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HOST REQUESTED: Han Jisung

«ONE NIGHT AT BACK DOOR COLLECTION MASTERLIST»

HOST PROFILE 🔸Name: Han Jisung 🔸Attracts: Deviants 🔸Characteristics: An absolute perv who's perpetually horny [Needs revision: Minho, file shit properly istfg -Chris] 🔸Why patrons love him: He finds quirky things hot.

FAIR TRADE

📜4.7K words | Approx. 20-min. read 🖤HAN x Reader 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Perv!Ji agenda is thriving, lowkey mutual pining, sexual deviance, somnophilia, pegging, edging, oral sex, 69, cum swallowing, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

[3 new messages] Ace

Ace We received our patron files for Valentine’s I saw a familiar name in mine🤤 I’ve missed hosting you

An involuntary smile climbed to your lips when you read the messages, more so when you saw who they came from. Jisung. The guy you had the most bizarre relationship with. 

You first met him when a ladies’ night went sort of awry. When your friends told you they found a rich vein of inspiration for you, you thought they were going to take you to see some unconventional performance art again. It could be called performance art based on how you would interpret it, but you definitely didn’t expect to spend a night at a damn host club having the best sex of your entire life.

You Thought we could set the record straight You owe me a drawer’s worth of underwear Ace Bet I need some new ones for my collection anyway You Or you can stop stealing them! Ace LMAO good one Why do you think I tease you a lot before we fuck? I need those panties soaked with you Nobody told you to taste that good You You’re a sicko Ace

Ace. A nickname you had aptly given to him because damn did that guy know how to please. Well, it was his job to please, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to subscribe to his services like he was a fucking streaming platform. 

It wasn’t easy to do that whenever you wanted because the club he worked at had a ridiculous waiting list. Even if you wanted to book him twice in a row, there were no consecutive days available, and the dates closest to each other were four to six months apart. It was proof that miracles existed when you managed to score an appointment on fucking Valentine’s Day.

It was fine, though. If it meant eventually spending another mindblowing night with him, you could settle for passing the time in between with a vibrator.

Ace And you fucking love it 💋 Nudes? You Geez can’t wait till next week? At least be a little romantic about it smh Ace Nudes in the rain? Come on baby I really miss you Spare one for your Ace You You're lucky you're a beast in bed [IMG1095.jpg]

Then one night you saw him off his work attire, chilling with his friends at some club. He recognized you, came to say hi, bought you several drinks, lost his whole entire shit when you told him you were a digital artist making adult webtoons, and when you kept teasing each other for the better half of an hour, he asked you if you wanted to get out of there. You took him home, had atom-rearranging sex outside the bounds of customer service, and everything changed after that night.

Your friends were right. Jisung turned into the source of inspiration you never planned on having. You kept drawing him. You kept drawing him a lot under the disguise of practice. His broad shoulders you loved to cling to, his narrow waist you loved feeling under your touch, his magnificent chest you loved dragging your nails on, his perfect lips you loved to kiss, his smile, his eyes, his pout, his cheeks… You dedicated characters after him. You illustrated steamy scenes after the things you really wanted to do with him. Granted, you refused to tell him about your work for the longest time, but he forced it out of you during one particularly faded night. And being one of your avid readers ever since then, there was no way he didn’t notice.

But that was all there was.

Technically, Jisung wasn’t allowed to ‘date’ in order not to hurt his reputation with his patrons, not that any sane person would agree to date an escort in the first place. He was a salesman who sold fantasies to whoever was willing to take him up on his offer, and there was fine print to be followed for that. The full knowledge that this man was unattached and could belong to anybody who wanted him was one of them.

Neither of you really knew what your relationship entailed; you just knew that you enjoyed each other’s company a lot. From afar, it looked like being friends with benefits, but even naming it so suddenly changed things and put Jisung in a compromising situation. You had opted for calling each other ‘cuddle buddies’ instead. Two people who cuddled and just happened to fuck each other’s brains out every time they touched. You didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you, so you made it a point to never initiate anything, and you didn’t even have to, to be honest. Jisung always seemed to have an excuse ready to go to come and see you.

