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@luvxzaa
Welcome, please come in…
✈︎ Travel a little in my head, and in some of the lives I like to create when I'm bored.
Soft [s] — Mature [m] — Angst [a]
OT8 & MORE
Husband!Chan — Skz x other!celebrity
[s] Your first time together — Hyung — Maknae
[s] When you take shower — Hyung — Maknae
[m] Almost caught — Chan (with smut)
[s] Seeing you — Lee know
[s] Live — Changbin
[a] Best friend — Hyunjin (with a little smut)
[s] Ride — Han
[s] Park — Felix
[s] You, me and… — Seungmin
[m] Neighbor — I.N
[s] Random text with boyfriend Skz — OT8
[s] « Dont think about it » — Chan
[s] Sankofa — Lee know
[m] Head — Changbin
[m] Neighbor — Hyunjin
[s] Concert — Han
[s] Aquarium — Felix
[s] Twins — Seungmin
[s] Lied — I.N
[s] Stray kids x 9th member — Hyung — Maknae
[a] Love at the first sight — Chan
[s] Mute — Lee know – Explicit ver.
[s] In love — Changbin
[a] Always love — Hyunjin
[s] Hannah’s best friend — Han
[a] Breath — Felix
[m] Video — Seungmin
[s] Boyfriend — I.N
[s] prank him ‘bout pregnancy — Hyung — Maknae
[s] military boyfriend — Chan
[m] Condoms — Lee know
[s] Instagram — Changbin
[m] day — Hyunjin
[m] 20 minutes — Han
[s] Birthday — Felix
[a] Mariage — Seungmin
[m] slips — I.N
[a] Nobody gets me — Chan
[m] Libido — Lee know
[m] Step brother — Han
[s] Weak Seungmo — Seungmin
SERIES
IDOLE AU
— NOBODY GETS ME : Bahng ´Christopher´ Chan
TEASER — Go to the Library
NO IDOLE AU
when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit
I have like…fic for some group that I don’t even listening ?? Like, enhypen or ateez…GIVE ME BACK MY SKZ FICS !!!!
I WANT HIM TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK
➜ Chan’s Series 💋💔
—> Synopsis
Ivy thought she'd found love with a capital L. A three-year relationship, plans, promises, shared laughter... until it all fell apart. Betrayed by the man she loved and her own best friend, she finds herself facing an immense emptiness, with only a broken heart and shattered confidence to keep her company.
Her two other best friends, devastated to see her sinking, try their best to take her mind off things, to get her to move on, to convince her to go out, to meet someone new. But Ivy refuses. She doesn't want a Band-Aid on an open wound. She wants to take the time to heal. In her own way. At her own pace. Without pressure.
So she slowly, silently rebuilds herself. She continues her studies, pretends she's fine, smiles when she has to. But when evening comes, she puts on her headphones, ties up her hair and heads for the gym. It's become her refuge. Her place. It's where she tries to regain possession of her body, battered by her ex's insidious remarks and the complexes she can no longer ignore.
This is where she sees him for the first time. A discreet guy. Always in his corner, focused. She doesn't notice him right away. And even when their eyes meet, she doesn't linger. But as the days go by, habits set in, and the face becomes familiar. Then reassuring. A routine within her routine.
Gradually, a connection develops. Subtle. Natural. They talk a little. They bump into each other more and more often. He never rushes her. Doesn't ask questions. Doesn't try to save her. And maybe that's exactly what touches her. A gentle, almost fragile friendship develops. And something else, too, that she doesn't yet dare name.
Ivy doesn't yet know that this meeting was no accident. That sometimes, the most beautiful stories are born in the shadow of the greatest wounds. And that secrets, even those carried with the best of intentions, always come out in the end.
— Volume one
—> Prologue
—> Chapter one
—> Chapter two
—> Chapter three
—> Chapter four
—> Chapter five
—> Chapter six
—> Chapter seven
—> Chapter eight
—> Chapter nine
—> Chapter ten
—> Chapter eleven
—> Chapter twelve
—> Chapter thirteen
—> Chapter fourteen
—> Chapter fifteen
—> Epilogue
Taglist :
@bangchansgirlsblog @encoredesires
Just want to re-write this fic (it’s really bad pls) but I have so much thing to write 💔💔
𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗺𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲
The fact that I.N gets to see this for free whenever he wishes
Seungmin don’t consider himself a weak man. However, everything change on Changbin’s birthday.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing here.
