine against your pussy, pouring every ounce of himself into making you come without letting himself do it in the process.

carefully, he let go of one of your thighs, bringing his thumb up to rub slow circles over your clit while his mouth kept fucking your entrance, sucking and licking without mercy.

“jisung, wait, s’too much…” you whimpered between tiny sobs. “m’gonna come-”

you felt him shudder violently at your words, never slowing down even as his swollen lips were starting to go numb.

when the heat finally became unbearable, your mind went blissfully blank. you pushed him harder against your pussy, keeping him there until you came with a guttural moan, barely muffled by the small pillow beneath your head.

“yeah... just like that, just like that,” he murmured through breathless pants.

jisung kept working you through it gently until you had completely come down, your release slowly soaking into the red sheets beneath you. but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. if anything, a proud little smile spread across his face as he looked up at you with nothing but adoration.

while you were still trying to catch your breath, your eyes caught the small wet patch staining the front of his sweatpants. a tiny smile tugged at your lips, making jisung blink in confusion before letting out a helpless whimper when you lightly pressed your foot against the outline of his erection.

“need more, hannie?” you asked shamelessly, your voice dripping with arousal.

he winced at the painful pleasure, overwhelmed by the desperate need to bury himself inside you, to finally feel you wrapped around him, milking every last bit out of him. the thought alone pulled another quiet whine from his lips.

“if you want something, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart,” you teased.

unable to take it anymore, jisung shoved both his sweatpants and underwear down in one quick motion, kicking them somewhere across the room where they couldn't possibly matter right now. he hissed as the cool air hit his flushed, aching erection.

your gaze settled on him, watching him slowly stroke himself while looking at you with hopeful eyes. you let out a quiet laugh at how utterly pathetic and needy he looked before giving him a small nod.

“go ahead, jisung.”

an audible whine was all you got in return. his fingers brushed against your wet pussy as he awkwardly lined himself up. he shot you one last nervous glance before pressing his swollen tip against your warm entrance, gasping loudly at the suffocating heat.

you whimpered the moment you felt him pushing inside, his cock slowly stretching you open until the head nudged against your cervix in one smooth thrust. your back arched off the bed, your toes curling as pleasure washed over you.

“oh my god- you're so tight,” he gasped, his voice shaky with disbelief. “i-i could cum right now... shit- you're perfect, made for me...”

jisung buried his face in your shoulder, his breathing uneven. one hand stayed firmly planted on your waist while the other clumsily kneaded one of your breasts, messy and desperate.

“j-jisung...” you whimpered into his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “you wanna cum inside me...?” you whispered sweetly, your voice barely steady.

jisung let out another broken whine against the pillow beneath you, nodding with burning cheeks. his hips bucked into you on instinct, completely overwhelmed by the warm, wet grip of your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“oh fuck, yes, baby. you're so warm.” he left a small bite on your shoulder, completely drunk on the feeling. “wanna cum inside you so bad... let me fill you, pleasepleaseplease-”

you whimpered along with him as jisung started thrusting in and out of you over and over again, his movements frantic and completely uncoordinated.

the wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against your soaked pussy and sliding perfectly back inside filled the room. your nails dug into his back as he kept hitting your cervix over and over, your eyes stinging from how overwhelming it felt.

“god, you're so- fuck- can't stop, s'too much,” he whined, his voice cracking into something high-pitched and broken.

his pace only got faster, pulling all the way out before driving himself deep inside you again and again. your muffled moans against the pillow blended with his desperate noises and the incoherent curses spilling from his lips.

“oh god, wanna stay buried in your pussy, fuck you like this every day,” he mumbled against your damp skin, panting, completely gone. “holy shit, baby... i'm- i'm gonna-”

“you're doing so good, hannie...” you whispered, your mind hazy and your throat sore from all the moaning. “do it. please... come inside me. fill me completely-”

his hips fell into a shaky rhythm, every thrust messy but deep. his hands grabbed at your breasts needily, mesmerized by the way they bounced every time he pushed back inside you. he felt completely dizzy, hopelessly overstimulated by how perfect you looked taking him.

“babe, m'gonna-”

his cock twitched inside you, pulsing. jisung's fingers dug into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he came hard inside you, filling you little by little. it was a heavy load, more than you could fully take, and you could feel it slowly spilling back out, coating both of you in the process.

the room settled into a comfortable silence, heavy but warm. you could feel your muscles slowly unclench, your heartbeat finally beginning to slow, sleep already creeping in around the edges.

jisung was practically lying on top of you. not gracefully, not even romantically. or maybe it was romantic. he just seemed physically incapable of existing more than a few inches away from you, like he'd actually die of sadness if he had to.

one arm stayed wrapped around your waist while he buried his face into your shoulder, completely relaxed. you could feel his fingers lazily combing through your hair.

he honestly looked like a cat that had finally found the perfect spot to nap.

“you're crushing me,” you mumbled, even though your voice came out soft, almost fond.

jisung didn't move an inch, still absentmindedly stroking your hair.

“mhm,” he hummed, letting out a peaceful sigh. “i love you so much, y'know?”

he lifted his head just enough to look you in the eyes. his hair was a complete mess, his glasses halfway down his nose, and the most ridiculously happy expression had taken over his face.

you stayed quiet for a second, feeling warmth spread across your cheeks at something so simple and somehow so meaningful. you reached up to smooth his hair back before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“you're so clingy,” you whispered against his mouth, smiling when he let out a tiny, offended little noise.

he immediately tucked his face back into your shoulder again, shifting just enough to make sure his still-sleepy body weight wasn't bothering you too much. he looked completely unbothered, like your teasing had stopped getting to him.

“i love you too, jisung,” you whispered into his ear, your voice quiet but certain.

your nails began tracing slow, familiar patterns across his back, exactly the way you knew he loved. you could've sworn you heard something dangerously close to a purr every time your fingers brushed over his skin. he left a couple lazy kisses against you before letting out the softest laugh, ridiculously happy over something as simple as those four little words.

and for the first time all afternoon, jisung looked completely, utterly satisfied. and not because he'd won anything, but because, after chasing it all day he finally had exactly what he'd been looking for from the very beginning: you.

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[hanjinology]

CHROME HEARTS : featuring christopher chahn bahng

— bf!bangchan x fem!reader in which, chan has always been the most patient person you know. well, not when you are such a fucking brat and keeps on pushing all of his buttons, he would unleash his beast, and punish you accordingly.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, brat-taming, spanking, choking, degradtion, heavy bdsm, size kink, brat tamer!bangchan, breathe play, size difference, intense make out session, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

One thing Chan hates the most is when you get obnoxiously snappy with him.

Normally, you're incredibly sweet, cuddly, and clingy whenever you're together. You love pressing yourself against him, stealing kisses, and wrapping your arms around his waist like you never want to let go.

Well that's when you are not on that specific time of the month where your monthly cycle is about to begin and you become all irritated and pissed. Chan always tells you to use your words, to tell him what's bothering you or what you need so he can take care of it. But during these days, you get extra hard-headed and refuse to listen.

That's exactly why you're here right now.

You're kneeling between his spread legs at the foot of the bed. Chan sits tall above you, wearing nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His chiseled chest and abs glisten with a light sheen of sweat, rising and falling with every calm breath he takes. Your eyes are locked on the shiny silver cross pendant dangling from his necklace, swaying gently between his pecs.

One of his strong hands is buried in your hair, gripping a tight fistful at the roots. The cold chrome hearts rings on his fingers press into your scalp, sending a delicious sting across your head. With his other hand, he holds the end of his Chrome Hearts belt like a leash, the smooth black leather wrapped snugly around your throat like a collar.

"My eyes are up here, bunny," Chan said, his voice deep and teasing.

He gave the belt a sharp tug, yanking the leather tighter around your throat. The sudden pressure cut off your air for a split second, forcing a choked, needy moan to spill from your lips. Heat instantly flooded your body as your thighs clenched together, your pussy already throbbing from the rough treatment.

Chan leaned forward slightly, looking down at you with dark, amused eyes. His fingers stayed buried in your hair, keeping your head tilted up toward him.

"So... are you ready to talk now?" he asked, his tone low and calm, but carrying a clear warning. "Or is that little attitude of yours still there?"