You still went to Back Door every once in a while to request him. The only difference was that you didn’t have to wait for months anymore to see him again.

Ace 🤯 I may have started salivating Can I come over? Please? Pls pls pls pls pls times infinity You Do you even care if you get canned? Ace OH COME ON!!! You never stay the night when you come in as a patron Let me fuck you awake again

And then he would say some shit like this, and effectively cause you to display a blue screen. Sometimes you hated how he knew exactly which buttons to press. It was pathetic to even think about it, but there was a reason you didn’t stay that you were going to take to your grave. Those appointments at Back Door were your make-believe date nights with Jisung. You just didn’t want to face the fact that he was going to do the same all over again with other people. Whenever you saw him outside the confines of that club you could still pretend you didn’t know what he actually did for a living. You weren’t judging him for it—not only did he not hide it from you, but that was also the reason you both met in the first place.

It was just more bearable this way.

You I’ll think about it when I see a photo with them Victoria's shopping bags Ace Can I come over if I buy you your precious lingerie? You Don’t give me attitude or else you ain’t getting any Ace 🤐🏃

One of these days. Maybe one of these days you could find the strength to say no to him and stand by it for once.

But it seemed like that day wasn’t going to arrive anytime soon.

“This is to replenish your entire second drawer, and this is for dinner,” Jisung handed you several brand-name shopping bags and a box containing a large pizza at your front door.

“Damn, you got here fast!” you exclaimed, genuinely surprised that he showed up at your apartment, “I didn’t think you would come at all.”

“How can I not cum if it’s you, baby?”

You slapped his arm with the bags in your hand and invited him in. After leaving the pizza in the kitchen, you walked to your bedroom to drop off the bags on your bed, and Jisung followed after you.

“Aren’t you gonna model for me?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t you think I deserve it?”

“You’re seriously asking for a bounty for returning what’s mine?” you cocked your brows, “You’re the culprit!”

Jisung was going to answer. He actually had a really witty comeback prepared, but when you turned around and stood right next to the soft yellow glow of the standing light in your bedroom, he could perfectly make out your nipples as well as the outline of your breasts under your white tank. He spaced out so hard thinking about them bouncing that he totally forgot what he was going to say.

“You okay there, Ace?”

“Huh? Yeah um…” he cleared his throat somewhat abashed, “Low blood sugar.”

It was odd, to say the least. He was actually proud of how unfiltered he was when it came to teasing you, throwing in innuendos everywhere he could, or flat out telling you brazen things just to fluster you. You were used to Jisung being audaciously horny; not to this.

“Then pizza it is. Wanna watch something while we eat?” you started walking back to the kitchen.

“Actually, a close friend of mine has a new movie out,” he returned to his default mode after slapping himself on the cheeks, “Shall we watch that?”

“You’re friends with a movie star?”

“I mean, duh?”

You handed him two bottles of beer from your fridge and plopped down on your couch with the pizza box. As you were settling down, Jisung logged into some website and pressed play. You were more than halfway into the pizza when the actual premise of the movie finally hit you.

“Ace?”

“Hm?”

“This is porn.”

“Why would you discriminate against the hardest workers of the movie industry?” Jisung exaggeratedly protested, “Just watch it! There’s plot, and the acting’s decent, I promise.”

You didn’t know what to be more surprised about—the fact that you were casually watching porn with Jisung as if you were binging a freshly dropped season of some show, or the fact that he had a close friend in the adult movie business. You had to hand it to him; there was indeed somewhat of an interesting plot going on, chronicling how a woman was exploring her sexuality with the android ‘sex doll’ she purchased, but pornwise, things on the screen were pretty predictable. Tame, almost.

Until she wore a strap and started going to town on this guy. As the scene progressed, you gulped so audibly that Jisung turned his face to you.

