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[rihyul]

hi can we get 'just the tip' with any stray kids member?? thanksss love your works so much and congrats on 500 <3

just the tip!☆⋆｡°‧★

a/n: this was so good to write icl smth took over me and the devil screamed hyunjin at me so here ya gooo ^^ genre♡ smut, mdni warnings♡ spoiler alert: it wasn't js the tip, unprotected sex, slight dubious consent, desperate horny hyunjin

his dorm isn't even fucking empty but hyunjin genuinely couldn't care less right now. changbin’s laughter is reverberating across the walls but all he can think about is the fact that you’re on his bed looking all stupidly soft and pretty whilst his cock throbs painfully in his sweats. one kiss was all it took before he completely melted into you completely, kissing you all sloppy and open mouthed. tongue dragging against yours as his hips grind desperately between your thighs for any sort of relief. its kinda pathetic how worked up he gets. one small movement from you and he's already panting into your mouth, hands sliding underneath your shirt to grope at your tits like it's his last dying wish. 

“please,” he whines out, forehead knocking against yours. “just the tip baby. swear t’god i wont do anything else. just, need your pretty pussy so bad - fuck, please.”

i meaaaaannn you already know he's so full of shit. especially when before you even say anything he's already rucking up your skirt impatiently and tugs your flimsy panties to to the side with shaky hands. he doesn’t bother with undressing the both of you properly, freeing his cock out from his sweats just enough for it to spring out flushed red and leaking sticky precum all over his stomach. his breathing gets heavier at the sight of your sticky pussy. its drawing him in. like he genuinely loses all thought. he's sliding the tip in between your slick folds with a broken moan, smearing your juices all over his messy cock before nudging it against your entrance. “fuck,” his whole body shudders as he curses under his breath. the mushroom tip slipping past your tight cunt has him acting brainless. arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his face into your neck, babbling endless fucked out thank you’s against your soft skin. and you know, like always, he tries his best to behave. only giving these tiny little thrusts as he savours your warm cunt smothering his tip. but then you clench around him like once and something inside him fucking snaps and that empty promise is long gone now.

a loud moan gets punched out of him as his hips jerked forward on instinct, shoving his thick cock inside fully in one thrust. you gasp in shock and pleasure as his cock reaches all the good spots inside you that gets your eyes blurry. he freezes for half a second afterwards like he can't fucking believed he did something ike this. “im sorry baby, fuck, i can't - your cunt keeps pulling me in.” meanwhile he's already dragging his cock back out only to slam it back in deeper, bullying your cunt open as you struggle to keep your body down, arching away or towards him you don't know it was all too much. the half-assed apologies keep spilling out of him but they mean nothing when he's fucking into you so deep, the fat cock drilling into you so good. “fuckkk, missed this pussy so bad.” he groans filthily, not caring about the way you sob around his cock as he grips your thighs tighter to hold you in place. so you see, all that ‘just the tip’ bs was out the window now that he's got your sweet cunt wrapped around his length all warm and wet just for him ♡

[niyashaaa]

Intro post

Hi, my name is Niyasha!! I am a minor, and use she/her pronouns :) I am looking for mutuals with similar interests, and just anyone to yap about shared interests together hehe My interests are anything Shakespeare hehe, medicine, House M.D., object shows, KPOP OH MY GOD I L O V E KPOP, and a lot more random hyperfixations lol

hehe, I’ll probably be posting a lot about these, with a side of activism

I’ll update this post when new special interests spawn in my brain haha, which, knowing my audhd self, will be pretty soon lol

[emoremix]

danceracha ending fairies do it —stray kids 251122 @kpopcreators’ nov & dec bingo ; free space

[jeongins-bowlcut]

All we need is love, dreams and JEEKIES!

[flashover-lights]

enhablr core:

[cb9711]

maybe not so bad

pairing: nerd han jisung x afab!reader

synopsis: when you head to the library for a quiet study session, the last person you expect to interrupt your peace there is han jisung....

warnings/genre: sorta enemies to lovers, han is rude, uni non!idol au, some angst and fluff

wc: 1,350

note: okay so like this is my first time posting a ff since my 2021 wattpad faze... show the story some love!~

You were buried in your books, surrounded by the silence of the library. The scent of old pages filled the air, a kind of comforting mustiness that made you feel at home. Your fingers flicked through your notes, eyes scanning for anything useful to add to your research.

It was your favorite place to be. No distractions, just you and your thoughts. Or so you thought.

"Are you really that serious about studying in here?" a voice interrupted, cutting through the peaceful atmosphere.

