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

[hanjinology]

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[hanjinology]

SWEETCHEEKS : featuring christopher chahn bahng

— in which you and chan has a seven year old daughter that you are co-parenting with. arin sets a mission and a goal to make the two of you get back together by doing all silly stuffs especially with her dada because she wanted her family full again. ss contains: 20 photos

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[starlostjisung]

well, that got out of hand

pairing: han x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 6.1k

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

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

live: unfiltered series

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

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

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

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

“you’re so dramatic”, han says.

hyunjin points at him, “says you!”

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

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

he gasps and felix grins shamelessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you all laugh and lift your cups.

“to surviving”

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

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

you groan, “please don’t remind me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it pays”, you say with a shrug.

“barely”, han mutters.

you sigh and take another sip of your drink.

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

han gives a small shrug, “yeah”

“you sure?”, hyunjin asks this time.

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

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

“mine too”, han says.

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s embarrassing”, han says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“maybe another job?”, felix asks.

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

“including weekends”, han adds.

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

han looks at him, “online?”

“yeah”

han snorts, “you overestimate how interesting we are”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hyunjin shrugs, “i’m serious”

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

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

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

“you said you need money”, felix says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what if you actually did it?

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

han.

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

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

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

han: should we talk about it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so can you”, you tell him.

“i know”

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

breathe in, breathe out.

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

“jisung… are you ready?”

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

“yeah, i think so”

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

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

“hey everyone… hi”

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

princessonline: omg first-timers??

cumslut: you two look so cute together 

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

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

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

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

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

midnightwolf: this is gonna be fun 

edgequeen: protect them at all costs

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

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

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

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

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

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

dirtypup: holy shit they’re actually going for it

artprince69: first time my ass look at them

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

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

strongspear: she’s riding him already fuck

maknaeontop: look how wet she is 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

aussielord: eating her out already fuck 

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

leethighs: i wish it was my mouth on her

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

han moans against your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, his other hand keeping you spread as he devours you. you can only focus on his mouth on you, on his fingers inside you and the way he looks up at you every few seconds with those dark and desperate eyes, like he could stay between your legs forever if you let him. 

his tongue presses against your clit while his fingers curl deep inside you and your hips jerk up against his mouth. he moans low and needy against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your body and when his lips suck your clit hard and his fingers move faster, your orgasm crashes through you, your back arching off the bed. 

“f-fuck, jisung”, you scream, your body shaking as his tongue and fingers keep moving, not letting you rest.

your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as you keep coming with a broken scream, your voice cracking on his name as you say it again and again, because it’s the only word you seem to know now. he groans against you like he’s the one coming, his tongue and fingers still moving, not stopping until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

you’re still panting hard when you tug his curls, pulling him up your body as he crawls over you, his mouth shiny with your juices, and you drag him into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. as you kiss, you feel him humping against your thigh now, his cock completely hard and leaking through his boxers, leaving a wet streak on your skin with every desperate move.

your hand slips between your bodies, hooking into his boxers and yanking them down. his cock springs free, thick and hard, the veins standing out along the shaft and the head leaking more pre-cum than you had thought it was possible. you wrap your fingers around it and move your hand, making him shudder above you, his hips jerking into your fist.

you keep kissing as you move your hand, but when you try to push him so he can lie on the bed and you can take him in your mouth, he stops your movements, his eyes wide and pleading.

“please, y/n”, he breathes against your lips, his voice hoarse, “don’t. i… i need you. just… keep kissing me. please”

you can’t say no to him and those eyes. 

you pull him back into another kiss while your hand keeps moving around his cock. your movements grow faster, your thumb swiping over the tip. he moans into your mouth, his hips thrusting into your hand and his tongue sliding against yours like he can’t get enough.

dirtypup: holy shit i wish it was my cock

midnightwolf: stroking my cock so hard right now

cumslut: look at that dick omg

artprince69: he’s gonna paint her body with his cum fuck

“like that… yeah. p-please”, he breaks the kiss just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word.

he kisses you again, his tongue moving desperately against yours now. his cock throbs in your hand and before you realise what’s happening, he comes hard, his cum shooting across your stomach, streaking your thighs and splattering your breasts. he keeps kissing you through it, moaning into your mouth while his hips jerk and his release paints your skin, warm and sticky, but he refuses to pull away from you - not that you really want him to - as his lips stay locked on yours like he needs the contact more than air. 

the kiss turns wet and desperate, neither of you willing to pull away to even breathe. when you finally break it, a thin string of spit stretches between you before snapping. you hold his gaze, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you, and then, you drag two fingers through his cum on your body and then you lift them to your mouth without looking away from him.

han’s breath catches hard, his eyes following every movement as you push your fingers between your lips and suck them clean, your tongue swirling around his cum. a broken whimper slips out of him, high and needy.

“fuck… fuck, y/n”, he gasps, his voice cracking.

leethighs: he’s literally shaking

artprince69: that was so hot fuck

maknaeontop: she can lick my cum too

cumslut: look at his face he’s gone 

han’s cock twitches against your thigh, already hard again. he moans louder, his hips jerking forward, and he crashes back into your mouth like he can’t survive without it now that he’s had a taste. the kiss turns frantic as his whimpers vibrate straight into you. he sounds completely wrecked, little broken sounds spilling between every slide of lips. 

you feel him moving, one of his hands moving between your bodies until the tip of his cock drags through your folds. the blunt pressure against your entrance makes you gasp into the kiss and your thighs spread wider on instinct.

“please”, you whisper against his mouth, your voice showing how desperate you are, “jisung, fuck me. i need you inside me right now”

he whines, as he presses his forehead to yours, and then pushes forward, stretching you open until he sinks all the way in with one slow and trembling thrust. your walls clench around him and you both moan loud enough for all your viewers to hear.

edgequeen: fuck they are so hot

princessonline: i wanna be her so bad

han starts moving, his hips rolling deep and steady at first and then faster as his need overtakes him. every thrust punches a moan out of you that he swallows greedily, kissing you like he’s starving. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer to you, and he answers with harder snaps of his hips against yours.

“god, you feel so good”, he pants between kisses, “so tight- f-fuck, i can’t stop”

“don’t stop”, you beg him, your voice shaking, “harder- please, ji… jisung, fuck me harder”

he obeys you, pounding into you now. his mouth never leaves yours for more than a second, desperate to keep tasting you while his cock moves in and out of you. you clench around him every time he bottoms out and he whimpers each time, the sound almost pained with how good it feels.

you know people are still commenting and sending money, but neither of you can focus on anything else other than the way your bodies slam together and the endless and messy kisses you share. your hands claw at his back, his curls, anything to keep him closer to you while you beg for more between every thrust.

“ji- jisung, i’m close. don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“i’m right there”, he says, his voice wrecked, “come with me. fuck, y/n, come on my cock”

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing hard around him and you let out a broken cry muffled against his mouth. the feeling drags him over the edge too as he buries himself deep and comes with a long and shaking moan. you keep kissing through your orgasms, your tongues sliding together, both of you trembling and gasping into each other’s mouths as the aftershocks roll through you, his cum leaking out of you around his cock.

when your climaxes finally end, both of you are panting, your foreheads pressed together and your chests breathing hard. you blink up at him, still trembling, and brush a damp curl off his forehead.

“you okay?”, you whisper.

he doesn’t answer right away. his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown, locked on your face like he’s drowning in it and then, a low and broken groan leaves his throat.

“i need to taste you again”, he says, his voice almost frantic, “p-please- fuck, i have to-”

before you can even react, he’s sliding down your body, his mouth already open. he pushes your thighs apart with shaky hands and then buries his face between your legs like a man starved. his tongue drags though your folds and rips a scream from your throat. your back arches hard off the bed as he licks deep, sucking at your entrance, then flattening his tongue over your swollen clit.

cumslut: holy fuck i’m fingering myself so hard right now

strongspear: look at his tongue disappearing inside her

user69: i wish i was between them licking both of them 

he moans into your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto his mouth as he devours you again. you can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding against his tongue and lips, riding his face while he eats you out like he’ll die without it.

“jisung- oh my god, jisung!”, you cry, your thighs shaking around his head.

he doesn’t slow down, if anything, he gets more desperate, his tongue flicking your clit before moving back inside you, his nose pressed against you as he breathes you in. another orgasm crashes through you then, as you scream his name and your hips jerk against his face, but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, sucking your clit and making another wave of pleasure start inside your body as soon as the other finishes.

“i- i can’t- jisung, i need to breathe-”, you gasp, your voice cracking, but he only moans louder and keeps eating you out, his mouth all over you like he’s lost all control. 

aussielord: i’m coming watching this fuck

dirtypup: he’s literally drinking her

edgequeen: i’m so wet i’m dripping on my chair 

you feel another orgasm building, stronger and deeper. han’s eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and wild, never breaking contact as his tongue works you relentlessly and that’s what pushes you over this time. your whole body locks up and then explodes, a powerful gush sprays from you, soaking his lips and chin. he groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and keeps drinking you down, his tongue lapping at every drop while you writhe and scream.

the orgasm rips through you so hard your vision whites out as your body arches off the bed. your thighs clamp around his head, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you squirt, and still he doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and sucking, moaning into your oversensitive cunt until you’re shaking so much you can barely speak.

“ji- jisung- too much… o-oversensitive”, you finally manage to whimper.

he pulls back, his lips shiny and swollen, as he breaths hard. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, then the trembling skin just above your core, while you twitch and gasp through the aftershocks. he moves up your body slowly, his face still glistening with your juices and then he leans in close until his nose almost brushes yours, his breath warm and shaky against your mouth.

“you okay?”, he asks you this time, his voice hoarse from how hard he’d been moaning into you.

you can’t answer him, your brain feels scrambled and your body is still twitching from your orgasms. all you can do is look at him, because now you are the one that’s completely lost in the sight of him - his flushed cheeks, the way his curls stick to his damp forehead and the raw hunger still burning in his eyes. 

without a word you reach up, grab the back of his neck and drag him down to kiss him again. you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to you even though there’s no space left between your bodies.

his palms stroke your sides while your hands roam everywhere, everywhere you can reach. every kiss feels heavier, more intimate, like you’re both pouring everything into each other without needing to speak.

midnightwolf: my cock is throbbing so bad right now

cumslut: they look so gone for each other it’s hot as fuck

princessonline: i came twice and i’m still wet 

you keep kissing him deeper, your legs tangling with his, as your hands keep exploring every inch of skin that you can reach. then han breaks the kiss and turns his head towards the phone. he reaches over and without saying anything, he taps the screen and ends the livestream, the chat disappearing then. he turns towards you and kisses you again, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that is new, nothing like the kisses you’ve shared until now, like he’s checking every inch of you is still there and still wants him. 

his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking gently along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours in unhurried presses.

“you okay?”, he asks you again between kisses.

you nod your head, trying to catch your breath before he kisses you again.

“yeah, i’m okay”, you say as your fingers trace the line of his collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palm, “and you?”

he gives a small and shaky laugh and nods his head, “i’m good”

for a long moment you just stay like that, your bodies tangled together and neither of you looking away from each other. your fingers keep moving in lazy patterns over his body while his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking slow circles there.

eventually you break the silence, “do you think we made enough money?”

something flickers across his face, so quick it’s almost hidden. disappointment maybe? it’s gone before you can be sure, replaced by a soft and careful smile.

“i hope so”, he says quietly, “we really need it”

you tilt your head, studying him, “what’s wrong?”

han exhales then, the sound shaky. his gaze drops for a second before he forces it back up to meet yours.

“i just… i know we need the money, i really do, and that’s why we did this but… fuck, i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a while now and having you like this today, i… i don’t wanna stop doing this, but i don’t want it to be for a livestream or to get money. i want you, just you. and maybe you don’t want me the same way and that’s okay, i just… i needed to say it because i feel like i’m gonna lose my mind”

the words tumble out faster, spiraling, and you can’t do anything, just lie there as you look at him.

“i mean, i know this started as a stupid idea to get the money and i’m probably ruining everything right now but… this felt real to me and i can’t pretend it didn’t and if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll shut up and we can just-”

you cut him off with a kiss, firm and deep, your hands sliding into his curls to hold him there. he makes a surprised sound against your lips but melts into it almost instantly, his lips parting as your tongues slide together again. when you finally pull back, his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed darker than before. 

“i love you too”, you say, your voice steady even though your heart is hammering, “and i’ve wanted you for longer than i even let myself admit. so stop spiraling, jisung”

he laughs softly and then surges forward and kisses you again, like he’s trying to pour everything he never said into the press of his mouth against yours. your legs tangle together tighter, your bodies pressing close once more as the kiss turns heated but still soft and tender, exploring what this confession could lead to.

when you break apart this time, breathless and smiling, you murmur against his lips, “this is not exactly the most romantic confession, huh?”

han laughs, the sound warm and shaky against your lips, “yeah… but it’s ours”, he says and then leans in to kiss you once more, already knowing he will never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his.

“but we’re never telling hyunjin and felix how we confessed”

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[hanjinology]

VENGEANCE : featuring kim hongjoong

— DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

a/n: HI SO YEAH HAPPY 2K FOLLOWERS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. So as a gift to everyone, here's a dilf!joong to all my fellow atiny's in my followers list. I hope you guys enjoy this delicious fic. ACK. I LOVE YOU ALL. <333

word count: 9k words

You were a catch. A fucking catch.

Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.

After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching band—the one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.

He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.

It wasn't unusual for Jaehyun to go a day or two without texting. You both had busy lives, you with band rehearsals and him with football practice, so you understood. Whenever he had time, he always came back to you. That was how your relationship worked: comfortable, intact, and especially intimate when you finally got to be alone together.

You never doubted him. He always reassured you so well.

Until now.

It had been a full week since the last time you actually spoke to him in person. No late-night visits to your dorm, no sneaking in through your window with that boyish grin. Just short, dry texts. And every time you tried calling him, he would pick up only to say he was "too busy with practice" and hang up after a minute.

Something felt... off.

You tried to shrug it off at first. Jaehyun was probably just exhausted from practice. You told yourself he'd text soon, that he just needed some time to himself. Three days ago, he had sent a short message saying he was going back to his father's house for a while and wouldn't be around campus. You understand.

But that was three days ago.

Now it had been two full weeks since you last saw him in person. Two weeks of dry, replies and calls that ended within a minute. The uneasy feeling in your chest grew heavier, tightening around your throat like a chokehold.

You weren't used to this. You weren't used to doubting him.

Lucky for you, you actually knew his father—Kim Hongjoong.

He was a genuine, warm man. A single father of three who somehow still looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. At 42, Hongjoong could easily pass for someone in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, with sharp, refined features and that same devastating smile Jaehyun inherited. He was kind, attentive, and had a quiet confidence that always made the air feel a little thicker whenever he was around.

If he wasn't your boyfriend's father... well, you wouldn't have let yourself think about it.

But right now, worry was winning over everything else.

You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him.

You: Hi, Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from Jaehyun properly in almost two weeks. He mentioned he was going home a few days ago. Is everything okay? Do you know where he is?

You hit send and stared at the screen, nerves twisting in your stomach. The party noise faded into the background as you waited.

Not even a minute later, your phone vibrated.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. Jaehyun isn't home right now. He said he'll be coming next week. I'm not sure why he told you he was already here...

Your stomach dropped.

He lied.

Jaehyun lied to you.

He never lied to you. Does he?

But now the doubt was creeping in, loud and ugly. Jaehyun had lied. He told you he was going home when he clearly wasn't. Why? The question twisted uncomfortably in your chest, and the fact that you couldn't even confront him made it worse. He was completely missing in action. You typed back with slightly shaky fingers.

You: Oh. I see. Thank you, Mr. Kim. If he comes home, please tell him to message me. Thank you. Hongjoong: Of course, darling. Take care of yourself, yeah? And visit here sometimes, whenever you can.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his reply. Even through text, Hongjoong's warmth came through so easily. He really was such a sweet man, a genuinely good father. The kind of man who made you feel cared for with just a few words. For a moment, the heavy weight in your chest felt a little lighter.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and let out a long breath, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts about Jaehyun to the back of your mind.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling twisting in your chest.

If Jaehyun wasn't at his father's house like he claimed, then he was probably just hiding in his dorm. That had to be it. Tomorrow, you decided, you would go see him. You'd look him in the eyes and ask what the fuck was actually going on.

The next day came by so quickly.

You baked his favorite cake. Chocolate with extra frosting, hoping it would soften whatever conversation was about to happen. With the cake box in one hand and your spare key in the other, you stood in front of Jaehyun's dorm door, heart beating heavily.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door quietly.

The moment you stepped inside, your stomach dropped. Loud, breathy female moans filled the entire dorm. The sound was unmistakable. High-pitched, needy, and very real.

He's probably just watching porn, you told yourself, trying to stay calm. He does that sometimes when he's stressed...

But something felt wrong. You walked down the short hallway, cake still in your hands, and slowly pushed open the door to his bedroom.

The sight hit you like a truck.

Jaehyun was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. A girl you didn't recognize was on top of him, riding him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned loudly. His hands were gripping her ass, guiding her movements while he groaned beneath her.

For a few painful seconds, you just stood there frozen, cake box trembling slightly in your hands.

Jaehyun's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto yours. His face went pale.

"Baby—?!" he choked out, voice hoarse. The girl on top of him let out a startled yelp and quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. You had already seen everything.

The cake suddenly felt heavy in your arms. The sweet smell that used to comfort you now turned your stomach. All the late replies. All the sudden "practices." All the lies about going home.

This is why.

"Kim Jaehyun! What the fuck!?"

The cake box slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. For a split second, everything was silent except for the girl's heavy breathing. Then your blood boils.

You didn't scream. You didn't cry. Instead, you strode forward with long, confident steps, that signature domineering aura radiating off you like ice.

The girl barely had time to react before your hand shot out. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off Jaehyun with one powerful pull. She screamed as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress.

"Get the fuck off him," you said coldly, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. She scrambled away from you, eyes wide with shock, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. Jaehyun sat up quickly, face pale and panicked.

"Babe— wait, it's not— I can explain—"

"Explain?" You let out a bitter laugh, still holding the girl's hair tightly in your grip as you glared down at him. "You lied to me for two weeks just so you could fuck someone behind my back?"

The girl whimpered as you finally released her hair with a rough shove. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like her life depended on it, slamming the door behind her.

Now it was just you and Jaehyun. He looked pathetic, naked, flushed, dick still hard and glistening from another girl's pussy. The sight made your stomach turn.