“You good?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah!” you jumped in your place, completely taken aback by the sudden voice. You were so engrossed in the scene that you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second, “Yeah, why?”

“You’re blushing.”

“Isn’t it natural? We’re watching porn.”

He grabbed his beer from the coffee table and sprawled on the couch with an annoyingly smug expression.

“Or, you really like what you’re seeing right now.”

You could try to be as casual about it as you wanted, but once Jisung picked up on something, he never let it go. There was no way he was going to let you live it down.

“It’s– It’s just sex,” you stood up from the couch, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll know if you’re rubbing one out in there!”

You went to the bathroom under the pretense of washing your hands, but the matter of the fact was, you were in dire need to hit your face with as much cold water as possible. When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you noticed how much you were indeed blushing, and your heart was beating so fast. It wasn’t how sexy the scene itself looked to you—it was the thought of doing this to Jisung and him liking it that almost made you combust.

For the rest of the movie, every time you were reminded of that particular scene, you put your brain in autopilot mode, thinking about things that weren’t even remotely sexy to clear the reddish fog in your head. Chairs. Seats. Stained glass. A church service. 

But wouldn’t it be the most extremely erotic thing ever to peg Jisung during a church se—?

“ALRIGHT, let’s just call it a night. I’m tired,” you jumped to your feet. 

He didn’t protest, turned off the TV, and just followed you to the bathroom. After both of you washed up, you went to bed with Jisung cuddling you like a clingy koala bear. His warmth always lulled you to sleep faster than trying to fall asleep alone.

Yet, every time your breathing became deeper, telling him that you were long gone from the conscious realm, it always awakened something inside him. Your chest was softly rising and falling, but his heart was racing like he was running from something as fast as he could.

Jisung had no idea why the thought of making you cum in your sleep was such a turn-on to him, but it was. During one of your ‘cuddling’ sessions, he just couldn’t help himself, and when you reacted so positively to him, he immediately picked it up as a habit, or more like an addiction, and couldn’t stop ever since. It was happening again—he was getting painfully hard just thinking about what he was about to do to you.

He carefully turned you on your back, spread your thighs apart just a measure, and started to slowly slide your shorts down. When he nestled between your legs, that sweet scent that made him go berserk welcomed him again. Of fucking course he was going to steal your lingerie; did you ever try tasting yourself?

He briefly basked in the warmth radiating from your body and finally started teasing your clit with just the tip of his tongue, really, really gently so as not to wake you up. He kept it up for quite some time until he could see you involuntarily clench around nothing. It made him smile. It always made him smile watching you throb like that because of him. Jisung wondered whether he was making you see a wet dream right then. Maybe you were finally letting him cuff you to the bed, making you cum over and over again until you were a panting, crying mess. Maybe you were making him beg to let him fuck you for everyone in the club to watch. God, he would put on such an amazing show with you, but no one would be allowed to touch you. You were his to please. He would satisfy you in every way you asked until he diminished you into a puddle.

As he kept turning himself on more and more with these thoughts, his drags on your sopping wet cunt became more intense. He stopped breathing and laser-focused on stimulating your swollen clit with very fast licks until he made you cum in his mouth while you were quietly moaning in your sleep. He swallowed every last drop, but it wasn’t enough. He could never get enough of your taste. Of your scent. Of your body. Of you.

The sight of your pulsating pussy oozing under him, covering your folds with heavy gloss through and through was enough to make Jisung lose his mind. His salivary glands were working at full force watching you contract hard like that. He took off his boxers with careful movements and gingerly slid into you. When he started fucking you even with those languid thrusts, it felt so damn good inside you that he knew he was in so much trouble. The urge to drill you into that mattress was so fucking real. You were definitely going to wake up.

And when he couldn’t control his pace anymore, you did.

“Wanna go faster?”

“Ah, fuck! Go b– Go back to sleep, baby.”

“While feeling this good?” you sighed contently, “I don’t think so.”

When you grabbed him by his waist and pulled him closer, Jisung buried himself into you with one sharp thrust until he reached the very end of your walls.