He’s a global idol. He sells out stadiums, performs in front of tens of thousands of people every night, and thrives under blinding stage lights. Yet somehow, the deafening music in this nightclub is giving him a headache.
It’s Changbin’s birthday, and somehow he convinced JYPE to let them celebrate in one of Seoul’s most exclusive clubs. Seungmin still has no idea how that was approved, but here they are—the eight of them.
The club is packed.
On elevated platforms, dancers perform around polished poles while purple and blue lights flash across the room. Some of the members are dancing, others are chatting with fellow idols scattered around the VIP section.
Changbin really decided to throw the party of the year.
Seungmin is sitting in one of the VIP booths with Hyunjin and Jeongin, barely paying attention to their conversation.
Because his eyes are fixed on her.
One of the dancers.
Every inch of her body is covered in shimmering purple glitter that sparkles every time the lights hit her.
He can’t look away.
His heartbeat pounds so loudly in his chest that he wonders if everyone around him can hear it.
It feels ridiculous.
Like he’s fallen in love at first sight.
And the strangest part…
She can’t stop looking at him either.
Every time she turns, every smile, every movement… it almost feels like she’s dancing just for him.
When her performance ends and another group of dancers replaces her, she disappears backstage.
Seungmin lets out a quiet sigh.
He really thinks he’ll never see her again.
About an hour later, though, he spots her leaning against the bar, laughing with the bartender.
She glances toward the VIP section.
Toward him.
Then laughs again.
She’s talking about him.
He knows she is.
It’s ridiculous.
He’s an idol. He has millions of fans everywhere, all around the world.
So why is one stranger making him so nervous?
Without thinking, he stands up.
“Where are you going?” Jeongin asks.
Seungmin doesn’t answer.
His legs are already carrying him across the room as if they belong to someone else.
When he finally stops in front of her, she looks up with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen.
He completely forgets how to speak.
She giggles.
Then, as naturally as if they’d known each other forever, she asks the bartender for two drinks.
It was stupid to accept.
She could’ve been a sasaeng.
It was even more stupid when he invited her into the VIP area so they could keep talking.
And even dumber when he took her back to the dorm that night.
But…
It ended up being the best decision he’d ever made.
Her name is Y/N.
She works as a nightclub dancer because she genuinely loves dancing—she loves performing, feeling confident, and having every eye in the room on her.
After that night, they never stopped talking.
They flirted for months.
The members teased Seungmin relentlessly, saying he’d become impossibly soft ever since she’d entered his life.
Y/N, on the other hand, never stopped fangirling over him.
She always told him how talented he was and admitted that, when she was younger, she’d dreamed of becoming an idol herself.
And honestly…
She has an incredible voice.
Not just according to him.
Before long, they were officially together.
They’ve been dating for almost a year now.
She met his parents only a few months into the relationship.
He met hers shortly after.
By now, almost everyone at JYPE has heard about her because Seungmin somehow finds a way to mention her in nearly every conversation.
And now…
He’s completely screwed.
Because he brought her on tour.
She wasn’t supposed to come.
But after only one week apart, he booked her a plane ticket because he simply couldn’t stand being away from her any longer.
Then came Paris.
During the concert, Seungmin was performing his solo.
As he glanced toward the side of the stage, he saw her standing backstage, watching him with stars in her eyes.
And then…
He made another reckless decision.
Though, to be fair…
That’s all he’s been doing ever since she came into his life.
He reached for her hand and pulled her onto the stage.
The entire stadium erupted into confused screams.
“Make some noise for her!” he shouted.
Y/N froze.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, staring at him in complete panic.
He simply smiled.
Then handed her his microphone.
His in-ear monitors.
Everything.
“For two minutes,” he whispered, “live your dream.”
Backstage, the staff looked like they were seconds away from having heart attacks.
But she did it.
She sang.
She performed the song Seungmin had written for her.
And when she reached the bridge…
The stadium exploded.
When the song ended, she slowly opened her eyes.
The roar of the crowd was deafening.
Seungmin looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes.
Then he kissed her.
Right there.
In front of thousands of people.
Without caring about the consequences anymore.
He just kissed her.
Yeah.
He was so, so screwed.
No but seriously, what would you choose.
This or that?