"Shut up," you snapped, voice still sharp despite the collar and the way your scalp burned. "I do not have an attitude."

Chan let out a low, dangerous chuckle. The sound sent a shiver down your spine.

"Sure you don't bunny." He mused, slowly tilting his head. "You've been biting my head off all day. Snapping at me when I asked if you ate, throwing my hoodie on the floor when I told you to put it away, and now you're talking back with my belt around your pretty little throat."

He gave the leather another firm tug, cutting your air off for a longer second this time. Your eyes widened, a broken whimper slipping out as your hands instinctively flew up to grip his thigh.

When he finally loosened it just enough for you to breathe, you were panting.

"Still wanna keep lying to me?" he asked, voice deceptively soft. "Or are you going to tell me what's actually wrong so I can fix it?"

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to admit you were irritable because your period was coming. He wanted you to ask for help, to let him take care of you like he always did. But the bratty part of you that always came out during this time refused to back down.

"Nothing's wrong," you hissed, even as tears of frustration and arousal stung your eyes. "Just leave me alone if you're so bothered by me."

Chan's expression darkened.

Wrong answer.

In one smooth motion, he stood up from the bed, towering over you. The belt around your neck pulled you forward until your chest was pressed against his leg. His sweatpants did nothing to hide how hard he already was.

"You want me to leave you alone?" he murmured, voice low and cold. "That's cute."

He loosened the belt from your throat just enough to slide it off, only to immediately wrap the leather around his fist. With the same hand still fisted in your hair, he dragged you up and shoved you face-down onto the bed.

Your cheek hit the sheets as Chan kicked your knees apart, settling behind you. He leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear.

"Since you can't use your words properly," he growled, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air, "I'll fuck the attitude out of you until you remember how to talk to me."

You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your dripping entrance, sliding through your slick once, twice, teasing you cruelly.

"Last chance, bunny," he warned, voice dark. "Tell me what's wrong... or I'm not letting you cum until you're crying and begging."

You bit your lip hard, still stubborn, still snappy even with your pussy clenching around nothing. Chan clicked his tongue.

"Brat."

Chan didn't give you any time to adjust.

He pulled back almost completely, only to slam back into you with a brutal snap of his hips, ramming his thick cock deep inside your soaked pussy in one punishing thrust. The force made your whole body jolt forward, a sharp cry ripping from your throat.

"F-fuck—!" you gasped, but the sound was immediately cut off as he set a merciless pace.

Chan started ramming into you hard and fast, each thrust deep and aggressive, the wet sound of your pussy taking every inch echoing obscenely in the room. His hips slapped loudly against your ass with every brutal snap.

"That's it," he growled, voice low and rough. "Take my cock like the brat you are."

His hand left the back of your neck only to fist tightly into your hair. He yanked your head back sharply, forcing your back into a deep, painful arch. Your neck strained as he pulled you up, your tits bouncing hard with every violent thrust.

At the same time, he released the belt completely. Before you could even catch your breath, his large hand wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing firmly into your skin. The cold Chrome Hearts rings dug into your neck, the hard metal biting deliciously into your flesh as he squeezed.

Your eyes widened, then started to cross as the intense pleasure mixed with the sudden pressure on your throat. Chan kept ramming into you without mercy, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you with every savage thrust.

"Ah—ahh—Chan—!" Your voice came out broken and choked.

He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air for a few long, dizzying seconds. Your breathing stopped completely as stars burst behind your eyes. The lack of oxygen made everything sharper, the stretch of his cock, the sting in your scalp, the brutal way he was fucking you.

Your eyes crossed fully, tongue slipping past your lips as your mind started to go blank from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and pressure. A pathetic, gurgling moan vibrated against his palm.

Chan leaned closer, lips brushing your ear while he kept pounding into you relentlessly.

"Look at you," he hissed, voice dark and mocking. "Eyes fluttering like a dumb little slut. All that attitude and now you can't even breathe properly."

He loosened his fingers just enough for you to suck in a desperate, gasping breath, only to squeeze again right after, rings pressing harder into your skin. Your pussy clenched violently around him, gushing slick down your thighs from the heady mix of pain and pleasure.

Chan kept ramming into you with deep, punishing strokes, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he fucked you harder, driving his thick cock into your dripping pussy without mercy.

His hand stayed wrapped tight around your throat from behind, the cold Chrome Hearts rings digging harshly into your soft skin with every squeeze. He tugged your hair harder, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, your body bent perfectly for him.

Your eyes were fluttering close, rolling back as the brutal pleasure mixed with the choking pressure. For several long seconds, he cut off your air completely. Your mouth fell open in a silent, desperate cry, teeth sinking on your lower lip slightly as your vision sparkled with white spots. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, gushing slick down your thighs from the overwhelming sensation.

Just when your head started to feel light and floaty, Chan loosened his grip just enough for you to drag in a ragged, gasping breath.

"Fuuuck— Chan—!" you choked out, voice hoarse and broken.

He immediately tightened his fingers again, rings pressing deeper into your throat as he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.

"Wrong name," he growled, voice low and dangerous. His hips never stopped their brutal pace, cock slamming into you so hard your knees kept sliding on the sheets. "Try again, bunny. Who's fucking this tight little pussy right now?"

You couldn't think straight. Your visions are blurry, tears slipping down your cheeks as he kept choking you in short, dizzying bursts while he railed you mercilessly. Every time he squeezed, your brain went fuzzy with pleasure, your walls fluttering wildly around him.

"Daddy—!" you finally sobbed out, the word slipping out broken and needy when he loosened his hand again. "Daddy, please—!"

Chan let out a satisfied hum and rewarded you with an especially hard thrust, grinding deep against your cervix.

"That's better," he praised darkly, still tugging your hair to keep that perfect arch. "Look at you... getting quiet now. All that nasty attitude earlier and now you're drooling for me."

He gave your throat another firm squeeze, holding it longer this time until your breathing stopped completely for a few intense seconds. Your whole body trembled violently, pussy spasming around his cock as the lack of air pushed you dangerously close to the edge.

When he finally let you breathe again, you were a complete mess, gasping, crying, and moaning uncontrollably.

Chan's pace grew even rougher, the hand around your throat staying firm while his other hand slid down to slap your ass hard.

"You gonna keep being a brat?" he asked, voice rough as he pounded into you. "Or are you ready to tell me what's actually wrong so I can take care of my girl?"

You whimpered pathetically, eyes still crossed, barely able to form words as he kept ramming into you, choking you just enough to keep you dizzy and desperate.

"Daddy—!" you cried out hoarsely, voice cracking. "Daddy, I'm sorry— fuck, I'm sorry!"

He didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked you harder, hips snapping against your ass with wet, punishing slaps.

"Sorry for what?" he growled, leaning over your arched back, lips right against your ear. His hand stayed wrapped around your throat, rings digging in as a constant warning. "Use your words properly, bunny. Tell me why you've been such a nasty little brat all day."

You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as he kept railing you mercilessly. Every deep thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, making it even harder to speak.

"I'm— ahh!— I'm a brat," you finally choked out, voice broken and whiny. "Everything hurts and I feel so irritated— I didn't mean to snap at you... but I couldn't help it— Daddy, please—"

Chan hummed darkly, clearly pleased with your confession. He gave your hair another sharp tug and placing soft kisses on your jaw, so gwntle you thought he's softening up if not for his thrusts and how he grips on your hair.

Your eyes shut closed, mouth hanged open as you lost control completely. A pathetic, gurgling moan vibrated against his palm.

"Good girl," he praised, voice rough with lust. "Finally using your words like I told you to."

He released your throat just enough for you to gasp desperately for air, then slid his hand down to grip your hip instead, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper.

"You should've told me from the beginning instead of acting like a spoiled brat," he scolded between heavy thrusts. "Now look at you... getting fucked stupid with your eyes rolling back."

Chan suddenly pulled your hair again, forcing your head back so he could see your face flushed, tear-streaked, eyes dazed and unfocused.

"You close, bunny?" he taunted, slamming into that perfect spot inside you over and over. "Gonna cum all over my cock while I choke you?"

