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As soon as I read “Hopefully, no one will barge in.” I KNEW IT i KNEW someone was going to BUT NOT THE EX AJDBQIFBKWKF AYYYY cece you got me giggling and screaming istg i love this series so much i almost dont want it to end 😭💕💕💕

[fyi, minho’s photocard will sleep outside if he keeps behaving like this 😭😭😭]

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 6 — PIERIS NAPI

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“You’re insane, Jisung, I love you so much.”

He stares at you in disbelief. His mouth falls agape.

“What… what did you just say?”

[ abstract ]: After a rough break up during semester break, you’re put in a class with none other than your longtime academic rival Han Jisung once university starts again. Things don’t get any easier considering he’s your older brother’s best friend and destiny decides to assign you two to a partner project. Luckily, you can distract yourself a little by chatting with the mysterious guy you met online a couple of months ago, getting closer both emotionally and physically with him, absolutely unaware he might be nearer than you would expect…

[ general ]: jisung + fem reader, gamer + stoner jisung, gamer reader, academic rivals/enemies → lovers, brother’s best friend, minho is reader’s slightly older brother, college au, smut + angst + fluff, accidental online dating, inexperienced jisung + inexperienced reader [ real life ] vs simp jisung + brat reader [ online ] so they act a lot differently while chatting, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: alcohol consumption, gaslighting, slut shaming and toxic behaviour [ ex partner ], explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, consensual sex while being tipsy, semi-protected sex, hand job and fingering, hair pulling, spanking, name calling such as doll, baby, slut ]

[ words ]: 6.1K

[ note ]: Hey everyone!! Another Saturday means another chapter from your girlie. Thank you once again for the INSANE feedback. You guys are amazing, I hope you will enjoy this part. If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

“Good morning, baby,” Jisung says, as soon as you open your eyes. He’s lying next to you, his arm slung around your hips, pulling you towards him. You can’t believe you’ve got this dream again, it almost feels like scam, considering how often this has happened in the past weeks.

But when the man next to you scoots nearer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, it feels so oddly… real.

“I’m not… dreaming?”

Jisung chuckles, “You’re not, doll. We fell asleep last night.”

Right. You recall it now. You came here for working on your project, got high with him and then he fucked you again and again until your legs were sore. Well, they still are.

But then another memory pops up in your head. It’s not clear, not detailed. After all, you were half-awake but you remember Jisung getting up at night and searching for some snacks. You don’t blame him and you can’t be mad at him for disturbing your sleep when he lives in this cramped studio apartment, but you noticed him staring at your phone screen.

Perhaps, he didn’t find his own and was just checking the time. No need to get worried, right?

Jisung adds another sweet little kiss on your lips, before he gets up and says, “I’m gonna make some breakfast. And by that I mean ordering something.”

You chuckle, watching him walk to the couch where his phone is located. Okay. Then he must have just checked the time and didn’t find anything weird on–

Wait. Your phone—placed on the nightstand table—lights up at that second, showing you a notification from Yuna, asking when you would get home.

And right underneath it is.

Two unread messages from your ex.

Fuck, why did you unblock him again?

[ Seojun ]: Hi, Y/N. This is probably a bad idea and I know you don’t wanna hear anything from me. But I miss you. Like a lot. I regret breaking up with you. Do you think we could try again?

[ Seojun ]: I’ll be at Yeonjun’s party next Friday. Maybe we can meet there and talk a little? I’m sure you’ve missed me too, haven’t you? ❤️

What a fucking idiot. First, that guy has the empathy level of a dining table. Second, he made you feel bad for the sexual desires you have. Third, he probably cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about. Where does he even get the audacity from to contact you?

“Is everything alright?” Jisung asks, already knowing what you must have witnessed when he sees you staring at your phone screen.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just Yuna asking where I am—fuck, I totally forgot to tell her that I stayed over…”

“Did… did she know you were gonna go to my place?”

You nod, “Yeah. Told her we would work on the project.”

“And then you don’t come back,” he continues, “do you think she might have figured it–“

“No, I’m sure she didn’t.” Lily almost did, though. And you’re sure Hannah might as well. Depending on how well Chan can keep a secret. “No need to worry about anything.”

Jisung wonders why you don’t tell him about your ex texting you. He isn’t even aware if you know that the two know each other. Well, knowing is a bit far. He used to be Hyunjin’s best friend a long while ago—the three of them always hanging out together—until he destroyed their trust forever, probably making Hyunjin the way he is today. But that’s for another story.

What he does know is that Seojun doesn’t respect women. Or anyone. Probably not even himself. And Jisung wonders how he didn’t connect the dots sooner. Your ex is into inexperienced girls, that he tosses aside after taking their virginity. Just like Seojun has always done.

He dearly hopes you won’t fall for this again. Jisung prays that you will trust him and allow him to protect you in case that piece of shit tries anything.

“Y/N?”

You look up at him, “Yeah?”

But he’s too much of a coward to say what’s really on his mind. “You look beautiful.”

“You’re making me all flustered, Jisung,” you confess.

He crawls back into bed with you after he placed an order online.

“That was my plan, to be honest,” he adds, right before attaching his lips to yours.

“Is it… Soobin?” Lily asks.

Maybe ordering another round of soju was a mistake.

“I’ve already told you guys it’s not him. I would never,” you explain to them, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, he’s not as bad as Jisung,” Yuna says, nudging your shoulder.

“Y/N? Is it Jisung?” Lily questions. She almost managed to make your heart stop the other day when she proposed that same idea in the group chat.

“God, no. It’s not Jisung,” you lie.

You suddenly think back to the nights you’ve spent with him. It’s Thursday by now, but you didn’t really come home these days, only entering your apartment to grab some fresh clothes and your study supplies. Spending your days and nights at Jisung’s apartment is what you gladly signed up for—he helps you stay motivated for school, turning everything into a contest, while you either order food or cook a delicious meal together.

He’s been keeping you up at night, that’s for sure. Especially, after he found out that he’s the first one who has ever gone down on you. Jisung appreciates nothing more than having his face between your legs, making you come just from his tongue and fingers over and over again, until you’re ready for his dick.

Fucking hell. How are you supposed to focus on anything?

“But you would, wouldn’t you?” Yuna asks.

“Huh?”

“You would fuck Jisung, wouldn’t you?” your roommate repeats, a smirk on her face, as she down another shot of soju.

“Of course, she would,” Hannah interferes. “She’s been in love with him since her childhood, it’s ridiculous.”

“W-What? I’m not…”

“Remember when we got drunk a year ago and searched for our old diaries to read them out loud to each other?” your best friend asks, leaning towards you, as she throws her arm around your shoulder.

“I guess I got too drunk,” you say, sipping on your beverage.

“Nothing new,” Hannah replies. “Yeah, you mentioned Jisung there. Writing about how you fell in love with your brother’s best friend and all.”

God, this is embarrassing. But you’re too drunk to care.

“Minho would lose his mind,” Lily says, her hands placed over her mouth.

“Oh, he would. Believe me,” you confirm, rolling your eyes.

Yuna leans towards you, “Is this what’s holding you back?”

“No, she’s always said that she thinks it’s not reciprocated,” Hannah explains.

Cool, you’re totally getting exposed. But it was inevitable anyway, right? Just a matter of time.

“It totally is! Have you seen him look at you?” Lily encourages you.

“How was studying with him by the way? You were at his place, right? What is his apartment like?” Yuna asks.

“Cosy but small,” Lily suddenly says.

Jealousy erupts in your stomach and that’s exactly what your friend was anticipating with it. But you play it cool. “You’ve been at his place before?” Has something ever happened between these two?

“Chill, no need to get jealous, Y/N. He’s my dealer, duh,” Lily admits.

Oh, okay. That makes sense. Fuck. You definitely overreacted. Don’t be so suspicious.

“So… why don’t you just make a move on him at Yeonjun’s party?” Hannah suggests.

Lily throws her arms around, “Wait—speaking of party, haven’t you guys made out at Hyunjin’s party a week ago?”

“You did what?” your best friend asks, her mouth falling agape. She was already surprised about you kissing Chan—which she’s glad about was just for a bet—but you and Jisung? Shit, she should have turned this into a bet with Yuna and Lily too.

“We… we got locked inside the storage room during Truth or Dare,” you confess, avoiding eye contact with anyone at all cost.

Hannah pretends to be hurt, getting up from her seat.

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME? You’re calling yourself my best friend, huh?”

Everyone in the pub is looking at your friend group, so you shush her back on her seat. Lily and Yuna do their best to not accidentally flip something off the table, when they start bursting out into laughter.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Minho almost found us so I had to lie to him and… escape,” you explain.

“But… how was it?”

You sigh, “Magical.” Your face lands on your hands that are placed on the table.

“Wait another time—what’s with the guy you’re dating? Has this happened at the same time?” Yuna suddenly questions.

You don’t reply.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell us who he is, yeah? Whenever you’re ready,” Hannah says, patting your shoulder. You know that she’s figured it out judging the soft smile she gives you. You nod, smiling back. “I’m just glad to know you’re safe and happy.”

Your best friend knows. You’re pretty damn sure she knows.

“Yeah, of course, Y/N, we didn’t wanna put pressure on you. We’re just insanely happy after all the shit you’ve been through with Seojun,” Lily adds.

You gulp.

“Is everything okay?” Yuna immediately asks.

“Seojun… he… he texted me last night,” you admit. This is a safe space.

You curse yourself for not telling Jisung. But you don’t want him to get insecure. After all, you’re pretty sure he’s read those messages anyway and realised that guy named Seojun must be your ex. You feel awful, yes. You will tell him soon, you promise that to yourself because he deserves nothing but the truth.

“How? Didn’t you block him?”

“I unblocked him a month ago when I… when I finally moved on.” When I fell in love with j.0ne. “He asked me to meet at Yeonjun’s party.”

“Oh, you’re not, babe. You’re not gonna meet him,” Yuna immediately says.

“Of course, I won’t, I’m not stupid. Well, not anymore.”

Your friends start laughing along with you.

“What if he pulls some shady move on you? Threatens you? Kidnaps you?”

“Chill, Lily,” you try to calm her down. “He’s not a psycho, just a coward that can’t make women come. That’s why he goes after virgins, knowing they’re expectations are low as fuck. Including me.”

“He’s so… yikes,” Hannah adds.

“Despite that, I don’t have to worry, my boyfriend is gonna be there protecting me.”

Fuck.

Shit.

Did you really just say that out loud?

“Your boyfriend?”

Well, he is your boyfriend, isn’t he? You haven’t talked about it yet. At least not more than you discussed before. After all, you still have to figure out how to handle the whole Minho drama.

“Oh my God, she said it. He’s her boyfriend. The mysterious Discord guy is her boyfriend,” Lily cheers, clapping her hands and all the others join. The pub has gotten so crowded that no one seems to question it anyway.

“So, we will meet him on Friday?”

You sigh, “I guess so…”

“You can’t hide him any longer, Y/N,” Yuna teases you. “We need to meet him!”

“Fine.”

What the fuck have you done?

“It’s so fucking loud in here,” Lily says, screaming into your ear. Friday is finally around the corner. You’ve got a beverage chilling in one of your hands, while the other one is entangled with your friend’s hand. Lily guides you through the crowd, making sure to bring you two to a much quieter place. Well, quiet is relative here. But at least some space without the constant fear of having five different drinks downed on your outfit at once.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe Yeonjun is having such a huge party,” Yuna greets you, when she sees the two of you.

“Yeah, didn’t expect this either,” you reply.

You’re not really in the mood for this anyway. Your initial idea was to call off and stay at Jisung’s place instead, just like you’ve done for the past week. But it would have been too suspicious if both of you didn’t attend this event. Plus, your friends are waiting for you to introduce your significant other. Right.

“Where’s your prince, Y/N?” Hannah asks, when she joins you. “I’ve got a round of shots for everyone, though.” She places the little jars on the counter of the huge kitchen where you’re currently at.

“Did someone say shots?” your brother enters the room with his girlfriend next to him. Yes. They’re finally together. You’re still surprised why Felix’s roommate would voluntarily date your brother but all of us have their flaws, right?

She’s a kind girl. You’ve seen her a few times before and she seems nice. Plus, she’s got a cute style. Still, it feels kind of unfair that your brother gets to be lucky and happy while he tells you to not experience the same thing. Well, you’ve never listened to him anyway. But he doesn’t have to know that his little sister and his best friend have been meeting each other behind his back for more than just school work.

“Oh, you two are here too,” Yuna greets them.

“Yeah. Felix and Ji should be somewhere around here as well.”

Hannah’s gaze instantly connects with yours. You still haven’t talked to your best friend about this but you’re sure she must have counted two and two together by now. Hannah knows that Jisung is your boyfriend, right?

You give her a small smile for confirmation and she tries her best to hold back a giggle.

“There he is,” your brother announces, when he watches his best friend enter the kitchen. “You’re in for a round of shots, Ji?”

He looks at everyone dumbfounded, not expecting such a huge group to gather up here and certainly not you being included. “S-Sure.”

Jisung takes one of the glasses, before all of you hold your own up and down the drinks. It tastes like pure alcohol and you don’t even wanna know what Hannah prepared this time.

“Is your girl here, Han?” your brother asks and you can tell from this voice that he's already tipsy. But most of you are.

“Who?” your boyfriend says, trying to gain some time while not wanting to act suspicious.

“Bro, that girl you’ve been talking to.” Minho turns around to the group. “He’s been chatting with some mysterious woman on Discord, they met while playing Levanter and all.”

His girlfriend giggles, “She seems to be real after all. Although I’m still mad that she didn’t go camping with us. These two missed out on a lot.”

You’re trying to avoid eye contact with basically everyone. Until your roommate crosses your view. Yuna stares at you. She shoots daggers right through your skull.

Panic washes over your face and you shake your head at her, placing your index finger on your lips to tell her to shut up. She holds back a giggle but nods, letting you silently know that your secret is safe with her—especially when Minho is around.

“What are you two on about?” your brother suddenly asks, pointing at Yuna and then at you.

“Nothing,” you say, smiling.

“Just discussing what to drink next,” your roommate says and Minho believes her.

It’s a few hours into the party. Despite the drinks you’ve had, you don’t feel too much. Maybe your liver is getting used to it or the drinks are just low quality like the party itself. The music is shit, every corner of the house is occupied by couples kissing and touching each other.

Meanwhile, you’re unfortunately slowly turning into the overthinking type of drunk person. You blame it on your ex who announced to meet you here although you never accepted his offer. Therefore, you’re now trying to hide from him, running around in the building.

As if this isn’t enough, you’re still feeling bad about the fact that you haven’t told Jisung about these texts. Sure, he won’t recognise your ex since they don’t know each other—as far as you know—but it still feels like having a secret.

Finishing your current drink, you change course and decide to look for Jisung now. You’ve gotta tell him. And then maybe the two of you can get out of here. You know that he doesn’t enjoy those huge parties and crowds either and you would very much rather spend time in his bed with him, ordering takeout and watching some shitty movie.

God. You can’t believe this is your life now. It’s so domestic, all you’ve ever wanted. If you told the Y/N from a few weeks ago that she would be in a relationship with her longtime crush, she would never believe you.

Finally, you find the man in question, standing next to Felix and Changbin.

“Jisung,” you approach him. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, almost reaching for your waist to pull you closer until he remembers you’re in public. “What’s going on?”

You guide him upstairs, searching for an actual quiet spot. The first few doors that you open either lead to bathrooms, storage spaces or some already occupied bedrooms. Yeah. Until you find an empty one that isn’t much decorated. Perhaps, whoever lives here just moved in.

“Tell me, doll. What’s going on, hm?”

Jisung and you sit down on the bed while you internally apologise to the owner of the room for sitting down with your outside clothes.

“I… I haven’t told you, but I saw you looking at my phone the other day when my ex texted me,” you decide to just lay the cards on the table.

Jisung’s eyes are widening, “I’m… I’m sorry, I—seriously, I wasn’t trying to be sneaky or–“

“What? No. That’s not what I meant,” you immediately tell him. “That’s fine, really. I didn’t want to make you insecure, there isn’t anything going on between him and me, it’s just… I immediately deleted those messages—after taking screenshots, so he can’t gaslight me, and to send them to Nabi, his new girlfriend. But–“

“What are you trying to say?” he asks, his eyes searching for any hints in your face. He’s confused. He already suspected that you somehow found out and maybe didn’t tell him because you thought he was jealous. Although there’s really no need. Seojun isn’t competing with your boyfriend on any level.

“I don’t even know… I just want you to know that I’m over him. I’ve only got eyes for you,” you confess.

His gaze softens, before a smirk erupts on his face. “Is that so?” he teases you.

“Yeah, Jisung. I hope I don’t run into him…”

Your boyfriend places his hands on your hips, pulling him towards you. A little kiss appears on your forehead. “I will protect you from him, I promise.”

“He’s not dangerous, Ji. He’s just an idiot,” you explain and he starts laughing.

“Same thing, in my opinion,” Jisung replies. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve gotta confess something too,” he starts, already feeling his heartbeat quickening. He should have told you so much sooner.

“W-What is it?”

“I know Seojun. At least I think so, if it’s the same guy,” he admits.

“Kang Seojun?”

Oh, no. It’s him. Kang Seojun is Jisung’s and Hyunjin’s former friend and your shitty ex.

“Fucking hell, it’s really him,” he gasps.

“I… I don’t understand,” you reply, shaking your head.

“He used to be friends with Hyunjin and me… until he… until he played with the feelings of a girl that Hyunjin liked… It was back in our last year of high school, messy time and all. The girl wanted to take revenge on Seojun for using her and made a move on Hyunjin—not the nicest idea, but I understood her. However, our dear dramatic ferret stayed loyal despite falling in love with her and knowing she actually felt the same for him.”

You’ve never thought of Hyunjin as a ferret, although you see the similarities now.

“And then,” Jisung continues, “Seojun started talking shit about Hyunjin out of jealousy to every girl Hyunjin met, making him be portrayed as this fuckboy—although, sorry for the TMI, Hyune was still a virgin at that time. So, one thing led to another until our dear friend turned into exactly what people were making him ought to be.”

This is insane. So, you were just another innocent prey that he was searching for? Your stomach does an uncomfortable turn at the thought of it and you can’t even blame it on the alcohol. He’s probably the most disgusting person you’ve ever met and you suddenly feel so weird for trusting him that much back then. Hell, even believing you ever had feelings for that asshole is terrible.