Me personally, I’d choose this because that is not this and this is not that, but sometimes it feels like this is that and this and that are actually the same thing and we are only given the illusion of choice so actually there isn’t an or between this that. And you’re really getting both this & that, exactly like the album title.
In conclusion, this that new pop. And as my good friend Han once said skkkrt.
CHRISTOPHER BAHNG x Isabella VALASQUEZ
NOBODY GETS ME
First love
Ex to lover
Taglist : @mxgwowz
WITH
Christopher Chahn Bahng as Himself
— 🇰🇷 —
Isabella Valasquez as My character
— 🇯🇲🇨🇴 —
SUMMARY
0. Synopsis
1. « I love you »
me whenever i try to write literally anything:
Funny 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
BANGCHAN BUBBLE UPDATE
The wife is singing rn haha
I think I’m falling in love again…
She’s singing beautifully
Wanna heard ?
Ahah, she will kill me ahah
It’s a song that I wrote for her…
I’m really happy ahah
I am hungry…
I want to go eat but the wife is sleeping…
I miss her 💔
Can I wake her up ?
She isn’t working tomorrow, neither Am I…
She beautiful when she sleep though
I want to say
I have the most beautiful wife ahah
She’s so pretty
That sad that you can’t see her
But she will kill me if I show you her face…
Do you think we will have beautiful babies ahah
She forced me to go buy her something yesterday
For a movie date at home
I say yes, she really love be the dominant one 👀
But most of the time it’s me ahah, she cannot be in this role much longer yk
But anyways, the movies was better with what she told me to buy
We had chill very long after so…
Ahahahahhaha
𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 ! 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐘 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
♡ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 ♥︎ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 ☔︎︎ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ♡︎ —
HWANG HYUNJIN
Your neighbor come late at night for asking you something.
Genre : Mature. Warning : Hyunjin w glasses (🤭), p in v, unprotected sex, fingerings, oral (female), make out mid sex, piercing, multiple orgasme (f. Receveid), and I think it’s all… WC : 4909.
She have a towel around her nevk when someone knock at her door. She quickly steps out of her room, a towel draped around her neck, her curls still damp, just as someone knocks at her door.
She’s already in her pajamas — an oversized t-shirt and tight bike shorts underneath. It must be past 10 p.m., and she isn’t expecting any visitors.
When she opens the door, she’s met by a tall man with short hair and glasses. Her neighbor from the first floor.
She vaguely remembers him — back when he had just moved in, she used to bring him food sometimes, just so he wouldn’t have to order takeout every night.
“Hey. Everything fine?” she asks, glancing down the hallway, clearly not expecting to see him. It’s been a ridiculously long time since she last ran into him in the halls or the elevator, so seeing him at her door gives her a little shock.
“Yeah, Noona, do you have some… curry?”
She raises an eyebrow, surprised. “Curry?”
He nods enthusiastically and gives her a small smile.
She steps back inside, turning around to go into her kitchen. She finds the curry and returns to the front door, where he’s still waiting patiently.
She smiles as she hands him the spice, which he grabs right away.
“Thank Noona, I’ll give it back soon!” he says, bowing slightly before turning away immediately.
She watches him go, then simply closes the door and chuckles to herself.
She heads back to her room, continuing to detangle her curls. Once done, she quickly does a protective hairstyle and puts on her bonnet for the night.
[…]
Several days after that night, YN is outside, digging through her bag for her keys — the one with her entry badge — when a hand reaches past her and opens the door.
She jumps slightly, turning around and pulling out one of her earbuds. “Yo. You good?”
At first, she doesn’t recognize him — probably too exhausted from work. But after a few seconds, as he walks past her to hold the door open, she quickly realizes it’s Hyunjin.
Except he’s dressed totally differently than usual.
His hair is neatly styled, and he’s wearing something much more professional — a white shirt, a black tie tucked loosely inside, black pants, and loafers.
“You went to a job interview or something?” she asks as she enters the building, heading toward her mailbox.
“Sort of,” he replies simply, pressing the elevator button.
She doesn’t answer, just shuts her key box and starts sorting through the mail she just collected.
When the elevator doors open, she steps in first, followed by Hyunjin, sighing as she unlocks her phone.
“Noona?”
She hums, not lifting her head from her screen, waiting for him to speak.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
She freezes, raising her head in surprise at his question. Their eyes meet — his gaze locked firmly onto hers.