You could only nod frantically, broken whimpers and sobs spilling from your lips as the pressure built unbearably inside you.

"Then beg for it," Chan ordered, his hand moving back to wrap around your throat again, ready to squeeze.

"Please—!" you choked out desperately, voice hoarse and broken. "Channie, please let me cum! I'm sorry for being a brat— I'm so sorry! Please, I need it—!"

Chan let out a satisfied growl and fucked you even harder, the wet slap of his hips against your ass growing louder and faster. He leaned down and his teeth sank at your shoulder, trying to ground himself.

Your breathing stopped completely.

For several dizzying seconds, no air entered your lungs. Your eyes rolled back, teeth sinking at your lower lip. The overwhelming pressure and pleasure pushed you right over the edge.

"Cum," Chan finally ordered, his voice dark and rough. "Cum on my cock right now, bunny."

The orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your whole body seized up violently as you came hard, pussy clenching and gushing around his thick cock. A silent, choked scream tore from your throat, no sound coming out. Your eyes stayed shut, tears streaming, thighs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you.

Only when your orgasm started to peak did Chan loosen his grip on you, letting you suck in desperate, sobbing gasps of air while he kept pounding into you, fucking you through every spasm.

"That's it... good fucking girl," he groaned, still tugging your hair to keep you arched. He didn't stop thrusting. He kept ramming into your oversensitive pussy, drawing out your orgasm until you were whimpering and twitching helplessly beneath him.

Your body went limp, barely able to hold yourself up anymore as the aftershocks rolled through you. Only then did Chan finally slow his pace, still buried deep inside you.

He released your hair and loosened the grip on your throat, but kept his hand resting there possessively, thumb stroking over the marks his rings had left behind.

Chan leaned down, pressing his chest against your back as he murmured against your ear, voice still deep but now softer. "...There's my sweet girl. You did so well."

Chan slowly pulled out of you, his movements careful now that the intensity had passed. You immediately collapsed onto the bed, boneless and trembling. He quickly discarded the rest of his clothes and lay down beside you, gently turning your body so you were facing upward.

For a long moment, you were completely quiet.

Your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as you stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes glassy and unfocused. The overwhelming mix of pleasure, pain, and the rush of emotions from subspace made your mind feel hazy. Tears silently slipped from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples.

Chan watched you carefully, his hand gently brushing damp strands of hair away from your forehead.

Then, a small, broken sob finally escaped your lips.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." you whispered, voice hoarse and shaky. "I didn't mean to be so mean to you... I just felt so irritated and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I'm really sorry..."

Your voice cracked at the end, another quiet sob slipping out as the guilt hit you all at once.

"Hey, hey... shhh," Chan immediately cooed, his tone shifting completely into that soft, gentle voice you loved so much. He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up against his warm chest. "It's okay, baby. I've got you."

He pressed soft kisses all over your face, your forehead, your wet cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your trembling lips. One of his strong arms cradled the back of your head while the other rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back.

"My sweet girl," he murmured tenderly, nuzzling into your hair. "You don't have to apologize so much. I know it's that time of the month. I know you get extra sensitive and irritated... but next time, just tell me, okay? You don't have to suffer alone."

You nodded weakly against his chest, still sniffling as more tears fell. Chan held you tighter, rocking you gently in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the world.

He reached over to grab a soft towel from the bedside table and carefully cleaned between your legs with the gentlest touch, whispering praises the entire time.

"There we go... such a good girl for me. You took everything so well, baby. I'm so proud of you."

Once you were clean, he pulled the warm blanket over both of you and tucked you securely against him. His fingers stroked through your hair in slow, comforting motions while his other hand rubbed your lower belly with light pressure, knowing the cramps would probably start soon.

"You're safe now," he whispered softly, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

You let out a tiny, shaky sigh and finally relaxed fully in his hold, burying your face into his neck. The familiar scent of him grounded you.

"I love you..." you mumbled quietly, voice still thick with emotion.

Chan smiled warmly, hugging you even closer as he continued rubbing your back and belly. "I love you more, bunny." He kissed your temple softly.

He kept coddling you with gentle touches and sweet words, holding you like he never wanted to let go, until your breathing evened out and the last of your tears dried against his skin.

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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!

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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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[hanjinology]

drabble — chan who is willing to answer anything you asked him.

You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.

"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.

You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"

"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"

Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"

Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.

"Chan—"

"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.

He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.

"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.

Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.

"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.

His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."

The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.

"Chan—I'm gonna—"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.

You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.

Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.

You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.

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[cb97percent]

「𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜」

❝𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍?❞

➥ Hyunjin x Reader (f) x Bang Chan — 8k

➥ Obsessed Idol, Parasocial Gone Wrong, Deranged Sexy

➥ Contains: No SKZ: fellas are in some imaginary group bc they be toxic, down horrendous Hyunjin agenda™, an unhinged kiwi, Chris the Hyun whisperer, idol industry diss, meta fandom shenanigans, doubling tripling down on the delulu because it's the solulu, gratuitous amounts of Hyunchanner fan service because i can, insane shit then wholesomeness midfuck per youzhe

➥ Reader discretion advised: See the masterlist for the full disclaimer about this project, general warnings, and request guidelines. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk.

⚠ — (Non-exhaustive, full cw policy here): Corruption fetishism, objectification, MMF, sex with other people present in the room, overall irrational behavior

➥ Hyunjin doesn’t fuck around when it comes to biases—if you’re ulting him, you’re ulting him, period. If you can so casually announce you’re getting “biaswrecked”, he can and will wreck you back. 

But sign the NDA first.

*a/n: Back on my irregularly scheduled Derangedjin bullshit because June sucked.

I just want to receive love.

Ask any survival show contestant why they want to become an idol, and that’s the bullshit they’ll feed you with a wholesome smile, which is the politically correct way of saying, “I want to be worshipped.” No one even judges them for it because new gods on the block will always be in demand.

Fresh meat and whatnot, you know.

The only catch is you’re no longer allowed to worship anyone if you have worshippers yourself. Have you ever seen a god who simps for her own devotees?

Please.

If you “make it”, there is only one law you have to abide by—stick to your meticulously crafted persona and be generous with fanservice, and almost a decade into his career, Hyunjin hasn’t had a problem with it. He does study the faces of his “regulars” before he goes into fancalls. He does flirt a little extra with them at fansigns, holding their hands a little longer, a little tighter, less tsun more dere, even sharing little intimate details of his private life only they are privy to.

Well, allegedly.

That’s the least he can do for his off-the-books sugar mamas, no? He is a part of a grand romance scam after all.

It doesn’t mean he’s never struggled with keeping up the act, of course. With all the things he has to suppress, all the things he cannot scream at certain entitled brats’ faces, some days he does come very very close to snapping. What’d you expect? He is trapped in a life he hates doing something he loves.

Which is why it’s Stockholm as fuck that he’s found distraction from his delulu dealer duties by completely leaning into it.

It’s not even guilty, just pure pleasure for him to browse through fan work. As if he needs any more reasons to inflate his behemoth of an ego… Over time, his fandom has become a point of pride with him—so much talent scratching his Stendhal itch just right. The origin point doesn’t matter; the end result is still solid fucking art. It’s like he’s the Beatrice to a thousand Dantes.

Maybe “Like artist, like fan” does have some merit to it.

The literature department of his counterfeit Renaissance cult is where things get a little more unhinged. Some of these people write him so vividly, so intensely sexy that if Hyunjin could fuck himself, he would. It’s kinda disappointing that there is a strict hush-hush rule about fan spaces, which forces him to pretend he doesn’t know what a Kinktober is. Otherwise, he would have loved to send some flowers, signed merch, fucking fan club membership as a thank you for all the nuts busted. When the average market value for life-changing orgasms is in three to four digits, a cup of coffee seems criminally low.

Is it still sex work if someone makes you cum without touching you at all?

Among the sea of creators he religiously follows, of course he has favorites, and whoever goes by zipcode10320 tops that chart. He finds the hardcore shipping fucking hilarious, but he actually respects the preferred method of worship. The thirst might be heavy, but unlike the bitches practically living outside his apartment, it’s at least from a non-suffocating distance.