You stood tall at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at him like he was nothing more than a disappointing subordinate who just ruined the entire performance.

"Two weeks, Jaehyun," you said, voice dangerously calm. "Two fucking weeks of 'I'm busy' and 'I'm at my dad's'. And this is what you were doing?"

Jaehyun's eyes widened in panic. He scrambled off the bed, still naked, and lunged forward, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"Babe, wait— please, just listen to me! It's not what it looks like, I swear! She doesn't mean anything, it was just— fuck, it was a mistake—"

You felt his grip on your wrist like fire.

With a sharp, powerful yank, you shoved him off you. Jaehyun stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

"Don't you fucking lay your filthy hands on me!" you hissed, voice dripping with venom. "A mistake? You lied to me for two whole weeks so you could fuck some random bitch behind my back and you call that a mistake?!"

Your chest heaved with rage. Your eyes blurred as tears pooled on your eyelids, making Jaehyun shrink under your glare.

"We're done," you said coldly, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't ever call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me. Fuck off, Jaehyun."

You turned on your heels, not even sparing the fallen chocolate cake on the floor a second glance, and walked out of his room. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you slammed the dorm door behind you with a loud bang.

Tears burned in your eyes the moment you stepped outside, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not for him. You were done.

For the next week, Jaehyun wouldn't leave you alone.

He texted and called nonstop, even after you blocked him on everything. He showed up outside your classes, your band practice, and your dorm. Every time he tried to approach you, your friends were right there, ready to throw punches and shield you like bodyguards. They cursed him out and dragged you away before he could get close.

You stayed strong on the outside, but the betrayal still stung.

By the start of the second week, you thought it was finally dying down. Until one afternoon.

You had just finished band practice and were walking out of the campus gate when a girl stepped in front of you. It was her. The girl you had pulled off Jaehyun that day. She looked nervous, eyes red like she'd been crying.

"Can we talk?" she asked quietly. "Please... just for a minute."

You almost walked past her, but something in her expression made you stop. You crossed your arms, staring her down.

"Fine. Talk."

She took a shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry... I had no idea you existed. Jaehyun told me he was single the entire time. We'd been seeing each other for almost a month. He said he didn't have a girlfriend, that he was too focused on football to date anyone seriously." Her voice cracked. "If I had known about you... I would never have touched him. I swear."

She looked genuinely devastated.

"I feel sick knowing I was the other woman. I'm really, really sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. The anger you'd been carrying suddenly felt heavier. Jaehyun didn't just cheat on you. He had played both of you.

You let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through your hair.

"...Thanks for telling me," you said coldly. "At least now I know how much of a lying piece of shit he really is."

The girl nodded, looking ashamed, before quietly walking away. You stood there at the gate for a long time, the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement. The betrayal felt even deeper now.

For the next month, you drowned yourself in studies and band practice.

You threw everything you had into rehearsals, perfecting every count, every movement, every command on the field. At night, you buried yourself in books and assignments until your eyes burned. You barely slept, barely ate, and barely gave yourself time to think.

The whole campus knew what happened. The cheating scandal spread like wildfire. People whispered when you walked by, gave you pitiful looks in the hallways, and sent sympathetic messages. But you kept your chin up high, shoulders back, and that signature domineering aura firmly in place. You refuse to let anyone see you break. You were the drum major. You didn't fall apart in public.

Two months had passed since that awful day. You were in your dorm, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. It's been a while. How have you been? It's already been two months since I last heard from you. I didn't even know you and Jaehyun broke up until recently... Are you okay?

Your chest tightened. You stared at the message for a long time before replying.

You: Oh. Hello, Mr. Kim. Yeah, we broke up. I'm fine though, thank you for checking me up. Hongjoong: I'm really sorry to hear that. If you're free this weekend, why don't you come over for dinner? I'll cook. You can talk about what happened if you want to... or we can just eat and you can forget everything for a while. No pressure. I just hate the thought of you dealing with this alone, besides I know for sure whatever the reason is, it could have been my stupid son's fault.

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to say no and keep burying yourself in work. But another part, the tired, angry, emotionally drained part, desperately needed to let it all out.

You: Okay. I'll come. Thank you, Mr. Kim. Hongjoong: Great. Come by Saturday at 6? Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.

Saturday came faster than you expected. By 6:30 PM, you were standing in front of Hongjoong's house, heart beating a little faster than usual. You had chosen one of your favorite Sunday dresses. A soft, off-shoulder cream-colored dress that hugged your figure nicely but still looked modest enough. You tugged at the hem nervously, suddenly wondering if it was too much. Too pretty. Too revealing for a dinner with your ex-boyfriend's father.

You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Kim Hongjoong stood there, looking unfairly good in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile.

"You're here," he said softly, voice rich and comforting. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toe before he caught himself and looked back at your face.

"You look great. Come in, sweetheart."

He stepped aside, letting you enter. The house smelled amazing, Garlic, herbs, and something savory that made your stomach rumble.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late," you murmured.

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you came." He closed the door behind you, then gently placed a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the dining area. The light touch sent a small, unexpected shiver up your spine. "I made carbonara and grilled steak. Hope you're hungry."

As you followed him, the reality of the situation settled in. This was the first time you'd been here since the breakup. No Jaehyun. Just you and Hongjoong.

He pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, then disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine. Hongjoong sat across from you, his warm gaze never leaving your face.

"So..." he started gently, voice low and careful. "Do you want to eat first and relax... or do you want to tell me what really happened between you and my son?"

He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of quiet concern and something deeper you couldn't quite name.

"I'm here to listen to everything. No judgment."

You sat quietly for a moment, staring at the glass of wine in your hands. The warmth of Hongjoong's home and his gentle presence made the walls you'd built over the past two months feel dangerously thin.

"I... I'll tell you," you whispered. Hongjoong nodded, giving you his full attention. He stayed silent, patient, as you started talking.

You told him everything.

How Jaehyun had been distant for weeks. The constant excuses. The lies about being at his house. How you baked his favorite cake and went to his dorm with a spare key, hoping to fix things. How you walked in on him fucking another girl. How he had the audacity to lie and say it was a mistake.

The more you spoke, the more your voice shook.

"I kept myself busy for two months straight," you continued, tears already blurring your vision. "Studies, practice, rehearsals... anything just to stop thinking about it. The whole campus knew. Everyone was looking at me with pity and I hated it. I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to be in control... but he made me feel so stupid."

Your throat tightened painfully.

"I trusted him. I never doubted him even once. And he played me like I was nothing. He told that girl he was single the whole time. He lied to both of us."

The dam finally broke. A sob ripped from your chest. Tears streamed down your face as all the anger, humiliation, and pain you'd been holding in came rushing out at once.

"I feel so pathetic..." you cried, covering your face with both hands. "I'm supposed to be better than this. I hate that he still has this much power over me."

You couldn't stop sobbing.

Suddenly, you felt strong, warm arms wrapped around you. Hongjoong had moved from his seat and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. One hand gently rubbed your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

"Shhh... it's okay," he whispered softly against your hair, voice deep and soothing. "Let it all out, sweetheart. You don't have to be strong right now. Not here."

He held you closer, letting you cry into his chest as your body shook with heavy sobs.

"You're not pathetic," he murmured firmly. "You're incredible. My son is the idiot who couldn't see what he had."

Hongjoong didn't let go. He kept holding you, rocking you gently, his warmth and steady heartbeat slowly calming you down as you cried out months of pent-up pain.

"Just so you know," Hongjoong said softly, still holding you close, "I didn't raise my son to be like that. I thought I taught him well."

His voice was low and heavy with disappointment. One of his hands kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.

"I don't know where he got the idea that cheating is okay," he continued, almost to himself. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve any of this. Not a single second."

You stayed buried against his chest, your sobs slowly quieting into shaky breaths. His shirt was damp with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He smelled comforting, like warm cologne, fresh laundry, and something distinctly him.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at your tear-streaked face. His thumb gently wiped away the tears still clinging to your cheeks, his touch incredibly tender.

"Well..." you whispered shakily against his chest, voice still thick with tears, "just by how you're treating me right now... maybe it's only the looks that Jaehyun inherited from you."

Hongjoong let out a soft, surprised chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. He pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly, his hand still gently cupping your cheek.

"Is that so?" he murmured, a small, handsome smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed another stray tear from your skin. "I'll take that as a compliment then."

Hongjoong watched you with quiet intensity, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you pushed the pasta around your plate. The warm lighting in the dining room cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and the open collar of his black shirt.

He set his wine glass down slowly, the quiet clink breaking the silence.

"What do you want to do with Jaehyun now?" he asked, voice low and velvety.You stared at your plate for a long moment, the hurt and rage you'd buried for two months rising back to the surface like poison.

"I want him to learn his lesson," you said bitterly, your voice cracking. "I want it to hurt. I want him to feel even a fraction of the humiliation and betrayal he made me feel."A heavy silence filled the room.

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you carefully. Then the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a dark, dangerous smile. He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing right beside you. His tall frame towered over you as he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Then let me help you teach him," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly across your bottom lip. "We can film ourselves in bed. You and me. I'll fuck you the way you deserved. I'll make you moan my name so loudly the camera catches every desperate sound."

Your breath hitched.

Hongjoong leaned down closer, his lips hovering near your ear as his voice dropped into a husky whisper.

"Imagine it, sweetheart... My hands all over this beautiful body. My cock buried deep inside you while you're falling apart. And then we send that video straight to Jaehyun. Let him watch his own father ruining the girl he was stupid enough to cheat on." He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own burning with lust and something dangerously possessive.

"You'll be screaming for me... and he'll be forced to watch every second of it."

His fingers slid from your chin down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your skin."It's your decision," he said softly, but his eyes were anything but soft. "If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you tonight. I'll make sure my son never forgets what he lost."

You stared at Hongjoong, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

He was undeniably attractive. The way his black shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms, the sharp line of his jaw, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 42, he looked better than most men half his age. But this... this was crossing a dangerous line.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, voice shaky. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "Mr. Kim, he's still your son. This feels... wrong."

Hongjoong gave you a warm, understanding smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle gently. His hand slid from your thigh to your back, giving you a soft, comforting pat as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you.

"It's okay," he said softly, voice gentle and reassuring. "I don't like pushing things on people, sweetheart. Especially not you."

He straightened up and moved back to his seat across from you, though his eyes never really left your face. The tension in the air slowly eased, but the heat of his earlier words still lingered.

"Go ahead and eat," he added with a small nod toward your plate. "Then you can rest if you want. No pressure at all. I'm just happy you're here."

You nodded quietly and picked up your fork again, though your appetite had mostly vanished. The carbonara tasted amazing, but your mind kept replaying his proposal, the image of you and Hongjoong in bed, filming everything, sending it to Jaehyun.

For the next few weeks, Hongjoong's offer refused to leave your mind.

It lingered like a parasite burrowing deeper every quiet moment. Late at night while you tried to study. During band practice when your mind should've been focused on counts and formations. Even in your dreams, his low voice would whisper the filthy promise again and again.

You told yourself it was wrong. Disgusting, even. He was your ex-boyfriend's father for heaven's sake. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thought away, it always crawled back, hotter and more tempting each time.You decided to ignore it. Bury it. Move on.

Until one sunny afternoon.

You were walking past the football field when you saw them.

Jaehyun was sitting on the bleachers with the same girl, the one you had dragged off his cock that day. She was laughing at something he said, leaning into his side while his arm was casually draped around her shoulders. He looked... completely unbothered. Like he hadn't shattered your trust and humiliated you in front of the entire campus.

Something ugly and sharp twisted violently in your chest.Your feet stopped moving. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides.All the pain, the anger, and the humiliation came rushing back in full force. And right behind it, Hongjoong's voice echoed clearly in your head.

"If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you."

That's when you stopped hesitating.

The sight of Jaehyun laughing with that girl on the bleachers had ignited something feral inside you. No more crying. No more burying the pain. Tonight, you were going to make him regret ever laying eyes on anyone else.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the his father's house with fire in your eyes and steel in your spine. Your fist knocked firmly on the wooden door.

The door opened, and there was Hongjoong.

He looked devastatingly attractive in a simple black button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly messy, and the moment his eyes landed on you. Standing there with flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and clenched fists.

Before he could even speak, you looked him dead in the eyes and said with absolute conviction. "Let's do it."

The air between you instantly thickened. Hongjoong's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he stepped aside, silently inviting you in. The moment the door closed behind you with a soft click, it felt like the outside world had been shut out completely.

Your head started to spin.You didn't know if it was because of Hongjoong's strong, woody perfume, deep, masculine, and intoxicating, that kept flooding your senses with every breath, or if it was the sudden wave of nervousness crashing over you all at once.Your heart hammered violently in your chest. Your palms felt clammy. The reality of what you just agreed to hit you like a freight train.

"Come with me," he said softly.

His hand slid down to yours, at the flat as he guided you upstairs. The house was quiet except for the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Every step up the stairs made your stomach flutter harder.He led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The room was spacious and masculine, dark wood furniture, a large king-sized bed with crisp black sheets, and soft ambient lighting from the bedside lamps. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the same intoxicating scent that had made your head spin earlier.

Hongjoong gently pulled you inside and closed the door behind you with a soft click. Without saying a word, he guided you toward the bed, his hand resting lightly on your lower back.

"Sit down, sweetheart," he murmured.You obeyed, lowering yourself to sit at the edge of the large bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Hongjoong stood in front of you, tall and commanding, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly tender.

"Nervous?" Hongjoong asked softly, his voice low and gentle as he stayed crouched between your parted thighs.You could only nod, not trusting your voice. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. Your heart was racing so fast you felt lightheaded, and the way he was looking at you, so intense, so patient, yet so hungry, made everything feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong gave you a small, understanding smile. He rose slowly from his crouch and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing warmly against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side while his other hand came up to gently cup your face.

"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek. "This is a big step. But I promise... I'll take care of you."

He leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, letting his lips linger there. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you again, making your head spin in the best way.

"I'm not going to rush you," he whispered against your skin. "We can go slow."

His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with feather-light fingers. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his again.

"Tell me what you want," he said softly, eyes dark but patient. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Or do you just want me to hold you until the nerves settle down?" His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip as he waited, giving you full control even while his body radiated heat and barely contained desire.

The sigh that left your lips was soft and shaky the moment Hongjoong's lips met yours.It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was slow, warm, and devastatingly gentle, like he was savoring the first taste of something he had wanted for a long time. Your head instinctively leaned into him, eyes fluttering shut as a rush of heat spread through your body.

Hongjoong hummed approvingly against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours with experience, deepening the kiss gradually until you parted your lips for him. When his tongue slipped inside, tasting you, a quiet whimper escaped your throat.He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, deep, sensual, and thorough. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your thighs press together instinctively.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was slightly heavier, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire as he looked at you.

"Still nervous?" he whispered, voice husky. His thumb brushed tenderly over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.You barely managed a small shake of your head.

"There we go." Hongjoong smiled, slow and predatory, before capturing your lips again, this time with more hunger. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he guided you further onto the bed until your back gently met the soft mattress.

He hovered over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying in his bed, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes hazy with nerves and arousal. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sat back on his knees and reached for the buttons of his black shirt.

One by one, he undid them slowly, deliberately, revealing his toned chest and defined abs inch by inch. The shirt slid off his broad shoulders and strong arms, exposing his muscular upper body. He was even more impressive than you had imagined, years of quiet discipline showing in every line of his torso. He tossed the shirt aside without care.

Your breath caught.

Hongjoong leaned down again, capturing your lips in another slow, heated kiss. His bare skin radiated warmth as he pressed closer, one hand sliding up your side.

His fingers found the hem of your sundress. He sat up slightly and gently tugged the fabric upward, eyes locked on yours the entire time, giving you every chance to stop him. You lifted your hips instinctively, and he pulled the dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Hongjoong let out a low, appreciative groan as his gaze roamed over your body.

"Fuck... look at you," he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands traced your waist, then moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over the fabric. He leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, then lower, between the valley of your breasts. His fingers skillfully unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your shoulders, freeing your breasts.

"Perfect," he breathed, eyes dark.He tossed your bra aside and returned to kissing you — deeper this time, while his hands explored your now mostly bare body with slow, reverent touches.

Hongjoong kissed you like he was starving for you, his mouth claiming yours in deep, slow strokes while his hands explored your body with growing hunger. He trailed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking gently.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

He continued downward, pressing wet kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the thin fabric and started slowly pulling them down your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.

As the lace slid down your legs, Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. His voice came out low and rough, slightly breathless.

"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" His hands never stopped moving. He finished pulling your panties off and tossed them aside, then ran his palms up your bare thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could settle between them.You could barely think straight, head spinning from the sensation of being completely naked under him.

"In... in my bag," you managed to whisper, voice shaky. "By the door..."

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgment. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above your mound, dangerously close to where you were already aching for him.

"Stay right here," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "Don't move."

He stood up for a moment, giving you a full view of his sculpted torso and the obvious bulge straining against his pants. He walked over to your bag, retrieved your phone, and returned to the bed.

Hongjoong gave you one last deep kiss before pulling back, then handed you your phone with a dark, heated look in his eyes.

"Here, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding. "You're going to record this."

He helped you sit up and lean back against the plush headboard, propping pillows behind you so you were comfortable. Then he moved down the bed, settling his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His large hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs wider apart, fully exposing your glistening pussy to him.

Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the camera app on of your phone and switched it to video mode. You hit record.

Hongjoong looked straight into the lens for a moment, a wicked smirk on his lips, before his gaze dropped back to your dripping core. Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit in one long, filthy stroke. A broken moan immediately spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god..." you whimpered, hips twitching.

Hongjoong groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking gently.

"Fuck—!" you cried out, your free hand flying down to grip his hair.

He ate you out like a man possessed, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more hungry. His tongue circled your clit, flicked it, then dipped down to push inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, clearly captured by the camera.

You struggled to keep the phone steady, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through you. "Joong— ahh!" you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "It feels so good..."

He looked up at the camera again, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head, while you watched his face contort through the screen of your phone. He then slid two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tried your best to keep recording, legs trembling around his head, hips grinding against his talented tongue.

His tongue worked your swollen clit with expert precision, licking, sucking, and flicking in perfect rhythm while two thick fingers pumped deep inside your soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, all of it being captured clearly on the phone you were desperately trying to hold steady.

"Ahh—! Hongjoong... fuck!" you moaned loudly, your voice cracking.

Your head fell back against the headboard, but you forced your eyes to stay on the camera. Your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tight and hot in your lower belly.