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Just as she’s about to finally say something, the elevator dings — first floor. Hyunjin sighs, gives her a small nod, and walks out toward his place.
She stays silent all the way back to her apartment, still stunned by her neighbor’s unexpected question. Even as she sits on her bed, the echo of his words lingers.
[…]
3 days later.
It’s past midnight. YN is half-asleep in bed, phone in hand, battery dead. Nothing is ready for tomorrow — not her bag, not her clothes. She’s not even in proper sleepwear.
But she jumps violently, even falling off her bed, when someone knocks hard on her door.
She checks the time on her phone and hurries to the door to see who could possibly be bothering her at this hour.
Of course — it’s Hyunjin.
“What do you want?” she asks, slightly irritated from being woken up like that.
“Okay, I know this is weird, but there’s this girl waiting in my living room… and I don’t have… um… condoms…” he mutters, cheeks red, avoiding her gaze.
YN stands there for a few seconds, then sighs. “You can’t just knock on my door at midnight like that… at least text me first,” she says.
“I know, I’m sorry, Noona…” he murmurs.
She sighs again. “Why are you asking a woman for condoms? You’re seriously weird.”
She turns her back, signaling him to come in as she walks to her bedroom.
“You’re the only girl my age in the building, and I figured… you might have some,” he explains.
She stops in her tracks, turns back to him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying what — that I bring guys over all the time?”
Hyunjin blushes even more, lifting his hands defensively. “What?! No! Never — Noona!”
YN just laughs and hands him an already-open box. “It’s pretty old. I don’t know if they’re expired.”
He doesn’t even check before snatching the box. “Thanks Noona! You’re a lifesaver!”
He says it while practically running out the door. YN sighs as she closes it, heading to the bathroom to finally get ready for sleep.
And yet, despite everything, she never noticed a thing.
It wasn’t until months later that something really changed.
[…]
It was around 10 p.m. She was in her pajamas — oversized shirt and bike shorts — lounging on her couch, scrolling through her phone, when she got a call from Hyunjin.
Incoming Call — “Neighbor❓”
Neighbor❓ — Hello? Noona?
YN — Hm?
Neighbor❓ — Look… I know we’re not really friends, but… I have a flight tomorrow morning. I finished packing, but I really need a shower and I ran out of hot water…
YN immediately understood what he meant. She glanced at her wall clock, then sighed.
YN — You can come. I’ll leave the door open.
And she did just that. Five minutes later, maybe less, Hyunjin was in her living room, thanking her repeatedly.
She didn’t really pay attention to him being there, just continued her evening, walking into the kitchen to find something to snack on.
Just as she finished eating her salmon sandwich, she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist and a face bury into her neck.
“Huh?” she mumbled, stunned, completely thrown off by the situation.
“Why did you keep acting like that, Noona?”
“What — what are you talking about?!” she stammered, feeling her heart race.
Hyunjin sighed, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“You keep acting like you don’t see how much I want you,” he said bluntly.
YN’s breath hitched at his words, as he slowly turned her around so that she was now facing him.
He cupped her face with both hands, closing the distance between them. “I did everything… I tried to make you jealous, I tried being subtle, I did what Lee Know hyung told me to do, but… you still don’t see it…”
YN’s eyes briefly dropped to his lips, and that moment — that tiny second — changed everything.
Her perspective of him, of what had happened between them lately, the tension in the room… and Hyunjin felt it too.
“Noona… let me just—”
He didn’t even get the chance to finish before pressing his lips to hers.
YN gasped against his mouth, caught off guard. She didn’t react immediately, but when she felt his hands slipping under her shirt and touching her skin, her body finally responded.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back, her hands tangling in his hair.
Hyunjin was the first to pull away, lips red and out of breath, but not for long.
He took off his glasses, and immediately leaned in to kiss her again. Deeper this time.
Their tongues met, dancing together in a way that neither wanted to stop.
He lifted her, placing her on the kitchen counter for better comfort. YN could already feel the hardness pressing against her thigh.
She let out a small moan when she felt the bulge rub against her. Hyunjin smirked against her lips, then lifted her again, heading straight for the living room.
“Please Noona, you’re gonna help me, right?” he whispered, lips trailing down her neck and collarbone.
YN simply let out a breathy sigh as his mouth moved across her skin.