You looked up, brows furrowed. There he was—Han Jisung. He stood in front of you, arms crossed, a look of pure annoyance on his face. His glasses sat crookedly on his nose, and his messy hair added to the whole "I don't care" vibe he gave off.

"What?" You sighed, not in the mood for one of his usual antics. "I'm trying to study. I don't have time for whatever you're about to do."

"Study? You look like you're just pretending," he sneered, clearly amused at his own words. "I don’t know why you bother coming here if you’re just going to stare at the pages like they're interesting."

You rolled your eyes and went back to your notes, ignoring him. Jisung had been your classmate for a while now, and to be honest, you found his whole vibe exhausting. He had this strange mix of confidence and arrogance, despite being the type to sit in the back of the class, eyes glued to his laptop, or buried in a random video game or coding tutorial. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was the definition of "nerd," but for some reason, he liked to act as if he was above everyone else. And you? You were absolutely not going to feed into it.

"Don’t just ignore me," Jisung muttered, still standing in front of your desk. You could tell he was trying to get a rise out of you.

You narrowed your eyes. "You know, I’m really not in the mood for your teasing today, Jisung."

"Teasing?" He raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking intrigued. "I’m not teasing. I’m just... pointing out the obvious. You’re not even looking at the right chapter, are you?"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you glanced down at your open notebook, scanning it quickly. Of course, he was right. The notes you’d written were for an entirely different subject, and you had completely skipped over the material for today’s class.

“Are you trying to embarrass me?” you muttered, feeling your face flush.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the table, his posture now more relaxed. “I’m just trying to help,” he said, his voice quieter. “You look like you could use it.”

The sarcasm in his tone was still there, but this time, it wasn’t as biting. You didn’t expect that side of him—the one that actually offered help.

“Fine,” you huffed, adjusting your glasses and straightening up. “What do you suggest?”

He glanced down at your book and shrugged. “You’re supposed to be looking at the chapters on quantum mechanics, but you're on basic physics. You're going to be behind if you don’t fix that."

You blinked, surprised by how... knowledgeable he was. Jisung’s whole "nerdy rude" persona had always given you the impression that he was the type who just tried to annoy people to get attention. But here he was, correcting your mistake like it was second nature.

“Thanks for the advice,” you muttered, half sarcastic but also kind of grateful. You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The last thing you wanted was to be caught off-guard by him.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied flatly, but you could tell he was trying to suppress a smile. "I only do this because I don’t want you failing the exam and ruining my class curve."

You rolled your eyes but felt your heart race a little. Despite his rude attitude, there was something oddly... endearing about him.

After a moment of silence, you looked back at your notes, trying to focus. But then you noticed Jisung hadn’t left yet. He was still standing there, watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Are you planning to just stand there all day?” you asked, exasperated.

He paused, and for a second, you swore you saw a flicker of hesitation. “I can sit... if you want,” he said, as if it were a huge compromise. He pulled a chair from one of the nearby tables and sat down, still keeping his usual distance. But there was an odd sense of calm that came with him staying.

You studied him for a moment, wondering what made him act so... strange. He wasn’t the type to just sit quietly, was he? The usual Han Jisung you knew would have either made a sarcastic comment or stormed off by now. But he didn’t. Instead, he just stayed there.

For a few minutes, the two of you worked in relative silence, the hum of the library and the soft turning of pages your only company. It felt oddly... comfortable. Like you were sharing this small space, each lost in your own thoughts, but somehow together.

Finally, Jisung cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. “I don’t understand why you like studying so much,” he said, his voice soft but still full of that dry humor. “It’s so... boring.”

You chuckled, your lips curling into a small smile. “Maybe it's boring for you because you don’t know how to study. You probably spend all your time playing video games or watching dumb movies.”

“Hey!” He shot you a glare, but it was playful. “I’m not just some guy who plays games. I do research and stuff too, you know.”

You smirked. “Yeah, research on how to break the internet with memes?”

That earned you an actual laugh from him, a sound you hadn’t heard from him in a long time. It was warm, genuine, and it made your heart do something weird. You didn’t expect it to sound so... nice.

"Alright, alright, maybe I have my own ways of studying," Jisung conceded, leaning back in his chair. "But seriously, do you really think you’ll get all this done before the exam?"

You glanced at the clock, and to your surprise, you had been studying for hours. Your notes were now in much better shape than they had been when you started, and the sections you had been confused on were starting to make more sense.

"Actually, yeah. I think I might," you said, smiling at him.

His expression softened slightly. "Well, don't overdo it. You don’t need to be perfect. Just pass the damn thing."