At the same time, you feel bad for Hyunjin now. Sure, everyone is responsible for their own behaviour but you still feel for him if he was put in a situation like this. Hyunjin and you aren’t the closest friends, but after that talk in his bathroom last week, you realised there has to be more behind all that.

“Fucking hell. I’ve always known that guy had a soft spot,” you say about your Hyunjin.

“I don’t want to admit it, because we’re not really friends any more for different reasons, but you’re right,” Jisung agrees. You wonder what happened between them but that’s not the focus of this conversation now.

“That’s… that’s messy. But I’m not even surprised. Thank you for telling me this,” you say, smiling at him.

The room falls silent for a minute, when you place your head on his shoulder. The two of you just enjoy the moment, far away from any crowds or any Minhos and Seojuns that might destroy your little piece.

Suddenly, your boyfriend shifts in his seat.

“I’ve got something for you, a little gift,” he begins.

You look at him, “A gift?”

“Yeah, nothing out of this universe,” he jokes, knowing it’ll make sense soon. He reaches for the bag he’s brought with him, fishing a little present out of it. Jisung hands it to you.

You immediately notice how heavy it is.

“Unwrap it.”

You do as you’re told, freeing the gift from the packaging, until you’re holding a rock inside your hands.

“A star would have been too hot to grab—not as hot as you—so I got you a comet instead. Is that fine?”

He can’t be real. He can’t be for fucking real.

You gasp, turning the object around, until you see a little label attached to it with the letters Seoul National Science Museum. You won’t even question how he got that.

“Chill, it’s from the souvenir shop. I didn’t steal it.”

You feel tears pricking at your lower lash line. You’ve never expected him to actually remember this and do it.

“You’re insane, Jisung, fuck, I love you so much.”

He stares at you in disbelief. His mouth falls agape.

“What… what did you just say?”

“I’m… I’m in love with you. I said it. I love you, Han. I love you, j.0ne. I love you, Jisung. All of you.”

He kisses you passionately, almost making you drop down the comet. “I love you so fucking much too, Y/N. All of your personalities.”

You align your lips with him this time, smashing your mouth against his own.

He seriously got a star comet for you. He kept his word. This is insane. How can this man be real? And why the hell has he been hiding behind this shell for all those years, teasing and annoying you, when the two of you could have already lived your happily ever after?

It doesn’t matter. What counts is that you have each other now. And you know that Jisung and you will stick together, you and him against the world.

He keeps kissing you passionately and hungrily, as if he hasn’t been doing this for the past week. Every kiss with him feels like the first one over again, like an invitation to a new adventure that offers excitement, safety and comfort at once. Jisung slips his tongue inside your mouth, soon letting it dance with your own.

And you’ve got plans that work quite well with what he’s craving right now. You get in his lap, absolutely unapologetically, taking the lead this time. Jisung chuckles but lets you do what you want, his hands now attached to your waist. He pulls you closer, while you start grinding on him. Your boyfriend helps you find a good rhythm, feeling your panties rub over his clothed bulge.

Of course, you had to wear a skirt again. Sometimes he wonders if you do that on purpose—so that he can just pull the fabric up and fuck you whenever he pleases—but then he remembers that you’ve always dressed like this. Still, he likes the idea of it. God, he’s such a simp for you. That’ll never change.

You reach for his belt, fumbling with it, before you throw it somewhere on the floor. The zipper of his pants gets pulled down next, before you sneak your hand into his boxers. You find him hard, Jisung doesn’t even try to hide it, when you start stroking him.

“In here? In a stranger’s bedroom? You’re naughty, doll…” he tells you in between kisses.

“It’s one of my fantasies, not gonna lie,” you admit.

You free his dick from the pieces of clothing, as you continue pumping him. A string of saliva collides with his tip, before you use your thumb to smear it over his cockhead first and then over his full length.

“You’re gonna surprise me every day, baby,” he whimpers.

“Reminds me of the storage room situation but it’s an actual room this time. Whoever owns that one,” you chuckle.

Jisung slips his hand under your skirt, while you’re busy pleasuring him. He wants to give back the feeling you're granting him, which is why he slides your drenched panties aside. You’re so wet for him, he’s afraid he might just come undone before he’s been inside of you.

The two of you totally forgot to lock the door but with the state you’re in right now, none of you will remember that anytime soon. Hopefully, no one will barge in.

Jisung has two digits in your cunt, scissoring you open to prepare you for his dick. You’re moving up and down, fucking yourself on his fingers, while he uses his thumb to rub smooth circles on your clit.

“I need to fuck you, Ji,” you confess, biting your lower lip. He looks so fucked out but you’re sure you’re nothing better. Messy hair, smudged makeup, your shirt pulled down to expose your tits to him so he can play with one of them while his other fingers are busy stretching you out. “This isn’t enough, baby.”

He’s already hovering you closer, so you can align your entrance with his cock, until he remembers an important detail.

“Wait… I don’t have a condom with me. But I’m fine doing other things.” You’re not surprised. Although you do in fact need more.

“I haven’t told you yet, but I’ve been on the pill this whole time… so, I’m okay if we don’t use one,” you admit. Because you feel safe with him. You’ve never had sex without a condom before—although Seojun constantly complained, telling you, he didn’t feel as much while wearing one—but you trust Jisung so much.

“Woah… okay. Yeah, I’m alright with not using one too, then. It’s gonna make a mess, though,” he reminds you.

You chuckle, “Well, you can just come inside my mouth or my cunt, Ji.”

“How on earth are you real? You’re gonna make me blow too soon, baby,” he whines. There he’s back. That’s j.0ne talking to you.

You decide to shut him up with a kiss, while you align your hole with his tip. You slowly sink down, taking him in. Jisung is filling you up so well, it feels like being close to him for the first time over again.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, doll. Your pussy is swallowing me, fuck—feels so good,” he whispers, when he listens to the squelching sounds that are echoing through the stranger’s bedroom.

“Do you hear this? Can you hear how wet you are for me? How much of a slut you are for me and only me?” he asks, thrusting up into you from below, once again doing most of the work.

He feels you clenching around him, but you decide to rile him up further, “Jisung, stop teasing and go harder.”

“Always so fucking demanding.” Slap. His hand collides with your ass cheek. You’re both still fully dressed. Jisung has his pants and underwear slightly pushed down, while your panties are just pulled to the side. “You want me to go rougher on you, hm? Fuck you like a slut?”

“I bet you’re too gentle to me anyway,” you say, clicking your tongue, as you keep riding him.

The grip on your hips tightens, before Jisung lifts you up and suddenly pulls out of you. He spins you around, manhandling you until you land on your stomach.

“You’re so gonna regret this, doll,” he warns you with a chuckle. Before he slams right into you again.

Moans, whimpers and whines are filling the room, as he is pounding his length into you. From time to time, he adds another slap to your sensitive flesh, before he grabs you by the hair and pulls you towards him.

“Hm, still want me to go harder?” he whispers into your ear.

“Still not convinced, stop talking so much and make me come—oh, fuck, right there,” you let out, when he changes the angle a bit.

“Yeah, that’s it. Always complaining. This greedy pussy never gets enough, hm? I’ve been fucking you every night this whole week and you’re still asking for more?”

Jisung brings his other hand between your legs, while two of his fingers are now busy playing with your clit. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge, making you forget about everything else. He feels so perfect inside you, as if this is meant to be. And you know that it is.

A minute later, you come around his cock, when your walls tighten around him, sucking him in even further.

“Just like that, doll. You’re so good for me,” he praises you, helping you through your climax.

Jisung keeps rutting into your aching hole, while he senses himself getting sloppier with his movement. His high is close. Dangerously close.

“I want you to come inside, Jisung,” you confess.

And that’s what he does. His seeds fill you up a second later, warm ropes of come hitting your walls, while he keeps moaning and whimpering into your ear. You encourage him with sweet little praises, until Jisung comes down from his high again.

The two of you stay like this for a little while, his cock still buried inside of you.

Until the door swings open.

“What the fuck are you doing inside my bedroom?”

Your ex is standing in front of you, seeing you on all fours, while his former friend is inside of you.

It’s Seojun’s room. Jisung is fucking you in Seojun’s bedroom. You didn’t even know he moved into this frat house.

Well, that’s a whole new level of revenge.

Your boyfriend pulls out of you, helping you adjust your panties and the skirt you’re wearing, before he stuffs his dick back into his pants. All while he tries to not laugh out loud. Jisung’s come immediately trickles down into the fabric of your lingerie, making things a little uncomfortable. Still, you have to focus on a very furious ex boyfriend first.

“Sorry, mate, we didn’t know this was your bedroom. Just used whatever’s free,” Jisung says, shrugging his shoulders. You like this new version of him—acting all nonchalant to make Seojun mad.

“You’re… you two, huh?” your ex asks, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You get up, standing next to Jisung now. “What?” you ask.

Seojun walks closer, faux puppy eyes looking at you, “I thought… I thought we could work things out and start over again.” Until his tone switches. “But I guess you’ve been a whore all along.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jisung spits, pulling you closer, until he’s standing in front of you.

“Come on, dude. Don’t act innocent now. You probably know about the weird stuff she’s into.” He makes it sound as if you expect your partners to do hardcore BDSM with you when it’s just… a few probably very common kinks.

“Weird stuff like… actually having an orgasm during sex?” Jisung asks.

Oh, fuck. What a mic-drop worthy moment. You burst out into laughter.

“I… what are you on about? You know what—no. I will not talk about this with you. What I will talk about is that Y/N cheated on me with you.”

You can’t believe he actually thinks that.”

“What? I didn’t cheat on you, idiot. You cheated on me with Nabi, you piece of shit,” you tell him, your voice getting louder by a few decibels.

“Baby… Nabi and I aren’t anything… I promise,” Seojun continues, switching to being all cute again. Or pretending to do so. He looks like a total fool.

You chuckle, “Shit, are you gaslighting yourself like this too?”

“Baby… come on,” he says, reaching for your arm, totally ignoring the man beside you.

“Don’t touch my girlfriend,” Jisung says, slapping Seojun’s arm away.

Your ex looks at him dumbfounded, suddenly ignoring you again when the words register in his head. “Your… your girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Y/N is my girlfriend. I love her,” he says, letting butterflies roam around in your stomach,

Seojun bursts out into a fake laughter. “Aren’t you also her older brother’s best friend? What does he say about that? Hasn’t he always been so protective that Y/N couldn’t even admit to him that she dated me?”

None of you two say anything.

“Oh,” Seojun continues, “he doesn’t know. Minho doesn’t know, hm? Well, then I’ll have him find out.”

“Seojun—wait, please don’t tell him,” you immediately say, wrapping your hand around your ex’s wrist and stopping him in his tracks.

He scoffs, “Why would I listen to you?”

“I’m…”

“You owe her that one,” Jisung says, still standing close to you.

“I don’t fucking owe her anything. I don’t owe you anything either,” Seojun replies.

“Stop talking about her as if she isn’t in the room,” Jisung lets out. He doesn’t like the atmosphere your ex creates. Or, well, he doesn’t like him in general.

“Or what? You’re gonna hit me, huh?”

Jisung lets go of you, getting closer to your ex. His hands ball into fists, as he approaches the other man.

But you pull him back. “Ji… don’t… don’t get in trouble because of this idiot.”

Your ex sprints out of the room then, immediately running down the stairs like a coward that’s escaping you. You two follow him through the crowd but immediately lose him. Just when you make it to the centre of the party, you observe Seojun almost pushing the DJ off the stage before he turns off the music and grabs the mic.

Everyone is growling and complaining. What a surprise.

“I’ve got an announcement to make, everyone.” Seojun is laughing like a maniac, fury in his eyes. “Han Jisung just fucked Y/L/N Y/N in my bedroom.”

Everyone is immediately booing him off the stage. Did he really think he would achieve something with this?

This is so fucking embarrassing.

You listen to the responses of the other guests.

“Shut the fuck up, dude. Turn on the music again.”

“Jesus Christ, are we in middle school?”

“No one cares, you idiot.”

“That’s great! Congrats!”

“Does this mean we’ll get more drinks?”

“Can you put the music back on?”

No one cares indeed. Or, perhaps, it was predictable anyway. At least that’s what you believe when you see Hannah across the room and she gives you a thumbs up. Yuna is next to her, with a smile all over her face. Next, you watch Chan and Felix looking your way, applauding. Even Lily—severely drunk—is staring at you, tears in her eyes, total happiness washing over her.

Until you feel someone else’s presence beside you. A hand is pushing you away from your boyfriend, standing between the both of you now.

You turn towards the man, finding your brother.

“You're in fucking big trouble, Jisung,” he says.

#leeknowsallyoursecrets #kats reblogs ^^#han jisung x reader #han jisung imagine #han jisung fluff #jisung smut

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TYSM MY LOVE <3333 real glad you liked it!

spots on.

SUMMARY: you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

REQUESTED! by lovely annonie right here. and god you are so right, fluff + hannie is a clinical need, dare I say biblical! ㅠㅠ<3

CW: you might need a dentist appointment for this one. teeth rotting stuff. i assure you.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: so i’m back from the dead and haven’t written anything since february’s special and have been real low lately. thought fluffy hannie could cheer all of us up! <3

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

Han loved watching romantic movies by himself.

It’s not like he didn’t have anyone to watch them with. He had watched plenty of shows either with you or any of the boys.

But ever since he started writing and composing lyrics, a little before he got into college, there was something about those cheesy series that had him unable to stop watching.

His eyes would glow as he stared at the screen before him while he watched, invested in how the protagonist accidentally tripped and fell against the love interest, all over again. Giggling and kicking his feet when they held hands after hours upon hours straight of watching them bicker. Having his chest tightening because the actors were so good that he could almost feel the stars in his eyes, shining just for her.

Jisung loved those old-fashioned scenes. Dancing in the rain, a silly meet cute in a book shop… countless places for one silly little emotion.

Han couldn’t see it, but he also had stars in his eyes. He blinked, feeling his eyes lightly itchy, realizing he had been watching you sleep.

Not in a creepy way, of course. After all, you had wanted to stay over to finish one of the many assignments you two had to do together for some of the mandatory subjects in both of your majors. He sighed, his eyes weirdly fixated on your figure, unable to stop looking at you. Even while sleeping, there was a certain grace to you, as if you were just resting peacefully after a long day. He snorted upon realizing that your face was pressed against the pages of the book, a sneaky drop of drool coming out of your mouth. You looked so cute.

“Get a grip, Han,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a smile, giggling.

He rubbed his eyes, staring back to what he had been drafting the past hours. It was clearly obvious that his sleepiness was getting to him, because it was getting harder to decipher what the characters he was typing meant.

Suddenly, there was a hand lightly scratching your back.

You flinched in your place, sitting back up.

“It’s just me,” Han said softly. You blinked so slowly it almost looked like you had blinked one eyelid at a time.

“…awake. ‘M awake.” You brushed off drool from the corner of your mouth, to which Jisung chuckled lightly.

“Okay, sleepyhead. Time to go to bed.”

“Eh?”

“Bed, silly. We should have some sleep. We’re both doozing off.”

Bed? Judging by the time that the clock in Han’s apartment said, it was far from being that late, which was proved true when Hannie picked you up —God knows how, because he showed no signs of struggling— and brought the “sleepyhead” over to his room, that even after turning off the lamp on the bedside table, the windows let in light that the Sun had yet to take away while leaving space for the Moon to beam in a couple of hours.

He grunted lowly when he laid you down on the bed, which had little to do with your weight and much more with how you pulled him towards you.

“Hannie.” You mumbled sleepily.

“You’re close to cranky,” he smiled. “You haven’t had your coffee, and you fell asleep doing our assignment.” He sighed, moving stray hairs off your face, his hand lingering on its side, stroking your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to get on your cranky side.” Jisung teased with a tenderness only showed in your presence, not in his usual teasing, not with the rest of the world. Somehow, time spent with Han seemed like the world itself stopped spinning, waiting for you two and catch up later.

“…no.” You whined. His hand still rested on your face. Unusual. You didn’t want him to move it. “I don’t want to steal your bed.”

Unconciously, you moved closer to the warmth that his palm brought.

“It’s ok. You came here walking, and there’s no way I’m letting you leave now, not at this time.”

You frowned at him, almost pouting. You purposefuly resigned to argue, sleepily accepting his win over a silly discusion you could’ve won. But it was much better if it meant that he would keep being so… tender. You two were dating, yes, but it was quite strange, because even if you both knew about each other’s feelings, staying together had been more of a silent agreement.

Yet in that moment, seeing him smile, dark boba coloured eyes sheepishly and momentarily hidden by it, turning them into happy crescent-shaped moons, it was easy to figure asking was worth a shot.

“…stay w’me?”

His heart skipped more beats than he could count.

This hadn’t been planned. Well. Certainly not this way.

“Stay?” His tone of voice had lowered.

You hummed, smiling lightly. Your hand creeped up to his, the one that rested close to your face. In a sleepy move on your side, tantalizing for Jisung, your fingers tickled his skin, from his forearm to his palm, following a gentle path until your hand held his, and you pulled him towards you again, with more care this time.

Jisung could hear his mate’s low voice in his head, full with its classic australian accent.

“Ain’t no way she’s not head over heels for you too. I’d bet money on it,” Felix had chuckled, sipping the beer Han had handed him. “You guys are just blind cunts when you wanna be. Affectionately, of course,” he had added after seeing Jisung squint at him.

Han struggled to get comfortable in his now seemingly small bed. Of course it was small for two people. It had to be, because if you two were to fit in the space avaliable, it would mean that-

“…cold…”

The ruffles coming from how you then shifted on the bed were no match to how loud Han’s heartbeat sounded on his ears.

Your arm slid under his, lying limply on the curve of his waist, the other cocooned in the small space you settled in between you as you slotted your face in the crook of his neck.

thump, thump, thump.

He forced himself to relax.

“…how are you so warm, Ji?”

He had no fucking idea.

“Warm?”

You nodded, your hair tickling his face gently.

“…cozy. Like… a really cute ‘n little… weighted blanket.” You sighed, further relaxing into him, sending a chill to his spine as your warm breath brushed against his neck.

He was so fucking grateful for being so.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He stated with a silly smile, a blush clearly obvious on his cheeks. He tackled you, and the two of you filled the room with giggles, his arms taking your body and settleing it on top of him.

You melted in his arms. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his hands playing with your hair. “I was only away for the weekend.”

“…don’t care.” His heart threatened to carve through his chest or melt when you tightened your hold on him, then tugged the blanket closer, covering you, thus covering him too.