Hyunjin sat on the couch with her straddling him, immediately capturing her lips again — the only difference now was that she was directly sitting on his clothed erection.
His hands explored her body, finally settling on her ass, still covered by the bike shorts, and he initiated a slow grind between their hips.
YN broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Hyunjin watched her every reaction, sliding his hands under her shirt to cup her bare breasts. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Noona…” he said confidently.
Soon enough, YN was down to nothing but her panties.
She was lying on her back, head resting on the couch arm, while Hyunjin suckled her breasts, grinding against her at the same time.
“Fuck—Hyunjin, please…” she whimpered, desperate for more.
He smiled against her skin, trailing kisses down her body until he found himself face-to-face with her panties.
He kissed her thighs repeatedly, glanced up at her, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly slid it off.
Hyunjin nearly froze when his eyes landed on her exposed core. He swallowed hard, gently tracing his fingers over her slit, causing a shiver to run through YN’s body.
“Waa… Noona…” he breathed.
Before she could even reply, he leaned in and pressed his lips directly against her clit.
A moan escaped YN as she brought her feet up to rest on his broad shoulders.
Hyunjin started eating her out with zero hesitation. He licked and sucked at her clit, occasionally dipping his tongue into her entrance without stopping.
“That—just like that, Hyunjin, please…” she panted, trying to focus on the overwhelming pleasure.
Hyunjin studied every reaction she had, learning exactly what made her feel good. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving relentlessly against her sensitive parts.
And when he slid his middle finger inside her, a louder moan slipped past her lips, bringing a proud smile to his face.
He moved his finger in and out in a wave-like motion, licking her clit at the same time, while her moans grew louder.
“Hyunjin… please…” she gasped, one hand instinctively grabbing her breast, eyes locked on him.
“Please what, Noona? Tell me what you want me to do…”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she bit her lip and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to her heat.
“Shut up. Just make me cum.”
Hyunjin moaned into her, turned on by her tone, and quickened both his tongue and finger movements.
She couldn’t believe a single finger could make her feel this good.
It didn’t take much more before she was cumming hard against his mouth, her voice murmuring his name over and over.
When Hyunjin finally lifted his head, his cheeks were flushed red from the effect she had on him.
He stood up immediately, taking off his t-shirt, and kissed her deeply again. “You have no idea what you do to me, Noona…” he murmured between kisses.
YN didn’t answer, only letting her hands roam over his torso.
Hyunjin reluctantly pulled away from her lips, forehead pressed to hers, glancing down at the bulge in his shorts — painfully obvious now.
He threw her a quick look before standing up straight and pulling down his shorts under her gaze.
She watched him intently, not missing a single detail as his cock sprang up, already leaking slightly.
“Why didn’t you wear underwear, dude…” she asked, sitting up slightly, legs still spread open.
“Don’t call me dude. I just made you cum, and I’m going to do it again, so don’t call me dude,” he muttered before kissing her again.
She smiled into the kiss as he laid her back down, grabbing his shaft and rubbing it along her folds.
“I know I didn’t wear a condom… but I swear I won’t cum inside…” he whispered against her ear.
“I don’t care. Just put it in…” she replied, slapping his shoulder with an impatient sigh.
Hyunjin didn’t wait any longer. He slowly pushed inside her, his breath catching.
YN arched her back slightly, a moan escaping her lips.
“Aah—Noona… why are you so tight…” Hyunjin groaned breathlessly.
He started moving slowly at first, gauging her reactions.
“Fuck—don’t mess with me, Hwang…” she said, slapping his shoulder again, making him grin.
He buried his face in her neck, beginning to thrust faster, drawing louder moans from her.
Hyunjin sat up again, eyes fixed on every expression she made, grabbing her thighs to spread them wider.
“Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this moment, Noona?” he whispered, bringing his thumb to her clit and drawing tight circles.
He cursed under his breath when she clenched around him. He bit his lip, watching her try to cover her face with her arms.
He immediately moved to pull her arms away, thrusting harder. “Don’t hide yourself, Noona. I want to see all of you… please—”
YN struggled to sit up, her body moving in rhythm with his. She rested her back against the couch, eyes locked on his.
“You… you can’t just do that—Fuck—just fuck me and… say shit like that,” she breathed out between moans and thrusts.
Hyunjin grinned wider, leaning in to kiss her without restraint.