From a... distance...

anonymous asked: what if hyunjin is deadass reading you lol

A decade-long career with a fake boyfriend side hustle. Five restraining orders. Three court appearances. Endless blacklists…

Hyunjin lived to see the day where it’s the distance that suffocates him.

He never thought one day he’d find himself on the other side of the fence like this. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t tell what it is about this person he’s so hung up on. He has a battalion of authors writing about him, so what’s so special about this one? Is it a style thing? Is it the subject matter? Why is he looking forward to the next character he’ll play like it’s the next season of his favorite show? Why is he getting this ticklish feeling for no reason whenever he scrolls through a new drop in his bed? It’s as if the words are laced with something because he only feels it when he reads.

But what the fuck IS IT that he’s feeling?!

zipcode10320 replied: im pretty sure he has a life 🤣 on the super off chance that he does tho, hi bby save me from my misery and swipe my v-card plz 💋

Huh…

Well, now he knows.

So it wasn’t for no reason that he turned into a shark—there was blood in the water, and it reeked of the proverbial innocence. So all that lustful longing you keep writing… All that unhinged sex you keep depicting…

Is that…? How you want to be…? By him?

It’s too late when he realizes his fascination with the “art” has turned into something else entirely, but he can’t stop it. He just can’t! It’s in his every waking thought that someone out there loves him just a few drops shy of unconditionally, wanting him with lust so carnal that the desire can no longer stay inside its shell. It jumps into a getaway car with words for engine and fucks right off, all gas no brakes, because it has to get to him as fast as it can. It has to exist in the same corporeal realm as Hyunjin so it can call out to him. It’s in his every waking thought that a god out there compulsively conjures little Hyuniverses, unable to contain the fond smile whenever they doodle his name on a surface, be it cellulose or binary codes.

Hyunjin as a psycho.

Hyunjin as a prince.

Hyunjin as a psycho prince.

Hyunjin as the meaning of life.

Hyunjin as the meaning of MY life.

Hyunjin.

Hyunjin.

HYUNJIN!!!

anonymous asked: if he asks you to give your virginity to him ur ACTUALLY gonna say yes? zipcode10320 replied: who tf says no to hwang hyunjin fucking BET!!! anonymous asked: what if he’s a freak tho zipcode10320 replied: if the freak is me getting sandwiched between hyunchan i volunteer as tribute thank 😌 anonymous asked: what if IM hyunjin and ur just giving me ideas lol zipcode10320 replied: even IM not that delulu bro cmon

Well, maybe you should get on his delulu level because there is some freak that needs to be matched here. It’s okay if you can’t right from the get-go; he has all the time in the world for you. He can show you everything. How to match it. How to get him there. How he will get you there. Everything. Everything you can imagine, he will teach you with utmost care.

But he needs to complete a little self-assigned mission first.

He starts bringing his notebook to every single fan event to take notes of his interactions. Mannerisms, tone of voice, clothes worn that day, some word that sticks out to him… Whenever someone asks what he’s writing so fervently, his go-to excuse is, “Things that inspire me before I forget”. He does show a few actual snippets to cover his tracks, and luckily, all he gets in response is dreamy sighs and, “Oh my god, you’re like sooo romantic!” instead of suspicious looks.

It’s called a “bias” for a reason.

It doesn’t matter if your face doesn’t show in your posts. He has all your notifications on, so every fancall or concert video you share, every photo captioned with “They don’t know I’m zipcode10320” goes straight to his “data” folder where he compares his “field notes”. It doesn’t take too long for him to finally put a face to the name, and the satisfaction of victory weirdly feels like afterglow. He doesn’t smoke, but he craves a cigarette all of a sudden.

His fascination with you mutates into infatuation so fast, he might just blurt out a marriage proposal next time he sees you.

He keeps waiting for you to pick up what he’s putting down, but you seem a bit too insistent with that godforsaken “respect to his personal space” thing. What personal space? There is no personal space when it comes to the two of you; don’t you get it? You need to occupy the exact same space so he can be where he’s meant to be. As your very first. As your very last. So he can be your muse for the rest of your life. Can you even imagine the stories he’ll inspire you to tell if you spend just one night with him?

Don’t get it twisted, that’s just a figure of speech. He can’t and won’t settle for anything less than a couple of hundred nights with you. You know, to teach. So that the freak can match perfectly in the finale.

Unfortunately for him, the news of the iceberg arrives before he can finish packing for the maiden voyage, and for the first time ever, Hyunjin wishes he was blind so he wouldn’t be able to read your words.

zipcode10320 guys im this 🤏 close to ulting the shit out of chris hes been wrecking me left and right this comeback SEND HALP

Oh, you just… Oh, you fucking did not…

Really? That’s the extent of your loyalty? One whore goes Magic Mike, and all of a sudden you’re wrecked? Did the memories you shared mean jack shit to you? Weren’t you the one going on and on about him being your muse just YESTERDAY?!

Oh, you’re gonna get wrecked alright.

“Jiwon, do you have an NDA copy on hand?” Hyunjin addresses the driver in the front seat, his eyes still glued to his phone.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he opens his contacts and dials a number. “Turn the car around.”

“Where to, sir?”

“I’ll tell you in a bit.”

The car completes the U-turn after the third ringback tone, and a trollmeister voice answers the call on the other end.

“Yo, Hyunzales.”

“Where are you?”

“Fucking your girl in the backseat of my car.”

“I know you’re ragebaiting, but do you want to?”

The elongated silence on the line lets Hyunjin know that the hunter was successfully hunted. He softly chuckles to himself, amused by his triumph.

“Pussy got your tongue, motherfucker?”

“You’d actually give the fic girl to me?” Chris asks for good measure, his rabid giddiness spilling all over his voice.

“Calm the fuck down. No one said anything about giving you stuff,” Hyunjin sternly corrects. “I’m just inviting you to come play.”

“You’re the pettiest, most possessive man I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing, and that includes the GOAT Joe Goldberg,” Chris starts a mini interrogation to do his due diligence. “If there is a chance for you to hit that yourself, how come you’re inviting me?”

“You fucking know why. I don’t trust myself,” he admits. “It’s not a random hookup. Bin’s hosting an opening ceremony tonight, and I want her there.”

“No fucking way…”

“Deadest of asses,” Hyunjin finally releases the death grip on his lips and lets them curl. “Meet me at his place if you’re interested. Otherwise, I’ll risk it all and go solo.”

“Race you there, fuckface.”

When the call disconnects, Hyunjin takes a deep breath to calm… his nerves? And well, his residual annoyance—he can’t be in that kinda headspace right now. He closes his eyes, and just the thought of your surprise is enough to put him in a good mood. He pulls up your profile again and presses play on the video from the concert two months ago, fondly smiling as he listens to you scream at the top of your lungs, “I’LL SIGN THE NDA, HYUNJIN, JUST ONE CHANCE!!!”

“Well, you said it yourself, beautiful,” he turns to his right, watching the nightlights pass by the tinted window. “Time to put your money where your mouth is.”

You blankly look at the man’s face for a solid ten seconds, unsure if you’ve heard it right, because there ain’t no way…

“Just to triple confirm,” you briefly squeeze your eyes close. “We’re talking about the performer Hwang Hyunjin, right?”

“Yes.”

“The art harlot Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Yes.”

“The Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Just assume every adjective you can think of is true, but if we could get to the matter at hand, please,” the man sighs, rapidly losing patience. “Mr. Hwang strongly wishes for your companionship tonight.”

cOmPaNiOnSh— What?

How would the man, the myth, the legend himself, the only baby daddy you’d be willing to accept, Hwang motherfucking Hyunjin even know you? This has to be a hidden camera prank or something!

As you suspiciously look the man up and down, however, you’re struggling to hold onto your prank theory. The weirdly familiar butler-henchman hybrid guy is clad in a crisp Dior suit, his nails are perfectly manicured, and his hair is so neatly coiffed that bro can walk a runway if he wants. Now you’re trying to logically explain why someone would send a man like this to locate you at this hour. Maybe if they are bored enough? But what entertainment can possibly come out of interrupting a plain mortal’s cocktail hour with their friends?

WHY would a Diorland resident want to locate YOU in the first place? There is literally NO possibility of your paths ever crossing!