He settled a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing little moles in the way.

“I hadn’t noticed these ones before,” he mumbled in a soft voice that could almost lull you to sleep.

You hummed, not bothering to answer.

“I’ve heard somewhere,” he started soothingly, “that moles appear in the spots where, in your past life, you were kissed the most.”

With a sweetness that rottened your teeth, he pecked the small coloured spot in your neck. Then, he followed a short pattern, kissing the one under your ear, then another one in your shoulder, then finished off with the one in your cheek.

You smiled. “You don’t have any moles, do you?” He shook his head sideways, and you chuckled, brushing your nose with his sweetly.

“You better stay put, Ji,” you beamed cheekily. “I’ll make new moles on you.”

His chest tightened, and he beamed, chuckling as you peppered kisses all over his face.

A love scene like the movies.

His new favourite one.

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~Kats, who has to apologize for being dead for so long (and doesn’t quite have an excuse for it), and also has to tHANK ALL OF YOU BC WE’RE 1k FOLLOWERS IN BAKFBQIFNQKFKQK THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS SRSLY I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN WJKFBAKF <333333

#stray kids x reader #spots on — han #katsreplies<3 #soft hours #han jisung x reader #han jisung skz

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JAKDNAJKDA THE LAST BIT kajfksbfks i love him

employee discount

pairing: jeongin x gn!reader w. 1.5k genre: fluff, coffee shop au summary: you've been going to the same coffee shop ever since you moved to busan. you seem to be the favorite of the cute barista, jeongin, because he started giving you the employee discount. warnings: none

Moving to a new city was difficult. This much you figured out when you'd moved to Busan six months ago. Even with a job and an apartment, things seemed to still be stressful no matter how much you tried to settle in.

There were upsides to the move, though. Getting a coffee before work had seemed to slip into your routine as it did for many. Even if it would cost far less to make your favorite drink at home, it was a habit you weren't breaking any time soon. The atmosphere of a coffee shop was too pleasant to give up, and the coffee tasted marginally better.

It helped that there was this guy that worked there. The first time you'd seen him was the first time you were in the shop, so you were too busy getting yourself oriented to process just how beautiful he was. But every time you'd seen him since, you couldn't help but stare as he made your order.

His pretty smile whenever he saw you, the way his eyes would almost shut and make him look like a fox, was so endearing. He'd memorized your name by the second week of your attendance, and your regular order by three weeks. When you'd walk up to the register, he'd look like he was thinking really hard and guess a drink, sighing dramatically if he got it wrong.

Your days seemed to be noticeably worse on the days you'd get your morning drink and he wasn't there working. You knew that, of course, he was a man with a life and couldn't work every morning. But that didn't stop you from being bummed out about it. You'd yearn to see him almost all day, which made the next time you did that much sweeter.

Any friend you'd talked to since had gotten an earful about the cute barista you saw all the time. The day you learned his name, Jeongin, you might've typed it into your phone five hundred times in texts. For such a cute and endearing man, his name was equally amazing.

The way you obsessed over him almost made you feel like you were in school again. You could picture it: writing his name next to your own in the margins of your notebook with hearts around it. In truth, it was just a little barista crush. Maybe one day you'd shoot your shot, but it wasn't at the top of your priority list.

Maybe you were a little too blinded by love in the moment to notice, but the amount you were spending on coffee had gone down in the last few weeks. You didn't pinpoint the cause being from your coffee budget, so it surprised you when you'd finally figured out what was going on.

It was a day like most others. The late spring warmth was in the air, getting your final taste of the season before summer began. Just like you had every day, you got ready for work and went to the coffee shop.

Stepping inside hit you with the smell of fresh coffee grounds. The soft ambient music playing set you almost instantly into a state of comfort as you looked behind the bar to see a familiar figure. He was looking intently down at the latte art he was pouring out, so you couldn't see his face. You knew it was Jeongin.

Staring at him made you realize just how soft his hair looked. Maybe he bought a new conditioner? Either way, you stepped closer to the counter and watched as his steady hands carefully poured the white cream into the coffee mug. When you really squinted, you could make out that he was making a cute little bear face.

Just as he had finished the design and slid the mug out, calling out the customer's name, he looked up at you and grinned. You felt your stomach stir with butterflies as your eyes met. He waved a little hello as he walked with you over to the register.

"Good morning, Jeongin," You said as you smiled, your eyes looking over his name tag. The writing on it looked done by hand, and it made you wonder if it was his handwriting.

Jeongin briefly looked down at the register, tapping on the screen a few times before looking up at you again. "Good morning, y/n. How are you?"

"I'm not so bad," You shrugged, "Same as always, I guess. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good, actually! I'm moving into a new apartment soon. Got the contract all set and the deposit made," Jeongin explained, "Kind of exciting."

A flurry of questions spun through your head. You took a moment before asking, "A new apartment? Will you still be here in Busan, making coffee?"

Jeongin waved his hand, "Yeah, I'll still be around, don't worry. The new place will actually be closer to the shop," He grinned and looked you in the eye, "I'm not leaving you behind."

Your face flushed a little, but you sighed a little out of relief. "That's good to hear, I wouldn't trust anyone else to make my drink like you do."

Jeongin laughed and shook his head. "Well, I'm not going to be a barista forever.. I hope you'll find a way to cope with that."

"Don't remind me," You said wistfully, "What will I ever do without your expertise before I go to work?"

You could see him flash a look for a moment, as if he had something to say, before stopping and sighing. "I guess we'll see."

Deciding not to pry, you continued on. "Well, I guess you'll need to make my drink today to make me forget that you won't work here one day."

"I can do that," Jeongin tapped the register screen a few more times before you saw your order pop up on the small screen. You took out your card and looked up at the balance before watching it change as he pressed a button.

The price had fallen to half of what it originally showed as. Jeongin looked up at you like everything was normal, but your face only reflected confusion. Looking from the price and back to him a few times, you finally spoke up. "Wait, what did you just do?"

"Hm?" Jeongin furrowed his brows for a second, "What do you mean?"

"The price, it.." You pointed at it, your voice trailing off into nothingness. You weren't crazy, right? "What did you do to it?"

Jeongin paused for a few seconds before chuckling softly to himself. "You just now noticed?" You stared at him blankly until he continued, "I've been giving you my employee discount for like, three weeks."

You were dumbfounded, to say the least. You'd noticed you had a little more money than you expected to, but you hadn't put the pieces together as to why that was. "Why would you do that?" You asked.

He simply shrugged his shoulders and looked down for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe you're my favorite customer."

The outright admission took you by surprise and you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face in response. "Am I really?"

"What if you are?" He looked up again and met your eyes. His voice sounded a little more confident, but you could notice a slight shake in the end.

You didn't really know what to do with that information. It would certainly explain why he'd done it, but that opened up a whole new avenue of questions. You simply inserted your card to pay for the drink, looking up at him. "That would be.. nice."

His eyes looked uncertain. You could see that he was looking at you for something, but it wasn't clear what it was. He took a breath and watched the transaction go through. He opened his mouth for a second to say something before stopping.

Leaving you hanging, Jeongin picked out the cup for your drink, writing on the order details and beginning to make it at his work station. Still confused, you decided to just watch him work as always. He was strangely precise in everything he did, always making your drinks look pretty and taste great.

You got a little lost in watching his hands work that he was pushing your drink out to you before you knew it. You snapped back into reality, seeing that he had a smile on his face as you picked up the cup with your drink. Taking a sip, you smiled at the taste. Perfect.

"Have a good day, y/n." Jeongin said as he wiped down his work station and finally turned away from you. You were positively bursting with questions but the interaction seemed to abruptly be over, so you walked towards the door while taking another sip.

As you went to take a drink, you noticed writing under your finger that seemed out of place. Moving your hand, you looked at the words in sharpie and couldn't help but laugh. Your heart stirred, turning back at Jeongin, who was totally looking back at you.

don't get me fired 01-1234-5678

#he’s so cute i love him #giggling and kicking my legs #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #kats reblogs ^^

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BAJDJAJSJ AY 😭💕 THANK YOU POOKIE <333 you just made my day bfkanfkw you’re the best

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JAJDBAKBDJA

oh wow 😦😦😦 tumblr reblogged my post without a user 🫢🫢🫢 wonder who could’ve done that 🤨🤨🤨 guess i’ll never know 😁😁😁

*cough cough* no, me kisses.

SUMMARY: he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

WC: exactly 1.3k baby!

CW: it’s too fluff!! ahhh!! (scared) lol, mentions of the usual sick thingies like headaches and mucus (ew!), mentions of lipstick stains (because YES), use of petnames.

REQUESTED! by pookie dookie @4ln-stay8 right here. I owed you one for reading my angsty fics, so I gave my best with this one. tysm for your support, my love! <3

A/N: inspired on the jeekies bc this singlehandedly changed my brain chemistry (melts n giggles)

[☆★🧣★☆]

Jisung wanted to groan.

Meanwhile, you only wanted to giggle and take millions of pictures of him.

What for? Well, first of all, little Hannie was cutely hiding under his duvet.

Only Jisung’s big boba eyes blinked repeatedly as he sniffed, not because he was crying, but because the poor little thing couldn’t even smell anything. He kept the half down of his face under the blankets of his bed, as he surely knew he was blushing due to you being in his room.

He hadn’t been expecting you, and he wanted to groan and put on a tantrum —or however you use that word in a sentence— because you had to be there at that moment.

“Aw, Sunggie,” you melted at the sight of him, holding back the need to coo and pet him and treat him the small and cute hamster he so was. “Lix called,” you clarified with a toothy grin. “He said you were sick, and buzzed me in before he left.”

Jisung made a note to himself to remember to tickle Felix to death for that.

There was one thing he wanted, and while it was you the one who could give it to him, he felt quite shy from asking, as far as refraining from doing so just yet.

Because it was not like you two were dating officially. Yes, the big, fat crush he had on you was as obvious as shit, to put it in elegant words, but he hadn’t asked you yet.

He was going to ask you, but he got sick.

And that one thing he wanted from you was your sweet pouty lips peppering kisses all over his face.

You sat next to him, and sheepishly shook your head. “Let me tidy up this place for you and bring you some medicine and more tissues, yeah?”

Your voice felt soothing, he wanted to use it as a blanket and stay wrapped in it for the rest of the week.

His heart sent more blood to his cheeks. As if there wasn’t enough, he thought with a huff, big eyes watching your movements as you picked a plate that had been left there since the night before and started picking up the used tissues from the floor.

“…hi…” Jisung mumbled, his voice hoarse and his throat dry.

Was he sick? Sure. I mean, his head hurt, his eyelids felt heavy, his nose was runny and he had surely filled the floor of his room and a decent part of his bed with used tissues.

But despite all that, the thing he wanted the most was to cuddle you to his hearts content.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you snickered softly, and he couldn’t help but smile with you. “Want some water too?”

He coughed in response, and you giggled. He cracked his knuckles underneath the bed sheet, his hands tingling, wanting to take you by your shoulders and hug you like a boa constrictor.

“Guess we have to cancel for tonight,” you mumbled with a small smile, your hand tenderly stroking his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll go leave my coat and bag in the living room and I’ll come back, yeah?”

He pouted without realizing. “Mmhhh…” he hummed with a small frown, almost like a whine.

You were about to mumble a soft ‘what’s wrong?’ before he shoved the covers away from his face as he gingerly raised his hand to grab your wrist and settled your palm back on his forehead. He sighed in small relief, melting into the coldness that lingered in you from being outside.

“Headache?” You said almost in a whisper, hearing the butterflies’ wings going crazy in your stomach.

He nodded. If he had been a cat, he would be purring, even if your hand had already turned warm against his skin.

“C’mon, Jisung-a,” your voice felt even softer than before. “I’ll come back before you know it.”

He sniffed. “…you will…?”

Your heart crushed, unable to handle how cute Han looked. It was too much, so much that even the butterflies in your stomach started to have their own butterflies in their stomachs.

And with a smile, you moved your hand to his cheek and planted a shy tender kiss on his forehead.

“I will. Pinky promise.” You chuckled softly, a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks.

His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, no. Now he knew what one of your small kisses felt like.

Now you couldn’t leave. Not before… oh.

He grinned slyly, making you raise your eyebrows, wondering what could he be thinking in that cute little head of his.

“…we’ll… make a deal…” he stated as firmly as he could.

You shrugged lightly, secretly enjoying the faint pink hue of your lipstick that had stained his forehead.

“Sure, Hannie.” Your smile only made the fact that you’d leave for, like, ten minutes —or God, maybe even more— feel a lot worse.

“I… want… more of those…” he blushed deeply.

“More of those?”

He took your hand and covered his eyes with it.

“I want more kisses.” He sniffed again.

Your mouth quickly formed the shape of an ‘o’, as your blush quickly turned a deeper shade of red, as if to compete against his.

You giggled, moving your hand from his face.

“You want my kisses, jagi?” You teased with a smirk.

He felt his heart going crazy in him, a tight feeling in his chest that turned his ears red.

“Aww, but aren’t you too sick for that?”

Oh, no.

You weren’t just going to give him a small kiss and then not continue all morning and all evening… right?

That couldn’t be allowed. Was it? He tsked at the thought. He had to make sure it wasn’t.

He coughed, pouting.

“No.” He coughed again. “Me. Kisses.” He sniffed. “Now.”

You laughed loudly, a sort of laugh that went right in Han’s little heart and filled it up with energy. He didn’t feel that gloomy sensation that being sick could cast over someone.

Instead, he squinted at you playfully.

“You have ten minutes, missy.” He said, already looking much better, emotionally wise at least. “Or else.”

You giggled, sheepishly pecking the corner of his lips.

"You can set up a timer, you cheeky idiot."

He moved his hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture that made you cackle, as he chuckled too, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat felt under his hand.

Nine minutes and forty three seconds later —forty four, forty five...— you had settled a plastic bag next to his nightstand, had stolen a tissue box from the living room, and right now, you were smiling, walking one step in front of the other, carefully so to not spill over the soup you had made for him.

"It's amazing. You have to try it, I've outdone myself." You chuckled as he sat up on his bed, gingerly waiting. You left the tray on his crossed legs, moving his desk chair and nonchalantly taking a seat close to him.

"C'mon." You snickered. "Eat up." He finished it without a single complaint.

"Good boy." You teased, cackling loudly when you saw him blush.

"That's not fair," he mumbled with a pout.

"Scooch aside, Mr fairness."

You moved the pillows and laid next to him, shyly putting your arm below his neck, and then passed the other over his chest.

His face was practically in front of you.

"Hi." You grinned cheekily.

"...oh, h-hi." You giggled at his shyness. You hid the fact that you had reapplied your lipstick in the kitchen before bringing the soup, and started peppering soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth...

Oh, you were surely going to catch whatever he had.

[☆★🧣★☆]

~Kats, who doesn't understand why tumblr won't let her stack pictures when answering asks, reason why I post them separately, lol. Thanks for the request, gorgeous!

#tysm pookie! <3 #bsjdbsjdjjaldka #giggling like a menace #han jisung x reader #stray kids x reader #han jisung #soft hours #cough cough no me kisses — han

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a/n: just minho eating your pussy like it's a five star meal.

the first time he goes down on you, you’re so caught off guard that you giggle.

it’s not that he’s bad at it - it’s actually quite the opposite. he’s skilled with his tongue, his fingers acting as supporting cast members as he dips into you. his nose nudges your clit just right to provide that slight amount of extra stimulation, and it’s kind of perfect.

it’s not the way he’s wearing his work clothes still, too distracted by the way you were laying on your bed with nothing on but an oversized t shirt. he did little more than loosen his tie before diving into bed between your legs, holding your thighs apart with his strong hands while he looked at you with reverence.

it’s not even the way he looks kind of silly with your juices coating his mouth and down his chin, slightly obscene in the way he doesn’t even make a move to wipe it off.

no. it’s the way he makes a little mmph! noise at the first taste, eyes lightening up and widening like they do when he digs into his pudding or something wonderfully spicy. his nose twitches as he stares at your pussy for a second, blinking in the way that he does, before he dives back in.

it’s just so cute. even with his face buried in you, the giggle escapes your lips, turning into a breathless whine when he stops and pulls back to stare at you in confusion. you shake your head, reaching one hand to thread through his hair and push it back towards you. he arches a brow at you but let’s you put him back into his place, collapsing back down into the pillows when he resumes his meal just as enthusiastically as before.

you feel your high approaching faster than you want to admit, his skill mixed with the fact that he so obviously loves to be between your legs making the coils in your lower belly twist and threaten to snap. he eats you through your high, making little noises of happiness as you shake apart on him. your legs close a bit and he moans where he’s trapped against you. he’s rutting against the bed, even as your muscles give out and you all but melt into the mattress.

he’s kneeling over you and unbuckling his belt before you can blink, still breathing hard and twitching a bit from your orgasm. he pulls his cock out of his pants, and the vision of him jerking off in front of you in his suit almost makes you come again. he throws his head back as he fists his cock, your essence still glistening on his face, making him look like some kind of god (a thought you file away for later).

you can see the way his body tightens when he comes, stripes of him coating your pussy in warm strokes. his breaths are ragged even as he collapses onto the bed in front of you, his head resting on your thigh as he calms down. his curious eyes are locked onto your core, the way his release is covering you in a work of pure art.

he shuffles closer, licking tentatively at you and making you jolt from how sensitive you are. his face goes sour, a deep frown taking over his features as he tastes himself on his tongue. it’s the complete opposite to how he reacted to you, and you can’t help but laugh again, so hopelessly endeared by him.

“why are you laughing at me,” he pouts, reaching for a cloth to wipe you clean. he uses the other side to clean his face, and discards his jacket before crawling up the bed so he can throw an arm around you. it’s a sign of how much he trusts you that he doesn’t feel insecure because of your giggles, he’s just curious.

“you’re so cute,” you say, pinching his cheek between your thumb and your finger. “does my pussy taste that good baby? did you even hear the noises you were making for me?”

“you’re the single best thing i’ve ever tasted in my entire life,” he says, not missing a single beat, completely serious. he kisses your shoulder. “now me? i don’t know how you like that. we have to work on your taste preferences, something is wrong with you.”