She moaned into the kiss, her body falling back on the couch as their tongues met again.
They kissed like there was no tomorrow — so deeply that Hyunjin stopped moving his hips just to focus on kissing her like he meant it.
When he finally pulled away, breathless, he gave her a few more kisses before saying:
“We’ll talk after… I swear… but first, let me make you cum again…”
She says this as she gives him free access to her neck, which he begins to kiss.
He straightens up afterwards, pressing YN’s legs together and lifting them into the air as he starts moving inside her again, fast, with the one and only goal of making her cum.
“You will say yes to be my girlfriend? Huh, Noona? If I make you cum will you be my rucking girlfriend?!” he asks, out of breath, while YN is simply unable to answer, too focused and overwhelmed by her pleasure.
“I will treat you so damn well. You will be the most spoiled woman in the world, and… I will make you cum every fucking night… please be my girlfriend.” he says in a desperate act, just as she tightens around him, and even starts creaming his cock.
“Yes. Yes—yes—just… yeah li—fuck!” her back arches as she reaches her climax with a cry of happiness.
Hyunjin pulls out, watching her legs tremble and her chest heave with her heavy breathing.
She props herself up on her elbows, catching her breath, before lifting her head towards him. “Are you satisfied, Noona?” Hyunjin asks, coming to kiss her cheek. She doesn’t answer, glancing down at his still-hard member resting against his torso. “You are?” she asks, while he starts kissing her collarbone.
“It depends on you, Noona…” She sighs at the kisses he leaves along her face. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. “Then I want you again…” she finally says, opening her eyes.
Hyunjin smiles again, pulling back from her neck to kiss her lips. He immediately grabs under her thighs and lifts her from the couch effortlessly, heading toward the bedroom.
YN moans softly against his lips when, on the way, his member brushes against her still-sensitive core.
Hyunjin gently lays YN on the bed as he pulls back from her. “Turn around for me baby, yeah?” he says, devouring her with his eyes.
YN looks at him for a few seconds before doing what he says. She arches unconsciously, lifting her arms to grab one of her pillows, which she hugs against her chest.
When Hyunjin’s gaze lands on YN’s back, he freezes. A piercing. No—two.
Two piercings gleam at the base of her back.
A shiver runs down his body, ending in his dick as he sees that. “Fuck—Noona…”
He bites his lip, grabbing her hips with both hands. He bends down, and his tongue runs along YN’s walls, making her moan in surprise, not expecting it.
Hyunjin gets back up after several minutes, aligning his cock—which is dripping slightly at her entrance—before slowly sliding in.
A sigh leaves both of their lips as Hyunjin immediately starts moving again, maybe even faster than before.
His eyes remain fixed on the piercing on her back, which moves with each of his thrusts.
The view in front of him has never been as beautiful as he had dreamed. The woman who’s been driving him crazy since she moved in just below him is crying into her pillow as her body moves in rhythm with his. Absolutely everything is absolutely beautiful.
The bed keeps slamming against the wall, and YN did try to hold onto the headboard to reduce the noise, but she ended up giving up, rolling her eyes because of the overwhelming pleasure.
“Noona—fuck—you feel so fucking good!” says Hyunjin, moaning as he throws his head back.
YN doesn’t respond. She can’t. She squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure Hyunjin is making her feel, hugging her pillow tightly.
“I—Gonna—cum, cum, cum,” she can’t even speak properly. Every sound from her mouth is accentuated by the thrusts Hyunjin is giving her.
Hyunjin smiles, proud of the effect he’s having on her. “You’re going to cum again? Do it, please. Please. Cum all over my cock again, please Noona, please.”
YN clenches around him, a cry of pleasure escaping her as she cums again. Hyunjin doesn’t stop—in fact, quite the opposite. The overstimulation quickly takes over her, as she moves her hand down toward Hyunjin’s lower belly, her legs trembling.
“Too much—stop I… it’s—fuck, Hyunjin!” she stammers, her eyes rolling back. “What? You’re going to cum again, Noona?” She doesn’t respond, her head pressing into the bed, muffling her moans as she cums once again.
“Fuck—Noona!” Hyunjin says as she tightens around him once more. He immediately pulls out, resting his cock on her ass. A long moan escapes him as he cums all over her back.
His cum drips down her spine while she remains motionless, breathless on the bed.