“God, I just love fucking you awake!”

“You’re a sicko, Ace,” you sleepily smiled. 

Jisung lowered his body to be closer to your face and reciprocated your smile before kissing your face off.

“And you fucking love it, baby.”

Valentine’s Day. That fucking corporate Hallmark holiday which was the peak of consumerism and blah blah blah…

None of those were the reasons this particular day got on your nerves. It was how the passionate filler episodes you released every February 14 could not be further away from reality. You usually spent this day alone, pretending you were ‘protesting’ it, when in fact it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to spend it with someone you liked. Maybe go on a disgustingly romantic date, do cheesy shit like holding hands while walking on the strip, and come back home to eat heart-shaped chocolates off of each other and fuck all night.

This year, you were indeed spending it with someone you liked under less than favorable conditions, but at the end of the day, you were spending it with Jisung in his suite at the club, so who the fuck cared?

“I have a surprise for you,” he declared while refilling your champagne glass.

“What is it?”

“I prepped myself for today.”

You checked him out from head to toe to notice some change, but besides the undercut he got, nothing really seemed different.

“Chanel suit, blue hair, and a tight belt to accent that waist,” you took a bite from the chocolate soufflé in front of you, “Looks like your usual host attire to me.” 

“Not like that,” he grinned and leaned into the table, “I have a plug inside me right now.”

When you dropped your spoon, it hit the thick porcelain plate so loudly that Jisung flinched in his place.

“W-why? Why? Why would you do that?”

“Let’s just say a little inspiration from last week,” he casually responded and took a sip from the bubbly drink, looking directly into your eyes in the meantime.

Your lips parted in surprise, but once the initial shock cleared, you started laughing hysterically. This man and his going overboard shenanigans… It reminded you of that one time you told him you were craving something sweet, and he brought back a two-tier chocolate cake after disappearing for an hour.

“Can’t fucking believe you would go that far for—”

You didn’t finish that sentence. You wanted to say for me but obviously, it wasn’t for you. It was for a patron. A paying customer. 

Jisung examined your face for some time, downed his remaining drink, and extended his hand to you to get up. He gently pulled your chin towards his face and started kissing your chocolate-flavored lips, very unlike his usual M.O. He usually lived up to his ‘horny’ rep—everything was on the fast lane with him. Sloppy sometimes, but always lustful.

But that particular night, he was kissing you so slow and deep that you got scared. You knew there was no more room for you in his life than you already occupied, so you really really wished there was a ‘Stop falling in love’ button somewhere at the back of your head to smash it until it broke.

“Go crazy on me.”

Rather than ripping the clothes off of each other like you always did, you both took your sweet time this time around. You felt yourself melt in his mouth with every button of his shirt you loosened. He felt his temperature rising the lower he dragged the zipper of your dress. There was something in the air condensing dangerously, prompting that kiss to escalate to sucks on tongues, bites on lips, heavy breathing, silent exhales turning into soft moans, and wetness on skin. Passion distilled at least six times to reach its purest form. 

Jisung placed the harness of the strap around you and pulled you to bed with him before you could even begin to feel self-conscious. He carefully took out the plug that was stretching him open for who knows how long and spread his legs for you.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

You almost lost your mind over how eager he seemed to be for this. You grabbed the lube bottle on the nightstand to get him comfortably slippery and then began pushing inside with shallow, careful thrusts.

“Tell me something,” you asked as you worked him deeper, “Why do you keep stealing my underwear?”

Jisung closed his eyes with a demonic smile and licked his lips before answering.

“So that I can feel you on my tongue when I’m masturbating to you, why else?” he snapped his eyes open and stared right into your soul as his hands sneaked to your inner thighs to lightly caress them, “I’m gonna cum untouched to your taste one of these days.”

“Do you masturbate to me a lot?”

“All the time,” he sank his fingertips into your supple flesh, “I want you, baby. I want you so bad.”