You couldn't help but laugh at his bluntness. "Thanks for the tip, genius."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem as bothered. "Whatever. Just don't blame me when you fail and I have to carry the class."

You both sat there for a while longer, the two of you in a strange, unspoken truce. It was funny, really. Han Jisung, the “nerdy rude” classmate, was the one who ended up being the most helpful person in your study session.

As the library started to empty and the evening light faded outside, you found yourself feeling... a little bit lighter.

And maybe, just maybe, you'd start seeing Han Jisung in a new light too, maybe he wasn't so bad.

[page-minnie]

Cut the Track

⋆｡°✩ pairing: idol sibling heeseung x idol original character (includes idol boyfriend kim seungmin and idol CORTIS)

⋆｡°✩ synopsis: Years after running from an abusive home, Minseo faces the brother who left her behind--inside the very studio she built her life in. When old wounds collide with the present, the truth spills out in pain and hurt, in front of an audience she'd never meant to have.

⋆｡°✩ warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, abandonment, trauma, grief, angst, no blatant comfort

⋆｡°✩ genre: angst, domestic abuse, hurt, slight comfort if you squint

The recording room smelled like coffee and sweat, the low hum of equipment settling into silence as Minseo cut the track.

“Again from the bridge,” she said gently, tapping the glass. “Breathe into it.”

Seonhyeon nodded, shuffling back into position. James was whispering something to Martin, while Juhoon was rolling his shoulders loose, trying to relax. Seungmin and Keonho had stepped out minutes ago to grab snacks.

The door opened casually.

Minseo's gaze hardened as she fell on him, her fingers curling around her pen like it might anchor her.

Heeseung stood in the doorway, taller than her memory, older in ways she hadn’t prepared for. Same eyes. Same blood.

“Minseo,” he said, like the name was still his to use.

The room went quiet.

“…You shouldn’t be here,” she replied, voice clipped and even. Too even. “This is a closed session. Please leave.”

Heeseung scoffed, stepping in anyway. “So this is what you’re doing now? Playing idol, hanging around trash companies and low-level trainers?”

A beat passed.

Then another.

“You should watch how you talk,” she said, voice raising just a notch.

He ignored it. “And dating that guy? The one from—what is it?—Stray Kids?” He laughed under his breath. “You really fell that far?”

Minseo's jaw tightened, her grip on the pen now deahtlhy.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” she said. “I asked you to leave.”

“And calling him your brother?” Heeseung’s voice sharpened. “You tell the world Minho’s your family when I’m right here. Your real brother.”

Something inside her cracked, hairline at first.

“You don’t get to say that,” she muttered under her breath.

Heeseung opened his mouth again. “You always did surround yourself with worthless people. Looks like nothing’s changed--”

The door opened again, harder this time.

Seungmin stepped in, coffee trays balanced carefully in his hands. He took in the room in one glance--Minseo’s rigid posture, Heeseung frozen in an insult, the trainees standing like they were guilty of tresspassing.

He set the trays down quietly.

“Min,” he said gently, a hand curling around her waist. It wasn't there to control. Rather, it was there to hold. To comfort.

“Breathe, yeah?”

That was it.

Minseo laughed once and finally turned fully toward Heeseung.

“No. You don’t get to talk about him. Or them. Or my life.”

Her voice started steady, but it climbed with every word.

“He was there when you weren’t,” she said, pointing toward her boyfriend.

“He comforted me when you didn’t."

"He held me when you didn’t."

"He wiped my tears when you didn’t."

Each line twisted the knife deeper and deeper.

The boys in the back stared. No one moved.

“He stayed,” Minseo continued, voice shaking now. “When you left. When you chose a stage over me. When you disappeared and left me alone.”

Heeseung’s expression faltered.

“He loves me,” she said, voice beginning to crack.

“You told me you loved me.. But honestly, I don’t even know if you ever did."

Silence swallowed the room.

Minseo sighed deeply, gaze turning back to the clipboard like she was trying to ignore him. "I'll cut to the crap, Heeseung."

'Get the fuck out of my studio.”

Seungmin stepped beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth. Minho’s words echoed somewhere in the back of her mind--you’re not alone anymore. We've got you.

And this made her truly believe it.

Heeseung left without another word, dejected.

The door shut.

And for the first time in years, Minseo's heart didn’t ache at his absense.

lol so some backstory: this was lowk a whole series/lifestyle i was plotting out, like an au. this exact moment showed up in my dreams, too, so i thought this would be fitting.

[camilleinyourheart]

so why is everybody saying nigga... 👀