#somebody tell them about pinapple #and somebody write that too #skz smut #stray kids lee minho #lee minho x reader #lee know smut #lee know fluff #kats reblogs ^^

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mom i love him

my favorite moments of felix in pops in seoul

#lee felix yongbok #felix stray kids #i love him so much #he’s like a sneak attack meme and i’m here for it #my little peek-a-boo #straykids #kats reblogs ^^

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NO BECAUSE QUDBKAJDKWKF stoner jisung is a guilty pleasure of mine this is sO GOOD CECE ILYSM FOR THIS

not hannie reading that text because holy shit fuck i’m going to kill that motherfucker of an exboyfriend yn has because UGH disgusting

loved this!! keep up the good work, my love, and above all, take care!! <333

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion | EP. 5 — GRETA OTO

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Whatever it takes for us to be together, okay? Do you trust me?”

You nod, “I trust you, Jisung.”

[ warning ]: anxiety attack, recreational weed consumption, explicit sexual scene [ includes switch dynamics, consensual sex under the influence (both are high), protected sex oral (m receiving), hair pulling, name calling such as doll, baby, pretty boy, ma'am, slut ],

[ words ]: 6.8K

[ note ]: Hellooo I am back with another chapter. Sorry for the cliffhanger lmao it'll make sense now once you read this part. Also, to get rid of any confusion: this story (like all of my fics) will have a happy ending :) If you liked this episode too, I'd be very grateful about any kind reblog, comment, ask or DM!! Also, make sure to read The Experience Project, my other series that is part of the same universe!! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

Your lungs are burning inside your chest from running around the hotel hallway, without a destination, really. You’re aware of Jisung being somewhere behind you, trying to stop you and calm you down but rationality has left your body fully.

You’re in trance, that’s what it always does to you when all those pent up feelings bubble up like a volcano and you can’t hold them back anymore. Setting one foot on the ground before the other one follows, you sprint to the elevator, pushing the button to go down. You’ve got your bag thrown over your shoulder and your phone in your hand.

Once the elevator is finally here, you immediately rush inside and send a quick text to Chan.

[ You ]: Please pick me up from the hotel. I need to go home. I can't do this.

[ You ]: 📍 (your location, visible for 1 hour)

Why is the elevator not going down? You keep smashing the button to the first floor, until you notice someone coming inside.

“Y/N,” Jisung says, tears filling his vision, “it’s okay, you’re safe with me, okay?”

You see it in his eyes—the same type of comfort that j.0ne has been giving you for two months now and that’s when your brain makes that connection again. It’s him. He’s the one who protects you, who you tell all your secrets to.

You’re safe with him.

Jisung catches you right before you fall down on the floor, as your knees give out. Tears start rushing down your face, but he holds you close.

“It’s okay, love, let it all out,” he speaks soothing words, while gently stroking your hair. He smells like peppermint, which calms you down further although you don’t question why it’s like this in the first place. “It’s all fine, you’re not in danger, okay?”

You nod, sniffles filling the metallic walls that are around you. You’re glad that you chose an elevator that no other guest seems to use at this time of the night.

“What do you need now, Y/N?”

Jisung brushes some strands of your hair out of your face, before he swipes away the tears with his thumb. All you do is shrug your shoulders, before the crying takes over you again.

“Hey, hey,” he says, trying to not panic too, “are you okay with going back to our room? Or should I call Hannah? Yuna? Perhaps Lily?”

You shake your head no. You don’t wanna drag them into this, it’s bad enough that you texted Chan. “I… I don’t know what’s happening, Han.”

He keeps rubbing circles on your head, “You’re having an anxiety attack. But this isn’t real, okay? You’re not in danger.”

You nod this time, “Can you help me get up?”

“Of course,” Jisung says before he does what you asked him for.

“Can we…” you start, before you clear your throat, “get back to the room? So I can wash my face?”

Jisung nods and guides the way, throwing an arm around your shoulder to bring you back where you came from. The fresh and cold water helps you a lot and when you get back into the bedroom, Jisung is sitting on the couch, worry in his eyes.

“So, what’s on your mind, Y/N?” he says, once you’ve gotten closer and take a seat right next to him. He leaves enough space between the two of you but never takes his eyes off you.

“I’m… I’m just scared, I guess. I got overwhelmed.”

He nods, “Yeah, anxiety can be a tough one. Please be honest with me—was it anything I said or did? Was it caused by… uhm… something during sex?”

You tilt your head, “I’m not sure. I liked everything, that’s not it! In fact, I enjoyed this like nothing else before. You’re… wow.”

Jisung can’t hide the smirk that’s forming on his face. After all, he didn’t expect a compliment like this right now. “How’s it connected then?”

You let your head sink down, “I don’t know. Maybe… it’s because of everything with my ex. You’re the first one I’ve slept with after the relationship and… it reminded me of how I didn’t feel comfortable with him but feel absolutely comfortable with you now and—fuck, this doesn’t make any sense…”

Jisung keeps looking at you, “It makes total sense, doll. Your brain is confused because it only knows the other state to be in and got overwhelmed by a normal situation, a situation in which you felt comfortable and safe. At least I hope so.”

“I do, I do!”

“You know,” he continues, “that’s why I prepared that bath for you and all. So you can calm down and get back into reality after such a… uhm, session.” Jisung awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

“Oh, okay. I was just overwhelmed because… well, you were planning this date and all because you, j.0ne, like baby_butt3rfly and I suddenly got insecure because I wasn’t the one you were waiting for. It must have been a disappointment to find out you’ve been chatting with me all this time when you don’t even like me,” you explain.

His eyebrows are scrunched, while he throws his arms around. He can’t believe this and he wonders where these insecurities are coming from in the first place, dearly hoping he hasn’t caused them with all the bickering over these past years, “Sure, I don’t like you but I fuck you. That makes no sense.”

“Hate sex exists,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

Jisung’s jaw clenches, before he scoots a bit closer. You gulp and try to stay calm when he looks at you like this. “Do you consider what we did hate sex?”

“No… still, you don’t necessarily like me, Han. Everyone knows that,” you add with an awkward chuckle at the end. Why isn’t he grasping what you’re trying to explain here?

He sighs, letting his head fall down. Jisung hasn’t expected to confess to you about all his feelings tonight but if it’s the only way to clear the air and get rid of this weird misunderstanding between you, that’s what he’ll have to do.

“Y/N, listen. You’ve got this all wrong. The truth Is that I–“

Your phone suddenly starts ringing. Fuck. You totally forgot that you asked for help.

“Who’s it?” Jisung asks.

You catch a glimpse at the screen. “Chan. Shit. I hysterically texted him and told him to pick me up.”

“Fuck, then he will probably not give up too soon,” Jisung says, biting his lower lip.

“Should I… should I pick up?”

“Yeah, of course,” he tells you. He doesn’t want your shared friend to get worried, especially not because of him.

You pick up and clear your throat, before you start to speak, hoping to not sound too different, “Hey, Channie. You don’t have to worry, everything is fine again.”

“Are you with him right now?”

Oh, fuck. He’s pissed. You put your phone on speaker.

“Who?”

“The guy you were meeting up with I suppose,” Chan adds.

“Yes… he’s with me. It was nothing, really. I’m safe,” you reassure.

“I wanna talk to him.”

Jisung’s eyes are widening and so are yours.

“What?!”

“You heard me,” Chan insists. “Give him the phone. Otherwise I’ll come pick you up. I’m already in my car and just a few minutes away.”

“O-Okay,” you say, before giving the device to Jisung.

“Hello? Do you hear me?”

Jisung keeps staring at you, fear spreading all over his face. “Y-Yeah, uhm, hi. What is it?”

“What the fuck did you– wait, speak again. I wanna hear your voice,” Chan says. But Jisung is too scared to say anything. Of course, his friend would recognise him. “I’m waiting.” He looks at you, worry in his eyes but you nod in order to encourage him. “Come on, dude.”

“Hi…” is all he says and it’s enough for the older one to put two and two together.

“Hmm, Jisung. Nice to listen to your voice,” he chuckles.

“Hey, Chan,” the younger one says, rolling his eyes.

“So, you’re with Y/N? You’re her date?”

“Y-Yes, I am,” he replies.

“I can trust you, right? Can you tell me what happened?”

He doesn’t even question the fact that you’re spending time with Jisung. That’s a good thing at least.

“She… Y/N had an anxiety attack, unrelated to me, she told me. She’s better now, I promise. She’s safe with me,” he explains.

“Okay, is there anything else I can do to help? Or need to know?”

“I don’t think so…”

You can hear Chan chuckle through the speaker. “Okay. So, you two, huh?”

“Yup. Turns out we were chatting with each other this whole time,” he tells the truth now. It’s out anyway.

“You’re such idiots. And I told her to not meet that guy so you can get together with her instead, playing Cupid and shit,” Chan confesses and you two burst out into laughter. This is hilarious.

“Well, your magic worked, I guess,” you say.

“Jisung? You’ll take care of her, okay? Or else I’ll break your nose, you hear me?”

You hold back another giggle, wishing your brother would react the same way like Chan does when you tell him about this thing between his best friend and you.

“Of course, boss. Have a nice night,” Jisung promises.

“You too,” the other one says before ending the call.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed, if that’s alright,” you announce.

“Yeah, sure,” Jisung says.

Once you’re in the bathroom, you feel a little more at ease again, realising it was the right decision to not run away from your emotions. The shower you take helps you calm down a little further and when you’re done with your skin care routine and brushing your teeth, you enter the bedroom again.

“Hi,” you say, finding Jisung snuggled up under the covers.

“Is it okay to sleep in one bed with me?” he wants to make sure.

You nod, a smile on your face. You get under the blanket too and Jisung stands up, needing a few minutes in the bathroom as well. But when he’s back, he wastes no time to get into bed again. You’re looking at each other, both of you unable to speak first, until Jisung takes the initiative.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah?”

He guides his hand towards your face, the back of it softly brushing your cheek.

“All this time, I was hoping for it to be you,” he confesses.

“W-What?”

You can’t believe this.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed… I’ve had a crush on you for years, Y/N,” he admits, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“But… you kept ignoring me or teased me whenever you had a chance,” you say, shaking your head.

“Yeah, for several reasons,” he starts explaining. “You’re still my rival in school, that won’t ever change, baby. But then, I’ve realised I can’t be with my best friend’s sister and that’s why I’ve started distancing myself. Whenever I saw you, though, I got mad at myself and took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“You… you like me?” you ask again, hastily blinking while your brain tries to grasp what’s happening right now.

“Of course I like my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend. He called you his girlfriend. Han Jisung considers you his girlfriend and not his rival anymore. Wow, what an enemies to lovers cliche.

“Han—wait, no. I know that you told everyone that you have a girlfriend because I, or well baby_butt3rfly said that she wants you to become her boyfriend. But… I’m not her,” you remind him.

He scoffs, “You literally are.”

“Still, we can’t be together,” you add, breaking his heart a little.

“Because of Minho?”

You nod.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. To gain more of your trust, to give you everything you deserve, okay? I’ll get a fucking star from the sky and give it to you as a gift or whatever you want, just for a chance,” he promises, scooting closer and you let him.

“Where’s all this coming from?”

“Do you not feel the same? Did you only fall in love with j.0ne but not me?”

You sigh, rolling on your back before you cover your face with the palms of your hands. Suddenly, you turn back around, staring at him, “Fuck this, okay? Yes, I like you too, Han. Are you satisfied now?”

“I’m the happiest man on this planet, baby,” he grins.

“How do we do this?”

“What?”

“Whatever this is between us,” you say. Jisung is fine with you not being ready to label this as an official relationship and he’ll wait for you.

“Are you talking about your brother and the shit he says?”

You nod, “Yeah, but not just that. I’m still… damaged from my ex.”

There’s pain in his eyes. Not pity, but empathy. He can’t believe that this guy destroyed your confidence like this when he was in the wrong, just to get together with the girl he told you not to worry about.

“You’re not damaged, Y/N,” Jisung reminds you, as he keeps stroking your face. “He did damage to you, there’s a difference. And I’m patient, okay?”

“Even if it takes me weeks or even months to fully open up to you?” you ask him with big eyes.

“I would wait centuries, well, I’ve had a crush on you for over a decade now, so this seems fairly fast,” he admits.

“Shit, a decade? Me too.”

Jisung places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Maybe it was the stars waiting for the right moment so we can be together.”

“You’re so cheesy…” you snicker.

“Hm, I am.” He adds another kiss on your cheek. “Should we get some rest?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

When you enter your apartment the following day, Yuna is dancing around in the kitchen, already awaiting you.

“Y/N,” she greets you, “tell me everything. You went on a date, right? How was it?”

Where the hell does she get this information from? Well, it’s true, but you haven’t told anyone about it.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, you dressed up all prettily last night and then you went out with a backpack. You met at his place or at a hotel?”

“I’m… uhm…”

Your phone dings, showing a notification from your group chat with your closest friends.

[ Hannah ]: So, Y/N. How was it? How was he? 🤪

[ Lily ]: Did he make you come?? 😏

[ Yuna ]: We need to know everything Y/N 😫😫😫

Of course, your roommate would hop onto this.

[ You ]: What are you guys talking about?

Hopefully they will just drop it but you’re very much aware that this won’t happen any time soon.

[ Lily ]: Don’t tease us. We’re aware you went on a date and stayed the night. Tell us everything please!! 😭🥹🫶🏻

Ah, so Yuna shared her suspicions with everyone. When you tilt your head and look at her, she stares at you with big puppy eyes and mouths a ‘sorry’. You roll your eyes but chuckle anyway. You could never be mad at her or any of your other friends. After all, you know that they’re just excited for you to make some great experience and move on.

[ Hannah ]: Yes, was he good? Was he gentle with you? Paid for everything and bought flowers? 💐

[ Yuna ]: He did buy flowers, guys. Y/N is standing next to me with a huge bouquet in her hands. 😌😌

Your roommate is working against you. Yuna blows a kiss in your direction, before she starts making an iced coffee for you to make up for all the drama. Her phone is placed right next to her, so she can continue reading what is going on in the chat.

[ You ]: It was great tbh 😭 he was amazing in bed and he’s so… perfect, we talked a lot about everything and he makes me feel very safe

[ Hannah ]: That’s great!! Where did you meet again?? 🥹

[ You ]: Online, Discord. Playing video games.

[ Lily ]: Maybe I should start playing this Levanter game too that’s so hyped 🤔

[ Hannah ]: Y/N I’m so happy for you, you deserve all this and the world 😭🫶🏻

[ Lily ]: Will you send us a picture of him?? What does he look like? 😌

Fuck. You almost drop your phone on the kitchen tiles.

[ You ]: Maybe some other time.

Hopefully this will do for now.

[ Hannah ]: Oh, so he’s ugly? I knew something had to be wrong here. 🤨

[ You ]: He’s not ugly… I’ll send one later, okay?

[ Lily ]: I bet it’s someone we know and that’s why she’s so shy about it. 🤪

Your roommate has finished the iced coffee, handing it to you, before she is ready to type again.

[ Yuna ]: Do we know him??

[ You ]: No…

[ Lily ]: I bet it’s Yeonjun 😏

[ Yuna ]: Yeonjun doesn’t play video games

[ Hannah ]: Felix! I bet it’s Felix!! 😌😌

[ Lily ]: Soobin?? He’s a full nerd. 🤓

[ You]: It’s none of them and certainly not Soobin.

[ You:] I have to go now. Need to get this project with Jisung done 🙄🙄

[ Hannah ]: Oh, good luck.

[ Lily ]: Imagine it’s Jisung LMAO 🤣🤣

[ You ]: Funny.

[ Lily ]: I’m sorry, I was joking, I know you would never do that lol 💀

You put your phone away, before you head to your room to get ready for studying with Jisung. Right. Hopefully you’ll be able to get school stuff done, now that your relationship has reached a new level.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest, when you walk up the stairs of Jisung’s apartment. You’ve never been here but you two decided to get some of your project done at his place instead of the library—for obvious reasons but also because it’s usually cramped there on a Sunday and you didn’t manage to book a free study room on time. So, rationally, there was no other choice, right?

“Hi,” he greets you with the widest grin when he opens the door.

“Hey,” you say, handing him a plastic bag of what you bought at the convenience store. Jisung hasn’t expected you to bring anything but he’s grateful about it.

“It’s just some snacks and lemonade, to make studying more bearable, you know?”

He nods and invites you inside. After taking off your shoes, your eyes start hovering around in his studio apartment. It’s small but cosy, just like you would have imagined it. Jisung has got some high quality posters of the Levanter video game on his walls as well as some other ones. One of the characters he’s framed is the one you tend to choose when playing and it makes you giggle. Perhaps, you should dress up as your favourite characters one day together.

You plop down on the couch beside him, a few of your snacks and whatever he still has had at home already scattered out on the table.

“So, what do we have?”

“We could finish the theory part today, if we work hard,” you suggest.

Jisung nods, “Yeah, I did some more research and found some interesting perspectives about the topic.”

You manage to work on your project for a solid two hours with small breaks in between, focusing on the tasks you have to do until the next class in a few days. Until said focus leaves your bodies and makes concentrating quite hard.

“Are you hungry?” he suddenly asks.

For you, yes.

“Hm?”

Jisung gets up, grabbing two more cans of lemonade. “Let’s order some food, okay?” He sits down next to you again, before takes a closer look at your face. “You’re stressed, aren’t you?”

You tend to overwork yourself, this is no news for either you or Jisung. But taking a break is probably a good idea.

“A bit, yes. I just want a good grade on this,” you admit.

“And you’ll get that, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it,” he promises, adding a wink after his sentence. You try to hide how flustered you get. It’s very common for the two of you to compete in academic matters. It started in school and when you both decided to major in the same subjects at the same college, everything went downhill. Whenever there’s a debate in class, Jisung will make sure to choose whatever opposite point of view from yours, just to fight against you.

It makes you chuckle, now that you know that he must have done this most of the time because he wanted to get your attention without being suspicious. And because he’s a huge brat.

“What do you usually do to get rid of stress, Han?” you ask him, opting to have a break now too.

He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip from the cherry lemonade, “Uhm, play games, smoke weed, well, uhm, look at pics you sent me and jerk off.”

You chuckle, “Wow, I wasn’t aware you’re recycling them and using them more than once.”

“Such beauty should be hung up in the Louvre, baby. Only for my eyes to see though,” he tells you, placing his hand on his chest.

“I’ve never smoked weed before,” you confess. You’re curious what it would feel like, though.

“Oh, you wanna try?”

“Yeah, sure,” you say. “You’re an expert in this, aren’t you?”

“I guess. Wait a second, okay?”