Hongjoong groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your back arch sharply.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, lips shiny with your juices. He curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "So wet for me already."

"I— I can't—" you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his face. "It's too good... I'm— I'm so close!"

He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly while his fingers fucked you faster, deeper. Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes dark and commanding.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He dove back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with intense pressure while his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. The coil inside you snapped.

"Oh my god— Hongjoong!" you screamed, your back arching violently off the bed. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through your body, making your vision blur and your legs shake uncontrollably. You kept moaning his name brokenly, loud and shameless, as the orgasm went on and on. You didn't even know if you properly recorded the way he made you cum. It was too much for you to think about it.

Hongjoong didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering you through every pulse, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess against the headboard. Only when your moans turned into weak, oversensitive whimpers did he finally slow down. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your throbbing clit before pulling his fingers out and looking up at you with a satisfied, predatory smirk.

Hongjoong huffed a heavy, shaky breath against your soaked pussy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Your orgasm had clearly affected him just as much. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and his lips glistened with your release.

He slowly crawled up your body like a predator, hovering over you on his forearms. His muscular frame caged you in completely, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh through his pants.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from your trembling hands. He quickly tapped the screen a few times, saving the video with a satisfied hum, then tossed the phone onto the far side of the bed where it landed safely on the pillows.

Now there was nothing between you two. Hongjoong looked down at you with pure hunger, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His bare chest brushed against your breasts with every breath he took.

"Enough recording for now," he rasped, voice thick and rough. "I want to feel you properly."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist as he ground his clothed erection against your bare, sensitive pussy. You moaned into his mouth, still twitching from your orgasm. Hongjoong broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and husky, barely holding back his hunger. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you looked straight up into his eyes, fiery, determined, and needy all at once, and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him the clearest answer you could.

Hongjoong's eyes darkened even more. A low, pleased groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

"That's my good girl." He reached down between your bodies and quickly freed himself from his pants. His hard cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and flushed. He wrapped a hand around the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked slit, coating himself in your wetness.

You gasped softly at the feeling, your arms tightening around his neck.

Hongjoong pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered roughly. Then, with one slow but firm thrust, he pushed the thick head of his cock inside you.

A broken moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, groaning at how tightly your walls gripped him.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in. "You feel even better than I imagined." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as he gave you time to adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back.

The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, something in Hongjoong snapped.

He didn't hold back anymore.

With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward hard, burying his thick cock deep inside you in one powerful stroke. A loud, broken cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide open, filling you completely.

"Fuck—!" Hongjoong growled, voice raw with years of pent-up desire. "Finally..."

He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a brutal, desperate pace right away. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he fucked you like a man who had been starving for this moment for years.

"Been waiting so fucking long for this," he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "You have no idea how many nights I imagined fucking you raw in my bed."

Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips snapping against yours with raw power. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your loud moans and his heavy grunts filled the room.

Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his waist, driving even deeper. His rhythm was relentless, almost animalistic, like he was claiming you completely.

"Mine now," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braced beside your head. "This pussy is mine."

He kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder. His hips rolled with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him dragging against your walls.You could barely think, only feel the way he was ruining you so perfectly. Hongjoong buried his face in your neck again, sucking hard on your skin as he growled.

He fucked you like a man possessed, hips slamming against yours with raw, years-long hunger.

He suddenly shifted his angle, hooking your leg higher around his waist and driving deeper. He thrust hard a few times, searching, adjusting, until he found it. Your whole body jerked violently.

"Ahh—! There—!" you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

Hongjoong's lips curled into a feral smirk against your neck.

"Right here?" he growled, voice dark and satisfied. He immediately started targeting that sweet spot mercilessly. Every thrust was precise, deep, and devastatingly fast, slamming directly into the spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuck yes— take it, baby," he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he railed you without mercy. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly."

His pace was brutal now, deep, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly between your bodies as he drove into you again and again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You were moaning shamelessly, almost sobbing with pleasure, your arms locked tight around his neck.

Hongjoong buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you even harder, hips snapping with pure desperation.

"That's it," he panted, voice rough. He angled his hips again, making sure every thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge at an overwhelming speed.

"You're getting so fucking tight again," he groaned, almost snarling. "Gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

Hongjoong kept slamming into that perfect spot with ruthless precision, his hips moving in a fast, deep rhythm that left you completely undone. Your eyes suddenly rolled to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Your entire body tensed violently beneath him.

"I'm— I'm cumming—!" you sobbed brokenly, voice cracking.

Your walls clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as your second orgasm crashed through you even harder than the first. A loud, shameless moan tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed while your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

The way your pussy squeezed him so tightly, almost begging him to cum with you, finally pushed Hongjoong over the edge.

"Fuck— baby!" he growled loudly, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your spasming pussy, filling you up completely as he kept grinding into you, riding out both of your orgasms.

His body trembled above yours, hips twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name against your neck like a prayer. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed. Hongjoong stayed buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting and covered in sweat.

"Shit..." he whispered hoarsely, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. "You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that." He gave one last slow thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you, then stayed there, savoring the warmth of your body wrapped around him.

Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily in the quiet aftermath.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and gently collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing softly against your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint beating of his heart against your chest.

Hongjoong was the first to move. He pressed slow, lazy kisses along your neck and jawline, then finally lifted his head to look at you. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were softer now, warm, almost tender.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice hoarse from exertion. One of his hands came up to gently brush strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

You could only nod weakly, still dazed and trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. Your arms remained loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

Hongjoong smiled softly, a small, genuine smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He leaned down and kissed you, slow, deep, and full of affection this time, completely different from the raw hunger earlier.

Hongjoong stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, savoring the warmth and the way your walls still fluttered around him. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out with a low groan.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your swollen pussy onto the sheets. He watched it for a second with dark satisfaction before looking back at your face.

"Stay still, sweetheart," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't move. I'll get you a glass of water."

You nodded hazily, still floating in a blissful, post-orgasm daze. Your body felt heavy and boneless against the mattress.

As Hongjoong got up and walked out of the room, completely naked, you reached over to the other side of the bed where he had thrown your phone. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up.

The video was still there.

Without giving yourself time to overthink, you opened your messaging app, found Jaehyun's contact, and attached the video. Your thumb hovered for only a second before you hit send.The message delivered.

You stared at the screen, heart pounding. A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared... then stopped. Then appeared again.

Finally, a message came through.

Jaehyun: What the fuck is this?

Another message followed almost immediately, his panic clear even through text.

Jaehyun: Is that... my fucking dad?! Jaehyun: Are you seriously fucking my DAD?!

You didn't reply. You smiled .A slow, satisfied, almost wicked smile spread across your lips as you scrolled through the flood of texts Jaehyun had sent in the last few minutes.

Jaehyun: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Jaehyun: You're seriously fucking my DAD just because I made one mistake?! Jaehyun: This is so fucked up. You're disgusting. Jaehyun: Delete that shit right now. I can't believe you'd stoop this low. Jaehyun: Answer me you fucking bitch.

Every angry, desperate message made the smile on your face grow wider. You could practically hear him shouting through the screen, the panic, the rage, the disbelief.

You were still smiling when Hongjoong returned with a glass of cold water in his hand. He paused at the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of you, naked, flushed, and glowing, sitting up in his bed while scrolling through your phone with a satisfied little smirk on your face.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Did you already send it?" he asked, walking over to the bed. You looked up at him and nodded slowly, biting your lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face.

Hongjoong let out a low, rich chuckle, clearly pleased. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and handed you the glass.

"Here, drink up," he said softly.

You took the glass and drank the rest of the water slowly while he watched you with dark, affectionate eyes. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand.

He leaned in, cupping your jaw gently as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips.

"Good girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice laced with satisfaction. "Now come here."

Hongjoong pulled you back down onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your body and tucking you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, one hand lazily stroking your back.

"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, holding you close. As you drifted off in his warm embrace, your phone buzzed one last time on the nightstand. You smiled against Hongjoong's chest and closed your eyes. Revenge had never felt so good.

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[jj-one]

hanji fucking you after tour🙏 ITS BEEEN SOOOO LONG since he last saw you and he misses you so much...

eating u out for hours bc he gotta make up for being absent for so long, hes so messy and starved. his cock is soo hard, it hurts sm that he has to grind down the mattress but all he wants rn is a taste and pleasuring you because hes so soo sorry🤤☝️

when he does end up inside, he js cant stop.. no matter how overstimulated you both are and how hes js spurting little droplets by now. he js cant stop, he's so hard and he missed this so much. hes crying and whining about it while still going omg. 👅👅👅✌️

jisung wasn’t just touching you, no, he was devouring you.

his lips moved hungrily over the sensitive heat of your core, tongue dragging through slick folds like a man on a mission, groaning shamelessly into every inch of you. long sighs and drawn-out cries spilled from your lips, but it only made him smirk softly between breaths. despite how messy it was— his mouth wet with you, his jaw slick with evidence of just how much he missed you— he didn’t care.

because it wasn’t enough.

jisung had missed this feeling so fucking much. the months apart after his tour had been brutal, waking up to cold sheets and long nights where the closest he got to you was stroking himself in an empty hotel room with your voice echoing in his head. he felt every mile between you like a gaping wound, tearing open wider and wider until the ache became unbearable.

and now that he finally had you underneath him again, whining his name as your thighs shook around his face? there was no way in hell he was stopping.

“’m so sorry,” he murmured, voice muffled by your thighs as he pressed sloppy kisses to the slick skin. “i missed you so much- fuck, so much—”

a sharp gasp hitched in your throat as his lips sucked your clit back into his mouth, teeth scraping ever so lightly to drive you into another wave of sharp, gasping pleasure. yuo didn’t even know how he still had energy, he’d been between your thighs for so long now, driven by sheer desperation— but even as your body convulsed under the sharp overstimulation, there was no stopping him.

his nails dug into your hips, keeping you perfectly in place against his mouth as he groaned against you, hips rutting against the mattress beneath him as his arousal became unbearable. his cock was so fucking hard it actually hurt, aching between his own thighs with little wet stains already smudging the fabric of his boxers, but he wouldn’t let himself stop to do anything about it.

not yet.

you were first, always first, and he needed this more than air.

only when you tugged hard at his hair, voice splintering into soft cries about how you couldn’t take another second of his relentless tongue, did he finally lift his face. his cheeks were flush, chin glistening with your slick, lips swollen from the literal marathon of devouring you.

amd even then, he barely gave you time to breathe before pressing the most filthy, desperate kiss to your lips, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth as he lined himself up.

“i’m sorry, baby- i c-can’t wait anymore, i can’t—”

you barely had time to brace yourself before he pushed into you, all of him at once, filling you so full you nearly sobbed at the sharp burn of it.

and jisung? he was delirious. whimpering softly against your neck as his hips snapped into you. the kind of desperate, helpless rhythm that showed just how much he needed you.

“i missed you- fuck, i missed this,” his breath hitched, voice cracking into little whines as his pace stuttered, already fucking deeper despite how wrecked you both were. “i-it’s been so long, i just- nngh- can’t stop—”

his thighs trembled slightly, his body wracked under the onslaught of his own need, eyes glassy with unshed tears. svery thrust sent sparks of heat through both of you, your nails leaving desperate streaks down his back as your moans bled together in helpless harmony.

“gonna make it up to you,” he babbled, words breaking against another gasp. he buried himself to the hilt, his lips brushing against your salty skin. “i’m so sorry, baby, i just—need—you—”

and neither of you stopped until you were both crying all over again.

[hanjinology]

Hai haiiii

How are you???

~ 🎀

HI HI BUBBY. I AM GOOD HOW ARE YOUUUUU

[hanjinology]

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SITRI I FOUND SHARMAINE 🍊 IN STAYVILLE 😍😍😍😍

sabay ito ang fyp ko 😂

PLS THE DRESSCODE IS KILLING ME HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[channlust]

heaven & back ~ (ft. stoner!jisung)

“Gimme a kiss.”

Jisung’s voice was a low, rough vibration that seemed to echo in the small space between your skin and the mattress. The room had a heavy, swirling haze of weed smoke, the blunt long since forgotten and smoldering in the ceramic ashtray on the nightstand.

Everything felt slow, weighted, and warm. Your lungs felt heavy, your vision blurring at the edges as the high settled deep into your bones. Your eyes were glassy and red, matching the hooded, hungry look in his. He rose up from between your thighs, his chin and lips glistening with a wet sheen of your own release, and leaned in.

The kiss was wet, sloppy, and tasted of salt and smoke. You whined into it, your spine curving as you sank deeper into the mattress, your thighs spreading wide across the sheets. You could taste yourself all on him, the slick heat coating his tongue as he mouthed at you, his eyelids heavy and hooded from the high.

His fingers slipped back down, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing in fast, rhythmic circles that made your hips jerk.

You gasped into the kiss, your body twitching under the onslaught, but Jisung just smirked against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you moan.

He pulled back just an inch, his gaze scanning your flushed face and blown out pupils. “So sensitive. You’re shaking for me already.”

You couldn’t even find the words to answer, just a broken, high pitched whine that caught in your throat. Your back arching, pressing yourself harder against his hand, desperate for more of the pressure that was currently driving you insane.

Jisung let out a low, appreciative huff, two fingers sliding deep inside you, the sudden fullness making you gasp and clutch at the sheets. He began to move in a slow, agonizing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, hitting your g-spot with a precision that made your vision swim.

“That’s it, baby. Just take it,” he whispered, his tone shifting into something praising and soft. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let it happen.”

and you've been letting it happen for three orgasms already.

The contrast of his gentle words and the relentless pace of his fingers sent you over the edge. You started to sob, a messy, overstimulated sound that echoed in the quiet room, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. You were cuming again, the waves crashing over you so hard that your muscles locked tight around him, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that left you breathless.

He had the nerve and kept the pressure steady, his fingers continuing to work your clit even as you shook, pushing you further into a state of sensory overload. You felt like you were floating and sinking all at once, the smoke-heavy air filling your lungs as you collapsed back into the mattress, your limbs feeling like lead.

Jisung lingered for a moment, watching the way your chest heaved and your eyes rolled back. He leaned down, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before his gaze dropped to the wetness coating his hand. A slow smirk spreading across his lips. He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing the slick, salty heat of yourself against your lips.

“Open up for me,” he commanded, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

Your head tilted back, mouth parting instinctively, and you leaned in to meet his hand. As your tongue swiped across his skin, tasting the salt and the heavy, slick heat of your own release, Jisung didn't blink. He kept his gaze locked on yours, his pupils blown wide, watching the way you worked his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through your chest.

Jisung withdrew his hand from your mouth with a slow drag, leaving your lips tingling and wet before he reached over to the nightstand, snatching up the joint.

He took a long, slow drag, the cherry glowing bright in the dim room, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that veiled his face.

He lingered there for a heartbeat, watching you through the haze, before pressing the filter to your lips. You took a deep hit, the smoke hitting your lungs with a familiar, grounding burn that only made the sensitivity between your legs feel more acute. By the time you exhaled and handed it back, the world had softened further, the edges of the room blurring into a warm, indistinct smudge.

He shifted, hovering over you with his arms bracing his weight, his chest heaving. He took one last drag of the joint, before stubbing it out in the tray. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the sound of his pants sliding down his thighs.

You watched him, your eyes heavy and glazed, as he freed himself from his pants. The sight of him made a high, needy sound escape your throat. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as you tried to pull him closer, your hips subconsciously tilting upward to meet him.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word barely a whisper. “Jisung, please. I want it. wan' you inside.”

He didn't rush. He liked the way you were falling apart beneath him, the way your voice had gone thin and desperate. He leaned down, his chest brushing against yours, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that settled in your gut. “Yeah? You really want it?” his palm roamed till it stopped at your lower stomach and pressed. “in here?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillow. “Please, just- now.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the words barely a ghost of a sound.

He shifted his weight, leaning up to grab both of your thighs with a firm grip. With one fluid motion, he hauled you toward the edge of the mattress, pulling your hips flush against his. You felt the blunt, heavy heat of him line up against your entrance, the skin there already slick and dripping from everything he’d done to you.

He drove forward, sinking into you in one long, slow plunge that filled every empty space.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, your voice cracking as your back arched off the sheets. The friction was intense, a searing, solid pressure that made your toes curl and your vision spark white.

“Think you can cum two more times on my cock?”

shortie drabble bcuz I've been busy workin on kinktober for y'all ok ☹️

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[starlostjisung]

a guide to make a friendship weird

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: friends to lovers; smut

wc: 5.2k

warnings: masturbation (f! and m!); fingering; handjob; dom!jeongin; praising; orgasm denial; edging; begging; squirting; dirty talk; voyeurism; exhibitionism

summary: home alone, a shocking reveal, and unresolved feelings lead to a facetime with your best friend jeongin that should’ve ended after the first two minutes. and if we add a bit of alcohol to the mix, what could possibly go wrong?

live: unfiltered series

you are horny and have been all day.

it’s as simple as that.

you’ve been on holiday for almost a week now, stuck in this family getaway with your cousins running around all day as all of your parents chat nonstop. there’s only two days left until you’re finally back in seoul, back to your normal life, but right now that feels like an eternity.

the restlessness clings to you like a second skin, making everything feel wrong and frustrating all at once. you can’t shake it, that dream that you had last night keeps replaying in your head, pulling at your thoughts no matter how hard you try to push it down. jeongin was there in your dream, your best friend, the same friend you’ve crushed on for longer than you’d admit even to yourself. in your dream, he was fucking you and touching you like you wanted him to and now, your body won’t let it go.

the unrequited part stings the most because you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you, and you know that telling him how you feel risks losing what you already have. it’s better to keep him close as your friend than risk having nothing at all, at least that’s what you think. but the desire burns anyway, mixing with that pain of knowing it’s one-sided, leaving you aching in ways you can’t show. 

you shift in your seat during another meal with your family, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind drifts back to how the dream made you feel seen and wanted by him. this is not the first time this happens and if you have to be honest, this constant loop of longing and restraint is exhausting. 

the ache between your legs has only grown worse during the day, your thighs pressing together under the table in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing. you need to do something about this, anything to take the edge off before it drives you insane. your mind keeps flashing back to your dream, to jeongin’s hands on you, but you push it aside again.

your mum leans over, smiling as she tells you that everyone is heading out for dinner at a nearby spot that night, something casual and fun to wrap up the day. the idea of sitting through another long meal surrounded by your family makes your stomach twist with frustration and that’s when the lie slips out easily.