“Wait, you’re in every single fansite picture when Hyunjin attends a public event,” Mina points at him, her face contorting with her revelation. “You’re Kim Jiwon, aren’t you?”

“I am,” the man acknowledges.

“How do you even know this guy?” you turn to Mina.

“Girl, even you know him,” she answers with a content smile. “He’s Hyunjin’s bodyguard.”

As you let out a long “Ohhh…”, it finally clicks in your mind why he seems so familiar. He pulls something out from the inside pocket of his blazer and clicks a silver pen.

“I’ve been told this was your own request,” he hands you an envelope containing a single sheet of paper. “You need to sign it before I can take you to him.”

There ain’t NO WAY…

You can see the words, but your brain refuses to process them. That’s it; you’ve been fangirling so hard that it has finally given you permanent brain damage, and now you’re hallucinating worse than ai. At least, that was how you were planning to plead insanity.

But the “OH MY GOD!”s raising from the table confirm that your friends can also see the title reads “Non-Disclosure Agreement”.

“Please don’t. This document contains sensitive information,” he snatches the paper from the prying eyes before they can commit it to memory, and points at the bottom. “If you won’t be signing it, please let me know right now, so I can relay it to Mr. Hwang. This is a time-sensitive issue.”

“T–Time-sensitive?!” you widen your eyes. “Can’t I at least tell my friends where I’m going so they know I’m safe?”

“No, you can’t, but I’m obligated to ensure your protection just as much as Mr. Hwang’s,” he indirectly informs the table. “This isn’t a job offer, so there is nothing to contemplate here. It’s just a promise that you will be discreet about the time you will be spending in Mr. Hwang’s company. Yes or no.”

Yet another “OH MY GOD!” erupts from the table, and by then, Jiwon is at his limit. Before he rescinds the invitation altogether, you lunge at the document telling you to shut the fuck up and sign it. You don’t have one logical answer as to how the Hwang Hyunjin knows you, or why he, quote, “strongly wishes for your companionship”. But the three Cosmopolitans in your bloodstream convince you that making shady deals in the middle of a restaurant is a great idea. And that you will regret it if you don’t go all in tonight.

Whatevs, if anything goes off the rails, you’ll just scream bloody murder, and his career will be over before he can spell “handwritten apology”.

“If I don’t send a thumbs up within 15 minutes, call the police,” you quietly scheme with Mina as you take your sweet time gathering your belongings. “If I do send a thumbs up, call a mortician because his sheer hotness will fucking kill me.”

You follow Jiwon to the valet area, barely registering that he’s just opened the door to a Rolls-Royce Phantom for you. It’s a true test of willpower not to yell “SHUT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK UP!” as you get into the disgustingly smug flex all over Hyunjin’s socials. So it’s true. It’s actually true. You are being taken to the only man ever. For whatever fucking reason…

WHO CARES?!

You make it to the mystery venue in just under five minutes. As he accompanies you to the elevator, Jiwon hands you what looks like a gold-plated card, instructing you to just swipe it to reach your intended destination. So you do. With a thousand butterflies in your stomach, and still only half-believing that you’re about to appear before His Majesty.

Once you get out of that cabin, you can only see one large door at the end of the hallway. A light breeze of music leaks into the carpet-clad corridor. The distance you need to walk suddenly seems like miles long, and the entire time, you keep repeating to yourself, “What am I doing? What am I doing? What the ACTUAL FUCK am I doing?!”, which is entirely pointless considering you’ve already made it this far. Might as well see what’s behind door number two.

Well, door number 4001, to be exact.

Standing in front of the heavy-looking oak, you take the deepest breath of your life and ring the doorbell, your group chat still open in your hand just in case. After a ten-second silence, it finally opens.

Your knees damn near give way when you make eye contact with your greeter.

“Hey, beautiful,” the only man ever leans against the door frame with that sultry smile you know too well. “Remember me?”

You quickly send a thumbs-up emoji to the group chat and shove the phone inside your bag, having no idea what to do with yourself. It’s him. The man who stuns you when he just breathes, the man who has sheer grace and absolute harlotry running in his veins instead of blood is right there smiling at you. It’s REALLY him!

It is really him, but something is not.

Every memory you have of him suddenly flashes before your eyes. Every “private” moment you were lucky enough to share, the handholding, the small talks about his personal work, the eggplant lasagna jokes… All were so soft, so comfortable, and it was like that by design. Even though he knew your name, you were fully aware that this man was at work. That “See? I remember intimate details about you because you’ve made a mark on me” shtick was the first line of his job description. These guys were probably handed a study pack full of attendee information before those events anyway.

But right this moment, not even a shred of the sentimental soft boi is present in his demeanor. Eyes darkened, pupils dilated, posture relaxed, cunningly smirking. The man standing at door number 4001 isn’t Hwang Hyunjin.

It’s the fucking DEVIL!

“Uh… I feel like I need to make sure, just in case,” you shake your head to snap out of it. “You are aware I’m not an escort, right?”

“Why would you even say that?” he furrows his brows.

“I signed a document that says you want my companionship for an opening ceremony tonight?”

He’s so amused, he starts laughing, and you die a little bit. That part is at least the same. When he laughs, your heart still goes into overdrive.

“Yes, I’m aware,” he answers.

“How do you… even know me?” you hesitantly ask, making sure your tone wouldn’t make him think you’re displeased by the invitation. “I couldn’t come up with one reason why you of all people would look for me.”

But the way his face falls, he must be offended. You panic, trying to find ways to explain yourself and what you really meant by that. That he is a god walking among mortals, that you’re one of the aforementioned mortals, and that it just doesn’t make any sense why he wouldn’t summon a fellow goddess instead.

“See, I’m a glass-half-full kind of man,” he speaks through a sigh as he slowly approaches, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Some might say your zip code starts with 103. I say it ends with 320.”

No.

No, there ain’t NO MOTHERFUCKING WAY…

How is that even POSSIBLE?! How many degrees of separation have you been from Hyunjin all this time? Does one of your followers just HAPPEN to know him somehow? Then what, did they just show him the fucking embarrassing amounts of delusion? Did he at least get a good laugh out of it?

Seems a bit too late to deactivate now…

“Well, you asked for it yourself, didn’t you?” he chortles, lifting your chin. “You signed the NDA. Now’s your one chance.”

How are you still not passing out?

Fuck the how, he knows. He knows about it all, and you have never been this mortified about something in your damn LIFE! Your shame brute-forces its way into the main control room of your brain and disables all your cognitive functions.

You can’t think of ONE thing to say to him!

“Unless… You’d rather it was someone else instead,” he cocks a brow at your silence. “Someone who’s been wrecking you recently?”

“I… I–I’m… I don’t…”

The door he left ajar behind him opens again, and another familiar face peeks out, flashing you a pair of heart-stopping dimples.

“Fucking hot,” Chris bites his lips, resting his chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder while staring at you. “Lucked out with this one, huh, Hyun?”

WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN GOING ON RIGHT NOW?

Where did he come from all of a sudden? What does it all mean? And why is this whole thing starting to feel like a fujoshi trap?!

“It’s just a party,” Hyunjin reassuringly smiles, caressing your cheek as if to calm you down. “We’ll hang out, talk, have a couple of drinks, that kinda thing.”

He holds your hand and presses his lips on your wrist for at least a solid five seconds, deeply inhaling your scent, then looks at you with dreamy eyes.

“But if the fancy strikes,” he steps aside, gently pushing you from your waist to lead you in, “we can always party a little harder.”

Incredulous that you are actually flanked by your very own OTP, you walk into the gigantic suite where the chatter of the crowd melts into the music. You recognize a lot of these faces because it’s crawling with idols inside, but the sight is the furthest thing from variety show cutesiness. Their claim holds up. It is a party.

They just forgot to tell you what kind.

The front end is “frat”. Two fandoms are amidst a vicious fanwar online, yet their “oppas” are heavily broing it out, all clearly intoxicated, laughing their asses off as two of the bunch are trying to do body shots off of each other.

Whereas the back end is “swinger”. Socials are filled with snark about who paved the way, yet the younger artists are busy teaching their seniors how to eat their pussies properly. No one cares that they are in the presence of a crowd—they are going at it.