Jisung comes back with a little plastic zip bag and papers, before he sits down next to you again. You start watching him unpack all the supplies, as he is preparing a joint for the two of you now. You’re not fully grasping what it is and you're certainly not someone who romanticises drugs in any way, but there’s something about him doing this forbidden thing that arouses you. You keep your eyes focused on his hands, admiring those pretty fingers and getting reminded how they felt inside of you, stretching you out so–

“You ready, doll?”

His voice dropped low, sounding so husky, you’re not sure if you’re gonna survive this evening.

“Y-Yes,” you say.

“Only if you truly want this, okay? You can always back out. I won’t let you have much anyway, since it’s your first time, alright?”

You nod, “Okay.”

Jisung places the joint between his lips, before he reaches for the lighter that’s placed on the table in front of you and the little fire connects with the tip of the now burning object. He takes a drag, holds it like this in his lungs before he breathes out again, smoke filling the apartment.

He hands you the joint and you reach for it. Sure, you’ve smoked cigarettes before at parties, so hopefully you won’t make a total fool out of yourself. You take a drag, getting used to the taste of it, before you let out the smoke again and give him back the joint.

Jisung takes another drag and you’re eager to have an additional one too, but he doesn’t allow it, “Give it some time, okay? You shouldn’t overestimate yourself, yeah?”

You nod, leaning back on the couch.

“I’ll order some food in the meantime. What would you like?”

“Uhm,” you start, “pizza?”

“Sure,” he says, before fishing out his phone and placing an order online. “Should be here in an hour or less.” Jisung lives in an outer part of the city. Combined with the cheap apartment he has, you wonder how he paid for the expensive hotel room last night. Suddenly, you feel bad about it although it was his idea and he invited you.

“Han?”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, taking another drag.

“You… I’m not sure if this is rude to ask, I just don’t want to be a burden but… why did you choose that expensive hotel? It’s… it was wonderful, really, but I don’t want you to spend so much–“

“It’s fine, doll,” he chuckles, “I know I don’t have the most spacious place in the most pretty area of the city, but that’s just because I don’t need it. I like to save up the money I earn for important things and the future, you know?”

Okay, that makes sense.

Wait.

He considers you important enough to spend his savings on you.

“Oh, okay. So… I’m not a burden?”

“Baby, you’re a blessing in every aspect of my life,” he says, clicking his tongue.

“When have you gotten like this?”

“Like what?”

“Flirting with me… and all,” you say, becoming shy now.

“I don’t know,” Jisung replies. “Being with you and finally opening up has helped a bit.”

You giggle, “Makes sense.”

“Are you already feeling something?”

You shake your head no, “Not really.”

“Here,” he gives you the joint. You place it between your lips again and Jisung can feel excitement rush down to his dick, when he watches you. It’s twisted and he doesn’t want to romanticise what you two are doing right now, but it gives him the idea of corrupting you in a new way.

You take another drag before you give him back the burning object. The two of you stay like this for a while, until Jisung finishes smoking and puts out the joint. He scoots closer to you, not even hiding the fact that he wants to be near you. You end up cuddling, while he puts on some show on his TV but you’re not even paying any attention. Partly, it’s caused by your head clouding up from the smoke in the room and in your lungs but it might also be because of Jisung. Well, it obviously is because of the latter mostly.

“Have you ever fucked while being high?” Great. Your brain to mouth filter has shut off by now, too. The weed seems to work.

“N-No, I haven’t, actually,” Jisung admits. Fuck. There’s something about you being so straightforward that makes him want to try it, though.

“But you smoke a lot, don’t you? I would have expected this to be your thing,” you say, only realising after speaking how mean that sounded. Jisung is a stoner, yes, but he does have got his life together. It’s not his number one personality trait. That’s already reserved for being a brat.

“I didn’t suggest getting high so you’d sleep with me, Y/N,” he suddenly says.

Your eyes are widening, “Oh my God, this is not what I meant, sorry… I was just… I thought that…”

“Hm, you’re not thinking much right now, doll. I’ve been noticing you staring at my hands,” he teases you.

“I– I’m…”

“It’s okay, baby. And to answer your question—I haven’t had sex while being high yet because I haven’t had sex that much in my life in general,” Jisung admits.

“Oh… did you lose your virginity to me?! This can’t be, you were so…”

“So, what?”

“Perfect. If you were a Sim, you would have reached Woohoo skill level 10.”

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs.

You’re too cringey for Han Jisung now? Wow, the weed has really gotten to your head then.

“Sorry,” you chuckle.

“No, I didn’t lose my virginity to you. I’ve had like three one night stands in my life before you that were all shit. That’s it,” he explains, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, I'm sorry. You were my second, by the way,” you confess.

“You only… only with your ex?”

“Hm, and you. So it’s easy to forget about whatever was before that when you’re this good,” you compliment him. Jisung throws his head back, sensing the feeling caused by smoking. Or it’s because you keep staring at him like this. So awaiting. Demanding. Aroused.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask.

He shakes his head, bringing his index finger to your lips, “Shh, you’re stressing me again.”

“Stressing you? What? Why?”

Is the weed not working for him? His eyes are so red, you thought he would be as high as you by now.

“With that pretty smile… you rarely smile, Y/N. So when you do it exclusively for me, it gets my hopes up high,” he explains, not taking his eyes off your mouth. His thumb keeps brushing over it and you part your lips.

“Your hopes up high?”

“Hm, for us to do this in public one day.” He kisses you on the cheek. “For me being able to call you my girlfriend… baby, tell me, what does it need for me to be able to do that?”

You look at him. “Weren’t you the one to make promises last night?”

“What are you referring to?”

“You mentioned things like gaining my trust, finding a solution for Minho and giving me a star as a gift,” you remind him.

“I’ll do all of that. I promise,” he says. “Can I kiss you?”

“Do it,” you let out.

His lips crash into your own and you immediately sense how desperate he is for you. What a great thing you’re reciprocating those feelings. Jisung’s tongue asks for entrance and you allow him just that. You smirk against him, your hands reaching for his neck. You throw your arms around, fingers starting to play with his hair.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Same counts for you,” you whisper, in between breaths. You decide to take the lead then, when you scoot closer and hover your body in his lap. Jisung looks at you with his mouth agape, big eyes staring at you, as if he didn’t expect you to be so straightforward.

“Getting shy, hm?”

He shakes his head no, “G-Go on.”

“I like this version of you, you know?”

“Which version?”

“The desperate one. The one that will do anything I tell him,” you say, beginning to create a path of kisses down his neck, before you reach his chest. Slipping your hands under his shirt, you help him out of the fabric. Everything is happening rather fast but you don’t mind.

You scoot down, getting up from his lap again, before you decide to stay between his legs, right between the sofa and the table. Jisung stares at you with awaiting eyes, his finger under your chin. But he can’t be dominant right now. Whatever the hell that is. You’re possessing his mind. It’s you who’s looking up at him with big doll-like eyes, as if you’re asking to make him feel good.

“What? You’re gonna beg for it, pretty boy?”

Oh, plot twist. You’re not trying to be submissive here. Or you’re playing the brat. Who knows. That’s what Jisung loves about the dynamic with you. It’s so versatile, he can tell although it’s just your second time with him.

“Once we start you’ll be the only one begging, I promise,” he whispers.

“We’ll see about that, baby,” you reply with a wink. Your hands land on his thighs, before they move upwards, starting to fumble with his belt. He leans back, taking in that beautiful view that he’s granted. Sure, he’s got pretty girls sucking his dick before, but nothing comes close to your hungry eyes, impatiently waiting to get a taste of him.

He realises why it’s that way. Jisung has got a connection with you. A very multifaceted connection but it’s there. The most important part of it being the fact that he’s in love with you. Of course, no one will ever come close to anything that you do.

You slide his pants down, revealing how neglected his dick must feel trapped inside the tight boxers. You almost have pity for him. Jisung is still staring down at you, waiting for the next move.

Deciding to get rid of his underwear too, you waste no time and get to work with it. His cock springs free, painfully hard. Your hand circles around his erection, before you slowly start pumping him. He’s losing his mind from all the teasing, you can see it in his eyes.

“You sure you want this, Y/N? Despite being high?”

You nod, “It’s not a want, it’s a need, Han.”

He chuckles. “Then come on, doll, do something.”

You scoot closer, before a string of saliva collides with his tip. You smear it all over his length, as you continue stroking him.

“Beg for it,” you demand.

And Jisung surrenders. “Please, Y/N, have mercy with me.”

After a little chuckle spills from your lips, you start licking his length, adding a long stripe to his shaft first. You make sure to keep eye contact, right before you take him into your mouth. Jisung watches your head bob up and down, as his own falls back.

“Fuck, I’ve always known, baby,” Jisung speaks between moans, “that you’d look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, right?”

He’s gripping the blanket that’s laying on the sofa with one hand, while the other one comes close to your head. Jisung is tugging your hair, guiding you up and down the way he enjoys.

“Yeah, come on, make a mess. Make me feel good, yeah?”

You’re drooling all over him and the moans you let out get transformed into vibrations that send him straight to heaven. Jisung has never gotten this close so fast. With anyone. Neither the other women that tried to make him feel good nor alone. You’re out of this world.

“Shit—fuck, I’m close, I’m close, Y/N, please, I’m–“

You enjoy the switch in his demeanour once he’s getting to his orgasm. He sounds so helpless and pathetic, you could get used to it. Which is why you decide to pull his cock out of your mouth, staring up at him, your hand wrapped around his length again.

“When you come for the first time, it’ll be inside my cunt, okay?” you say with a low voice.

“Fucking hell… please, ma’am,” he says, before he gets up and helps you with it too. He doesn’t even care that he’s bare naked while you’re fully dressed again. For some reason, he might discover a new kink here. Jisung guides you to his bed that’s just a few meters away from his couch but much more comfortable.

He is quick to hover your shirt over your head, before your bra lands on the floor next. Just like him. He’s on his knees for you all suddenly. And you wonder if your reaction rate is so low because of the weed or because of this forbidden scene.

You feel kisses erupt on your belly, as they travel upwards. Jisung takes one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, pinching the other one with two of his fingers. His free hand is busy sneaking under your dress, squeezing your thigh. But you need him now. Inside of you. No more teasing. Which is why you grab his head and make him look up at you.

“Get on the bed,” you tell him and he follows suit, having the most mischievous smirk on his face that you’ve ever noticed up until this day. It feels as if he’s getting exactly what he’s asked for.

You pull down your skirt and your panties follow, before you crawl on the mattress and into his lap. Jisung is instantly playing with your tits again, waiting for you to make the next move.

You chuckle, “Condom?”

“Top drawer. Wait—don’t you want me to stretch you first?”

“It’s okay, I can’t wait. Your cock can stretch me,” you tell him with a wink and he just sits there, mouth agape.

You reach for his nightstand table and fish out a condom, unwrapping it and guiding it into his hard length. After you get into a comfortable position, you align his tip with your aching hole and drop down a few centimetres.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, sinking down further, letting him fill you up.

It feels as if everything is more intense than it usually is. Maybe it’s the weed. Maybe it’s the fact you’re with Jisung, in his apartment, in his bed. Maybe it’s because you’ve been talking more and being more open with him. Maybe it’s a combination of all of those options.

“Biiiig stretch, baby, come on. You can do it,” he encourages you, stroking your back.

“‘S too much,” you say, shaking your head. “But feels so fucking good, I don’t wanna stop.”

He chuckles, telling you to take your time. “That’s why I wanted to prepare you first. But you’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

Oh, fuck. He really wants you dead. Hearing those degrading words from him just arouses you more and it gives you—weirdly enough—strength to move further. Once you’re adjusted to the feeling of having him inside of you, you start moving up and down slowly.

“It’s okay, I’m getting used to it. Fuck. Feels so good, baby.”

“Go on, doll. Ride my dick,” he tells you, leaning back. Jisung’s hands are placed on your hips, occasionally moving further to squeeze your ass.

“Nothing better than that,” you say, picking up your pace a little. It’s exhausting being on top, you kind of underestimated this. After all, your ex never wanted you to be in a position like this, thinking it’ll harm his fragile masculinity for some reason.

“F-Feels so good, Jisung.” The words keep spilling from your lips in between little whimpers and moans. The man underneath you has his hands on your hips again, helping you move while he thrusts into you from below you. All while he’s trying to not lose his mind over the fact that you didn’t call him Han for once.

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name, baby,” he tells you.

At this point, Jisung is doing most of the work, if you’re honest. But you don’t mind. You like the illusion of having the upper hand in this.

“You fill me up so well… God, I’m gonna come,” you announce.

Jisung keeps rutting into you from underneath, while you fall forward, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You’re such a good slut for me, doll,” he whispers into your ear.

And then he feels it. You’re tightening around him, squeezing his hard cock, cageing him in.

“Did you just clench around me? When I called you a slut?”

You nod, “Hmm, fuck.”

There’s no point in denying. You can’t hold back any longer. The feeling is too intense and your brain is long gone. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is to be blamed on the weed or the scene itself. But it doesn’t really matter anyway. The fact is that Jisung is making you feel good as no one else could ever do. And you’re ready to live with whatever consequences life hands you, as long as you can be with him like this forever.

“Then come on, baby. Show me what a good slut you can be,” is all he needs to say to make you tip over the edge. Further encouraging words spill from his lips, while he helps you through your high. Your legs are shaking, high pitched moans are filling his small studio apartment and you’re sure some neighbour is gonna file a complaint but you don’t care and neither does Jisung.

His own climax gets triggered in the process, when your pussy walls keep clenching around him, as he fills the condom with his release. Once you’ve both calmed down, Jisung tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, feeling his cock slowly softening inside you. You get up and drop on the bed next to him. He’s fast to place the covers over your exposed bodies, pulling you towards him.

“I’ll do anything, Y/N. Whatever it takes for us to be together, okay? Do you trust me?”

You nod, “I trust you, Jisung.”

And that’s when he knows that you’re speaking the truth.

After dinner—the delivery pizza—some more talks and another round of sex that probably made his walls shake, Jisung and you fell asleep in his bed, absolutely exhausted and sober again.

Still, he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling your body clinging to him just like you did in the hotel. He realises that he’s hungry again—or just in the mood for a midnight snack—which is why he tries his best to be as quiet as possible when he sneaks out of the bed and walks to his little kitchen that’s located in the same room, obviously.

Some leftovers do and he’s glad that you’re sleeping through it despite the little noises he makes. When he’s back to where you are, he notices your phone screen lighting up. Jisung doesn’t want to look. It’s none of his business. But his eyes were there when it happened. So, he might just read the notifications.

[ Seojun ]: Hi, Y/N. This is probably a bad idea and I know you don’t wanna hear anything from me. But I miss you. Like a lot. I regret breaking up with you. Do you think we could try again?

What?

It’s Seojun? Seojun is your ex?

He can’t believe it’s someone he knows.

[ Seojun ]: I’ll be at Yeonjun’s party next Friday. Maybe we can meet there and talk a little? I’m sure you’ve missed me too, haven’t you? ❤️

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NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS AJDBAJJD THE READER BEING SO CONFUSED IS SO RELATABLE and kabfkwbfkw omg i love itttt

rosy

더 깊이 빠져들겠지 더 조금씩 더 조금씩 넌...

you don't know how to give a hickey.. what are friends for if not to help each other with these things?

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

content: nonidol au, fluff, not rly smut but suggestive (mdni pls), shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys (duh), reader is like slightly germophobic idk, a lot of teasing, no use of y/n

a/n: i am so delusional i need to bite this mans neck badly. and yes this is my username. yes it's the loona song. lol

[also read on ao3]

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God, you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“You don't know how to give a hickey?”

You shake your head and cover your face, hiding from Felix, who's sitting next to you on his bed.

“Wait, really? Like you've never even tried it on yourself?” he asks.

“No?! What, people actually do that?” Your hands lower slightly to reveal your eyes widening.

He breathes out a laugh and you hit his arm. “It's not funny!”

“It's kind of funny.”

“Shut up. I just— like— I never… whatever.” He poorly conceals a teasing smile. “Shut up or you're literally not getting any cinnamon rolls tomorrow. In fact, lemme ask Hannie if he wants your extras.” You pull out your phone.

Before you can do anything, Felix swiftly moves closer to you, his hand pushing yours down. “Whoa, whoa, hey.. that's a little drastic, yeah? Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you? ..And your cinnamon rolls?” He smiles sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you.

You grumble but drop the phone and shake his hand away, pursing your lips to fight a smile. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

…And then Felix ruins it.

“But you've kissed people before, right?”

You look at him incredulously. “Did I not say to shut up??” you shriek.

“Is that a no?” He giggles. He fucking giggles. You want to punch his pretty face.

“Lee Felix Yongbok I will smite you down right here where you stand if you don't—”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, it's kind of like the same thing, you know?”

“The same as what? Giving a h-hickey?” You can't help but stutter a little.

“Yeah like it's… I'll show you.”

Felix suddenly moves so he's in front of you and gently grabs your arm. He'll show you?! Literally what. What the hell. You let out a small squeak and instinctively lean away from him.

“Relax, I just meant here,” he touches your arm. “Is that okay?”

You stare at him.

“...Or I could show it on myself but I thought it might be better to feel it? Or I don't have to do it at all of course,” he says quickly.

Oh. It takes a second but the gears in your head start slowly turning enough to respond.

“Oh.” Well, okay, that wasn't as much of a response as you meant to give.

Felix laughs softly and pulls his hand away from your arm. “Sorry, it's too weird, right? No worries.”

But wait, you're actually curious. And isn't it better to figure it out before you inevitably make a fool out of yourself in front of someone else? It makes you a bit nervous but… you're comfortable with Felix. “No, wait, you can uh... show me…?”

His eyebrows raise for a second but then he smiles. “You sure?”

You nod. You still feel a little dazed and you're not really cognizant enough to actually do anything but watch him as he moves closer again. Your arm must feel like a dead weight but he lifts it up and lowers his head, placing a chaste kiss on your inner wrist. “This okay? Usually you um... start with kissing.”

“O-Oh, okay, yeah..” you murmur. What is this sudden weird atmosphere? Maybe you're the only one feeling it. Felix doesn't seem too phased, but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shit, can he feel your pulse right now? You really hope not.

He flashes a shy smile and places another kiss there, and another a little higher, and another, and it feels way too intimate and sends shivers up your spine. Slowly, he moves up your forearm, stopping right before your elbow.

“So… then.. you just wanna like... suck,” he says before doing just that, right below the crook of your elbow.