“my head hurts”, you say as you rub your temple, “i think i will stay in tonight”

she frowns, concerned about you, and the rest of your family chimes in with questions and offers to stay behind with you. it takes a few minutes of gentle convincing, assuring them it’s just a headache, that you’ll be fine alone and that they should go enjoy themselves, and eventually they give in. some hours later, they grab their things, close the door behind them, and the house finally falls into silence as their voices fade down the driveway.

you’re finally alone. 

you move to your room and lock the door as you enter. your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alive with anticipation. your dream isn’t the only reason why you’re like this and you know it, you know exactly why you’re so turned on right now and it’s because your favourite camboy goes live every week at this exact hour. it’s not the first time you see his lives, not even close. you’ve watched almost all of them, your fingers buried deep inside you while his hands stroked his cock on screen, never showing his face, not that you really cared if you’re honest.  

you sit on your bed with your phone ready and you feel your nipples already tight and your cunt wet, your body sensitive from the day’s constant arousal. the livestream is about to start and just thinking about it makes your body tremble. your thoughts drift back to your dream for a moment, mixing with the camboy, but right now all that matters is the livestream that’s about to begin and the orgasm you’re chasing to finally quiet this relentless heat. 

the livestream begins and the boy appears from the neck down, shirtless, his chest on full display under the soft lighting. it’s not too long before the comments start flooding the chat as well as the donations.

cumslut: been waiting all week for this

princessonline: show us how hard you are 

his hand dips beneath the camera frame and then comes up wrapped around his already half-hard cock as he groans. you can’t take it anymore, you tug your shorts and panties down impatiently and then your fingers finally part your folds and you push two fingers inside you, moving them in time with his strokes on screen, imagining it’s his cock stretching you instead.

edgequeen: he’s so big

user69: i wish you were in my throat

he strokes his cock from base to tip, his balls tightening visibly as he grows fully erect. the veins stand out along his cock as the tip keeps leaking steadily. you lie back and then your hips lift off the bed, fucking your own fingers harder. you add another finger, the stretch burning as your juices coat your palm and drip down your body onto the sheets. moans bubble up from your throat every time he groans on screen, his deep sounds making your walls clench around your fingers.

you picture yourself riding him, sinking down on that cock until it hits your deepest spots, his hands gripping your hips while he thrusts up into you and never stops. his hand starts moving faster, the sounds of his stroking matching the noises coming from your cunt. your thumb rubs circles over your clit, your orgasm building fast and hot in your core now.

the unrequited ache for jeongin flickers through your mind for a moment, how badly you wish it was him wanting you like this, touching you like you’re touching yourself, but you shake the thought off and then focus on chasing your release. 

user69: fuck he’s so hot

princessonline: i wanna ride that cock

you look at him, his fingers spreading what his cock is leaking and that’s enough to tip you over. your fingers curl against your spot inside you as your cunt spasms and gushes around them. a broken cry leaves your lips at the same time that the boy’s cock jerks hard as he comes, his cum painting his skin as he milks himself through it with those same guttural groans. 

cumslut: fuck i wanna use my tongue to clean you up

you lie in your bed panting as you start to come down from your orgasm, your body still trembling as you pull your fingers out of you. you see the boy trembling too, his hands moving to grab onto something until he catches his breath, and then, he does something new.

he leans back, the camera angle shifting just enough to reveal his face for the first time, and at that moment, jeongin’s familiar eyes meet the lens. he winks once and then ends the livestream. the screen goes black and your reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes showing how stunned you feel.

no, no, that couldn’t have been-

your finger shakes as you tap the screen, trying to refresh the page as though somehow that wasn’t the real ending and there was something else, as though your mind had imagined a face that wasn’t really there. of course, nothing happens and the only thing left now is your racing heartbeat.

“... j-jeongin?”

his name barely leaves your lips, sounding foreign in the silence of your room. your best friend, the one you’ve spent countless days with, the same jeongin whose smile has become your favourite thing in the world, the same jeongin that sent you photos of all the hironos he saw because you always said that they reminded you of him.

nothing could have prepared you for this, not a thousand guesses or a million possibilities. if someone had asked you an hour ago to name every person on earth who could secretly be the anonymous camboy you watched, jeongin would have been the very last name to cross your mind.

“oh my god”

you bury your face in your hands as every single livestream flashes through your memory all at once. you think about all the nights you had spent with him after the livestreams finished, the times he had texted you asking if you wanted to grab dinner together, the times he had complained about being tired without ever explaining why, the days he had mysteriously disappeared for a bit before replying to your texts again. 

heat crawls up your neck until your ears feel like they’re on fire. you remember the number of times that you thought about jeongin while you had your fingers buried inside you as you watched the livestreams, how your mind would drift towards him, and then guilt replaces part of the embarrassment that you’re feeling right now, because it is one thing to watch someone and fantasise about your best friend, it’s another thing to watch your best friend with his hands on his cock for everyone to see. 

did he know you watch him?

no, he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing you were one of his viewers. your username wasn’t connected to your real identity and you never sent any comments or donations. you never interacted outside of simply… watching. 

logically, there was no reason he would ever connect you to his account, but logic isn’t helping you right now, your imagination is and your imagination is cruel. 

what if he’d recognised something?

what if there had been some tiny clue?

what if you had ever said something that you don’t remember now?

what if-

“no”, you say as you shake your head and then you force yourself to breathe.

your mind drifts back to the ending, to his wink, and you wonder why he did that today, what made him decide to show his face when he’s never done that before. you keep staring blankly at your phone as the minutes pass, for longer than you realise, as your thoughts circle endlessly.

should you pretend nothing happened? 

should you never mention it?

should you stop watching his livestreams?

would you even be able to look him in the eye when you got back to seoul? 

would he notice something was different?

it’s in the middle of these thoughts when your phone suddenly rings so loud that you jump on your bed, the sound slicing through the silence. your heart lurches when you look at the screen and you see a facetime call filling the screen.

it’s from jeongin, of course.

your breath catches as the phone continues ringing in your trembling hands. normally, you’d answer as soon as you saw him calling you, but today, your thumb hovers uselessly over the screen, not letting you answer it.

you can’t face him, at least not right now. the ringing continues and you imagine him waiting on the other side, completely unaware of the storm currently unfolding inside your head. the call ends and the silence crashes back into your room. another wave of guilt washes over you because you never ignore his calls, never. if anything, he’s usually the one who forgets to answer sometimes because he leaves his phone god knows where.

you inhale slowly through your nose, hold it and then exhale. it helps you a bit but your pulse is still far too fast. you push yourself upright on the bed, only then becoming painfully aware of your current state - you’re still half naked. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and some shorts before you move to the bathroom attached to your room. 

you lean against the sink for a second, staring at the mirror and you barely recognise yourself, your cheeks still flushed and your eyes still open wide. you turn on the tap, splashing cool water over your face and then you grab a towel, cleaning yourself up. once you’re clean enough, you put the panties and shorts on before you return to your bed, sitting cross-legged on it with your phone resting in your lap. 

you stare at jeongin’s contact for nearly a minute - you could pretend you never saw his call or you could text him instead, saying you were out and couldn’t talk right now, but you decide against it because you know that would only make things worse, he’d already know something was wrong. 

you take one deep breath and then press the button and before the second ring can even start, jeongin appears on your screen.

“finally!”

his grin is immediate, warm enough to soften inside you the part of you that was screaming at you not to do this. his hair looks slightly damp, as though he’d showered not too long ago.

“hey”, you manage to say.

his smile widens, “you missed my call”

“i know”, you say before you clear your throat, “i was… in the bathroom”

“it’s fine, don’t worry”, he says, and then he studies your face, his smile softening almost imperceptibly, “you okay?”

your stomach tightens because he’s too observant, he’s always been that way with you.

“yeah, i’m fine”

“you sure?”

“mmhm”, you say, nodding your head.

“you don’t sound very convincing”, he says.

you force a small laugh, “yeah, i just… didn’t sleep much last night”

his eyebrows lift, “really?”

“yeah”

“are you that excited to see me again?”, he says, teasing you now.

“oh no, i’m already dreading it”, you say, making him laugh, which relaxes you a tiny bit.

“well, in that case, then i don’t wanna see you either”, he says and you shake your head laughing now.

the knot in your chest loosens ever so slightly and for a few precious minutes, everything almost feels normal. he tells you what he has done these past days without you - even though you’ve texted each other constantly - and you tell him everything you’ve done and seen during your holidays with your family.

the conversation is no different from the ones you’ve always had, flowing in the familiar way you’ve built over years of friendship. it’s easy and effortless and yet, every time he smiles, your thoughts threaten to drift, and every time he looks directly into the camera, you’re reminded of a different screen, a different moment.

you hate that your brain keeps making that connection. you don’t want to feel as though there’s a new wall between the two of you, you already had to deal with your crush on him for now to-

“y/n?”

you had been trying so hard to act naturally that you hadn’t even realised you had stopped responding.

“what?”

you see his smile fading a bit, “you sure you’re okay?”

you try to smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes, he can see it.

“yeah”, you say, but he doesn’t believe you.

he scratches the back of his neck, “you keep zoning out”

you hadn’t even realised, “i-i’m sorry”

“it’s okay, i just…”, he says, his voice light as his eyes remain fixed on your face, “i know you and i know something’s bothering you”

jeongin waits patiently on the other side of the screen, giving you the space to answer if you want to and you find yourself wondering whether you’re capable of looking him in the eye and pretending, just a little longer, that nothing has changed. he looks at you a bit more and then speaks again.

“you know what? let’s have a drink”

you raise an eyebrow, “a drink?”

“mmhm”, he nods his head.

“you remember i’m not in seoul, right?”

“i know, but just because you’re not here doesn’t mean we can’t drink together”, he says as he gestures towards his phone, “we’ve got facetime”

you stare at him, “are you serious?”

“yeah”, he nods his head again.

you think about it, how it may help your mind stop spinning for a while, forget what happened during the live. jeongin seems to notice your hesitation.

“oh, come on”, he says as his smile softens, “we can just hang out like we usually do, no pressure”

“okay”, you hear yourself say, you don’t even realise the word has escaped your lips.

his face immediately brightens, “perfect! do you have beer and soju?”

“yes, my uncle bought a few bottles yesterday”

“okay, go and get them!”

you shake your head smiling and then leave your room, carrying your phone with you all the way. when you get to the kitchen, you open the fridge and find some cans of beer on the top shelf and an unopened bottle of soju.

you pick both up and lift them towards the camera, “found them!”

“me too!”, he says as he shows you his drinks, “now, go back to your room”

“bossy”, you say, which makes him laugh.

you pick up a glass and then go back to your room. once you’re inside, you reach for the lock and then lock your room again. you’re not really sure why you do it but you don’t dwell on it either. you return to your bed and sit down with your back against the headboard. at the same time, you see jeongin sitting back down on his sofa before he looks at you again and smiles.

“ready?”, he asks you.

“you remember that i’m a total lightweight, right?”

his grin grows wider, “oh… i forgot”

“no, you didn’t”

he laughs again, “of course i didn’t, you always get very… talkative”

“i do not!”

you absolutely do.

he’s still laughing and you can’t help laughing with him. he reaches offscreen and returns with one glass.

“so, the important part now… beer first and then the soju”

both of you work at the same time: you open the beers first, pour them carefully and then reach for the soju bottles and pour that one too, tiny bubbles rushing to the surface of your glasses as the drinks mix together.

you look at your glass as you only hope that the alcohol will quiet your thoughts before your heart decides to say something you’re not supposed to.

“cheers”, jeongin says as he lifts his glass towards the camera.

you mirror the gesture, holding yours up as if you were actually sitting across from each other.

“cheers”

of course the glasses never touch, but you both smile anyway before taking your first sip. you both talk as you drink, the conversation never stopping, something that hasn’t changed from the day you first met. the heaviness from earlier becomes easier to carry, it’s not gone but you feel yourself a bit more relaxed and calm now.

however, every now and then, your eyes drift towards his face, especially his smile, and every single time, your thoughts threaten to wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t, so you pull them back before they can.

“round two”, jeongin says as he notices both of your glasses are empty.

you prepare your drinks again, like you did before, beer first then soju but just as you’re doing it, jeongin speaks again.

“easy”

you stop, “what?”

he points at your glass, “that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

you look at your glass and then shrug your shoulders, “it’s fine”

he takes a sip of his glass before looking back at you.

“just… go easy, okay? i think you’re getting a little tipsy”

“i’m okay, don’t worry”, you say as you finally stop.

“... okay”, he says, “small sips”

“yes, dad”

“i knew you’d say that”, he says as you take a sip from your drink.

“you walked right into it”

the second glass disappears faster than the first one and even though you’re not fully drunk, the careful filter you usually keep over your words begins to feel… thinner, making you stop overthinking every word that leaves your mouth, which leads to you not realising what you say before you actually do it.

“i really needed this… my head has been annoying me all day… and it was your fault. well, yours and your stupid livestream”

jeongin’s smile fades, shock replacing it instead, “my what?”

“your livestream”, you say again, not fully realising what you’re saying, “the one you just did”, you say as you wave your hand vaguely, as if that explains everything, “i didn’t know it was you because, well… you had never shown your face before”, you say, as a laugh escapes you, “but also last night… i had a dream about you, and i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you all day so yeah… this is all your fault”

he looks at you carefully, as though trying to decide whether to ask something or not, and when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, because he’s completely lost.

“y/n, wha-”

you look up at the screen as you cut in, “jeongin, i have a crush on you”

at that moment, your own words echo inside your head and you finally realise what you’ve just done.

“oh”, you say, your stomach dropping and the alcohol haze evaporating all at once, “oh no… i-”, you clap a hand over your mouth, “i did not just say that”

jeongin is still staring at you so you take the opportunity to speak again.

“i-”, you begin as you shake your head rapidly, “forget i said anything, please. i…”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you like this, or to tell you at all. i know you don’t feel the same way and this is probably really awkward, i just…”

“hey”, he says, his voice gentle making you stop talking, “y/n, look at me”

reluctantly, you do, and even though you can see the surprise on his face, there’s something else there too.

“i have a crush on you too, y/n”

“... what?”

a tiny smile appears on his face and then he chuckles, “i’m serious, i like you, y/n”

“you’re joking”

“i’m not”

you stare at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s teasing you but you don’t find one there.

“i never wanted to risk losing our friendship so i never said anything”, he continues.

you look at him, not knowing what to say, not knowing if this is real or not, maybe you drank more than you thought.

“but, y/n… what you said, about you watching my livestreams…”

you freeze, “oh no…”

his smile returns, and this time it’s a smile you’ve never seen on his face, and you know that whatever happens now is gonna change everything.

“you watched them often?”, he asks you and when you don’t answer him, he hums, “i’ll take that as a yes”

your face grows hotter under his gaze, his eyes locking onto the camera with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. you’ve never seen him like this and you have to admit that you like it, a bit too much maybe. 

“tell me what you do during my lives, y/n”, he says as he leans in closer. 

your body freezes and your heart starts pounding so hard you can feel it in your chest. his words make your cunt clench and you feel wet again, your arousal starting to drip down your thighs. he smirks, clearly enjoying the power he has on you even through the screen.

“darling, it’s not fair that you get to see everything i do while i don’t even know a damn thing about how you get off to it”, he says, “go on, show me”

you’re not sure how your conversation turned into this, but you don’t fucking care. heat floods your face and pools lower, your body responding to him and his words instantly. the dominance in his tone makes your cunt ache, and without thinking, your fingers move to your shorts, moving over your swollen clit over the fabric, letting him see what you’re doing through the screen.

“that’s it, darling, i can almost see you getting wetter from here. keep going, and tell me exactly how you touch yourself to my livestreams”

you swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, “i… i rub my clit and push my fingers inside while you stroke your cock. i-i get so wet it drips everywhere”

he hums and smirks, “mmhm. i think it would be so much better if you showed it to me instead of just saying it”

your hand slides under your t-shirt, gripping your breast over your bra before you trail it down to press against your shorts again. you grind your palm over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp spot grow as you rock your hips.

“that’s cute, but not what i meant”, he says, his voice dropping even lower now, “you’ve seen me completely naked, it’s only fair i see you naked too. take those clothes off. now”

shivering with a mix of embarrassment and how incredibly turned on you are, you obey him, taking off your t-shirt and bra first, letting him see your breasts, your nipples already hard and begging for attention. then you take your shorts and panties off, leaving you fully naked on the bed, your legs spread open and wide towards the phone.

jeongin groans at the sight, “perfect. now touch yourself and let me hear those pretty sounds”

your fingers move to your now exposed cunt, circling your clit and making sparks shoot up your spine. the cool air hits your wet folds, making you even more sensitive as you spread your legs wider for jeongin to see.

“fuck, it feels so good”, you moan as you slide two fingers down to tease your entrance before pushing them inside.

“describe it to me, y/n”, jeongin says, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen, “tell me how good you’re feeling right now and what you’re thinking about while you fuck that tight hole”

“you”, you gasp out, adding another finger and moaning louder as they slide in without any resistance, “i’m thinking about you and your cock, how much i want it stretching me open instead of my fingers”

jeongin’s smirk widens, “that’s my girl. keep going, tell me how badly you need me”

“i need you so much”, you whine, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside you, “i need your mouth on me, your cock, just… anything, p-please- jeongin”

he chuckles darkly, “i wanna lick you clean, darling, bury my tongue in that dripping pussy and taste every drop of you while you scream my name”

your walls flutter around your fingers at his words, another gush of wetness soaking your hand, “i wanna see you too”, you beg him, your eyes locked on the screen now, “please, show me your cock”

“but have you been a good girl?”, he teases you, “do you deserve it?”

“yes”, you moan as your orgasm builds fast, “i’ve been so good, watching you and touching myself just like this every time”

jeongin can see the way your body tenses, your thighs shaking and your moans pitching higher as you near the edge.

“stop”, he says, “don’t come yet. not until i’m ready to come with you”

you stop, pulling your soaked fingers out with a frustrated whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing now, so close to your orgasm that it hurts. your eyes plead with the camera, begging silently as your chest heaves. but then you see how he moves back and then takes all of his clothes off, his hand moving to his cock and spreading the precum beading at the tip.

jeongin’s hand wraps tightly around his thick cock and your eyes lock onto the sight, your naked body still spread wide on the bed, your pussy throbbing from the denial.

“look at you, darling”, he says, his eyes fixed on your cunt through the camera, “you must wanna put that pretty mouth to use on me right? wrap those lips around my cock and suck me down while you finger that soaked pussy?”