Neither of them speaks for a long moment, too overwhelmed by what just happened.
“Are you… still with me…?” Hyunjin timidly asks Yn, who hasn’t moved for several minutes. “Hum,” she simply replies, unable to speak clearly. “Let’s get showering then. Again.”
[…]
The next day.
10:57.
“Hummmm” Yn moves against her bed, hiding her face against Hyunjin’s neck as someone knocks on her door.
Hyunjin hides his head under the blanket, frustrated that his sleep is interrupted like that.
Yn finally gets up, sighing, while Hyunjin’s arms wrap around her waist.
She still gets up and heads toward her door.
In front of her, a man she doesn’t know faces her. Hair more or less long, pale, not very tall but not very short, somewhat muscular.
“You must be Yn?” he says first as she leans against her door. “Hum?” she says, uninterested, just wanting to go back to sleep.
The night was long, very long and very short at the same time. All she wanted was to sleep all day before her sleep got interrupted.
“Nice to meet you. Uh, my name is Chan, a friend of Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s not home. Is he here?” She doesn’t have time to answer when heavy footsteps are heard behind her.
The front door opens a little wider as Hyunjin arrives behind her, only wearing shorts. “Hyung?”
Chan doesn’t care about his attire, as a half-angry, half-relieved look appears on his face. “Why don’t you answer when we call you?! Did you forget we have a plane to catch?!”
Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away, scratching his arm. “A plane?” Little by little, he realizes he has to leave in the morning. Which totally slipped his mind.
Yn sighs, stepping around Hyunjin, uninterested in the conversation, just wanting to catch up on her sleep.
After a while, she hears the front door close. And just as she started to emerge from her sleep, about fifteen minutes later someone rings her door again.
She groans, frustrated, heading again toward it, opening it, and this time finding Hyunjin.
“I’m sorry to wake you. It’s just that… I’m leaving for several weeks so…” He suddenly becomes nervous in front of her, cheeks red. He doesn’t really know what to do or how to react after last night.
“Can I… Can I kiss you?” he asks, avoiding her gaze.
She sighs, moving closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and resting her head on his chest. “I didn’t brush my teeth.” She simply says as Hyunjin freezes.
He finally wraps his arms around her shoulders and rests his cheek on her head, holding her tighter. “We will talk when you’re back. Promise.” She says with a sigh, eyes closed against him.
He doesn’t answer, just enjoying the embrace she gives him. “I better go before Chan-Hyung comes to pull me by the hair… but I will text you every day and… I will call you.”
She nods, pulling away from him, lifting her gaze to his.
She throws him a smile before kissing his cheek.
He turns away reluctantly, taking the stairs to leave, while Yn closes the door with the sole and unique goal of sleeping.
— LEE KNOW
Y N and Lee Know had almost identical libidos, a balance that was one of the foundations of their relationship. However, YN never would have thought that all that intimacy would allow Lee Know to know her so well, to the point of understanding certain things about her before she even realized them herself.
YN had been lying on the bed for hours now, her body sweaty and sticky from all the effort. Her face was twisted with pleasure as she lay on her stomach, her belly pressed against the mattress, her hips raised while Lee Know pounded into her from behind.
Her face was buried in her pillow as Lee Know continued to thrust, his pelvis slamming against her ass, making it jiggle with every impact.
“Arch that back for me, jagi.”
YN obeyed without even thinking, and as Lee Know pushed deeper inside her, she let out an even louder moan.
“Lee Know, fuck!”
Her eyes rolled back as she bit down on her lip, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her body. Minho immediately understood.
“You’re about to cum.”
It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.
YN turned her head toward him, locking eyes with him in disbelief.
“What are you talk—huhhh—Minho, fuck, I’m…”
She felt that familiar sensation building deep in her stomach, the one that told her she was on the verge of orgasm.
Minho smiled at her reaction and immediately pulled out. Everything happened in a second. He quickly flipped YN onto her back, grabbed her knees and pushed them up until they nearly touched her shoulders before thrusting back into her in one smooth motion.
She could feel everything.
He was almost reaching her cervix, and Minho immediately began driving his hips against hers again.
YN’s eyes rolled back, and instinctively she tried to close her thighs as her orgasm suddenly crashed over her.
Minho’s smile widened. He lowered his lips to her collarbone, pressing soft kisses against her skin as he gradually slowed down until he stopped moving altogether.