“How’d you like the cesspit black hole of bubblegum pop?” Chris asks, plopping down next to you on the giant sectional by the window, and hands you a glass of vodka on the rocks. “Not giving ‘ending fairy’ at all, yeah?”

“You don’t say,” you raise your brows. “Feels like I passed through an underworld portal just now.”

“So…” Hyunjin flings an arm around your shoulder, comfortably spreading his legs. “You’re a shipper.”

Your drink almost comes out of your nose with panic-slash-fluster. THAT’S how he chooses to bring it up?!

“It’s just entertainment,” you play it cool, trying to choose your words carefully. “I don’t actually believe you are in a relationship.”

“Even when we live together?”

“That’s not proof of anything.”

“Even when we shower together?” Chris presses. “Stuck in hotel rooms together for months on tour…”

“Everybody knows that’s a convenience thing when you’re strapped for time,” you refute.

“But what if Hyunchan is real, and we’re laughing our asses off hiding in plain sight?” he looks you up and down, annoyingly smirking. “Post a picture of me giving him head right now, and haters will still say it’s fanservice.”

“Didn’t you see the pepero thing?” Hyunjin chimes in. “He’s the only one I almost made out with, and our parents were in the audience, mind you.”

Before you catch on goddamn fire, you have to force quit the fangirling and put your rational thinking into overdrive QUICK! What are they even after, having a weird ship conversation about themselves out of nowhere? It’s almost like they are trying to convince you it’s real, but even if they do, what’s going to possibly come out o—

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Okay, so it’s just a random jackpot thing. They saw your stuff, picked you as a target, and this is how they’re “getting even” by humiliating you to your face. Ha ha, very funny…

“Alright, message received,” you sigh in defeat, your mood suddenly bitter. “Do you want me to apologize in writing, or—?”

“What are you talking about? I’m not mad about that at all,” Hyunjin quickly interjects. “I canceled a porn subscription because of you. I goon to your stuff a lot.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP NO YOU FUCKING DO NOT!!!”

You scream at his face out of pure reflex, but everyone in the vicinity is so faded that no one even hears it. Well, except for Chris who folds in half howling with laughter.

“Ask him,” Hyunjin points at the yang to his yin extremely seriously. “What was I doing just last night?”

“I’m gonna be a gentleman and say he was reading the latest drop, but he changed his sheets at 2 a.m. Do the math,” Chris corroborates while wiping the tears from his eyes. “So yeah, can confirm he’s not mad. Mad horny, maybe”

“But…” Hyunjin snuggles up to you, speaking directly into your ear. “I am mad about something else.”

“W–What did I do?” you turn your head to face him, almost brushing against his lips.

“What is it about me that you don’t like anymore?” he asks with narrowed eyes.

“WHAT?!”

“It’s the haircut, isn’t it?” he tsks in disappointment. “You find it off-putting.”

“Absolutely not! Where did that even come from?!”

“Then how fucking come you’re wrecked so easily after all these years? I thought we had something.”

The course of the night is quite disorienting as it is. Then he goes ahead and says all that in a single breath, fire shooting out of his eyes as if you’ve cussed out the entire Hwang bloodline. He sounds more delulu than all fics in existence combined, yet he’s dead serious, legitimately demanding an answer from you.

You’re so dumbfounded, you can’t produce a single coherent thought!

“Fine,” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and shows you the screen. “Read it. Out loud.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake…

If you can get an ETA on when you can vanish, please, because the self-cringe of looking at your own blog is suf–fo–ca–ting! Nevertheless, it suddenly doesn’t seem entirely implausible to you that these two may indeed be dying laughing at the fanservice defenders. If you posted about this very moment right now, no one would ever believe you, either, would they?

Mad imagination, bro. 12/10 gooned. Have my reblog.

You sigh in exasperation, trying to dissociate from the fact that those are your own words on the screen, and start reading.

“Guys, I’m this cl—”

“No,” Hyunjin stops you with the tone of an insufferable director. “With feeling.”

Are you unknowingly auditioning for something, or…?

You try to remember what you were doing when you rabidly typed this nonsense and yeeted it into the void of the interwebs. Some teaser pictures had dropped, so it wasn’t even anything that deep. Just plain, good ol’ thirst for normal people, but treason-level betrayal by a certain kiwi’s insane biasing standards.

And nothing less than a recommittal blood oath will convince him of your loyalty, apparently.

“Guys, I’m this close to ulting the shit out of Chris. He’s…” you pause to chase some of the cringe with a sip of vodka. “He’s been wrecking me left and right this comeback.”

“I know, right?” Chris cheeses at you, then mimics Hyunjin’s earlier tone. “It’s the bench press thirst traps, isn’t it?”

“All of it,” Hyunjin demands. “Don’t stop at the best part now.”

Real talk? You’d rather endure the ship interrogation than this medieval-adjacent self-reflection moment. Maybe they used to make witches read their own fics aloud, too, who knows?

“Send help,” you punctuate your unhinged diary entry with an eye roll and hand him his phone back.

“Well then.”

He suddenly pulls you close from your waist, shifting you to straddle his lap. The sight must be a little too satisfying, the way his jaw drops watching you sit on your new throne, breathing heavily as he runs his hands up your waist.

“Help,” he brushes two fingers down your cleavage, “has arrived.” 

It doesn’t feel real at all. You’re so close to him that if you move forward just an inch, you can kiss him. In your absence, Chris moves right next to Hyunjin and starts lazily stroking your legs, smiling to himself as he watches goosebumps spread on your skin in slow motion.

“Be honest with me,” Hyunjin puts a hand on your cheek, pointing at Chris with a nod. “Do you wish it was him touching you instead?”

“That’s not what I meant when I said—”

“Look, I get why you might have slipped for a moment,” he interrupts, holding Chris’s face between his thumb and index fingers. “Just look at him. He’s so hot, fucking pisses me off sometimes.”

“Pisses you off, my ass,” Chris scoffs with a snort. “Tell that to your dick standing at attention every time I get out of the shower.”

“Not the time to air our dirty laundry,” Hyunjin turns off the black box, then turns to you. “But if you’re really sorry for abandoning me—”

“I didn’t abandon you!” you protest.

“You did, and it broke my heart,” he instantly denies your appeal, his expression somehow crestfallen and quietly enraged at the same time. “Or are you not sorry at all?”

“I am sorry for upsetting you, but not for abandoning you,” you respond. “Because I didn’t.”

“But you are sorry.”

“I am.”

“Then,” he slowly drags a strap of your dress down your shoulder, “show me how much.”

“T–There are people here,” you quickly grab his hand.

“Of course there are,” he purses his lips. “Otherwise it wouldn’t be a ceremony.”

“Just what the hell is this ceremony for?” you crease your brows. “I haven’t seen one ribbon getting cut.”

“Just because they aren’t in your face doesn’t mean they don’t exist,” he responds with a grin. “You asked me to save you from your misery, remember?”

what if IM hyunjin and ur just giving me ideas lol

Your face changes when it finally starts to sink in.

You look around, and that’s when you see the room for the first time. There are clusters of people spread all over the place, each with a “focal point” amidst them. Depending on the kind of lens you have, you can claim they are being worshipped, pleasured, or entirely humiliated.

Only then does it dawn on you that the “opening ceremony”, at least the one held on this side of the room, is of you.

“Don’t avert your eyes,” Hyunjin holds your face with the kind of tenderness that does not belong to the salacious backdrop. “Look at me.”

And look, you do.

You see two men before you, their gaze somewhat soft but not because it bears any wholesome intent. It’s a tiger and a wolf sitting side by side, and the only reason they don’t snarl is not to spook the gazelle. Otherwise, you can see the drool pooling in their mouth. The intent doesn’t seem entirely nefarious, either, but you have lowered inhibitions and complete heart eyes for them, so… Not exactly the beacon of sound judgement.

When Hyunjin starts pulling you in, the remaining crumbs of sound judgement evacuate the building anyway.

“Kiss the lips you keep writing about,” he quietly demands.