Who wanted the other more was up for debate. Jisung hadn’t really done anything to you besides kissing you and touching you from the waist up, but you were aroused out of your mind with just the way he talked to you. As he kept egging you on like that, you began fucking him faster, and the one thing you kept replaying in your mind over and over again for the entire week actually started happening right before your eyes.

The same moans when he woke you up from your sleep. The same sharp hissing sound when he hit that spongy spot inside you. The same enthusiasm when he buried his face between your legs. The same excitement when you told him you were about to cum. 

He liked getting fucked by you.

“Oh, god, don’t stop. Harder. Fuck. Fuck!!!”

“No,” you instantly slowed your pace way down, “Not this fast.”

Who the fuck knew when the next time you could do this was going to be? Of course you were going to savor it. You wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and kissed him as he kept touching everywhere on your body he could put his hands on. You loved his muffled, impatient moans against your mouth.

“Please,” Jisung kept panting between the kisses he was drowning you in, “Please, don’t stop.”

“You like that?”

“I fucking love that,” he emphatically responded, “Touch me there.”

He guided your hand to his throbbing cock, rock-hard and leaking with his arousal. He was so sensitive to your touch that one light brush of your fingers against his skin and he let out a loud whimper.

“Please,” he started begging in earnest while wrapping your fingers around his girth, “Please, baby. Can’t you see how hard I am for you?”

You smiled. Jisung was expecting you to cave, but you pulled out instead. His frustration was painfully apparent from that deep groan he let out. You undid the harness and removed the dildo from the o-ring. He was anticipating your every move, waiting for you to show some mercy and push him over the edge to get him to his delicious release.

“What if I kept fucking you,” you slowly climbed up his body, “but your dick was down my throat?”

You saw that maniacal glint in Jisung’s eyes. He was moments away from snapping for good and unleashing the beast mode. You knew for a fact whatever he said he would do past that moment was not going to be pretend; he would actually do it.

“Sit on my face before I cuff you to this bed and make you cum till you pass the fuck out.”

He lifted you up from your arms to prompt you to do as he said, and you could do nothing but oblige. He pressed your hips down on his mouth and finally felt the taste he never stopped craving on his tongue again. Those warm, wet glides all over your pussy… They were fucking everything. 

As he kept getting you dripping wet between your legs, you lowered your body to take him in your mouth and started fucking him. The vibrations of his soundwaves worked better on you than your best vibrator. The more hungrily Jisung was licking all over your pussy with obscenely wet sounds, the further you took him down your throat. You started fucking him deeper and rolling your hips on his mouth for more friction. When he felt the frequent contractions against his tongue, he started lapping at your soaking wet cunt at full force, and you felt warm strings of his cum squirting in your mouth. Needless to say, this particular orgasm was going to make it to the top three of your bangers list.

The post-coital protocol of your visits to the club was pretty much the same. Pillow talk with Jisung, shooting the shit about whatever, showering together, you dressing back up again and leaving. This time around, when you started putting your clothes on, he started getting dressed with you.

“What are you doing?” you asked him in surprise.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Why?”

Jisung heaved a very annoyed sighed and facepalmed himself out of pure exasperation.

“Can’t fucking believe you’re gonna make me spell this out. You actually thought you were just extremely lucky to get an appointment here on goddamn Valentine’s Day?”

“I mean… Yeah?” you took a moment trying to decipher what he meant, “You guys are usually insanely booked, so I did consider it extremely lucky. How else would I be able t–?”

“ME!” Jisung threw his arms to the side and yelled impatiently, “It was ME! I’M the one who begged Chris to let me host you on Valentine’s Day.”

Oh, there was simply noooo fucking way in the universe…

“Shut up.”

“Yes.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! REALLY?” 

Miracles, huh? Did they really exist, or did they just appear in the form of Han Jisung every once in a while?

“And he was… okay with it?” you asked, eyes still wide open.

“He said it was getting painful to watch how obvious we were being.”

“What do you mean how obvious we’re v—”

“Everybody here reads your webtoon, baby.”

“You fucking BLABBED?!”