“yes, fuck yes”, you beg, your voice cracking.

your hand twitches towards your clit, desperate to touch yourself again, but jeongin’s sharp tone cuts through.

“stop. hands off. don’t you dare touch yourself until i say so”

you whimper in frustration, pulling your fingers away just as they brush your folds, your cunt clenching emptily and sending another trickle of arousal down your thighs. your nipples ache and you arch your back, moaning at the image of him jerking off for you. he strokes his cock harder now, his hips thrusting into his fist.

“that’s it”, he says, “keep moaning for me. imagine my cock stretching your throat, fucking your face while you choke on it”

your body trembles, your thighs shaking as you fight the urge to move your finger back inside you again. every stroke he makes makes your cunt flutter, you’re so wet it’s pooling beneath you.

“p-please, jeongin, i-i need it”, you whine, your voice breathy and desperate, “i need you, i… i need to come”

he chuckles again, slowing his strokes to edge himself, “not yet. be a good girl for me and wait”

your begging intensifies, your hips bucking against nothing as you tell him how badly you want him, but he denies you again when your hand slips too close without you realising.

“stop”, he says again and you do, panting, your orgasm hovering right at the edge and then, when his breathing grows ragged and his cock swells in his grip, he groans louder than before, “now, finger yourself again. make that pussy come with me”

you don’t wait any longer, you move three fingers deep into your soaked cunt while your thumb circles your clit. more moans pour from your lips, mixing with his grunts as his hand moves faster around his cock.

“fuck, yes, think about my tongue licking every drop from your pussy”, he says and that is enough to push you over.

your orgasm hits explosively, your walls clamping down on your fingers as you squirt around them, your juices coming out in waves that soak the sheets. your vision blurs, your body convulsing with pleasure while jeongin groans loudly, his cum coming out in thick ropes across his stomach and hand as he comes with you. you both ride it out together, your screams echoing as his release paints his skin and your cunt keeps pulsing and dripping endlessly.

once your orgasms end, you both stare at the screen, your chest heaving and your faces red.

“that was… intense”, you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you look at the mess between your legs and realise what has just happened.

jeongin smirks, wiping his cum slowly, “you were perfect, y/n, don’t overthink it. just watching you come like that for me and thinking you’ve done that every time, i… fuck-”, he leans closer, his voice softening but still dominant, “when do you arrive in seoul?”

“in two days. at 6”, you reply, still catching your breath.

“good. i’ll take you out for dinner that night”, he says, his eyes gleaming, “and if you’re good enough, i’ll give you a private show later”

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[hanjinology]

CHAPTER THREE: FIRST MOVE : featuring han jisung

— college music major!han jisung x deaf and mute!reader in which after contemplating for so so long, you decided to finally make a move and face this new feelings you've come across to.

warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers trope, slow burn, humor, alcohol consumption, profanities mentioned, generally cute and romantic stuffs mentioned ahead.

word count: 4k words : prev — next : series masterlist

"Do people fall in love silently like these falling snow?" You stood by the window, watching the first snowflakes drift gently down from the gray sky. They fell in peaceful silence, fluttering softly and covering everything they touched in a pure white blanket. A small smile touched your lips. You turned to the mirror and saw how beautifully the dress draped over your body, the soft fabric hugging your figure.

You rarely dress up. It always felt like such a hassle. You used to believe that no matter how nicely you dressed, nothing in your quiet world would really change. But now, standing in front of the mirror, you barely recognized yourself. The elegant dress hugged your body perfectly, the soft fabric catching the warm light and making you look almost glowing. Your heart pounded strongly against your ribs, loud and restless in your chest. You really are doing this.

Your thoughts drifted away when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by your mother's bright, cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as her lips moved clearly.

"Yeji is waiting downstairs for you, darling. Are you ready to go out?"

It was so rare for you to leave the house. That's why she looked this happy and full of energy. She wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy life, even if your world was quieter and different from everyone else's.

You nodded softly and squeezed her hands, offering her the warmest smile you could. You knew she was just as nervous as you were, maybe even more, although her worries came from a different place.

ON THE ROCKS.

The glowing neon sign of the bar flickered softly against the dark, snowy night. Delicate snowflakes drifted down in lazy spirals, blanketing the ground in a fresh layer of pure white. Your thick scarf was wrapped snugly around your neck, but the icy breeze still snuck through, sending a shiver down your spine and tightening the nervous knot in your stomach.

A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You turned around and found Yeji standing there, looking just as anxious as you felt. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink from the cold or her nerves, you weren't sure. She shifted from foot to foot, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her coat.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, her lips moving clearly so you could read them. "I didn't put on too much makeup, did I?" Her voice probably carried that familiar nervous tremble, and her body kept bouncing lightly with restless energy.

You gave her a warm, reassuring smile and shook your head.

You look really cute, you signed with steady hands. I'm sure Felix will think so too.

Yeji's eyes lit up. She let out a delighted squeal and pulled you into a tight, enthusiastic hug. Her warmth wrapped around you like a shield against the winter chill, and for a brief moment, her excitement made the cold night feel a little softer.

You took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the heavy nervousness settled in your chest. Your eyes kept drifting back to the bar door, heart fluttering like it was your first time doing something this bold and in many ways, it was.

The door finally opened. A cold gust of winter wind rushed in, carrying snowflakes that melted instantly on your warm cheeks. Golden light spilled out into the snowy night, and your gaze immediately found him.

Han Jisung stood behind the counter, shaking a cocktail with smooth, practiced hands. A genuine, warm smile lit up his face as he chatted with the customer in front of him. You couldn't hear the conversation, but you didn't need to. You could read the easy confidence in the way he held himself, the kindness in his eyes, and the natural rhythm of his hands as he poured and mixed drinks with effortless grace.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. For a long moment, you simply watched him, the way the warm lights caught in his hair, the small laugh that made his shoulders shake slightly, the gentle way he nodded while listening to the customer.

He looked so at ease here. So alive. And yet, the sight of him made your heart race even faster.

You had come here tonight with one goal: to finally talk to him. Not through notes or awkward gestures like the few times you'd crossed paths before... but properly. Face to face. Even if it terrifies you.

Taking one last steadying breath, you stepped inside the bar, the warmth wrapping around you like a gentle embrace as the door closed behind you.

The warmth of the bar wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, a soothing contrast to the freezing night. Soft golden lights glowed overhead, and the faint scent of sweet cocktails and warm vanilla drifted through the air. Even without sound, you could feel the gentle, cozy atmosphere through the wooden floor beneath your feet.

Yeji stayed close, her arm linked with yours as your eyes searched for him.

Han Jisung was behind the counter when he looked up. The moment his gaze met yours, he paused. A soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, gentle and a little hesitant, with a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He set the glass down carefully and gave you a small wave.

He stepped out from behind the counter, weaving quietly between the customers until he reached you both. His eyes kept flicking back to you, warm but clearly nervous.

"You're here," he said, his lips forming the words clearly and slowly so you could read them. He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, a shy gesture that made him look even softer.

He gestured towards the bar counter with a gentle motion of his hand.

"Would you like to sit here?" he asked, enunciating carefully. "It's more comfortable... I can stay close if you want."

He stepped out from behind the counter and led you both over to the bar. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were comfortably seated. Once you were settled, he reached under the counter and placed a small, clean whiteboard and a black marker in front of you.

Yeji gave your arm an excited little squeeze. You nodded, and Jisung's shy smile grew just a fraction wider. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were both comfortably seated before returning behind the counter.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the polished wood. His eyes settled on you again—steady, kind, and a little nervous. The way he focused on your face, making sure you could see his lips clearly, made your heart beat faster.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, speaking slowly and clearly. "I can make something warm to help with the cold... or anything you like. Just tell me."

His expression was gentle and sincere, the slight flush still lingering on his cheeks. He waited patiently, watching you with quiet attention, as if nothing else in the bar mattered at that moment.

You held the marker between your fingers, staring down at the whiteboard as you tried to decide what to order. Your mind felt a little foggy, caught in that familiar nervous bubble. Warm drinks sounded nice in this weather, but maybe something sweet? Or should you play it safe—

You didn't notice Felix approaching the counter until he was already standing right beside Jisung.

Felix leaned forward with his usual bright energy, waving a hand in your direction. When you didn't look up or react, a slightly confused smile crossed his face. He tilted his head, glancing between you and Yeji as if asking what's up with her?

Before Felix could say anything, Yeji quickly leaned forward and tapped his arm, and asked him to lean closer just a bit.

"She's deaf and mute," Yeji explained. "That's why she didn't greet you back. She didn't hear you."

Felix's expression shifted instantly. He gave a small nod of understanding, his smile softening into something gentler and more considerate. "Ah, got it," he mouthed back to Yeji, no awkwardness in his face at all.

Jisung noticed immediately.

He reached across the counter with gentle hesitation, his fingers lightly tipping your chin upward so you would meet his eyes. The sudden, soft touch made your breath catch. His fingertips were warm against your skin, and the unexpected closeness sent a rush of heat straight to your cheeks.

His eyes softened when they met yours. His lips moved clearly, slowly and carefully: "What drink are you getting?"

The simple question, combined with the tender way he lifted your chin, made your heart stumble. You felt completely flustered, cheeks burning, brain suddenly empty. In your panic, your hand moved across the whiteboard before you could think properly.

You scribbled Orange Juice in slightly messy handwriting.

The moment you lifted the board, you realized what you'd written and felt even more embarrassed. Orange juice? In the middle of winter? You wanted to erase it immediately, but it was too late.

Jisung's eyes crinkled with a quiet, shy smile as he read your answer. He didn't laugh at you. Instead, he gave a small nod, his thumb brushing ever so lightly against your chin before he finally pulled his hand back.

"Orange juice... coming right up," he mouthed, the corners of his lips still lifted in that gentle smile. There was a hint of amusement in his expression, but mostly warmth.

Felix, who had been watching the whole thing, raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully at Jisung, clearly teasing his friend without saying a word. Yeji covered her mouth beside you, barely hiding her delighted smile.

While Jisung turned around to prepare your orange juice, you glanced to your right. Yeji and Felix were already chatting comfortably, smiling and laughing together. You watched as Yeji confidently took out her phone and showed it to Felix.

You saw how the both of them exchange numbers and watches Felix's face lit up with a bright grin as he typed in his number. Seeing how naturally it happened gave you a quiet spark of courage.

Maybe... you can do that too.

Jisung returned shortly after, sliding a tall glass of orange juice in front of you. A soft slice of orange decorated the rim, and a gentle curl of steam rose from the warm drink. He gave you a small, shy smile and mouthed, "Here you go," before nodding politely.

You managed a grateful smile and wrote a quick thank you on the whiteboard, sliding it towards him. He read it and his smile widened just a little.

But before anything else could happen, the bar door opened with a burst of cold air and loud laughter. A group of Jisung's foreign friends walked in energetically. One girl immediately spotted him and rushed behind the counter.

"Jisung!" she called happily, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jisung hugged her back with a laugh. Soon, the rest of his friends crowded around the bar, chatting loudly and playfully with him. He became completely caught up with them, laughing, talking, and pouring drinks for the group. He didn't glance back at you. Not even once.

The courage you had felt just moments ago vanished.

You stared at the warm glass of orange juice in front of you, then looked down at your whiteboard. The words stared at you like it was mocking you which made you pause and heave a deep sigh.

Watching him smile and interact so easily with his friends, especially the girl who had hugged him so comfortably, made your chest feel tight. The words suddenly felt too bold. Too hopeful.

Quietly, you erased the sentence, wiping the board clean until only faint streaks remained. The lively energy coming from Jisung's group made you feel smaller, more out of place. You lowered your gaze to your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass as disappointment settled heavily inside you.

Yeji noticed right away. She gave your arm a soft, reassuring squeeze under the counter, but even that couldn't fully ease the anxious knot in your stomach.

Time passed faster than you expected. The warm lights and soft chatter of the bar slowly faded into the background as the night grew later. You had barely touched your orange juice after that moment, the sweetness now feeling muted on your tongue. Yeji turned to you with a bright, satisfied smile, gently tapping your arm to get your attention. "We should head home soon,"  Yeji spoke, smiling when you turned your head towards her when you felt her hand on your shoulder.  "It's getting late." You nodded, offering her a small smile. You were truly happy for her, you had seen how she asked for Felix's number and how excitedly he gave it to her. The two of them had exchanged shy glances and smiles the whole night. It made your heart feel warm. But alongside that happiness sat a heavy disappointment in myself. You didn't manage to ask Jisung for his number. The moment slipped away the second his friends arrived, and your courage had crumbled completely. The blank whiteboard in front of you felt like a silent reminder of your hesitation. Yeji noticed the quiet sadness in your eyes. She leaned closer, slightly tilting her head to look at your face. "Hey... do you want me to give you Jisung's number?" she offered kindly. "I have it, and I can give it if you want. I know he wouldn't mind." Your heart skipped. You hesitated, fingers tightening around the marker as you thought about saying yes. "Yeji!" Jisung's voice called from behind the counter. He waved lightly at her, then glanced at you for a brief second before looking back at Yeji. "My shift ends within 2 minutes, do you guys need me to walk you two?" he asked. "It's pretty dark and snowy outside." Yeji's eyes lit up with a bright idea. She turned to you quickly, her expression full of excitement. "Great timing! I don't really need someone to walk me home since I live nearby. But could you at least walk Y/N to the train station?" Your eyes widened at Yeji's suggestion. You quickly shook your head and waved your hand in front of you, trying to refuse. The anxious fluttering in your chest grew stronger at the thought of being alone with him. But it was already too late. Jisung had already taken off his apron and was stepping out from behind the counter, putting on his coat. He looked at you with a gentle, patient expression, clearly waiting for you.

Your stomach dropped instantly. Nervousness flooded back in full force, making your cheeks warm and your chest tight. The thought of walking alone with Jisung, just the two of you in the quiet, snowy night, made your mind race with anxiety.

You froze for a second. Your heart was racing so loudly you could feel it in your throat. After a moment of hesitation, you took a slow, deep breath to calm yourself. You lifted your gaze and gave Jisung a small, soft smile, trying to hide your nervousness. Then you pointed towards the direction of the train station, silently telling him where you needed to go. Jisung nodded with a shy smile of his own and adjusted the scarf around his neck, ready to walk with you. Yeji, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't hide her grin. She let out a soft giggle, clearly pleased that her little plan had worked. She leaned in close to you one last time, speaking slowly and clearly while giving you a playful wink. "Good luck~" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Before you could protest, she gave your arm one last squeeze and happily slipped away to where Felix was waiting near the door. She waved at you over her shoulder with a bright, knowing smile as she left the bar with him. Now it was just you and Jisung. He stood quietly beside you, hands tucked into his coat pockets. The shy but warm look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Snow was still falling gently outside, and the night suddenly felt much quieter. Jisung tilted his head slightly towards the door, "Shall we?" You gave a small nod, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as the two of you stepped out of the bar together into the snowy night. The snow fell gently around you as you and Jisung stepped out of the bar and began walking towards the train station. Each of you held your own umbrella. His was plain black, while yours was a soft cream color. The world felt hushed and peaceful under the falling snow, the streets glowing faintly under the streetlights. You walked side by side, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. The closeness made your heart race in a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. Every few steps, you became hyper-aware of how close he was — the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the cold air, the way his arm occasionally swayed close to yours. Your mind spun with overthinking. We're really walking together... just the two of us. Does he feel as nervous as I do? Or is this normal for him? What if I look awkward right now? You kept your gaze mostly forward, cheeks warm despite the chilly night. The quiet between you felt both comforting and terrifying. Then it happened. You didn't hear the motorcycle speeding down the street. You didn't hear the roar of its engine cutting through the snowy silence. But Jisung did. In one swift motion, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you firmly towards him. Your body pressed against his side as the motorcycle zoomed past, dangerously close to where you had just been walking. Cold air rushed by, and a light spray of snow kicked up from its tires. Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart hammered wildly, not just from the near miss, but from the sudden feeling of Jisung's arm securely around your waist. His hand rested gently but protectively on your side, warm even through your coat. He looked down at you with wide, concerned eyes. His lips moved clearly under the glow of the streetlight. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry written across his face. You could only nod at first, still stunned. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he slowly loosened his hold, his hand hesitating for a second before letting go. He stayed close, though closer than before, as if ready to pull you away again if needed. Jisung adjusted his umbrella to better cover you both for a moment, his expression still soft with concern. Snowflakes caught in his hair and on his lashes as he waited for you to steady yourself.

After making sure you were alright, Jisung gave you a small, relieved smile. He nodded gently, as if to say let’s keep going, and the two of you started walking again under the falling snow.

This time, he didn’t let go of you. His hand slipped down from your waist and carefully caught your fingers. He held your hand gently but securely, his palm warm against yours despite the cold night. The simple action made your heart skip several beats.

You glanced down at your joined hands, feeling a rush of butterflies explode in your stomach. His grip was steady and reassuring, thumb occasionally brushing lightly over the back of your hand, almost absentmindedly, yet it sent little sparks up your arm. The closeness felt overwhelming in the best and scariest way.

Your mind spun again with nervous thoughts. Part of you wanted to pull away out of sheer shyness, but a bigger part of you didn’t want him to let go. The warmth of his hand against yours felt like the only steady thing in the quiet, snowy night.

Jisung walked a little closer to you now, making sure both umbrellas covered you properly from the falling snow. He would occasionally glance at you, checking if you were okay, his expression soft and a little shy whenever your eyes met. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The gentle pressure of his fingers intertwined with yours spoke louder than words could. Every step you took together made your heart feel both heavier and lighter at the same time, nervous, excited, and strangely safe. The train station lights slowly came into view in the distance, glowing warmly through the snowfall. But for now, you didn’t want to think about arriving there.

The warmth of Jisung’s hand around yours made your heart race faster with every step. The feeling was too much, too sweet, too overwhelming. After walking for a few more moments, you pursed your lips together and took a deep, shaky breath.

Gently, you pulled your hand out of his grip.

Jisung startled a little, blinking in surprise as his hand hovered in the air for a second. He looked at you with wide, slightly worried eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

You turned to face him fully, cheeks burning. Snowflakes continued to fall softly around you both. With slightly trembling fingers, you took out your phone, quickly typed a message, and turned the screen toward him.

If it's okay, can I have your number? Jisung stared at the glowing screen for a moment. Then a soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, his ears turning a light shade of red.