Oh. It feels weird. You must have made a noise or something because he looks up at you through dark lashes, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. You swallow. What the actual hell is happening right now?

After holding excruciating eye contact for what feels like an eternity, he lets his eyes close. Thank god, because it was making your chest feel tight and weird. You continue to stare as he continues kissing and sucking at your arm, face absolutely burning at the strange sensation.

You've literally lost the freaking plot. You just sit there, no semblance of time passing. After about twenty seconds? Twenty minutes? It literally could have been either — he finally pulls away, with a final kiss and light drag of his teeth against your skin.

You hold your breath as he sits up and gently maneuvers your arm so you could see the fruits of his labor. He clears his throat. “Um, so… it's starting to show up. See?” he says a little breathlessly.

You nod, unsure what to say when your best friend literally just sucked a hickey onto your arm. A very platonic hickey. Okay. This is fine. This is totally normal right? It must be or he wouldn't have offered. ..Right? You stare down at the bruise starting to blossom on your arm and finally chance a glance at Felix, but he also has his head down, staring at your arm.

Suddenly as if on cue, his head jerks up. When he sees you looking at him he grins. “Cool, right? How does it feel?”

“Weird…” you mumble. How can he be so nonchalant about this? You want to strangle him.

He nods. “It might be a little sensitive for a bit.” He runs his fingers lightly over the reddening area and you immediately see what he means. It feels tender and tingly under his touch. You shiver. “So.. you think you get how to do it now?” he asks.

“Um… yeah, I mean, maybe?”

“Do you wanna try?”

“Try? What, on… on your arm?!”

A slight blush creeps up his face and he shrugs. “Sure, or wherever… my arm, or my neck since that's where it's usually…”

You feel your face heat up as well. “I…”

“I just thought, if you wanna like, practice? But of course you don't have to.” He looks away and shrugs again, seeming a little embarrassed for suggesting it.

You open and close your mouth over and over again like a fish. Like a stupid dumb fish who somehow got itself reeled into this crazy situation. But honestly, the more you think about it, the offer to practice is tempting. When would you get another opportunity like this? Probably never. And… you trust Felix more than anyone else.

“...Is it really okay?” you ask hesitantly.

Felix looks up, blinking a few times before smiling. “Of course. I mean, it's only fair since I did it on you,” he laughs softly. He seems happy but also a little surprised that you actually appeared to be agreeing to his offer. Honestly, you're surprised too.

“Right, um…” you mumble. You shuffle a little closer to him. His hand slides down from your elbow to your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb. To reassure you, you think. It's a sweet gesture.

You lean in slightly towards his neck, deciding that if you do it here, you can hide your face from him and avoid any eye contact. “Um, can I...? Where should I…?”

You're so close to him. You can hear his breath catch a little before he points to the side of his neck with his free hand. “Around here,” he says, his voice somehow getting impossibly lower.

You swallow, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. As you lean in further you bite your lip, anxious. You need to break this tension somehow. You just can't do this right now. “Um.. um… do you wash your neck?” you blurt out.

Felix leans back a little. “Do I... do I wash my neck? That's what you're worried about?” he laughs.

“Some people probably don't!” you exclaim. Then you sigh. “Ugh, s-sorry, that's stupid, right? You literally licked my arm,” you let out a nervous laugh. “I just— I don't know. It feels icky. Germs.”

He hums. “You're not stupid.” A pause. “But, I can proudly say I do wash my neck.” He presses his lips together, clearly suppressing another laugh and you just know he's about to tease you. “Wow, how do you even kiss people if you're this worried about germs?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, leaning back into his neck a little to hide your face, your breath hot on his neck. He inhales sharply and seems surprised and, you think, a little panicked?

You instantly pull away. “Felix, are you sure?” You chew on your lip. Is this a bad idea after all?

“Yeah, I-I... yeah, of course,” he says, a little breathless, but you're not entirely convinced. You start to move away fully but he quickly grabs your arm again. “No.. no, wait. Please,” he whispers. You see him visibly try to relax, taking a deep breath in and out. “It's okay. I promise. I was just caught off guard.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, no, you're good, you're fine. It was me.” Felix clears his throat and rubs your arm reassuringly.

You take a deep breath. “Okay… so.. here?” You lean back in to where you were previously, breath hitting his neck.

He swallows, and you see it because his Adam's apple bobs up and down right in front of your face. What the fuck. “Yeah. Just go slow and… you can start with kissing if you want. Don't overthink it,” he mumbles, sounding more like he's reminding himself of something.

You nod and slowly, so slowly, you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his neck.

You expected him to remain still but a small breathy noise escapes him and he leans his head further back, exposing more of his neck in the process. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming under your lips. “Good... um.. yeah, just... kiss a little bit and then suck. You can use your tongue, too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can feel the vibrations against your lips when he speaks. What the fuck.

Your head feels fuzzy. You hesitantly place a kiss on his neck, and then another a little higher, and another, until you reach an area you're satisfied with. You almost want to pull away but remember Felix's words. Right. Just try not to overthink it…

He pulls a breath in through his teeth when you press an open-mouthed kiss and start sucking gently. At the same time, your tongue darts out almost automatically and touches his skin.

You feel him swallow thickly. “Y-You gotta… harder…” he murmurs. “Or it won't mark.”

You hesitate. “Won't it hurt?”

He blinks hard and shakes his head slightly. “Don't worry… I-I'll tell you if it hurts, okay? Just try. Do it like I did.”

You nod and take a deep breath before trying again, this time in earnest, sucking harder and pulling his skin between your lips and even past your teeth.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his grip on your arm tightening, “Like... like that. And you can.. use your teeth a little too.” His voice is getting thick, low, and raspy and, god, you feel a little dizzy.

But you want to please him, so you bite down softly and let your teeth run over the area. A quiet, high-pitched whine escapes his lips, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, body jerking back slightly. He suddenly seems to realize the noise he made and looks at you, wide-eyed.

You pull back again, a little breathless. “D-Did it hurt?” You really didn't think you bit that hard, but you can't hide the worry in your voice.

His hand drops from his mouth, face flushed and breathing labored. His eyes look a little dialed out. “No... no, it didn't.. hurt.” It seems like it takes all his strength just to say that. “Sorry, I just...” he takes a few more seconds to gather himself, “Um, kinda sensitive…”

…Sensitive? Oh. Oh. It was good. He liked it. You almost sigh in relief. But then… wait. He's sensitive there. He… Your brain isn't working. You find yourself leaning back in to his neck without thinking.

Felix doesn’t protest, just sits back, exposing more of his neck to you. You feel his body shudder when you lightly drag your teeth over the area before attaching your mouth more firmly and sucking at his skin.

He can’t stop the whimper from leaving his throat. “That feels really good.. you’re doing good,” he pants.

Your heart swells from the praise and you double down on your efforts. You hear him try to suppress another whimper but it’s more strained this time. It happens again and again, little noises and whines that you're not sure if he's even aware he's making. Every noise pulls and tugs at something in your stomach.

It feels intimate, so insanely intimate and you think you might combust on the spot if you go any longer. It's a bit nerve-wracking to pull away and face Felix but you force yourself to, licking your lips as you retreat.

Your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you. A pretty, deep pink bruise begins to blossom on his neck and your heart skips a beat at the realization that you did that to him.

Felix hasn't said anything. Is he upset? You chance a glance at his face and—

Oh. His eyes are closed and a faint sheen of sweat coats his flushed face, which is pulled taught in a mixture of bliss and something like pain. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in quick gasps. You stare at him, the only thought in your mind being: God, he's gorgeous like this.

He blinks rapidly and seems to finally come to. When he finally refocuses his gaze on you, he lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a weak laugh.

“...Good?” he asks.

Good? Good? Your head is spinning. It's not good. Nothing is good. Life is meaningless and everything you know exists on a floating rock spinning in the void and you think you're gonna pass out and never wake up. It's not good. It's fucking crazy. But you just mumble, “It's… showing up, I think…”

He raises an eyebrow. “That right? Let me see then.”

Felix grabs his phone and pulls up the camera, angling it so he has a clear view of his neck. He lets out a soft whistle, bringing his hand up to feel where the hickey is. You watch dumbly as he presses his fingers on it and lets out a shaky sigh. Then he looks at you and grins before throwing you a thumbs-up. “You did great. It's already pretty dark.”

You actually want to kill him. Your brain is melting and he's acting like this is the most normal afternoon of his life. Maybe it is. Does Felix do this type of thing often? The thought makes you shiver.

You throw your hands over your face. “I-I didn't mean for it to be that—like—ugh…”

His smile softens. “Hey, hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's…” he searches your face for a second and suddenly reaches over to gently pull your hands away. “It's not that bad. You did really good. Besides, it’s my neck, yeah?” His tone shifts to more of a teasing one, like he’s amused you’re overreacting a little. It just serves to frustrate you more.

You sigh. “Um… I really—it's really okay..?”

He nods. “Yeah, of course it is. It’s just a little mark, nothing serious.” He looks at you thoughtfully for a bit and you feel yourself getting flushed under his gaze. “You know.. you can try it again. If you want. Just to practice. Or for science, or whatever.” He laughs.

What. You’re stunned into silence. Science? You stare at him incredulously and he just grins back before leaning even further forward. This can't be your Felix. This is actually crazy.

Felix smiles at your dumbfounded expression. “…Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face and pokes at your cheek softly. “Do it again. Try a different spot. Make it darker.”

He's obviously teasing you. So you're flabbergasted when what comes out of your mouth is, “W-Where..?” Where? Literally what are you saying. Like, where is the nearest exit? Where has your own sanity gone? That's what you should be asking.

He shrugs. “Anywhere. The other side?” He points to the unmarked side of his neck. Then he pushes his shirt down slightly, revealing a sliver of his shoulder and collarbone before looking back at you, eyes expectant with a bit of an impish gleam. “Maybe.. here?” he mumbles.

Your head spins. Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna pass out. It's so over. Life and death and the universe… fucking craziness. You're falling. You're dying. Everything is melting. Nothing's real.

Oh wait, you're actually falling, your head plopping down on his shoulder as you let out an embarrassed groan.

You hear him laughing softly. “Someone's eager—”

You’re a bit confused but then your eyes focus on the place your head is now laying and—Oh god, you’re right where his shoulder and neck meet. Right where he just told you to suck a hickey. Great.

You instantly lift your head up, face burning. “No, I didn't—I wasn't trying to—”

He brushes the hair out of your face. “Hey, it's okay, I'm not forcing you or anything. Are you overwhelmed?”

“Um, yeah, but— y-yeah. Sorry.” God. How pathetic do you look right now?

“Don't apologize. I was just teasing. It makes sense to be overwhelmed. It's a new experience.” He sits back and laughs but there’s a bit of a nervous waver to it. “You're fine, seriously. Maybe we got a little carried away, huh?”

“Uhh— yeah….”

He gives you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry for being pushy. Let's just... just forget about the whole thing, yeah? Let's play some video games or something.” He clears his throat.

He's moving on but your head is still spinning. This really is the most normal afternoon for him, you think. Because how is he so chill? Your body is still buzzing with nervous energy and you can't just switch off and forget about it, can you?

You can't. “Uh— Uh, wait—...”

“...Yeah?”

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder. “Um… is it bad if I… kinda…”

You trail off and he doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t dare move, waiting for something, anything. When he finally does say something his voice sounds strained. “Kinda what?” he asks quietly.

“Um.” Fuck. “Nevermind.” You go to draw back but Felix quickly places a hand at the back of your head, preventing any movement.

You hear him exhale quietly. “I don't mind, you know,” he whispers. “You can do it. If you... if you want to.” He slowly starts running his fingers through your hair. “If you wanna practice. The more you practice, the more comfortable you'll be with it, right?”

You hum against his shoulder, the justification mulling around in your head. Of course. Of course that's why you want to. For practice. For science.

He continues. “Yeah, do it. Uh, j-just, I mean— if you want. A-As practice. Try to… see how dark you can make it… or… ” For all the talk he was making before, he stutters now, and you can't help but find it a little endearing. Maybe he's actually a little nervous as well.

Fuck it. Who cares. You've lost the plot. You press your mouth against his skin, giving a few open-mouthed kisses before gently sucking at it.

You hear his breathing stutter and he shifts slightly. “Yeah, j-just…” he lets out a shaky sigh and presses his hand a bit more firmly on the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The angle is still a bit awkward to reach, so without much thinking, you crawl slightly onto his lap.

“Oh,” he mumbles, his body goes tense for a second before relaxing again. He's completely still, like if he moves you’ll pull away, but eventually his fingers start running through your hair again. It isn't a particularly suggestive position, you're sitting back more towards his knees, but suddenly everything feels charged with tension.

You hear a low, almost imperceptible groan as you continue sucking lightly from the new angle. “You're doing really well,” he mutters encouragingly. “Just a little more… harder. And like, bite a little, remember?”

Right. You comply and bite down a little. Felix lets out a small whine, hand tightening in your hair. “Good… uh, just like that..” he mumbles. “You can try moving a little more, if you want—”

You don't need to hear more, instantly moving your mouth higher up his neck without much thought. His fingers slide down until his hands are completely resting between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. Shivers run down your spine where he touches and you attach your lips to the side of his Adam's apple.

“A-Ah…” a shaky moan escapes him, taking both of you by surprise. His hands suddenly jump down to grip your waist tightly. Oh. He seems much more sensitive here. You swear you're dizzy. Maybe you're dying. You think you’re fine with that honestly.

You want to bite him. You let your teeth sink into the skin a little. He lets out a shaky half-laugh, half-groan, tilting his head back and pulling you towards him. “Y-You learn quickly.” A deep pink flush runs high on his cheeks, and his breaths are unsteady. You’ve never seen him like this, so undone, and it's making you feel powerful. You want more.

You decide to give in to that and bite down harder, feeling his body jerk. He moans, breathy, and whispers, “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that feels so good.” One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingers gently grasping the base of your hair. His thumb brushes up against your earlobe and for some reason it sets tingles off all down your spine.

…Does it really feel that good? You can't help but wonder. It mostly just felt weird on your arm but you suppose that's different. Different from your. Neck. Oh fuck, now you're thinking about it. His mouth on your neck. His mouth on your neck. You're floating. You're crashing. Everything is cool. Everything is burning.

Your brain is practically short-circuiting and you start sucking on the same spot before pulling back just enough to bite down and suck at it again, this time a little harder.

His breath stutters and you feel his head tilt to give you more access. There's another small gasp that comes out as a strained “Fuuuck…” when you continue. You think you're actually delirious at this point.

Then, “W-wait..” he says urgently, his chest heaving. His hand that was on your neck slides down to grab your shoulder now.

“That's… good. We should.. stop. I…” he pants heavily.

You pull away instantly. “O-Okay. Yeah. Sorry.” You feel restless, fidgety, more than just from nerves.

“No, you're fine, god. It's me. I'm getting too…” he shakes his head. “You did really good, I…” He presses his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep, slow breaths.

When he drops his hands he seems mostly back to normal. “Um.” He laughs a little. “We, uh… how's it look?”

You stare at his neck and shoulder. Oh, fuck. In truth, it looks fucking insane. Like he got mauled or something. Oh my god. That was you. What came over you?

He raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Guess I gotta see for myself,” he says and places his hands on your waist to lift you up and off of his lap. As if you weigh literally nothing. What the fuck.

With your head still reeling at how he lifted you like you're nothing, you don't really notice him reaching for his phone to see himself until you hear him suck in a breath.

“Wow… I'm gonna get so many comments tomorrow.”

“What?!” you shriek. Oh god. Of course it'll take a few days to fade. You hadn't even thought about that. The light mark on your arm is easy to brush off as nothing but the rosy hues on his neck are unmistakable.

He laughs. “I'm just kidding. I'll have to.. cover it with makeup I guess. Don't worry.”

“You better…” you mumble, embarrassed.

He hums. “Hmm… Well it isn't really fair... What should I do…” He leans in, studying your flushed face. “Wanna match?” he says with a cheeky grin.

“What?? Felix!”

“I'm joking! Jeez…” He pokes your cheek. “Unless all this blushing isn't just from embarrassment and you're actually into this?”

Your face is positively burning. “Shut up. You're annoying as hell,” you grumble.

He gasps dramatically. “After I gave up my sanctity for you to practice on me? This is how you treat me?”

You can't help but giggle at his dramatics but you quickly steel your expression and glare at him equally as dramatically.

You're really grateful everything seems to be normal on his end. You're trying your best to act the same, but in truth, you feel like a fucking mess. His joking comment about you being into this… No, definitely not. There's no way. It's probably just because it's your first time doing this with anyone, so of course it's going to feel crazy and weird and confusing. Right? Yeah. But still. Even long after the two of you move on, playing video games and hanging out like normal, you can't shake the feeling that something's weird. Something shifted. You don't know what the fuck it is though. You just try not to think about it.

How are you actually supposed to go back to normal after this?

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a/n: so on a scale of 1 to 10 how painfully obvious is it that i've never given a hickey in my life.

no but um haha any feedback good or bad would be super appreciated!! pls leave a like or reblog if u enjoyed it makes me so happy. tysm for reading <3

#kats reblogs ^^#this is a really good brain rot thought #oopsie #swooning #i love this #lee felix x reader #felix smut

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catiuskaa · 8 days

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i am dying and its entirely his fault

Lee Know at ASEA, 2024.

#i <3 mimo #minho <3 #he’s my boy #kats reblogs ^^#stray kids

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catiuskaa · 9 days

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charcoal, paint, post-its and tape.

SUMMARY: seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

REQUESTED! here by my pookie wookie @4ln-stay8, and honey, this was a beautiful idea! i love writing about art and hyunjin and hyunjin and art (and hyunjin) lol, hope you like! <3

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety, reader is really hard on herself as a perfectionist (which sadly i can relate), crying and cursing, lots of fluffy comfort in the end!

WC: 1.6k

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

You hate it.

Your hand feels cramped, your head hurts and you’re close to breaking the paper if you keep on erasing the same lines over and over again.

But it’s hideous.

It’s a sad excuse of an attempt in art and you hate it.

You were tempted to kick the sketchbook away, but knowing that it belonged to your boyfriend, to hyunjin, who could actually do art, made you refrain from doing so, opting to just harshly shove it away from your lap.

It wasn’t fair. You’d seen tutorials. You had practiced beforehand. You went as far as to use his anatomy books to study it, wanting to be able to do justice to his ethereal, beautiful self by at least getting proportions right.