Oh, great, now you had multiple reasons to be mortified because why the fuck wouldn’t you?!

“Felix found it! Said he was looking for inspiration for content, whatever the fuck that means,” Jisung patiently explained, “I told him only after he did rounds with everybody and said the main character looks exactly like me.”

Who knew? If you handed a copy of your collected works to the other hosts here the first time you walked in, would your restlessness have ended sooner? Would you have had the guts to tell Jisung that you were actually falli—?

“But… You’re not supposed to…”

“I know,” he flashed one of his bright smiles to you and pulled you closer to him from your waist, “So? Can I take you out?”

“Good luck trying to find somewhere on, what was it, goddamn Valentine’s Day,” you scoffed with as much pettiness as you could squeeze into that sentence. Jisung wasn’t even fazed at your retort attempt.

“That’s really cute. We have a reservation at Chiara’s in half an hour.”

“How the fuck?! It’s 10 PM!”

“They know.”

You scanned him from head to toe with a dubious look, “How are you so sure I’m not gonna say no?”

“Then I’ll go get shitfaced by myself,” he uttered very matter-of-factly and shrugged, “But you’re not going to.”

“Just how would you kno–?”

“You like me,” he plastered that annoying shit-eating grin to his face again, “As in like me like me.”

You could actually feel your face burn like a fucking radiator and you had zero snark left in your pocket to hit him with. All you could produce was a bunch of incoherent sounds. Jisung took the matter into his own hands and ended the discussion right then and there.

“Now we’re gonna go and critique tonight’s performance over some drinks. If you tell me why you drew Peter getting pegged in this week’s episode, I’ll tell you the reason why I’m considering quitting.”

So the declaration that he wasn’t even slightly oblivious to how you were feeling about him was not the biggest shocker of the night, huh?

“You would… You would actually quit?” you hesitantly asked, scared to hear an actual answer.

Jisung pressed his lips against yours and kissed you for a long time in response.

“It’s only fair trade, baby, don’t you think?”

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10XL |BangChan (WIP)

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You feel like blowing money and buy a 10xl hoodie for you and Chan to try and wear together for a cute Instagram couple video. You get all tangled with chan in the sweater and have to communicate slowly and move slowly to get untangled but you just let yourselves fall onto the floor and fuck in the huge ass sweater instead. No way are you putting this video on Instagram.. 😮‍💨

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Chan Hard Thought Visualizer

So we all know chan is VERY strong and has quite the bit of stamina so hear me out ... Chris holding you in this position while you just take it😮‍💨

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what the hell are we?

leeknow x female reader

warning(s): slight smut/nsfw, slight angst, drinking alcohol, arguing, swearing/foul language

summary: fucking leeknow with no strings attached was harder than you thought I’d be

romantic trope: fuck buddies to lovers

MINORS DNI

please enjoy!

“that was quick.” you break the irritating silence.

“I got somewhere to be.” the man before you replies coldly. tugging his shirt over his broad shoulders.

you lift your hips up and pull your shorts over yourself. “okay, where?” you stand up.

“it doesn’t matter-“

“you question me when I go out,” you interrupt, already annoyed at where this was going.

“so, where are you going?”

he scoffs, adjusting his pants. “I’ve been thinking about something,”

you shrug, patience growing thin.

“I met someone, a few nights ago. a girl, actually. and she made me feel things.”

“feel things? feel what minho?”

“like I don’t need this, I deserve a real relationship. not whatever this is.” he points a finger between the two of you.

“whatever this is—what the fuck?”

“don’t even. this is—was nothing but sex,”

you hold back. wanting desperately to protest, to fight back.

“what? did you catch feelings?” he finishes with a harsh question. not knowing his words just stabbed you in the heart.

“no.” you lie through your teeth.

you caught feelings for minho long ago. specifically the night he was inside of you, making you feel good per usual. and he did the unexpected.

he whispered in your ear that he loves you.

he loves you.

so what he was telling you now, felt like a bullet to the heart.