“How do you say ‘sure’ in sign language?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly so you could read his lips. You stared up at him for a second, heart fluttering wildly. Your cheeks felt even warmer now. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or something else entirely.

After a brief hesitation, you raised your hand and showed him the sign, making a fist with your thumb and pinky extended, then rocking it gently from side to your chin. Jisung watched carefully, then copied the motion with his own hand—a little clumsy, but sincere. He did it twice, making sure he got it right, before smiling brightly at you.

He repeated the sign while mouthing the word, “Sure.”

Then he took your phone with careful fingers and typed in his number, saving it under the name Jisung with a small smiley face beside it. He handed the phone back to you, his hand brushing lightly against yours again.

The train station entrance glowed with soft, golden light against the dark, snowy night. Snowflakes drifted down like tiny white feathers, settling gently on the ground and on the edges of your umbrellas. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth from the station behind you kept it from becoming too harsh.

Jisung stood close, his breath visible in small white clouds. After you saved his number, your phone vibrated in your gloved hand.

Jisung: Where do you live? I can walk you the rest of the way if you want.

You read the message, heart fluttering at his kindness. Your fingers moved quickly over the screen.

You: I’m okay from here. The station is safe and I’m used to going home alone. Thank you for tonight, Jisung. Really.

You turned the phone toward him. He read it slowly, his dark eyes softening. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply gave you a gentle nod, a small, shy smile touching his lips. Snow caught in his hair and on his lashes as he started to turn away.

Then you quickly typed another message, your heart pounding as your thumb hovered over the send button for a second before pressing it.

You: Can I ask you something?

Jisung: Yes?

You: How does music sound like?

Jisung stopped mid-turn. He looked down at his phone, reading your question carefully. The soft glow from the screen lit up his face as he thought deeply, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. After a few quiet moments, he began typing. His expression was gentle and sincere when he finally sent it.

Jisung: Music is hard to explain with words… but it feels alive. When it’s slow and soft, it’s like warm honey slowly pouring over your heart, or gentle waves brushing against your skin.

You stared at his message for a long time, snowflakes landing softly on your phone screen before melting away. The words made something inside your chest tighten in the sweetest way.

How does his world look when he hears music? You tried to picture it. Jisung with headphones on, eyes closed, the usual shy and quiet boy suddenly transformed. Did the music make his shoulders relax? Did his usual careful movements become lighter, freer? Did his heart race the same way yours did when you read poetry or watched the snow fall?

Did music change him? Make him feel bigger, brighter, more alive than the gentle, reserved person walking beside you tonight?

The thought made you strangely curious… and a little envious. Not in a bitter way, but in a soft, longing kind of way. You wondered what version of Jisung existed in those moments, whether he smiled wider, laughed louder, or felt emotions so deeply they spilled out of him.

You were still lost in those quiet thoughts, imagining the version of him that music brought out when a soft vibration buzzed against your palm. Your phone lit up with a new message.

You lowered your gaze to the screen, snowflakes melting the moment they touched the warm glass. The message was simple, but it made the air catch in your throat.

Jisung: Let me in to your world, y/n.

The words made a wide smile bloom across your face. It grew so big and genuine that a soft giggle slipped from your lips before you could stop it. The sound was quiet and light, almost surprising even to yourself.

Still smiling, you looked up at him and raised your hand. You signed “sure” gently and slowly, the same gentle rocking motion he had learned earlier. Your cheeks felt warm as you did it.

Jisung’s eyes softened when he saw the sign. A shy but happy smile spread across his face as he recognized it. He gave you a small nod, looking pleased and a little relieved.

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[hanjinology]

CHAPTER THREE: FIRST MOVE : featuring han jisung

— college music major!han jisung x deaf and mute!reader in which after contemplating for so so long, you decided to finally make a move and face this new feelings you've come across to.

warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers trope, slow burn, humor, alcohol consumption, profanities mentioned, generally cute and romantic stuffs mentioned ahead.

word count: 4.3k words : prev — next : series masterlist

"Do people fall in love silently like these falling snow?" You stood by the window, watching the first snowflakes drift gently down from the gray sky. They fell in peaceful silence, fluttering softly and covering everything they touched in a pure white blanket. A small smile touched your lips. You turned to the mirror and saw how beautifully the dress draped over your body, the soft fabric hugging your figure.

You rarely dress up. It always felt like such a hassle. You used to believe that no matter how nicely you dressed, nothing in your quiet world would really change. But now, standing in front of the mirror, you barely recognized yourself. The elegant dress hugged your body perfectly, the soft fabric catching the warm light and making you look almost glowing. Your heart pounded strongly against your ribs, loud and restless in your chest. You really are doing this.

Your thoughts drifted away when you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by your mother's bright, cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as her lips moved clearly.

"Yeji is waiting downstairs for you, darling. Are you ready to go out?"

It was so rare for you to leave the house. That's why she looked this happy and full of energy. She wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy life, even if your world was quieter and different from everyone else's.

You nodded softly and squeezed her hands, offering her the warmest smile you could. You knew she was just as nervous as you were, maybe even more, although her worries came from a different place.

ON THE ROCKS.

The glowing neon sign of the bar flickered softly against the dark, snowy night. Delicate snowflakes drifted down in lazy spirals, blanketing the ground in a fresh layer of pure white. Your thick scarf was wrapped snugly around your neck, but the icy breeze still snuck through, sending a shiver down your spine and tightening the nervous knot in your stomach.

A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You turned around and found Yeji standing there, looking just as anxious as you felt. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink from the cold or her nerves, you weren't sure. She shifted from foot to foot, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her coat.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, her lips moving clearly so you could read them. "I didn't put on too much makeup, did I?" Her voice probably carried that familiar nervous tremble, and her body kept bouncing lightly with restless energy.

You gave her a warm, reassuring smile and shook your head.

You look really cute, you signed with steady hands. I'm sure Felix will think so too.

Yeji's eyes lit up. She let out a delighted squeal and pulled you into a tight, enthusiastic hug. Her warmth wrapped around you like a shield against the winter chill, and for a brief moment, her excitement made the cold night feel a little softer.

You took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the heavy nervousness settled in your chest. Your eyes kept drifting back to the bar door, heart fluttering like it was your first time doing something this bold and in many ways, it was.

The door finally opened. A cold gust of winter wind rushed in, carrying snowflakes that melted instantly on your warm cheeks. Golden light spilled out into the snowy night, and your gaze immediately found him.

Han Jisung stood behind the counter, shaking a cocktail with smooth, practiced hands. A genuine, warm smile lit up his face as he chatted with the customer in front of him. You couldn't hear the conversation, but you didn't need to. You could read the easy confidence in the way he held himself, the kindness in his eyes, and the natural rhythm of his hands as he poured and mixed drinks with effortless grace.

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag. For a long moment, you simply watched him, the way the warm lights caught in his hair, the small laugh that made his shoulders shake slightly, the gentle way he nodded while listening to the customer.

He looked so at ease here. So alive. And yet, the sight of him made your heart race even faster.

You had come here tonight with one goal: to finally talk to him. Not through notes or awkward gestures like the few times you'd crossed paths before... but properly. Face to face. Even if it terrifies you.

Taking one last steadying breath, you stepped inside the bar, the warmth wrapping around you like a gentle embrace as the door closed behind you.

The warmth of the bar wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, a soothing contrast to the freezing night. Soft golden lights glowed overhead, and the faint scent of sweet cocktails and warm vanilla drifted through the air. Even without sound, you could feel the gentle, cozy atmosphere through the wooden floor beneath your feet.

Yeji stayed close, her arm linked with yours as your eyes searched for him.

Han Jisung was behind the counter when he looked up. The moment his gaze met yours, he paused. A soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, gentle and a little hesitant, with a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He set the glass down carefully and gave you a small wave.

He stepped out from behind the counter, weaving quietly between the customers until he reached you both. His eyes kept flicking back to you, warm but clearly nervous.

"You're here," he said, his lips forming the words clearly and slowly so you could read them. He rubbed the back of his neck lightly, a shy gesture that made him look even softer.

He gestured towards the bar counter with a gentle motion of his hand.

"Would you like to sit here?" he asked, enunciating carefully. "It's more comfortable... I can stay close if you want."

He stepped out from behind the counter and led you both over to the bar. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were comfortably seated. Once you were settled, he reached under the counter and placed a small, clean whiteboard and a black marker in front of you.

Yeji gave your arm an excited little squeeze. You nodded, and Jisung's shy smile grew just a fraction wider. He pulled out two stools with quiet care, making sure you were both comfortably seated before returning behind the counter.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the polished wood. His eyes settled on you again—steady, kind, and a little nervous. The way he focused on your face, making sure you could see his lips clearly, made your heart beat faster.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, speaking slowly and clearly. "I can make something warm to help with the cold... or anything you like. Just tell me."

His expression was gentle and sincere, the slight flush still lingering on his cheeks. He waited patiently, watching you with quiet attention, as if nothing else in the bar mattered at that moment.

You held the marker between your fingers, staring down at the whiteboard as you tried to decide what to order. Your mind felt a little foggy, caught in that familiar nervous bubble. Warm drinks sounded nice in this weather, but maybe something sweet? Or should you play it safe—

You didn't notice Felix approaching the counter until he was already standing right beside Jisung.

Felix leaned forward with his usual bright energy, waving a hand in your direction. When you didn't look up or react, a slightly confused smile crossed his face. He tilted his head, glancing between you and Yeji as if asking what's up with her?

Before Felix could say anything, Yeji quickly leaned forward and tapped his arm, and asked him to lean closer just a bit.

"She's deaf and mute," Yeji explained. "That's why she didn't greet you back. She didn't hear you."

Felix's expression shifted instantly. He gave a small nod of understanding, his smile softening into something gentler and more considerate. "Ah, got it," he mouthed back to Yeji, no awkwardness in his face at all.

Jisung noticed immediately.

He reached across the counter with gentle hesitation, his fingers lightly tipping your chin upward so you would meet his eyes. The sudden, soft touch made your breath catch. His fingertips were warm against your skin, and the unexpected closeness sent a rush of heat straight to your cheeks.

His eyes softened when they met yours. His lips moved clearly, slowly and carefully: "What drink are you getting?"

The simple question, combined with the tender way he lifted your chin, made your heart stumble. You felt completely flustered, cheeks burning, brain suddenly empty. In your panic, your hand moved across the whiteboard before you could think properly.

You scribbled Orange Juice in slightly messy handwriting.

The moment you lifted the board, you realized what you'd written and felt even more embarrassed. Orange juice? In the middle of winter? You wanted to erase it immediately, but it was too late.

Jisung's eyes crinkled with a quiet, shy smile as he read your answer. He didn't laugh at you. Instead, he gave a small nod, his thumb brushing ever so lightly against your chin before he finally pulled his hand back.

"Orange juice... coming right up," he mouthed, the corners of his lips still lifted in that gentle smile. There was a hint of amusement in his expression, but mostly warmth.

Felix, who had been watching the whole thing, raised his eyebrows and grinned playfully at Jisung, clearly teasing his friend without saying a word. Yeji covered her mouth beside you, barely hiding her delighted smile.

While Jisung turned around to prepare your orange juice, you glanced to your right. Yeji and Felix were already chatting comfortably, smiling and laughing together. You watched as Yeji confidently took out her phone and showed it to Felix.

You saw how the both of them exchange numbers and watches Felix's face lit up with a bright grin as he typed in his number. Seeing how naturally it happened gave you a quiet spark of courage.

Maybe... you can do that too.

Jisung returned shortly after, sliding a tall glass of orange juice in front of you. A soft slice of orange decorated the rim, and a gentle curl of steam rose from the warm drink. He gave you a small, shy smile and mouthed, "Here you go," before nodding politely.

You managed a grateful smile and wrote a quick thank you on the whiteboard, sliding it towards him. He read it and his smile widened just a little.

But before anything else could happen, the bar door opened with a burst of cold air and loud laughter. A group of Jisung's foreign friends walked in energetically. One girl immediately spotted him and rushed behind the counter.

"Jisung!" she called happily, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

Jisung hugged her back with a laugh. Soon, the rest of his friends crowded around the bar, chatting loudly and playfully with him. He became completely caught up with them, laughing, talking, and pouring drinks for the group. He didn't glance back at you. Not even once.

The courage you had felt just moments ago vanished.

You stared at the warm glass of orange juice in front of you, then looked down at your whiteboard. The words stared at you like it was mocking you which made you pause and heave a deep sigh.

Watching him smile and interact so easily with his friends, especially the girl who had hugged him so comfortably, made your chest feel tight. The words suddenly felt too bold. Too hopeful.

Quietly, you erased the sentence, wiping the board clean until only faint streaks remained. The lively energy coming from Jisung's group made you feel smaller, more out of place. You lowered your gaze to your drink, fingers tracing the rim of the glass as disappointment settled heavily inside you.

Yeji noticed right away. She gave your arm a soft, reassuring squeeze under the counter, but even that couldn't fully ease the anxious knot in your stomach.

Time passed faster than you expected. The warm lights and soft chatter of the bar slowly faded into the background as the night grew later. You had barely touched your orange juice after that moment, the sweetness now feeling muted on your tongue.

Yeji turned to you with a bright, satisfied smile, gently tapping your arm to get your attention.

"We should head home soon,"  Yeji spoke, smiling when you turned your head towards her when you felt her hand on your shoulder.  "It's getting late."

You nodded, offering her a small smile. You were truly happy for her, you had seen how she asked for Felix's number and how excitedly he gave it to her. The two of them had exchanged shy glances and smiles the whole night. It made your heart feel warm.

But alongside that happiness sat a heavy disappointment in myself.

You didn't manage to ask Jisung for his number. The moment slipped away the second his friends arrived, and your courage had crumbled completely. The blank whiteboard in front of you felt like a silent reminder of your hesitation.

Yeji noticed the quiet sadness in your eyes. She leaned closer, slightly tilting her head to look at your face.

"Hey... do you want me to give you Jisung's number?" she offered kindly. "I have it, and I can give it if you want. I know he wouldn't mind."

Your heart skipped. You hesitated, fingers tightening around the marker as you thought about saying yes.

"Yeji!" Jisung's voice called from behind the counter. He waved lightly at her, then glanced at you for a brief second before looking back at Yeji.

"My shift ends within 2 minutes, do you guys need me to walk you two?" he asked. "It's pretty dark and snowy outside."

Yeji's eyes lit up with a bright idea. She turned to you quickly, her expression full of excitement.

"Great timing! I don't really need someone to walk me home since I live nearby. But could you at least walk Y/N to the train station?"

Your eyes widened at Yeji's suggestion. You quickly shook your head and waved your hand in front of you, trying to refuse. The anxious fluttering in your chest grew stronger at the thought of being alone with him.

But it was already too late.

Jisung had already taken off his apron and was stepping out from behind the counter, putting on his coat. He looked at you with a gentle, patient expression, clearly waiting for you.

Your stomach dropped instantly. Nervousness flooded back in full force, making your cheeks warm and your chest tight. The thought of walking alone with Jisung, just the two of you in the quiet, snowy night, made your mind race with anxiety.

You froze for a second. Your heart was racing so loudly you could feel it in your throat. After a moment of hesitation, you took a slow, deep breath to calm yourself. You lifted your gaze and gave Jisung a small, soft smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

Then you pointed towards the direction of the train station, silently telling him where you needed to go. Jisung nodded with a shy smile of his own and adjusted the scarf around his neck, ready to walk with you.

Yeji, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn't hide her grin. She let out a soft giggle, clearly pleased that her little plan had worked. She leaned in close to you one last time, speaking slowly and clearly while giving you a playful wink.

"Good luck~" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before you could protest, she gave your arm one last squeeze and happily slipped away to where Felix was waiting near the door. She waved at you over her shoulder with a bright, knowing smile as she left the bar with him.

Now it was just you and Jisung.

He stood quietly beside you, hands tucked into his coat pockets. The shy but warm look in his eyes made your stomach flip. Snow was still falling gently outside, and the night suddenly felt much quieter.

Jisung tilted his head slightly towards the door, "Shall we?"

You gave a small nod, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as the two of you stepped out of the bar together into the snowy night.

The snow fell gently around you as you and Jisung stepped out of the bar and began walking towards the train station. Each of you held your own umbrella. His was plain black, while yours was a soft cream color. The world felt hushed and peaceful under the falling snow, the streets glowing faintly under the streetlights.

You walked side by side, close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. The closeness made your heart race in a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. Every few steps, you became hyper-aware of how close he was — the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the cold air, the way his arm occasionally swayed close to yours. Your mind spun with overthinking.

We're really walking together... just the two of us. Does he feel as nervous as I do? Or is this normal for him? What if I look awkward right now?

You kept your gaze mostly forward, cheeks warm despite the chilly night. The quiet between you felt both comforting and terrifying.

Then it happened.

You didn't hear the motorcycle speeding down the street. You didn't hear the roar of its engine cutting through the snowy silence. But Jisung did.

In one swift motion, his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you firmly towards him. Your body pressed against his side as the motorcycle zoomed past, dangerously close to where you had just been walking. Cold air rushed by, and a light spray of snow kicked up from its tires.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart hammered wildly, not just from the near miss, but from the sudden feeling of Jisung's arm securely around your waist. His hand rested gently but protectively on your side, warm even through your coat.

He looked down at you with wide, concerned eyes. His lips moved clearly under the glow of the streetlight. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry written across his face.

You could only nod at first, still stunned. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he slowly loosened his hold, his hand hesitating for a second before letting go. He stayed close, though closer than before, as if ready to pull you away again if needed. Jisung adjusted his umbrella to better cover you both for a moment, his expression still soft with concern. Snowflakes caught in his hair and on his lashes as he waited for you to steady yourself.

After making sure you were alright, Jisung gave you a small, relieved smile. He nodded gently, as if to say let’s keep going, and the two of you started walking again under the falling snow.

This time, he didn’t let go of you. His hand slipped down from your waist and carefully caught your fingers. He held your hand gently but securely, his palm warm against yours despite the cold night. The simple action made your heart skip several beats.

You glanced down at your joined hands, feeling a rush of butterflies explode in your stomach. His grip was steady and reassuring, thumb occasionally brushing lightly over the back of your hand, almost absentmindedly, yet it sent little sparks up your arm. The closeness felt overwhelming in the best and scariest way.

Your mind spun again with nervous thoughts. Part of you wanted to pull away out of sheer shyness, but a bigger part of you didn’t want him to let go. The warmth of his hand against yours felt like the only steady thing in the quiet, snowy night.