Your life temporarily ends when he takes your lips within his. It’s not like your makeout scoreboard is completely blank, but you’ve never felt anything like this before. The man doesn’t kiss; he attempts to pour himself into your body, then permeate every single corner until he completely possesses you.

Divide and Hwangquer.

“Feeling a little neglected here,” Chris interrupts. “No kisses for me?”

That pout paired with the puppy eyes gives you a little cuteness aggression. You steal a glance from Hyunjin, trying to gauge how upset he’d be if you kissed Chris, but he beats you to it. He just knows you’ll prefer the “fanservice” over a stupid membership card anyway. Now he can thank you for all the sheets he ruined in a single installment.

He grabs Chris by the nape and fucking goes for it, showing you what you would have seen if he had finished that pepero to completion. It makes you wanna combust that their rhythm seems so memorized. It’s pure muscle memory. If these demons had a side hustle where they made out to entertain an audience, the entire community would find out the day they created an account. Not even the most devout “It’s fanservice!” supremacist can explain how two people can know each other’s hot spots this well if they haven’t found them firsthand.

FUCK, IT’S TRUE THEN?!

As Hyunjin languidly grinds against you, he unbuttons Chris’s pants and frees his cock, making him whimper when he wraps his long fingers around him. You can’t control the throb between your legs when you hear that sound, and of course Hyunjin notices, breaking into a diabolical smile.

He channels his attention to you again, this time meeting no resistance when he reaches for the strap of your dress. He takes the left side while Chris takes the right, both men savoring the fuck out of unwrapping the present they treated themselves to. The tiger and the wolf can no longer hide their intent, openly showing their teeth as they stare at your bare chest. As if they communicate with telepathy, each sucks on a nipple at the same time, the same way they make out with each other. Loud. Messy.

Wet.

When you run your fingers through his hair, Chris looks up and makes eye contact with you. He lets go of your nipple and reaches for your face, demanding his kiss. They both melt within your lips, but it’s like night and day. Hyunjin kisses like a Sunday morning—slow and lazy, deep sighs, soft touches because you have all the time in the world. Whereas Chris is like a quickie you know you shouldn’t have—fast and passionate, heavy breathing, firm gropes because you are strapped for time before you get busted.

But both set your body on fire just the same.

Hyunjin stops when he realizes there’s a makeout session going on over his head and starts kissing your neck, fondling everything he can reach. Shortly after, you feel a hand on your inner thighs caressing you. Then it moves up. More. A bit more. It makes you shudder when it reaches the dampened fabric gatekeeping your wetness.

“So, you’re saying,” Hyunjin unzips his pants and lets his cock hang, “if I dip my tongue in there, I’ll be the first ever to taste you?”

“Y–Yes,” you barely manage to answer, wits barely intact.

“You wouldn’t… lie to me, would you?” he squints with suspicion.

Then something you can’t quite explain happens.

Hyunjin looks the same, but his demeanor feels… sinister, almost. It’s like there is a very specific answer to his question, and if you can’t get it exactly right, there will be consequences. The problem is, you can’t tell if he’s roleplaying or if his personality is actually changing right before your eyes.

If the tiger snarls that loudly, obviously it will spook the gazelle.

“Of course not,” Chris intervenes with the wholesomest smile, his voice softer than cumulus clouds. “She would never do that to you.”

“She said she loved me, but it didn’t stop her from having eyes for you,” Hyunjin stares daggers at him. “How do I know she’s telling the truth this time?”

“Hyun, you’re scaring her.”

Hyunjin swiftly turns to you, and when you make eye contact, his rigid scowl suddenly disappears. He averts his eyes like he’s ashamed, but the pout doesn’t go anywhere.

It’s like you’re trying to communicate with a stubborn kid.

“If I hurt you so much,” you softly utter, tilting your head to look into his eyes, “would you like me to leave?”

He immediately grabs your hand like you’re going to vanish otherwise, his eyes widened like saucers. Chris giggles at his reaction and wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s waist behind him.

“You just loooove being a mega spoiled brat, don’t you?” he nibbles on Hyunjin’s earlobe, then flashes his mega reassuring dimples at you. “Asking for a kiss like a normal person is too pedestrian for our prince, so he has to make a scene.”

You thought he was fucking around when he said he was heartbroken earlier, but he looks it. You are so confused, and nothing makes sense to you, but a part of you feels weirdly privileged to witness whatever is going on.

“Come closer,” Chris invites you, placing open-mouth kisses on Hyunjin’s neck. “Let’s pacify him a bit.”

You hold Hyunjin’s hands and put them on your waist, then pull him into a kiss. As soon as your lips touch, he immediately starts melting, and you can feel his body go limp in your arms. He softly moans into you, one hand on your face, the other holding Chris’s hand behind him.

“Do you really love me?” he asks with a pout.

“I came here tonight because Mr. Hwang asked for me,” you affirm. “There was no mention of Chris.”

“Will you stop loving him then?”

“Will you?” you raise your brows, unwittingly laughing. “Don’t ask me for things you don’t have the balls to do.”

“Will you at least stop biasing him then?”

“What’s happening to you?” you smile through your creased brows, strangely endeared.

“Nothing, baby. It’s his dinner time, and he gets very groggy when he doesn’t eat,” Chris answers on his behalf, looking at you knowingly. “So you might wanna feed him now.”

Hyunjin doesn’t lose another second and gently pushes you to lie on your back, comfortably settling between your legs. He has zero patience left to take the teasing route, but still tries his best to hold it together and not rip your underwear off altogether.

“Oh, you so wanna shove it in there already, don’t you?” Chris chuckles, seeing Hyunjin practically drool at the amount of slick.

“Fucking look at this, my god,” Hyunjin bites his lips hard.

“Rock paper scissors?” Chris extends his hand.

“Oh, fuck you, I have bias privileges,” Hyunjin slaps it away. “Dibs on everything.”

“Yes, you do, but you will do my requests, right?

You kinda wanna slap Chris when Hyunjin stops two millimeters away from your pussy and looks up at him. It’s so strange that he seems to only listen to Chris and do everything he says with blind obedience, as if he doesn’t have a mind of his own.

Huh…

“What do you want?”

“How about you get her suuuper wet first,” Chris speaks, dragging Hyunjin’s lip down with his thumb, “then double cream her?”

They smirk at each other, and you almost die because WHAT EVEN IS THIS INSANE DYNAMIC?! They’ve done this before for sure; the correct question is JUST HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES?

“I’m just gonna borrow her a bit so I can cum faster, okay?” Chris gives a quick peck on Hyunjin’s lips. “She still only loves you.”

“I know,” Hyunjin tries to play it cool, but massively fails when he can’t help his smile.

“And I only love you, too.”

FUCK—THIS!!!

You suddenly forget where you are and what you’re about to do, barely stopping yourself from shedding happy tears, because what other proof do you need here, really?

fAnSeRvIcE, my ass!

“I guess it’s only fair that I warn you about this,” Hyunjin licks his lips with sheer hunger, spreading your legs wide.

“A–About what?”

“That no one’s gonna compare to me after tonight. You’ll live the rest of your life looking for me in everyone you fuck,” he smirks big. “So maybe don’t even bother fucking them in the first place.”

You inadvertently arch into him with a gasp when he finally graces you with that first lick, grabbing onto Chris lying by your side. It’s such an unfamiliar, brand-new feeling, and it spreads all over your body faster than a pandemic. So wet. So warm. Dangerously addictive. Unfathomable that someone could have this kind of appetite for you one day, but there you have it in technicolor. And out of all people it could possibly be, it’s Hwang Hyunjin.

The only man ever.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” you let slip unbeknownst to yourself.

“Mpf…”

You sink your fingers deeper into Chris when Hyunjin moans into your pussy. The vibrations feel so nice. It’s like an ‘achievement unlocked’ moment—when you talk to him, he reacts.

And he reacts good.

“Feels good, yeah? Now we’re gonna do the same with you,” Chris gets on his knees and presses his cock on your lips. “Open your mouth for me.”

You don’t exactly understand why, but you’re starting to relate to Hyunjin. For whatever reason, when Chris says something, you just do, no questions asked.