But no. Art wasn’t accepting your preposterous attempt to join into it.

Hyunjin entered your shared apartment as he hummed a random melody, happy to come back a bit earlier than usual, his head drifting off to how he could surprise you and what kind of activity the both of you could do with the newly-founded time.

But he froze after he kicked his shoes off at the entrance.

“Angel?” He called, and you cursed, but barely had any time to put anything back into place as he followed the sound of your gentle sobs.

“Hyun…” you started.

“My love.” He crouched down next to you, looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon just for him. “Want to tell me what’s wrong? Mhh?” He hummed shortly, his hands traveling to your face and stroking it sweetly.

You stared at him, your heart troubled, so the only coherent response you could come up was throwing yourself to his arms.

The long-haired artist hugged you tightly in response, a part of him appreciating having the type of trust that allowed you to break before him and let him watch you reasemble with a little helping hand.

You sniffed, then shook your head sideways.

“Are we doing the nod and shake?” He smiled in efforts of making you join him, which you did shortly, and he allowed himself to take that as a win. “We can do that, pretty. Nod if you want to.” He snickered.

But you shook your head, staring down at the forgotten sketchbook.

“I-it’s just th-a-at I… I w-wanted… wanted to surprise you… b-because I-I wa-s trying to paint…”

Hyunjin’s face shined upon your confesion.

“My pretty girl was painting?” He chimed back with a gleeful joy. “But you’re not having fun. What happened?”

You just shrugged, sinking your head in your hands. “It’s horrible.”

“Can I see it?”

Watching you nod, it was only then when Hyunjin separated himself from you just enough to grab the sketch, then sprung back to your side.

A silence only broken by your unsteady breathing clouded the house as he viewed the canvas.

“Do you want my opinion, my advice, or my shoulder to keep crying?” He offered soothingly, and you rolled your eyes at his last mention. “What? My shoulders are very comfortable. I don’t even charge if you leave tears on my shirt, you know.” Hyunjin teased with a smile that you were quick to match. Another win for him.

“I just… I don’t know…” you sighed, melting against him. “It’s… ugh.”

He stared at your piece in silence, which you didn’t, only zoned out, playing with your hands as the silence crept up your spine.

What if he hated it too?

“It’s just like how you do with your post-its.”

He interrupted your spiral of thoughts, and you blinked at him, so Hyunjin repeated himself with a gentle smile. You then sniffed, a small chuckle fighting to get out in the midst of frustated tears. “What are you on about?”

“You have your cute organizing board filled with post it notes, don’t you, lovely?”

You nodded, but scoffed, still submerged in the depth of the painting —or rather lack thereof. “What’s that got to do with anyth-“

You trailed off when his hands, still a bit colder from the weather outside, cradled your face, forcing you to look at him, a beautiful sight you didn’t notice you were evading.

“Listen to me for a second. Please?” He pleaded, eyes soft, and giggled sweetly when you pouted, a petty way of letting him know you were listening. You blushed when he kissed you.

“So. Your post it notes.” Hyunjin smiled. “You stick them on the board, but often, they slip down, right?” He asked, to which you nodded. “And when that happens, I noticed your little trick, brains.” He booped your nose, and you couldn’t help but smile coyly. “Tell me, beauty. What do you do when they don’t stick?”

“I… I put a small piece of tape on the back.” “And it works like magic,” he grinned, beaming in a kind of proudness you had never seen on anyone, not when it came from others aside from themselves. And it mended your frustrated heart to see him like this, his now warmer hands stroking your cheeks.

He took one of your hands, and with a strained groan, reached to his pencil cade, grabbed a piece of charcoal and stained your hand with it, kissing your palm sweetly

“These are now the hands of an artist. And artists, just like you and me, can be quite like those little post it notes of yours. We bend right after taking us out of the package.” He chuckled, and you followed along, letting the sound of his voice lift your spirit. “It won’t matter how, there can always be a crease, or the glue won’t stick right, or the color is too blinding, maybe too dull, perhaps the paper got stained with paint or ink.” He stared at you, deeply so, allowing you to see through him, allowing you to understand.

This wasn’t about post it notes. Not anymore.

He continued. “But, just as your post its, sometimes…” he smiled. “Sometimes all we need is a bit of tape to stick in place.”

He kissed your tears away one by one, allowing your breathing to even out, matching and following his as you relaxed against him.

“Let me help you stick back on the board.” He looked at your lips in a flash, then bashfully went back to your eyes. “Let me be your tape.”

He hugged you tightly, and he showed you the sketch.

“To me it looks fine, beauty.” He started. “It’s a really nice attempt. Would I redo some things? Probably, if I wanted to be really perfectionist, because it doesn’t look bad at all. Or maybe I’d let the color do its magic.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “The thing about drawing is that we cannot let it control us, hoping to achieve perfection. That can’t be achieved, my love.” Hyunjin laughed. “Even what we see sometimes doesn’t look right in real life. There are references and references, and if a drawing’s sketch isn’t quite what we’re looking, sometimes we may need another one.”

You stared at him softly, comforted in his honest commentary.

“I can help you. You know were to find me.” He smiled sweetly.

“I…” you sniffed, staring at your charcoal-stained hand.

“I just want a coffee right now.”

You both giggled as you stood back up, and he engulfed you in a bear hug, picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, determined to make you the best coffe in the whole year.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you found him puting your first sketch next to his. Only this time, instead of his usual messy tape lines, yours han bits of tape glued to the back.

Little by little, charcoal and paint helped post-its and tape, but even with the smallest things, it could certainly be the other way around.

And Hyunjin loved it any kind of way— Hyunjin loved you, post-its, charcoal stains and all.

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

~kats, who will now go to bed with my own cup of hot milk (not coffee lol, and sadly not made by hyunjin either)

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catiuskaa · 9 days

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HAJDJJS YES BABY AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH! <333 really glad you liked it! <3

spots on.

SUMMARY: you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

REQUESTED! by lovely annonie right here. and god you are so right, fluff + hannie is a clinical need, dare I say biblical! ㅠㅠ<3

CW: you might need a dentist appointment for this one. teeth rotting stuff. i assure you.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: so i’m back from the dead and haven’t written anything since february’s special and have been real low lately. thought fluffy hannie could cheer all of us up! <3

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

Han loved watching romantic movies by himself.

It’s not like he didn’t have anyone to watch them with. He had watched plenty of shows either with you or any of the boys.

But ever since he started writing and composing lyrics, a little before he got into college, there was something about those cheesy series that had him unable to stop watching.

Jisung loved those old-fashioned scenes. Dancing in the rain, a silly meet cute in a book shop… countless places for one silly little emotion.

Han couldn’t see it, but he also had stars in his eyes. He blinked, feeling his eyes lightly itchy, realizing he had been watching you sleep.

“Get a grip, Han,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a smile, giggling.

Suddenly, there was a hand lightly scratching your back.

You flinched in your place, sitting back up.

“It’s just me,” Han said softly. You blinked so slowly it almost looked like you had blinked one eyelid at a time.

“…awake. ‘M awake.” You brushed off drool from the corner of your mouth, to which Jisung chuckled lightly.

“Okay, sleepyhead. Time to go to bed.”

“Eh?”

“Bed, silly. We should have some sleep. We’re both doozing off.”

He grunted lowly when he laid you down on the bed, which had little to do with your weight and much more with how you pulled him towards you.

“Hannie.” You mumbled sleepily.

“…no.” You whined. His hand still rested on your face. Unusual. You didn’t want him to move it. “I don’t want to steal your bed.”

Unconciously, you moved closer to the warmth that his palm brought.

“It’s ok. You came here walking, and there’s no way I’m letting you leave now, not at this time.”

Yet in that moment, seeing him smile, dark boba coloured eyes sheepishly and momentarily hidden by it, turning them into happy crescent-shaped moons, it was easy to figure asking was worth a shot.

“…stay w’me?”

His heart skipped more beats than he could count.

This hadn’t been planned. Well. Certainly not this way.

“Stay?” His tone of voice had lowered.

Jisung could hear his mate’s low voice in his head, full with its classic australian accent.

Han struggled to get comfortable in his now seemingly small bed. Of course it was small for two people. It had to be, because if you two were to fit in the space avaliable, it would mean that-

“…cold…”

The ruffles coming from how you then shifted on the bed were no match to how loud Han’s heartbeat sounded on his ears.

Your arm slid under his, lying limply on the curve of his waist, the other cocooned in the small space you settled in between you as you slotted your face in the crook of his neck.

thump, thump, thump.

He forced himself to relax.

“…how are you so warm, Ji?”

He had no fucking idea.

“Warm?”

You nodded, your hair tickling his face gently.

“…cozy. Like… a really cute ‘n little… weighted blanket.” You sighed, further relaxing into him, sending a chill to his spine as your warm breath brushed against his neck.

He was so fucking grateful for being so.

You melted in his arms. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his hands playing with your hair. “I was only away for the weekend.”

“…don’t care.” His heart threatened to carve through his chest or melt when you tightened your hold on him, then tugged the blanket closer, covering you, thus covering him too.

He settled a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing little moles in the way.

“I hadn’t noticed these ones before,” he mumbled in a soft voice that could almost lull you to sleep.

You hummed, not bothering to answer.

“I’ve heard somewhere,” he started soothingly, “that moles appear in the spots where, in your past life, you were kissed the most.”

You smiled. “You don’t have any moles, do you?” He shook his head sideways, and you chuckled, brushing your nose with his sweetly.

“You better stay put, Ji,” you beamed cheekily. “I’ll make new moles on you.”

His chest tightened, and he beamed, chuckling as you peppered kisses all over his face.

A love scene like the movies.

His new favourite one.

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

#thanks for rebloging! <333 #katsreplies<3 #spots on — han #stray kids #stray kids fluff #han jisung scenarios #han jisung fluff

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catiuskaa · 10 days

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Omg I am pretty sure Im getting annoying at this point but I have a cute idea.

Its a Hyunjin x reader

Hyunjin being his artistic self always makes paintings or sketches of his beloved gf so one day when he comes home from practice or whatever he finds the reader sitting in front of the couch, on the floor with her face buried in her knees crying with one of his sketch books and his pencils beside her. He panics and rushes towards her to see what’s wrong and finds out that she is crying beca she was trying to surprise him with a sketch of himself made by his truly but it didn’t ended up how she imagined it, he hugs her and tries to distract her from her crying. The next day when she comes home she sees her sketch framed on the wall so she cries again, then Hyunjin, who was already home, hugs her from behind and tells her how much he loves her sketch even though it didn’t looked the way she wanted…

Idk I think it would be cute and that he would really appreciate if his partner would do that for him even though it would look horrendous…

You don’t have to do it tho I just got the idea and thought about sharing it with you 😅

OMG I AM SO LATE FOR THIS REQUEST BUT JABFKSKD you made it pookie so i had to deliver

here it is! i hope you like it! i certainly do <333

#katsreplies<3 #4ln stay8 #stray kids x reader #stray kids #soft hours #stray kids hyunjin x reader #straykids hyunjin

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catiuskaa · 10 days

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charcoal, paint, post-its and tape.

SUMMARY: seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

REQUESTED! here by my pookie wookie @4ln-stay8, and honey, this was a beautiful idea! i love writing about art and hyunjin and hyunjin and art (and hyunjin) lol, hope you like! <3

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety, reader is really hard on herself as a perfectionist (which sadly i can relate), crying and cursing, lots of fluffy comfort in the end!

WC: 1.6k

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

You hate it.

Your hand feels cramped, your head hurts and you’re close to breaking the paper if you keep on erasing the same lines over and over again.

But it’s hideous.

It’s a sad excuse of an attempt in art and you hate it.

But no. Art wasn’t accepting your preposterous attempt to join into it.

But he froze after he kicked his shoes off at the entrance.

“Angel?” He called, and you cursed, but barely had any time to put anything back into place as he followed the sound of your gentle sobs.

“Hyun…” you started.

You stared at him, your heart troubled, so the only coherent response you could come up was throwing yourself to his arms.

You sniffed, then shook your head sideways.

But you shook your head, staring down at the forgotten sketchbook.

“I-it’s just th-a-at I… I w-wanted… wanted to surprise you… b-because I-I wa-s trying to paint…”

Hyunjin’s face shined upon your confesion.

“My pretty girl was painting?” He chimed back with a gleeful joy. “But you’re not having fun. What happened?”

You just shrugged, sinking your head in your hands. “It’s horrible.”

“Can I see it?”

Watching you nod, it was only then when Hyunjin separated himself from you just enough to grab the sketch, then sprung back to your side.

A silence only broken by your unsteady breathing clouded the house as he viewed the canvas.

“I just… I don’t know…” you sighed, melting against him. “It’s… ugh.”

He stared at your piece in silence, which you didn’t, only zoned out, playing with your hands as the silence crept up your spine.

What if he hated it too?

“It’s just like how you do with your post-its.”

“You have your cute organizing board filled with post it notes, don’t you, lovely?”

You nodded, but scoffed, still submerged in the depth of the painting —or rather lack thereof. “What’s that got to do with anyth-“

You trailed off when his hands, still a bit colder from the weather outside, cradled your face, forcing you to look at him, a beautiful sight you didn’t notice you were evading.

“Listen to me for a second. Please?” He pleaded, eyes soft, and giggled sweetly when you pouted, a petty way of letting him know you were listening. You blushed when he kissed you.

He took one of your hands, and with a strained groan, reached to his pencil cade, grabbed a piece of charcoal and stained your hand with it, kissing your palm sweetly

This wasn’t about post it notes. Not anymore.

He continued. “But, just as your post its, sometimes…” he smiled. “Sometimes all we need is a bit of tape to stick in place.”

He kissed your tears away one by one, allowing your breathing to even out, matching and following his as you relaxed against him.

“Let me help you stick back on the board.” He looked at your lips in a flash, then bashfully went back to your eyes. “Let me be your tape.”

He hugged you tightly, and he showed you the sketch.

You stared at him softly, comforted in his honest commentary.

“I can help you. You know were to find me.” He smiled sweetly.

“I…” you sniffed, staring at your charcoal-stained hand.

“I just want a coffee right now.”

You both giggled as you stood back up, and he engulfed you in a bear hug, picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, determined to make you the best coffe in the whole year.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you found him puting your first sketch next to his. Only this time, instead of his usual messy tape lines, yours han bits of tape glued to the back.

Little by little, charcoal and paint helped post-its and tape, but even with the smallest things, it could certainly be the other way around.

And Hyunjin loved it any kind of way— Hyunjin loved you, post-its, charcoal stains and all.

[☆🌷🖼️🌷☆]

~kats, who will now go to bed with my own cup of hot milk (not coffee lol, and sadly not made by hyunjin either)

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catiuskaa · 10 days

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i have no words, this is written so masterpiece-like i could die rn and be glad that the last thing i read was this kind of masterpiece

handled.

minors dni. minho x fem!reader. hands on necks (not exactly choking but choking adjacent). dirty talk. slightly rough piv. soft!dom minho.

It's not what you expect, the first time someone reaches out to wrap their fingers around your throat. It's during a lesson in self-defence, part of a compulsory skill. You flinch away as their fingertips graze your skin, scrunching your shoulders at the unnatural feeling. It's not a neutral act, a simple experience of skin on skin.

There's something deep down, an instinct designed to make the feeling of another person's hands around your neck inherently discomforting.

It takes many attempts for you to build a tolerance to it, the anxious feeling never settling completely despite your ability to hold still.

It was hard to imagine how the act could ever elicit anything other than that deep, instinctual urge to squirm away.

Until him.

His fingers flex as he tugs the black glove down his wrist a little further. It's a vital part of his costume as far as your concerned, a last minute addition ties up his all-black theme perfectly.

"Are you having fun?" you question, back pressed against a wall in a dark corner of the room.

The New Year was around the corner, the costume party in full swing around you. It'd taken a doe eyed look and a soft kiss to his neck to convince your boyfriend to join you.

He offers you a small lopsided smile, the delicate lip ring balanced prettily on his lower lip. "Mm," he hums with a small nod.

You tug him a little closer, "You sure? I know it's a little more crowded than I—"

"I'm fine," he says, the bare fingers of his glove free hand stroking gently over your wrist. "I'm all good."

If you were being totally honest with yourself, a (not so small) part of you hope he'd ask to leave. Getting him dressed up like this was the best part of the entire night, you'd decided. Now, you'd very much rather be at home taking the costume off him than stand around in a crowd of drunk partygoers.

The lip ring presses into his plush lip a little as he nibbles at it for a moment. You could leave the accessories on him. The ring, the silver necklace hanging around his collar—just long enough to tickle your chin if he was above you... and then there was the glove. Your eyes drop involuntarily to the hand in question.

"What about you?" Minho asks, tugging your eyes back to his.

"Hm?"

"Having fun?"

You blink.

He smiles, keenly aware of your propensity to drift elsewhere. "What you thinking about?" he asks. You would have answered him. You were too far into your relationship to be timid about such things. But then... then he reaches up with that hand... the dark, smooth fabric cool against your skin as he tilts your chin up a little. "Talk to me," he encourages gently.

Oh, he knows. Of course, he knows.

"Do you like my costume?"

His eyes drop down your body quickly. "Mm," he hums. "Very pretty."

"I like yours too."

He fails to suppress an amused, knowing smile. "Yeah?" His hand drifts from your chin along your jaw, coming to rest just below your ear. It allows his gloved thumb to play with your lobe a little as he steps into you a little more. "What do you like about it?"

"Fishing for compliments?"

"You seem desperate to offer them."

You frown, "No."

"No?" he questions, stepping even closer. He's pressed against you now, warm and dark—a barrier between you and the rest of the room. "My sweet girl wouldn't lie to me." He leans over you, lips brushing your jawline. "Would she?" he adds with a whisper. His breath tickles, hot against your sensitive neck.

You realise your error then. It was too late. The time had passed for you to drag him home and tear the dark clothes from him in the privacy of your shared apartment.

It was happening here.

Your eyes flick quickly across the room before you're grabbing his wrist and tugging him along with you, dodging drunk friends and acquaintances as you beeline for the hallway door.

Minho chuckles behind you, letting you tug him along without resistance.

You'd let you of tomorrow contemplate the decisions you make next. When you find each room taken, occupied by a couple or a group of intoxicated friends, you tug open the laundry door and slam it behind you both. There's a small lock on the door handle. You twist it.

"You like it that much, then?" Minho says from behind you.

He's leaning against the washing machine when you turn, arms crossed—sleeves rolled to his elbows.