Jisung walked a little closer to you now, making sure both umbrellas covered you properly from the falling snow. He would occasionally glance at you, checking if you were okay, his expression soft and a little shy whenever your eyes met.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The gentle pressure of his fingers intertwined with yours spoke louder than words could. Every step you took together made your heart feel both heavier and lighter at the same time, nervous, excited, and strangely safe.

The train station lights slowly came into view in the distance, glowing warmly through the snowfall. But for now, you didn’t want to think about arriving there.

The warmth of Jisung’s hand around yours made your heart race faster with every step. The feeling was too much, too sweet, too overwhelming. After walking for a few more moments, you pursed your lips together and took a deep, shaky breath.

Gently, you pulled your hand out of his grip.

Jisung startled a little, blinking in surprise as his hand hovered in the air for a second. He looked at you with wide, slightly worried eyes, as if he had done something wrong.

You turned to face him fully, cheeks burning. Snowflakes continued to fall softly around you both. With slightly trembling fingers, you took out your phone, quickly typed a message, and turned the screen toward him.

If it's okay, can I have your number?

Jisung stared at the glowing screen for a moment. Then a soft, shy smile slowly spread across his face, his ears turning a light shade of red.

“How do you say ‘sure’ in sign language?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly so you could read his lips. You stared up at him for a second, heart fluttering wildly. Your cheeks felt even warmer now. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or something else entirely.

After a brief hesitation, you raised your hand and showed him the sign, making a fist with your thumb and pinky extended, then rocking it gently from side to your chin. Jisung watched carefully, then copied the motion with his own hand—a little clumsy, but sincere. He did it twice, making sure he got it right, before smiling brightly at you.

He repeated the sign while mouthing the word, “Sure.”

Then he took your phone with careful fingers and typed in his number, saving it under the name Jisung with a small smiley face beside it. He handed the phone back to you, his hand brushing lightly against yours again.

The train station entrance glowed with soft, golden light against the dark, snowy night. Snowflakes drifted down like tiny white feathers, settling gently on the ground and on the edges of your umbrellas. The cold air nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth from the station behind you kept it from becoming too harsh.

Jisung stood close, his breath visible in small white clouds. After you saved his number, your phone vibrated in your gloved hand.

Jisung: Where do you live? I can walk you the rest of the way if you want.

You read the message, heart fluttering at his kindness. Your fingers moved quickly over the screen.

You: I’m okay from here. The station is safe and I’m used to going home alone. Thank you for tonight, Jisung. Really.

You turned the phone toward him. He read it slowly, his dark eyes softening. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, but he simply gave you a gentle nod, a small, shy smile touching his lips. Snow caught in his hair and on his lashes as he started to turn away.

Then you quickly typed another message, your heart pounding as your thumb hovered over the send button for a second before pressing it.

You: Can I ask you something?

Jisung: Yes?

You: How does music sound like?

Jisung stopped mid-turn. He looked down at his phone, reading your question carefully. The soft glow from the screen lit up his face as he thought deeply, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. After a few quiet moments, he began typing. His expression was gentle and sincere when he finally sent it.

Jisung: Music is hard to explain with words… but it feels alive. When it’s slow and soft, it’s like warm honey slowly pouring over your heart, or gentle waves brushing against your skin.

You stared at his message for a long time, snowflakes landing softly on your phone screen before melting away. The words made something inside your chest tighten in the sweetest way.

How does his world look when he hears music?

You tried to picture it. Jisung with headphones on, eyes closed, the usual shy and quiet boy suddenly transformed. Did the music make his shoulders relax? Did his usual careful movements become lighter, freer? Did his heart race the same way yours did when you read poetry or watched the snow fall?

Did music change him? Make him feel bigger, brighter, more alive than the gentle, reserved person walking beside you tonight?

The thought made you strangely curious… and a little envious. Not in a bitter way, but in a soft, longing kind of way. You wondered what version of Jisung existed in those moments, whether he smiled wider, laughed louder, or felt emotions so deeply they spilled out of him.

You were still lost in those quiet thoughts, imagining the version of him that music brought out when a soft vibration buzzed against your palm. Your phone lit up with a new message.

You lowered your gaze to the screen, snowflakes melting the moment they touched the warm glass. The message was simple, but it made the air catch in your throat.

Jisung: Let me in to your world, y/n.

The words made a wide smile bloom across your face. It grew so big and genuine that a soft giggle slipped from your lips before you could stop it. The sound was quiet and light, almost surprising even to yourself.

Still smiling, you looked up at him and raised your hand. You signed “sure” gently and slowly, the same gentle rocking motion he had learned earlier. Your cheeks felt warm as you did it.

Jisung’s eyes softened when he saw the sign. A shy but happy smile spread across his face as he recognized it. He gave you a small nod, looking pleased and a little relieved.

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A Romantic Concept pt 2

pairing: Felix x f!reader wc: 26 ss tags/warnings: fluff, minor angst, misunderstanding, cursing, implied panic attack, minor medical incident part one // part two // part three masterlist

Summary: When Felix needs a director of photography for his upcoming music video, Chan recommends you, his childhood friend and an aspiring cinematographer.

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VENGEANCE : featuring kim hongjoong

— DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.

content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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word count: 9k words

You were a catch. A fucking catch.

Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.

After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching band—the one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.

He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.

It wasn't unusual for Jaehyun to go a day or two without texting. You both had busy lives, you with band rehearsals and him with football practice, so you understood. Whenever he had time, he always came back to you. That was how your relationship worked: comfortable, intact, and especially intimate when you finally got to be alone together.

You never doubted him. He always reassured you so well.

Until now.

It had been a full week since the last time you actually spoke to him in person. No late-night visits to your dorm, no sneaking in through your window with that boyish grin. Just short, dry texts. And every time you tried calling him, he would pick up only to say he was "too busy with practice" and hang up after a minute.

Something felt... off.

You tried to shrug it off at first. Jaehyun was probably just exhausted from practice. You told yourself he'd text soon, that he just needed some time to himself. Three days ago, he had sent a short message saying he was going back to his father's house for a while and wouldn't be around campus. You understand.

But that was three days ago.

Now it had been two full weeks since you last saw him in person. Two weeks of dry, replies and calls that ended within a minute. The uneasy feeling in your chest grew heavier, tightening around your throat like a chokehold.

You weren't used to this. You weren't used to doubting him.

Lucky for you, you actually knew his father—Kim Hongjoong.

He was a genuine, warm man. A single father of three who somehow still looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. At 42, Hongjoong could easily pass for someone in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, with sharp, refined features and that same devastating smile Jaehyun inherited. He was kind, attentive, and had a quiet confidence that always made the air feel a little thicker whenever he was around.

If he wasn't your boyfriend's father... well, you wouldn't have let yourself think about it.

But right now, worry was winning over everything else.

You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him.

You: Hi, Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from Jaehyun properly in almost two weeks. He mentioned he was going home a few days ago. Is everything okay? Do you know where he is?

You hit send and stared at the screen, nerves twisting in your stomach. The party noise faded into the background as you waited.

Not even a minute later, your phone vibrated.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. Jaehyun isn't home right now. He said he'll be coming next week. I'm not sure why he told you he was already here...

Your stomach dropped.

He lied.

Jaehyun lied to you.

He never lied to you. Does he?

But now the doubt was creeping in, loud and ugly. Jaehyun had lied. He told you he was going home when he clearly wasn't. Why? The question twisted uncomfortably in your chest, and the fact that you couldn't even confront him made it worse. He was completely missing in action. You typed back with slightly shaky fingers.

You: Oh. I see. Thank you, Mr. Kim. If he comes home, please tell him to message me. Thank you. Hongjoong: Of course, darling. Take care of yourself, yeah? And visit here sometimes, whenever you can.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his reply. Even through text, Hongjoong's warmth came through so easily. He really was such a sweet man, a genuinely good father. The kind of man who made you feel cared for with just a few words. For a moment, the heavy weight in your chest felt a little lighter.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and let out a long breath, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts about Jaehyun to the back of your mind.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling twisting in your chest.

If Jaehyun wasn't at his father's house like he claimed, then he was probably just hiding in his dorm. That had to be it. Tomorrow, you decided, you would go see him. You'd look him in the eyes and ask what the fuck was actually going on.

The next day came by so quickly.

You baked his favorite cake. Chocolate with extra frosting, hoping it would soften whatever conversation was about to happen. With the cake box in one hand and your spare key in the other, you stood in front of Jaehyun's dorm door, heart beating heavily.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door quietly.

The moment you stepped inside, your stomach dropped. Loud, breathy female moans filled the entire dorm. The sound was unmistakable. High-pitched, needy, and very real.

He's probably just watching porn, you told yourself, trying to stay calm. He does that sometimes when he's stressed...

But something felt wrong. You walked down the short hallway, cake still in your hands, and slowly pushed open the door to his bedroom.

The sight hit you like a truck.

Jaehyun was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. A girl you didn't recognize was on top of him, riding him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned loudly. His hands were gripping her ass, guiding her movements while he groaned beneath her.

For a few painful seconds, you just stood there frozen, cake box trembling slightly in your hands.

Jaehyun's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto yours. His face went pale.

"Baby—?!" he choked out, voice hoarse. The girl on top of him let out a startled yelp and quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. You had already seen everything.

The cake suddenly felt heavy in your arms. The sweet smell that used to comfort you now turned your stomach. All the late replies. All the sudden "practices." All the lies about going home.

This is why.

"Kim Jaehyun! What the fuck!?"

The cake box slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. For a split second, everything was silent except for the girl's heavy breathing. Then your blood boils.

You didn't scream. You didn't cry. Instead, you strode forward with long, confident steps, that signature domineering aura radiating off you like ice.

The girl barely had time to react before your hand shot out. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off Jaehyun with one powerful pull. She screamed as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress.

"Get the fuck off him," you said coldly, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. She scrambled away from you, eyes wide with shock, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. Jaehyun sat up quickly, face pale and panicked.

"Babe— wait, it's not— I can explain—"

"Explain?" You let out a bitter laugh, still holding the girl's hair tightly in your grip as you glared down at him. "You lied to me for two weeks just so you could fuck someone behind my back?"

The girl whimpered as you finally released her hair with a rough shove. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like her life depended on it, slamming the door behind her.

Now it was just you and Jaehyun. He looked pathetic, naked, flushed, dick still hard and glistening from another girl's pussy. The sight made your stomach turn.

You stood tall at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at him like he was nothing more than a disappointing subordinate who just ruined the entire performance.

"Two weeks, Jaehyun," you said, voice dangerously calm. "Two fucking weeks of 'I'm busy' and 'I'm at my dad's'. And this is what you were doing?"

Jaehyun's eyes widened in panic. He scrambled off the bed, still naked, and lunged forward, grabbing your wrist tightly.

"Babe, wait— please, just listen to me! It's not what it looks like, I swear! She doesn't mean anything, it was just— fuck, it was a mistake—"

You felt his grip on your wrist like fire.

With a sharp, powerful yank, you shoved him off you. Jaehyun stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.

"Don't you fucking lay your filthy hands on me!" you hissed, voice dripping with venom. "A mistake? You lied to me for two whole weeks so you could fuck some random bitch behind my back and you call that a mistake?!"

Your chest heaved with rage. Your eyes blurred as tears pooled on your eyelids, making Jaehyun shrink under your glare.

"We're done," you said coldly, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't ever call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me. Fuck off, Jaehyun."

You turned on your heels, not even sparing the fallen chocolate cake on the floor a second glance, and walked out of his room. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you slammed the dorm door behind you with a loud bang.

Tears burned in your eyes the moment you stepped outside, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not for him. You were done.

For the next week, Jaehyun wouldn't leave you alone.

He texted and called nonstop, even after you blocked him on everything. He showed up outside your classes, your band practice, and your dorm. Every time he tried to approach you, your friends were right there, ready to throw punches and shield you like bodyguards. They cursed him out and dragged you away before he could get close.

You stayed strong on the outside, but the betrayal still stung.

By the start of the second week, you thought it was finally dying down. Until one afternoon.

You had just finished band practice and were walking out of the campus gate when a girl stepped in front of you. It was her. The girl you had pulled off Jaehyun that day. She looked nervous, eyes red like she'd been crying.

"Can we talk?" she asked quietly. "Please... just for a minute."

You almost walked past her, but something in her expression made you stop. You crossed your arms, staring her down.

"Fine. Talk."

She took a shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry... I had no idea you existed. Jaehyun told me he was single the entire time. We'd been seeing each other for almost a month. He said he didn't have a girlfriend, that he was too focused on football to date anyone seriously." Her voice cracked. "If I had known about you... I would never have touched him. I swear."

She looked genuinely devastated.

"I feel sick knowing I was the other woman. I'm really, really sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. The anger you'd been carrying suddenly felt heavier. Jaehyun didn't just cheat on you. He had played both of you.

You let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through your hair.

"...Thanks for telling me," you said coldly. "At least now I know how much of a lying piece of shit he really is."

The girl nodded, looking ashamed, before quietly walking away. You stood there at the gate for a long time, the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement. The betrayal felt even deeper now.

For the next month, you drowned yourself in studies and band practice.

You threw everything you had into rehearsals, perfecting every count, every movement, every command on the field. At night, you buried yourself in books and assignments until your eyes burned. You barely slept, barely ate, and barely gave yourself time to think.

The whole campus knew what happened. The cheating scandal spread like wildfire. People whispered when you walked by, gave you pitiful looks in the hallways, and sent sympathetic messages. But you kept your chin up high, shoulders back, and that signature domineering aura firmly in place. You refuse to let anyone see you break. You were the drum major. You didn't fall apart in public.

Two months had passed since that awful day. You were in your dorm, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen.

Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. It's been a while. How have you been? It's already been two months since I last heard from you. I didn't even know you and Jaehyun broke up until recently... Are you okay?

Your chest tightened. You stared at the message for a long time before replying.

You: Oh. Hello, Mr. Kim. Yeah, we broke up. I'm fine though, thank you for checking me up. Hongjoong: I'm really sorry to hear that. If you're free this weekend, why don't you come over for dinner? I'll cook. You can talk about what happened if you want to... or we can just eat and you can forget everything for a while. No pressure. I just hate the thought of you dealing with this alone, besides I know for sure whatever the reason is, it could have been my stupid son's fault.

You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to say no and keep burying yourself in work. But another part, the tired, angry, emotionally drained part, desperately needed to let it all out.

You: Okay. I'll come. Thank you, Mr. Kim. Hongjoong: Great. Come by Saturday at 6? Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.

Saturday came faster than you expected. By 6:30 PM, you were standing in front of Hongjoong's house, heart beating a little faster than usual. You had chosen one of your favorite Sunday dresses. A soft, off-shoulder cream-colored dress that hugged your figure nicely but still looked modest enough. You tugged at the hem nervously, suddenly wondering if it was too much. Too pretty. Too revealing for a dinner with your ex-boyfriend's father.

You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Kim Hongjoong stood there, looking unfairly good in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile.

"You're here," he said softly, voice rich and comforting. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toe before he caught himself and looked back at your face.

"You look great. Come in, sweetheart."

He stepped aside, letting you enter. The house smelled amazing, Garlic, herbs, and something savory that made your stomach rumble.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late," you murmured.

"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you came." He closed the door behind you, then gently placed a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the dining area. The light touch sent a small, unexpected shiver up your spine. "I made carbonara and grilled steak. Hope you're hungry."

As you followed him, the reality of the situation settled in. This was the first time you'd been here since the breakup. No Jaehyun. Just you and Hongjoong.

He pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, then disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine. Hongjoong sat across from you, his warm gaze never leaving your face.

"So..." he started gently, voice low and careful. "Do you want to eat first and relax... or do you want to tell me what really happened between you and my son?"

He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of quiet concern and something deeper you couldn't quite name.

"I'm here to listen to everything. No judgment."

You sat quietly for a moment, staring at the glass of wine in your hands. The warmth of Hongjoong's home and his gentle presence made the walls you'd built over the past two months feel dangerously thin.

"I... I'll tell you," you whispered. Hongjoong nodded, giving you his full attention. He stayed silent, patient, as you started talking.

You told him everything.

How Jaehyun had been distant for weeks. The constant excuses. The lies about being at his house. How you baked his favorite cake and went to his dorm with a spare key, hoping to fix things. How you walked in on him fucking another girl. How he had the audacity to lie and say it was a mistake.

The more you spoke, the more your voice shook.

"I kept myself busy for two months straight," you continued, tears already blurring your vision. "Studies, practice, rehearsals... anything just to stop thinking about it. The whole campus knew. Everyone was looking at me with pity and I hated it. I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to be in control... but he made me feel so stupid."

Your throat tightened painfully.

"I trusted him. I never doubted him even once. And he played me like I was nothing. He told that girl he was single the whole time. He lied to both of us."

The dam finally broke. A sob ripped from your chest. Tears streamed down your face as all the anger, humiliation, and pain you'd been holding in came rushing out at once.

"I feel so pathetic..." you cried, covering your face with both hands. "I'm supposed to be better than this. I hate that he still has this much power over me."

You couldn't stop sobbing.

Suddenly, you felt strong, warm arms wrapped around you. Hongjoong had moved from his seat and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. One hand gently rubbed your back while the other cradled the back of your head.

"Shhh... it's okay," he whispered softly against your hair, voice deep and soothing. "Let it all out, sweetheart. You don't have to be strong right now. Not here."

He held you closer, letting you cry into his chest as your body shook with heavy sobs.

"You're not pathetic," he murmured firmly. "You're incredible. My son is the idiot who couldn't see what he had."

Hongjoong didn't let go. He kept holding you, rocking you gently, his warmth and steady heartbeat slowly calming you down as you cried out months of pent-up pain.

"Just so you know," Hongjoong said softly, still holding you close, "I didn't raise my son to be like that. I thought I taught him well."

His voice was low and heavy with disappointment. One of his hands kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.

"I don't know where he got the idea that cheating is okay," he continued, almost to himself. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve any of this. Not a single second."

You stayed buried against his chest, your sobs slowly quieting into shaky breaths. His shirt was damp with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He smelled comforting, like warm cologne, fresh laundry, and something distinctly him.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at your tear-streaked face. His thumb gently wiped away the tears still clinging to your cheeks, his touch incredibly tender.

"Well..." you whispered shakily against his chest, voice still thick with tears, "just by how you're treating me right now... maybe it's only the looks that Jaehyun inherited from you."

Hongjoong let out a soft, surprised chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. He pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly, his hand still gently cupping your cheek.