You take him into your mouth, but he doesn’t move for a while, just enjoying the sensation as he watches Hyunjin work wonders on your pussy. The man is gone, eating like he’s been starved to death, and when he realizes Chris is watching, he stops sucking, spreads your lips, and makes a complete show of flicking his tongue on your clit as fast as he can.

You’ve heard of chain reaction crashes before, but only now do you understand how they work. Hyunjin licks your soul out of you, you moan louder, and it somehow manifests itself within Chris’s body even though he’s fucking your face. It’s as if you’re just a vessel connecting the two lovers, and Hyunjin pleasures Chris through you.

If you can choose your own death, this is your preferred way to go.

“Oh, FUCK, sorry baby, borrowing your man for a bit,” Chris hurriedly pulls out and rushes to Hyunjin. “I’m about to explode. Fucking finish me!”

Hyunjin gets on his knees, fervently stroking Chris until he unloads a hefty load all over his cock. It’s unclear whether it’s Chris or you who’s about to pass out when he cums because you’ve never seen something this hot in your entire life.

“Do it now,” Chris flashes a fucked out smile. “Before it dries.”

Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and aligns himself with your entrance. As his precum mingles with Chris’s drops at the tip, you see the tiger has fully murderous intent now, groaning loudly even though he very very shallowly thrusts into you, only a knuckle deep. Literally just the tip, barely holding himself back from ramming himself into you with how deliciously slippery you are.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he soothes you when you flinch a bit. “I’ll be very gentle.”

“Why? I didn’t ask you to.”

The two men look at each other and flash the most evil smiles you’ve seen anyone flash.

“Jackpot,” Chris sinks his teeth into his lips.

“Lick her clit so she gets tighter around me,” Hyunjin demands, then looks deep into your eyes. “We’ll see how you like me now.”

“Ah, FUCK!”

You said it yourself. You said so many things yourself. How you were this obsessed with him. How you wanted him to break you in. How you wanted just one chance in exchange for an NDA. And now not to be gentle with you. You’re right, why should he? It’s not like you’re made of glass. You’re a big girl, you can take it.

He’s just complying with your wishes here.

“Your eyes are rolling back,” Hyunjin clenches his teeth, maniacally laughing. “Go ahead. Go ahead and fall back in love with me.”

All you can make is incoherent noises while he sinks into your deepest spots, Chris’s tongue gliding all over your clit. This is it. This is how you go certifiably insane, if not die altogether. Not even the worst fantasies your mind has ever conjured can compare to this, and in your heart of hearts, you know Hyunjin is right. No one’s gonna compare to him, to them, after this, and you have no idea how you’re supposed to go on with your life.

If only there was a way that… If only…

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, I’m about t— HYUNJIN!!!”

As you let out a sound you didn’t even know you were capable of making, both men pin you in your place, forcing you to just let the pleasure in. In all your years of self-pleasuring, you have never reached a high this surreal, tearing your soul from your body, and you just know that after tonight, you never will. Squeezing him to death within your walls, you shove Hyunjin into his atom-rearranging orgasm, and his load is so heavy that you can feel every single drop he shoots inside you.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin is so happy he got to be your first that he could die.

“Are you in love with me again?” he nuzzles against your neck once he comes back enough to be able to speak words.

“If I say yes, will you stop obsessing over this?”

“I’m not promising anything.”

You flash him the most fucked out smile. He smiles back. Your heart swells in your chest to the point of combustion when you see his dimples.

“Then no, I’m not,” you stroke his kiwi hair. “Try again.”

He’s not in the least bit offended. If anything, this is the closest he’s been to fansign Hyunjin the entire night, his chuckle making your heart go into overdrive.

“Now that the official ceremony is over,” Chris gets up and starts putting his clothes on, “let’s bounce.”

“Are you really gonna make us move right now?” Hyunjin whines.

“Of fucking course, I am!” Chris scowls, incredulous that Hyunjin would even dare say something like this. “I still need to fuck her, and all our toys are back home.”

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[hanjinology]

hear me out. reader can see a person's life span (like how much time they had before they die), imcluding herself, but she doesn't know in what way are they or she gonna die.

skz member who has unique time on him that haltz or freezes reader's life clock. discovering he could add a life cloxk on hers but in return, his life clock reduces drastically.

I'M SO SO SO INTO THIS YOU ALL DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Yes

No

for sitri.

Remaining time: 1 day 14 hours

[hanjinology]

drabble — chan who is willing to answer anything you asked him.

You and Chan were sprawled across the big couch in the living room, the afternoon sun filtering lazily through the curtains. What had started as a simple argument over the remote had quickly dissolved into playful chaos. He had you pinned beneath him, fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You squealed, laughing so hard your stomach hurt, legs kicking wildly as you tried to shove him off.

"Chan—stop! I swear I'll bite you!" you gasped between giggles, managing to twist and smack his chest. He just grinned that devastating dimpled smile, eyes sparkling with mischief as he caught your wrists and pressed them above your head.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try, baby," he teased, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His body was warm and solid against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the faint salt of sweat from your little wrestling match. You bucked your hips up in retaliation, trying to throw him off, but it only made him settle more firmly between your thighs.

You managed to free one hand and poked his nose. "This thing is always in the way when you're trying to be all serious and boyfriend-y."

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "My nose? What's wrong with my nose?"

"Nothing," you said, still breathless from laughing. You traced the bridge of it with your fingertip, playful and teasing. "Just... what does that cute nose even do other than breathing and looking pretty?"

Chan's eyes darkened instantly, the playful spark shifting into something hotter, hungrier. His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "You really wanna know?"

Before you could answer, he flipped you both in one smooth motion, so you were suddenly straddling his chest. His hands gripped your hips, sliding you higher up his body with effortless strength. Your heart raced as you braced your hands on the back of the couch.

"Chan—"

"Shh. Let me show you exactly what this nose can do," he murmured, voice husky. He tugged at your shorts and panties in one go, yanking them down your thighs. You lifted up just enough for him to pull them off completely, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your already slick folds and you shivered.

He didn't give you time to overthink. Strong hands guided your hips forward until your pussy hovered right over his face. You looked down and the sight alone made you throb. His dark eyes staring up at you, that perfect nose already so close to where you needed him.

"Sit," he ordered softly.You lowered yourself slowly, but he wasn't patient. He pulled you down firmly until your wet cunt pressed against his mouth and nose. The first drag of his tongue made you moan, but it was the way his nose nudged your clit that had your thighs trembling.

Chan ate you out like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, gathering your wetness, before flicking teasingly at your entrance. Every movement made his nose grind perfectly against your swollen clit—firm, precise, relentless. The bridge of it rubbed in tight little circles as he tilted his head, the tip pressing and sliding right where you were most sensitive.

"Fuck—Chan..." you whimpered, fingers threading through his curly hair. You rocked your hips instinctively, riding his face. He groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you. His hands kneaded your ass, encouraging you to move harder.

His nose was incredible, pressing, rubbing, nudging your clit with every tilt of his head. Combined with his tongue plunging inside you and licking back up to swirl around your clit, the pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Wet sounds filled the room as you got messier, coating his mouth, his nose, his chin.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your pussy, barely pulling back enough to speak. "Keep going, baby. Use my nose. Fuck my face."

The dirty words sent you spiraling. You rode him faster, grinding down so his nose rubbed firm, rhythmic strokes over your clit while his tongue fucked you. Your moans grew louder, breathy and desperate. Tension coiled tight in your belly.

"Chan—I'm gonna—"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and pressed his nose hard against it at the same time, humming. That was it.

You came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as your pussy pulsed and gushed against his face. He didn't stop, kept licking and rubbing through every wave, drinking you down greedily. Your cum slicked his nose, his lips, his chin, dripping down as you shook and rode out the orgasm.

Even after the peak, he kept going, softer licks and gentle nudges from his nose until you were whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease you off, pulling you down to lie on his chest.You stared at him, dazed. His face was shiny with your arousal, that pretty nose glistening. He licked his lips slowly, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"See?" he murmured, voice rough. "That's what my nose can do." He leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands were already sliding back down to your hips, ready to pull you back up for round two. You laughed breathlessly, still trembling, and kissed him deeper.

You were definitely going to tease him about his nose more often.

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