You take in a few shallow breaths before he's stepping towards you and lifting you off your feet. It shouldn't be as easy as it is for him to lift you on top of the dryer. He settles between your legs, hands gliding up and down your thighs a few times.

His dark hair has loosened a little over the evening, the hairspray you'd used to keep it in place off his forehead giving into the humidity and copious tousles by distracted fingers. There's a lock hanging just over one of his eyes.

You reach up to brush it aside delicately.

"I lied," Minho whispers, seemingly prompted out of silence by your action. "When I said it's pretty..." he thumbs at the hem of your dress where he's slipped it up your thigh. "...I lied." His fingers brush your skin on one thigh, the fabric of his glove is cold against the other. "Pretty isn't right," he continues. "It makes me want to hold you down... sink into you..." His gloved hand snakes up your side slowly, coming to rest at the base of your neck. His fingers are splayed out across your collarbones, just below the point that would normally make you itch to squirm away.

"Min?"

His eyes flick up from your neck. His fingers twitch against you. "Mm," he hums. It's a sweet sound, in total contrast to the way he looks at you. Like he wants to tear you apart. You find you like the idea. You also find... that you wish his fingers would inch up just a little.

It's not a thought you dwell on. Instead you reach up slowly, like he might spook, and wrap your fingers around his wrist.. then slowly... gently... you guide his hand up to your throat. His eyes stay fixed on yours; his fingers ghost light on your skin.

"Don't look at me like that," he says as your fingers squeeze his wrist. "All fucking sweet like you don't want me to—"

"Please," you interrupt.

He leans forward with a groan, lips pressing to the side of your neck. He squeezes slightly at the movement. It's enough to have you dropping your head back.

It's different. It's so different to how it'd been with a stranger, with someone other than him. This makes you want to crawl under his skin, beg him to hold you and consume you—to take you. His. His. His.

"Minho," you gasp as his lips part and suck at your neck, his wet tongue poking out to lave at the marks he leaves as he goes.

His hand stays at your neck as he works, a comforting and steady pressure. He's got you, it says.

A tiny clink breaks you from your trance. His lip ring is gone when he pulls back, fallen into the dark and bouncing off things around you as it goes. You could not care less. You tug him back towards you, hands at the back of his neck to guide him. His lips are wet and hot against yours, moving with a laziness that did not at all align with upbeat music and countdown starting outside.

His tongue slips out to meet yours, his body falling over you a little in a desperate attempt to get closer. 8...7...6... the partygoers chant. Your fingers grasp at his hair, tugging a little. He whines. 3...2... You could be anywhere... you ponder as the cheers start and the new year begins. You could be anywhere and anytime, and all that would matter would be whether he was there with you.

His breath comes out in deep gasps when you finally part. It's a brief reprieve. He's on you in the next second, tugging your hips towards his and burying himself inside you. It's your turn to attach yourself to his neck, kissing and biting your way through his sharp drives into you. The dryer bangs against the wall behind you with each one.

"This what you wanted?" he gasps as you fall back on your hands. His hands grasp your hips. One warm. One cold. "Hm?"

His lips glisten with spit, a mixture of each of you. You're about to reach towards him again, desperate to taste him, when he releases one hand from your hip.

It's the bare hand this time, that wraps around your neck. It's worse—better. His fingers twitch each time he pumps into you. Your pulse flutters against them. You can feel it.

Then he pauses, tugs you flush against him—buried deep. "My sweet girl," he says. He presses his fingers into your skin at each side of your neck. It doesn't cut off your breath, instead, your cunt clenches around him—your high taking you off guard. It's a rush, a heaviness in your head that seems to match perfectly with the heavy, fullness of his cock buried deep.

There's something deep down, an instinct designed to make the feeling of another person's hands around your neck inherently discomforting. And then... there's this.

#holy shiiiiiiit #you guys should read this #kats reblogs ^^#omfgggg #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids smut

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i’m really glad! sending online hugs, my love! <3

Game On, Game Boy.

SUMMARY: dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

REQUESTED! here by my pookie dookie @15092000volcano, who OMG LOVE YOU GOT SOME IDEAS™️ and i’m 100% here for it!

WC: 3.8k

CW: extensive use of curse words, use of petnames, gaming lingo that i won’t explain (sorry), a sneaky mention of changlix and a ridiculously explicit mention of hyunin because idk broski i just felt like it

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“Are you sure this is the section you’re supposed to be in, Lee?”

Minho’s eyes turned darker and he chuckled a cold laugh that could’ve frozen the Han river over a hundred times.

No one noticed the slight smile he let out that was quickly hidden again.

“Look who it is,” Minho beamed a newly found energy, as if a dark, bad, and rude soul had just taken control of his mean smile. “If it isn’t other than the wrongly chosen personality hire of… mhh… I don’t remember… sorry, dollface, what’s the name of your team again?”

Behind him, a blond guy stared at him, eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. He turned around and faced one of his other team players.

“Hey, hyung. Does Minho know that girl?” Felix asked in a low voice. “He… doesn’t look too happy.” That was a nice way to put it.

Changbin rolled his eyes at the encounter, throwing his arm over Felix’s shoulders.

“Her username is something like ‘soondondori25”. Minho and her met a while back, in high school. As little as he’s said, one thing’s for sure: they really don’t like each other.”

Despite it not looking too good for the team the fact that its leader wasn’t behaving with their opponents, Seo huffed, not paying any mind to the arguing pair, unlike Felix, whose eyes stayed glued to his other hyung and the new girl, still going at each other.

"I bet you’re still using the overpowered weapon. Can’t really get past Nerf Bastian, can ya?” You stated mockingly, your cheeks red as you kept arguing. “I guess you need all the help you can get."

"Says the one who relies on camping. Can't face me head-on, huh?” Minho grinned with a sense of superiority, stepping forward. “Scared, dollface?”

You bit your lip, your eyes locked on his.

"You won’t need to worry about my team’s name, sweetie. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” Your stare would’ve burnt a forest just by staring at the grass for a bit too long.

“Still can't win without relying on cheap strategies, can you?"

Minho settled his hands on his pockets, halfly staring down at you, as if mocking your height.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You chuckled lowly. You said it with a smirk, which Minho was fast to return. “Still stuck on that low-tier character, right? It seems like you need to step up your game, buddy."

“Oh, please!” Minho passed a hand through his hair, his tone hinting mocked amusement. He bent down lightly, his face in front of yours. “You're just a sore loser who can't handle a fair fight. Go back to your corner and cry some more, dollface.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We both know you're just jealous I'm better at this game than you."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dollface. I still manage to win against you. Seems like you're just bitter about losing."

The battle of comebacks kept going on, both of you stepping closer to each other with each sentence, as if about to throw hands.

“Ah, fuck! They do this every year!” Someone from your team approached the both of you while cursing. You ignored him at first, but then halfly gasped, facing your teammate.

“Jisung, I swear he started.”

“Yeah, Jisung. I started.” Minho cackled mockingly. “Tell Santa so I don’t have toys this Christmas.”

Han squinted at Minho. “Sure. As if I fucking care.” He then turned to face you, handing you a red shirt. “Yours. We’re red for the first round.” He stated seriously, taking on the role of team leader.

Minho and you stared at each other deeply just as Jisung flew the scene, missing how you two were basking in the glow of shared secrets.

“I’m team red, bunny,” you snickered at him in a smug tone. “You know what that means.”

“Superstition is for the rookies, dollface,” he said, his smile confirming the nickname you gave him was well justified.

No one knew the troubles the both of you had gone through. That’s why you smiled, knowing that when the round ended and you were both done for the day, —when you won, of course—, your boyfriend would still owe you a kiss.

All this mean smack talk was purely for the benefit of the other rival teams. Minho was happy to let you prove yourself to those who couldn’t grasp the idea that a girl in sparkly, cute dresses and what some would call ‘over the top’ makeup belonged in the competition. Minho and you both knew that one of the toughest rounds would certainly be against one another. You know exactly how good of a gamer he is, and likewise, his team had already heard about how your team had broken records during trials —named team Levanter, even if your endearing opponent pretended not to know it—, but there was no real animosity here.

Not an easy thing to hide, considering that to you it was obiously noticeable how Minho’s eyes hadn’t left your lips in what seemed like ten minutes. But yeah. No animosity. Just a knack for competition. And a bet that decides who’s making dinner for the night, but right now…

Right now was about the fight.

Both team Levanter and team Thunderous were sat in places, red vs blue once again as several cameras from the streaming platform that broadcasted the event were turned on, recording each player while the ref briefly introduced them with a loud tone for the crowd.

“Levanter, ready?” He asked with a smile meant for the thousands and thousands of viewers streaming online as the camera focused on him shortly.

“Ready,” Jisung smirked, to which everyone in your team logged in the computers before you as a response.

“Thunderous, ready?”

Minho smiled in your direction, holding back a chuckle when he noticed you had already been staring, then threw a wink at him.

“Ready,” he said.

You two exchanged a glance, openly competitive, any other meanings hidden between you two and the red thread that joined your little fingers, a silent agreement breaking the rules —the same ones you broke barely half an hour ago, when his lips consumed yours, or that you’re probably going to be rehashing the whole gameplay in your shared apartment and no one will know.

(And sure, you might do other things, too.)

The sound blasted in your headset when you settled it in place. You gave one last look to Minho, and he mumbled towards you with a smile.

“See you on the other side, dollface.”

“You’re the worst.” An easy shorthand for love you.

He smiled, and there was a knowledge that made your heart smile too, because winning or losing, in the end, you were coming back to his arms.

Your hands tightened and you cracked your knuckles, settling them back in place, one over the keyboard and the other on the mouse. You were nervous, yeah, but not afraid. This was your comfort zone. This is your comfort zone.

“COUNTDOWN,” the ref shouted, the numbers showing up in the complete view in the big screen behind him. “STARTING IN 3…! 2…! 1…!”

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

The vehicle shuddered when you closed the door with a thud.

You two stayed in silence for a bit, merely listening to the rain as the droplets hit the car nonchalantly.

“Can I be smug about it?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just ‘cause I ain’t that much of a sore loser, you get two minutes.” He scoffed with fake annoyance, which wasn’t truly worrying because he didn’t put any effort on hiding his smile, too.

You snickered, turning your body to face him, teasing him even before starting.

“But you owe me something first, dollface.”

You rolled your eyes. “It ain’t even that good of a nickname, Min.”

But then his hand, always a little colder than yours, swiftly gripped you by your neck, fingers stroking your nape as you held back a shiver, easily less than an inch away from him now.

“Would you rather I call you buddy?”

You smiled, eyes wondering where to focus, in a trance between his eyes, deep and enticing, or his lips, sweet and so stupidly kissable.

“Hurt much?” You pouted mockingly. You were obviously not expecting him to bite your lower lip.

He laughed, a menace he was, but he was quickly winned over —dare I say once more— when you pulled him towards your lips by tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Minho smiled as you let him take control.

“Your two minutes are over.” He whispered over your lips, leaving a small peck on your forehead before turning to the steering wheel.

You were about to complain, but that was before his hand, a bit warmer now, was strategically placed just a bit further up your knee.

He gave you a playful side eye.

You rolled your eyes again, to which he chuckled.

“Before you start snickering and bitching about what you want for dinner, princess,” Minho started speaking with a smile, his hand not leaving your leg as he started the engine, “seeing as I didn’t go to the grocery store and neither did you, we’re doing take-out.”

“That’s so unfair!” You argued as he manoeuvred to get the car out of the parallel spot. You stayed silent until he did, faking a pout. “You made me buy groceries last time I lost.”

He cackled. “Because I drive, silly.”

You glared at him. He grinned.

“I’ll call your mom.” You threatened. “I’ll make sure she takes the cats with her the days you have free.”

He gave you a stare with wide eyes once he encountered a red light.

“But honey, those are my children too.” His fake tone of worry was too funny to not burst out in laughter, to which he happily joined in.

“Shits and giggles aside, don’t,” he smiled. “Last time you did she told my dad and he still makes jokes about it.”

You acted smugly as you fetched for the aux cord and plugged it to your phone, scrolling down through your music app.

“Of course he does,” you snorted with a toothy grin. “I’m amazing. And even if we’re doing take-out I will beat the shit out of you if you don’t make lasagna before Friday.” You threatened again with a silly smile. “You know I can.”

He snorted too, his hand playfully squeezing your leg for a second.

“I know,” he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing patterns over your knee. “But we’re getting sushi tonight.”

The idea seemed nice enough, so in a silent agreement you settled on a playlist you knew he’d sing along to. Just as Wonder Girls started to play, he giggled, his hand tickling your knee —something as ticklish as confusing, really—.

“Cheeky.” He snickered, unable to not join in to your efforts into making the korean lyrics make sense, singing for a fun time, not a long one, specially when after Tell me finished, the next songs calmed down the upbeat vibe and soothed it sweetly, your boyfriend humming only when he concentrated on the road ahead.

He shoved you one of his hoodies that he had kept in the seats in the back, because he knew you’d show up with clothing that as beatiful as you looked with it, he just clicked his tongue and tutted at you when you tried to enter the restaurant after he parked, and sneakily locked the doors. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Put that on, missy.” He snickered, eyebrows up. “As funny as the idea may seem, cold as a concept isn’t psychological.”

You chuckled at his commentary, and quickly threw it on, a silly smile on your face when you realized that it smelled like him.

“Sure, Mr Charmer.” You shook your head sideways, smirking once he unlocked the car and you could open the door. “For the record, pretty boy, I’m just doing it cause you left money on the pocket.” You cackled and skipped inside the restaurant, with him chuckling just a bit behind you.

The restaurant was fairly empty, saving a couple of tables that were reserved for later and other customers that had barely started to eat.

You hid the twenty bucks bill you found in your phone case, and Minho pretended to forget about it when he saw you grin. You smiled at him gingerly, thinking where would it be a good place to put the it in where he could find it later.

He let you choose from the menu, trusting your taste and letting you pick the items for the both of you, doozing off slowly, distracting himself with the strange tipping device that the restaurant had on the counter top. Upon inspection, it was clearly a lucky cat figure, that when coins were placed on its hand, he’d just… eat them…?

“To go, yeah?” the young man at the counter asked with a tiny smile, wearing a small name tag that read “JEONGIN” in big letters.

You nodded, but noticed ‘Jeongin’ gave your really-interested-in-the-stupid-ass-tip-animal-robot company a look, and you stared at Minho too, scratching your cheek absentmindedly.

“Is he with you?” He asked nonchalantly, merely starting small talk.

You smiled. “Yeah. A girl needs a wallet from time to time.”

He snorted, nodding in agreement. “He’s… something.”

“Thanks. He’s rescue.”

You felt a hand slither into the pockets of your hoodie. Well. Technically his.

“Stop telling people that.” He huffed, laying his forehead on your shoulder.

Jeongin snickered at the two of you. “My boyfriend is a rescue too,” he winked. “This is his uniform, because he used mine by mistake and stained it with soja sauce.”

“Oh. So you’re not Jeongin, I guess?” You chuckled gently.

“I’m Hyunjin.” He corrected with a smile. After a bit, he handed you your order in a plastic bag. “It was nice to meet you two!”

You waved back with a sheepish smile as you two exited.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“WHAT?!” You screamed, the mic on your purple headset able to catch it flawlessly, as in response you started hearing laughs.

You stared at the screen, the music lowering as your character approached your house —or what used to be your house—.

“Y-yeah,” Seungmin’s voice chimed in, who tried to explain once more in between laughs, “Changbin added landscape mods o-or something,” he chuckled. “The storms can start fires.”

“B-HUH?” You frowned, trying to extinguish the fire that remained around. “Fuck that! What the fuck was Notch onto with this bullshit?”

Felix and Changbin still were unable to speak, as they continued to laugh loudly in the call. You went to Discord for a second, and muted them both. “You guys, shut up!”

They were muted, so you couldn’t possibly know if they had listened to you —most likely not—. Going back to Minecraft, you went in your house, and started looking around in your chest room if you had any wood to spare to repair the ceiling.

“Motherf- I gotta go chop wood?” You scoffed. “Brother.” You were starting to get pissed off, so you breathed in, fixing your glasses in position and your mind went back to the stream, and you started talking to the chat while getting the materials.

“Shit, I ran out of torches,” you cursed, going on your inventory to see if you had more. Oops. You didn’t. And you didn’t have much food either. Suddenly, zombie noises started to blast in your headset, several arrows hitting you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you used your shield, trying to find your enemies. “Where is this bitch?”

Minho went to the kitchen, that was a door away from your streaming room, able to hear loud noises coming from inside. He raised his eyebrows, wondering what could be happening in the gameplay.

“MOTHERFUCKER?! I DON’T— FUCK THIS SHIT! IT’S DISGUSTING. HEY, IT’S DISGUSTING THAT- THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. HE’S AN IDIOT. HOPE HE CHOKES ON LENTILS, FUCK!”

You stormed out of the room, encountering Minho barely a couple steps away from the door.

He blinked, puzzled. “I’m making lasagna…?”

You struggled to calm down, just knowing you didn’t want to lash out at him.

“Time-out?” He questioned, wondering if you wanted some time on your own.

You flinched when you finally realized he was in front of you, your shoulders lowering and your body physically relaxing as you sighed and shook your head sideways.

“A storm burned down part of my roof and then a creeper blew me up when I was trying to fix it.” You sighed. “And then Changbin stole all my materials.”

“Did you turn off stream?” He wondered soothingly, his hands cupping your face and lightly scratching the back of your head.

You shook your head again. “I just turned the camera and the mic off, but it’s still on.”

“And you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, one of your hands traveling to his. “Thanks, Min.”

He entered the streaming room with you, his arms over your shoulders.

“Where is she though?” Changbin questioned. “She’s not answering.”

“Dude.” Felix let out in shock.

“Lix?” Seungmin questioned.

“Guys, look at her stream.”

Minho left a peck on your head and ruffled your hair.

“Text me if you need anything, yeah?”

You smiled. “Thanks, bunny.”

You put your headphones back on, moving the mouse to turn on the screens again.

…maybe the camera hadn’t exactly been turned off.

You stared at the stream, eyes wide open as the chat started going wild.

…oops.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

~kats, who now wants to go play some minecraft.

#muak muak #sending online hugs and kisses #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 #katsreplies<3 #game on game boy — minho

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catiuskaa · 11 days

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ah yes, sheerey indeed, mhhhm

[hope that means something nice lol] [hope you liked it too!]