"Is that so?" he murmured, a small, handsome smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed another stray tear from your skin. "I'll take that as a compliment then."

Hongjoong watched you with quiet intensity, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you pushed the pasta around your plate. The warm lighting in the dining room cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and the open collar of his black shirt.

He set his wine glass down slowly, the quiet clink breaking the silence.

"What do you want to do with Jaehyun now?" he asked, voice low and velvety.You stared at your plate for a long moment, the hurt and rage you'd buried for two months rising back to the surface like poison.

"I want him to learn his lesson," you said bitterly, your voice cracking. "I want it to hurt. I want him to feel even a fraction of the humiliation and betrayal he made me feel."A heavy silence filled the room.

Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you carefully. Then the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a dark, dangerous smile. He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing right beside you. His tall frame towered over you as he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Then let me help you teach him," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly across your bottom lip. "We can film ourselves in bed. You and me. I'll fuck you the way you deserved. I'll make you moan my name so loudly the camera catches every desperate sound."

Your breath hitched.

Hongjoong leaned down closer, his lips hovering near your ear as his voice dropped into a husky whisper.

"Imagine it, sweetheart... My hands all over this beautiful body. My cock buried deep inside you while you're falling apart. And then we send that video straight to Jaehyun. Let him watch his own father ruining the girl he was stupid enough to cheat on." He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own burning with lust and something dangerously possessive.

"You'll be screaming for me... and he'll be forced to watch every second of it."

His fingers slid from your chin down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your skin."It's your decision," he said softly, but his eyes were anything but soft. "If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you tonight. I'll make sure my son never forgets what he lost."

You stared at Hongjoong, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

He was undeniably attractive. The way his black shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms, the sharp line of his jaw, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 42, he looked better than most men half his age. But this... this was crossing a dangerous line.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, voice shaky. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "Mr. Kim, he's still your son. This feels... wrong."

Hongjoong gave you a warm, understanding smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle gently. His hand slid from your thigh to your back, giving you a soft, comforting pat as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you.

"It's okay," he said softly, voice gentle and reassuring. "I don't like pushing things on people, sweetheart. Especially not you."

He straightened up and moved back to his seat across from you, though his eyes never really left your face. The tension in the air slowly eased, but the heat of his earlier words still lingered.

"Go ahead and eat," he added with a small nod toward your plate. "Then you can rest if you want. No pressure at all. I'm just happy you're here."

You nodded quietly and picked up your fork again, though your appetite had mostly vanished. The carbonara tasted amazing, but your mind kept replaying his proposal, the image of you and Hongjoong in bed, filming everything, sending it to Jaehyun.

For the next few weeks, Hongjoong's offer refused to leave your mind.

It lingered like a parasite burrowing deeper every quiet moment. Late at night while you tried to study. During band practice when your mind should've been focused on counts and formations. Even in your dreams, his low voice would whisper the filthy promise again and again.

You told yourself it was wrong. Disgusting, even. He was your ex-boyfriend's father for heaven's sake. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thought away, it always crawled back, hotter and more tempting each time.You decided to ignore it. Bury it. Move on.

Until one sunny afternoon.

You were walking past the football field when you saw them.

Jaehyun was sitting on the bleachers with the same girl, the one you had dragged off his cock that day. She was laughing at something he said, leaning into his side while his arm was casually draped around her shoulders. He looked... completely unbothered. Like he hadn't shattered your trust and humiliated you in front of the entire campus.

Something ugly and sharp twisted violently in your chest.Your feet stopped moving. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides.All the pain, the anger, and the humiliation came rushing back in full force. And right behind it, Hongjoong's voice echoed clearly in your head.

"If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you."

That's when you stopped hesitating.

The sight of Jaehyun laughing with that girl on the bleachers had ignited something feral inside you. No more crying. No more burying the pain. Tonight, you were going to make him regret ever laying eyes on anyone else.

Later that evening, you stood in front of the his father's house with fire in your eyes and steel in your spine. Your fist knocked firmly on the wooden door.

The door opened, and there was Hongjoong.

He looked devastatingly attractive in a simple black button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly messy, and the moment his eyes landed on you. Standing there with flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and clenched fists.

Before he could even speak, you looked him dead in the eyes and said with absolute conviction. "Let's do it."

The air between you instantly thickened. Hongjoong's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he stepped aside, silently inviting you in. The moment the door closed behind you with a soft click, it felt like the outside world had been shut out completely.

Your head started to spin.You didn't know if it was because of Hongjoong's strong, woody perfume, deep, masculine, and intoxicating, that kept flooding your senses with every breath, or if it was the sudden wave of nervousness crashing over you all at once.Your heart hammered violently in your chest. Your palms felt clammy. The reality of what you just agreed to hit you like a freight train.

"Come with me," he said softly.

His hand slid down to yours, at the flat as he guided you upstairs. The house was quiet except for the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Every step up the stairs made your stomach flutter harder.He led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The room was spacious and masculine, dark wood furniture, a large king-sized bed with crisp black sheets, and soft ambient lighting from the bedside lamps. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the same intoxicating scent that had made your head spin earlier.

Hongjoong gently pulled you inside and closed the door behind you with a soft click. Without saying a word, he guided you toward the bed, his hand resting lightly on your lower back.

"Sit down, sweetheart," he murmured.You obeyed, lowering yourself to sit at the edge of the large bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Hongjoong stood in front of you, tall and commanding, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly tender.

"Nervous?" Hongjoong asked softly, his voice low and gentle as he stayed crouched between your parted thighs.You could only nod, not trusting your voice. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. Your heart was racing so fast you felt lightheaded, and the way he was looking at you, so intense, so patient, yet so hungry, made everything feel overwhelming.

Hongjoong gave you a small, understanding smile. He rose slowly from his crouch and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing warmly against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side while his other hand came up to gently cup your face.

"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek. "This is a big step. But I promise... I'll take care of you."

He leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, letting his lips linger there. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you again, making your head spin in the best way.

"I'm not going to rush you," he whispered against your skin. "We can go slow."

His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with feather-light fingers. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his again.

"Tell me what you want," he said softly, eyes dark but patient. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Or do you just want me to hold you until the nerves settle down?" His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip as he waited, giving you full control even while his body radiated heat and barely contained desire.

The sigh that left your lips was soft and shaky the moment Hongjoong's lips met yours.It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was slow, warm, and devastatingly gentle, like he was savoring the first taste of something he had wanted for a long time. Your head instinctively leaned into him, eyes fluttering shut as a rush of heat spread through your body.

Hongjoong hummed approvingly against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours with experience, deepening the kiss gradually until you parted your lips for him. When his tongue slipped inside, tasting you, a quiet whimper escaped your throat.He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, deep, sensual, and thorough. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your thighs press together instinctively.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was slightly heavier, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire as he looked at you.

"Still nervous?" he whispered, voice husky. His thumb brushed tenderly over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.You barely managed a small shake of your head.

"There we go." Hongjoong smiled, slow and predatory, before capturing your lips again, this time with more hunger. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he guided you further onto the bed until your back gently met the soft mattress.

He hovered over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying in his bed, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes hazy with nerves and arousal. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sat back on his knees and reached for the buttons of his black shirt.

One by one, he undid them slowly, deliberately, revealing his toned chest and defined abs inch by inch. The shirt slid off his broad shoulders and strong arms, exposing his muscular upper body. He was even more impressive than you had imagined, years of quiet discipline showing in every line of his torso. He tossed the shirt aside without care.

Your breath caught.

Hongjoong leaned down again, capturing your lips in another slow, heated kiss. His bare skin radiated warmth as he pressed closer, one hand sliding up your side.

His fingers found the hem of your sundress. He sat up slightly and gently tugged the fabric upward, eyes locked on yours the entire time, giving you every chance to stop him. You lifted your hips instinctively, and he pulled the dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Hongjoong let out a low, appreciative groan as his gaze roamed over your body.

"Fuck... look at you," he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands traced your waist, then moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over the fabric. He leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, then lower, between the valley of your breasts. His fingers skillfully unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your shoulders, freeing your breasts.

"Perfect," he breathed, eyes dark.He tossed your bra aside and returned to kissing you — deeper this time, while his hands explored your now mostly bare body with slow, reverent touches.

Hongjoong kissed you like he was starving for you, his mouth claiming yours in deep, slow strokes while his hands explored your body with growing hunger. He trailed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking gently.

A soft moan slipped from your lips.

He continued downward, pressing wet kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the thin fabric and started slowly pulling them down your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.

As the lace slid down your legs, Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. His voice came out low and rough, slightly breathless.

"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" His hands never stopped moving. He finished pulling your panties off and tossed them aside, then ran his palms up your bare thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could settle between them.You could barely think straight, head spinning from the sensation of being completely naked under him.

"In... in my bag," you managed to whisper, voice shaky. "By the door..."

Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgment. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above your mound, dangerously close to where you were already aching for him.

"Stay right here," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "Don't move."

He stood up for a moment, giving you a full view of his sculpted torso and the obvious bulge straining against his pants. He walked over to your bag, retrieved your phone, and returned to the bed.

Hongjoong gave you one last deep kiss before pulling back, then handed you your phone with a dark, heated look in his eyes.

"Here, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding. "You're going to record this."

He helped you sit up and lean back against the plush headboard, propping pillows behind you so you were comfortable. Then he moved down the bed, settling his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His large hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs wider apart, fully exposing your glistening pussy to him.

Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the camera app on of your phone and switched it to video mode. You hit record.

Hongjoong looked straight into the lens for a moment, a wicked smirk on his lips, before his gaze dropped back to your dripping core. Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit in one long, filthy stroke. A broken moan immediately spilled from your lips.

"Oh my god..." you whimpered, hips twitching.

Hongjoong groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking gently.

"Fuck—!" you cried out, your free hand flying down to grip his hair.

He ate you out like a man possessed, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more hungry. His tongue circled your clit, flicked it, then dipped down to push inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, clearly captured by the camera.

You struggled to keep the phone steady, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through you. "Joong— ahh!" you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "It feels so good..."

He looked up at the camera again, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head, while you watched his face contort through the screen of your phone. He then slid two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tried your best to keep recording, legs trembling around his head, hips grinding against his talented tongue.

His tongue worked your swollen clit with expert precision, licking, sucking, and flicking in perfect rhythm while two thick fingers pumped deep inside your soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, all of it being captured clearly on the phone you were desperately trying to hold steady.

"Ahh—! Hongjoong... fuck!" you moaned loudly, your voice cracking.

Your head fell back against the headboard, but you forced your eyes to stay on the camera. Your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tight and hot in your lower belly.

Hongjoong groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your back arch sharply.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, lips shiny with your juices. He curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "So wet for me already."

"I— I can't—" you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his face. "It's too good... I'm— I'm so close!"

He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly while his fingers fucked you faster, deeper. Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes dark and commanding.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He dove back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with intense pressure while his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. The coil inside you snapped.

"Oh my god— Hongjoong!" you screamed, your back arching violently off the bed. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through your body, making your vision blur and your legs shake uncontrollably. You kept moaning his name brokenly, loud and shameless, as the orgasm went on and on. You didn't even know if you properly recorded the way he made you cum. It was too much for you to think about it.

Hongjoong didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering you through every pulse, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess against the headboard. Only when your moans turned into weak, oversensitive whimpers did he finally slow down. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your throbbing clit before pulling his fingers out and looking up at you with a satisfied, predatory smirk.

Hongjoong huffed a heavy, shaky breath against your soaked pussy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Your orgasm had clearly affected him just as much. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and his lips glistened with your release.

He slowly crawled up your body like a predator, hovering over you on his forearms. His muscular frame caged you in completely, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh through his pants.

Without a word, he snatched the phone from your trembling hands. He quickly tapped the screen a few times, saving the video with a satisfied hum, then tossed the phone onto the far side of the bed where it landed safely on the pillows.

Now there was nothing between you two. Hongjoong looked down at you with pure hunger, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His bare chest brushed against your breasts with every breath he took.

"Enough recording for now," he rasped, voice thick and rough. "I want to feel you properly."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist as he ground his clothed erection against your bare, sensitive pussy. You moaned into his mouth, still twitching from your orgasm. Hongjoong broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and husky, barely holding back his hunger. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you looked straight up into his eyes, fiery, determined, and needy all at once, and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him the clearest answer you could.

Hongjoong's eyes darkened even more. A low, pleased groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

"That's my good girl." He reached down between your bodies and quickly freed himself from his pants. His hard cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and flushed. He wrapped a hand around the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked slit, coating himself in your wetness.

You gasped softly at the feeling, your arms tightening around his neck.

Hongjoong pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered roughly. Then, with one slow but firm thrust, he pushed the thick head of his cock inside you.

A broken moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, groaning at how tightly your walls gripped him.

"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in. "You feel even better than I imagined." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as he gave you time to adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back.

The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, something in Hongjoong snapped.

He didn't hold back anymore.

With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward hard, burying his thick cock deep inside you in one powerful stroke. A loud, broken cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide open, filling you completely.

"Fuck—!" Hongjoong growled, voice raw with years of pent-up desire. "Finally..."

He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a brutal, desperate pace right away. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he fucked you like a man who had been starving for this moment for years.

"Been waiting so fucking long for this," he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "You have no idea how many nights I imagined fucking you raw in my bed."

Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips snapping against yours with raw power. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your loud moans and his heavy grunts filled the room.

Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his waist, driving even deeper. His rhythm was relentless, almost animalistic, like he was claiming you completely.

"Mine now," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braced beside your head. "This pussy is mine."

He kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder. His hips rolled with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him dragging against your walls.You could barely think, only feel the way he was ruining you so perfectly. Hongjoong buried his face in your neck again, sucking hard on your skin as he growled.

He fucked you like a man possessed, hips slamming against yours with raw, years-long hunger.

He suddenly shifted his angle, hooking your leg higher around his waist and driving deeper. He thrust hard a few times, searching, adjusting, until he found it. Your whole body jerked violently.

"Ahh—! There—!" you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.

Hongjoong's lips curled into a feral smirk against your neck.

"Right here?" he growled, voice dark and satisfied. He immediately started targeting that sweet spot mercilessly. Every thrust was precise, deep, and devastatingly fast, slamming directly into the spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuck yes— take it, baby," he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he railed you without mercy. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly."

His pace was brutal now, deep, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly between your bodies as he drove into you again and again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You were moaning shamelessly, almost sobbing with pleasure, your arms locked tight around his neck.

Hongjoong buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you even harder, hips snapping with pure desperation.

"That's it," he panted, voice rough. He angled his hips again, making sure every thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge at an overwhelming speed.

"You're getting so fucking tight again," he groaned, almost snarling. "Gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

Hongjoong kept slamming into that perfect spot with ruthless precision, his hips moving in a fast, deep rhythm that left you completely undone. Your eyes suddenly rolled to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Your entire body tensed violently beneath him.

"I'm— I'm cumming—!" you sobbed brokenly, voice cracking.

Your walls clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as your second orgasm crashed through you even harder than the first. A loud, shameless moan tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed while your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

The way your pussy squeezed him so tightly, almost begging him to cum with you, finally pushed Hongjoong over the edge.

"Fuck— baby!" he growled loudly, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your spasming pussy, filling you up completely as he kept grinding into you, riding out both of your orgasms.

His body trembled above yours, hips twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name against your neck like a prayer. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed. Hongjoong stayed buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting and covered in sweat.

"Shit..." he whispered hoarsely, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. "You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that." He gave one last slow thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you, then stayed there, savoring the warmth of your body wrapped around him.

Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily in the quiet aftermath.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and gently collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing softly against your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint beating of his heart against your chest.

Hongjoong was the first to move. He pressed slow, lazy kisses along your neck and jawline, then finally lifted his head to look at you. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were softer now, warm, almost tender.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice hoarse from exertion. One of his hands came up to gently brush strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

You could only nod weakly, still dazed and trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. Your arms remained loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape.

Hongjoong smiled softly, a small, genuine smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He leaned down and kissed you, slow, deep, and full of affection this time, completely different from the raw hunger earlier.

Hongjoong stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, savoring the warmth and the way your walls still fluttered around him. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out with a low groan.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your swollen pussy onto the sheets. He watched it for a second with dark satisfaction before looking back at your face.

"Stay still, sweetheart," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't move. I'll get you a glass of water."

You nodded hazily, still floating in a blissful, post-orgasm daze. Your body felt heavy and boneless against the mattress.

As Hongjoong got up and walked out of the room, completely naked, you reached over to the other side of the bed where he had thrown your phone. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up.

The video was still there.

Without giving yourself time to overthink, you opened your messaging app, found Jaehyun's contact, and attached the video. Your thumb hovered for only a second before you hit send.The message delivered.

You stared at the screen, heart pounding. A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared... then stopped. Then appeared again.

Finally, a message came through.

Jaehyun: What the fuck is this?

Another message followed almost immediately, his panic clear even through text.

Jaehyun: Is that... my fucking dad?! Jaehyun: Are you seriously fucking my DAD?!

You didn't reply. You smiled .A slow, satisfied, almost wicked smile spread across your lips as you scrolled through the flood of texts Jaehyun had sent in the last few minutes.

Jaehyun: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Jaehyun: You're seriously fucking my DAD just because I made one mistake?! Jaehyun: This is so fucked up. You're disgusting. Jaehyun: Delete that shit right now. I can't believe you'd stoop this low. Jaehyun: Answer me you fucking bitch.

Every angry, desperate message made the smile on your face grow wider. You could practically hear him shouting through the screen, the panic, the rage, the disbelief.

You were still smiling when Hongjoong returned with a glass of cold water in his hand. He paused at the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of you, naked, flushed, and glowing, sitting up in his bed while scrolling through your phone with a satisfied little smirk on your face.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Did you already send it?" he asked, walking over to the bed. You looked up at him and nodded slowly, biting your lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face.

Hongjoong let out a low, rich chuckle, clearly pleased. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and handed you the glass.

"Here, drink up," he said softly.

You took the glass and drank the rest of the water slowly while he watched you with dark, affectionate eyes. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand.

He leaned in, cupping your jaw gently as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips.

"Good girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice laced with satisfaction. "Now come here."

Hongjoong pulled you back down onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your body and tucking you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, one hand lazily stroking your back.

"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, holding you close. As you drifted off in his warm embrace, your phone buzzed one last time on the nightstand. You smiled against Hongjoong's chest and closed your eyes. Revenge had never felt so good.

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