“How did you know…?” YN asked after a brief moment of silence, breathless.
“I’m going to marry you. Hopefully I know your body by heart.”
He answered simply, continuing to kiss her skin.
YN took advantage of the moment to shift on top of him, with him still inside her. She kissed him before he could even react to the sudden change of position.
“It’s your turn now, then…”
She straightened up, letting her hand trail slowly down his torso.
Minho smiled and crossed his arms behind his head, his muscles tensing slightly.
“Go on then, jagi’. It’s my turn.”
HAN JISUNG
Han can’t just stop looking at you on his own concert.
Genre : Soft. Warning : None. WC : 890
Yn isn’t really a STAY. Just a big sister willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money to make her little sister happy.
That’s how she ended up, on a day off, at a Stray Kids soundcheck, VIP badge around her neck and a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder.
Next to her, her little sister is bouncing with excitement, eyes sparkling, eager to see the members step on stage. Yn, meanwhile, is leaning casually against the barrier, a book open in her hands, flipping distractedly through the pages while waiting for the show to start.
The night before, her sister had given her a full-on crash course: names, group roles, fun facts of all kinds. A real PowerPoint, passion-style. And like any proper fan, she had ended with the classic question:
“So? Who’s your bias?”
Seeing Yn’s confused expression, she clarified: “The one you like the most.”
Yn had shrugged and pointed at the one she thought was, objectively, the most handsome. Her sister had then handed her a plushie of him, triumphantly, as if she had just recruited her into a very soft, very loud cult.
A little later, when she heard the fans around her scream, she put her book away and looked up, glancing at her little sister.
For the rest of the soundcheck, she copied her sister’s moves: she waved the lightstick, nodded her head to the rhythm of the music, and occasionally replied to messages in her friend group chat.
Without her realizing, Han kept glancing at her insistently throughout the performance.
And just before leaving the hall to return later when it would be full, he gave her one last look—which she caught but didn’t think much of.
[…]
The concert is in full swing. The members have already performed several songs, nailed most of their choreographies, and even walked out toward the audience at certain points.
During one of the songs, as the members roam the stage singing and reading some of the fans’ signs, Han crouches down right in front of Yn and her sister.
Her sister’s reaction is instant: she gets all excited and waves cheerfully at him. Han laughs, waves back, visibly delighted to see her holding a Han Quokka plushie.
Then his gaze shifts to Yn. He tilts his head to the side, pouts, and points at the Chan plushie attached to her shirt.
“Why am I not your bias?” — she manages to read on his lips. She laughs, simply shrugging.
“He is the more handsome,” she mouths back.
Han seems to understand. He clutches his chest with both hands and mimics collapsing to the floor, causing both Yn and the surrounding fans to burst into laughter. He smiles, proud to have gotten a reaction from her, then straightens up and walks off to sing his verse.
And yet, Yn can’t quite take her eyes off him. Her heart skips a little when she’s almost certain she sees him whisper something into Chan’s ear, while pointing discreetly at her.
Toward the end of the concert, during the final song, everything “clicks.”
Yn smiles at a message her friend just sent, distracted by the energy around her. But when her sister’s screams and the fans around her grow louder, she lifts her head.
Han is heading their way. He stops right in front of her, climbs onto a small platform, and starts singing.
When his verse ends, he lowers his gaze to her, ignoring the screams, the lights, the cameras now focused on them. And with a laugh, he takes off one of his rings and hands it to her, before turning away again to film more fans.
Her little sister screams in her ear, thrilled to have seen her bias up close, while Yn stares, stunned by the gesture.
And the last real “interaction” they had was at the very end of the concert, during the final speech, when he barely took his eyes off her.
She, on the other hand, carefully avoided his gaze, now feeling small and strangely intimidated under it.
On the way home, Yn’s sister couldn’t stop buzzing from the adrenaline. She even shed a few tears. Then came the inevitable question:
“So what are you going to do with the ring? I’m surprised he gave it to you. Maybe he’s in love with you,” she teased, laughing.
Yn shook her head, unimpressed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t even wear it at work…”
“Then give it to me,” her sister jumped in, instantly holding out her hand.
“In your dreams.”
She pouted for fun, diving back into her phone while Yn sat there, still a little dazed.
want to write a part 2 of this…