“I’ll be going, then. she gets off about this time.” he glances at the watch on his wrist.

“unbelievable.” you whisper. minho looks back at you, but you shake it off.

“m’sorry. we can still be friends you know?” minho attempts to lighten the mood, nudging you with his arm.

“minho, get the fuck out.” you snap. clamping your hands on both his shoulders and turning him around. you push him towards the door, watching as he protest.

“hey!—you really wanna end things this way?”

“I don’t give a fuck how things end, get the fuck out.” you take your hand off of his shoulder to unlock and swing the door open. pushing him out and slamming the door in his face.

you pause for a couple of seconds, expecting some reaction out of him. when you heard nothing, you took a few steps away from the door. your heart heavy. leaving the door, you walked back into your apartment. slumping down on your bed. inhaling and exhaling in hopes to soothe the awful feeling.

“fuckkk me.” you roll over to grab your phone, hoping social media would squeeze the sadness out of you.

when your close friend, jisung’s face popped up on your screen. you were looking forward to the social media soothe.

you pick up, pressing your phone on your ear.

“hello?”

“what’s up baby!” his voice loud enough to make your ears ring. he almost sounds drunk.

“what do you want, ji?”

“guess who’s having a party tonight!”

“you.” you sigh.

“how’d you know?” you could hear his pout.

“I don’t know—maybe because you have one always every night.” you laugh,

“I do not. are you coming though?”

you take a deep breath, “no, I’m not really in the mood.”

“why? what happened?”

“leeknow happened.”

you hear jisung shift, “what did he do?”

“he found someone, and told me after, after a fuck session.”

“oh, that’s fucked up. well, I mean there’s plenty of dicks in this world what’s so great about—“

“I don’t just like his dick, jisung. I like him. that asshole made me fall for him.”

jisung goes quiet for a few seconds, “well, I’m really sorry but—I need you at this party. your my sister. maybe you’ll meet someone better than him, you’re beautiful.”

you exhale, “fine. I’ll go.” annoyed at how you could never say no to precious jisung.

“good, great. thank you.”

“bye.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, ji.”

you pull your phone away from your ear, hanging up the call with a groan.

you drop your phone down near your head, staring at the ceiling blankly. you feel your eyes grow heavy and sleep take over you.

you don’t know how long you slept, but you know you did long enough for jisung’s party to be starting in an hour.

you don’t want to go at all, you want to stay in your bed and do nothing. absolutely nothing.

but if you don’t show up, your squirrel-like friend will be destroyed. so what choice do you have?

you enter the bathroom, flicking on the light.

you lean down and open the small drawer guarding all your makeup. you pull a black bag out and shut the drawer with your knee.

you retrieve your usual makeup products from the bag.

you decide to go for a darkish look, something sexy. you start painting your face, brushes gliding across your skin.

you feel a wave of satisfaction, looking up to glare at the girl in front of you, feeling on top of the world. 

you exit the bathroom, a form fitting black-dress already sitting pretty on the edge of your bed. waiting for you to slide your curves in it.

you retrieve a brush from your nightstand, brushing your hair until you were happy with the outcome. you’re very happy, your hair finally worked with you, not against.

you walk over to the bed, eyeing the dress again. wondering if you can pull it off.

“fuck it.” you strip, yanking your clothes off and tossing them across the room. you slide the dress over your legs first, then your ass, then the rest of your body.

you strut to the bathroom, almost gasping at your own reflection. you look—badass. and it makes you want to go out and buy a motorcycle, a leather jacket, and a badass helmet. you laugh.

“shit.” you inspect your body.

maybe you will forget about leeknow, maybe you’ll find someone new.

“thank you for the ride, changbin.” you take his hand as he helps you out of his car. he holds the small of your back, and it makes you feel things but you shake it off. he’s a good friend of jisung’s, though, you and him never really got to properly meet, he came across really sweet.

“no problem, y/n.” he gently pushes you infront of him, wanting you to stay in his sight.

you walk through the door, changbin follows behind you. the large house reeking of alcohol and sex, classic jisung party. the house is full of people, the music louder than your thoughts. different types of conversations, unfamiliar voices, glances, stares.

‘this is a party alright’. you pout, lost in thought.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink, you coming?” changbin interrupts your train of thought.

“I’m gonna go look for jisung, then I’ll meet you back here.”

changbin nods, disappearing into the crowd.

you brush past the unfamiliar people, making your way up jisung’s stairs. glad you were at least familiar with his house. you sigh, strutting past a couple eating eachothers faces off. cringing as the wet sounds fade.

you reach jisung’s room, feeling relieved it was him sitting on the bed, not a couple fucking.

“jisunggg.” you drag, reaching him and kneeling infront of him. he slowly looks up, his low eyes and red cheeks informing you that he was shit—faced drunk. you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“are you seriously drunk already?” you lift your free hand to push his hair out of his face.

“who’s drunk?—I’m not drunk—I’m fucking, yeah. I’m fucking good.” he stammers. his breath reeking of alcohol.

“okay, come on. lay down.” you push him down by his shoulders. you grab a small garbage can from the corner of his room, placing it beside his bed, right near his head just in case he has to puke.

“heyyy—I, hey, who said I wanted to sle—sleep?”

“me and those eyes of yours, lay back.” you pull his shoes off of his feet.

“if you need to throw up, there’s a trash can right here.”

“mmh.”

“you know what—where’s chan? is he here?” you question and jisung nods sloppily.

“he’s in the guest bedroom—I think.” he giggles, pulling his knees up to his stomach, curling up into a ball.

“good, he needs to watch after you.” you storm out of the room, slowly twisting the doorknob to the guest room. you swing the door open, thankfully it’s chan.

he turns to you, gaze softening when he realizes it’s you. “y/n.” he walks over to you, pulling you in a hug.

you wrap your arms around him, “I’d love to hug you longer but, jisung’s a bit of a mess right now.”

“Is he drunk?”

“yeah.”

chan chuckles, “of course, I gotchu.”

you pull away. “I can watch him, I don’t wanna stop you from—“

“y/n, it’s fine. I got it.” he reassures. running his hand up and down your arm.

“thank you.” you smile. chan shifts past you and into jisung’s room.

you thank chan once more in your head. making your way back to changbin as promised. he’s leaned against the kitchen counter. buff arms fixing himself a drink. “hey.”

he turns to you, “finally, here.” he hands you a cup.

“sorry, I had to get chan to watch jisung. he’s all over the place.” you take the drink from his hands.

you take a sip of the drink, eyes squinting at the overly sour, burning taste.

“I saw minho, he asked if you were here.”

you choke, changbin’s hand goes to your back in an instant. “why?”

“what do you mean why? aren’t you guys like—friends with benefits or something?”

“he just ended things this morning.”

changbin slowly nodds. “looks like he’s not over you, then.”

“he found someone new, he told me.”

“Is that her?” changbin points to jisung’s couch and your eyes follow his finger. it’s minho, manspreading with some brunette in his lap. and your heart drops to your ass.

“well, shit.” you can’t look away, even with changbin grabbing your jaw to force you.

“hey, fuck it. look at me,” you turn your attention towards him, but the image still flashes in your mind.

“it’s okay, y/n.”

you feel your throat closing at his words.

“no it’s not changbin, how can he—how can he make someone fall in love with him and just leave like that? how can he tell someone he loves them and just turn around and leave them for somebody else?—it’s not fair!” you slam your cup down, the liquor slashing you in the face. you cover your face with your hands, sobs escaping your lips.

you hate how vulnerable you feel right now. you hate how minho is the one doing this to you.

your heart began to hammer, “how come I fell in love and he didn’t?” you sniffle in between words.

changbin turned you away from everyone, not wanting anyone to see your hurt. he grabs the sides of your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“do you want to go?” changbin’s voice small and soft.

“please.”

“call me if you need anything!” changbin shouts from his car. you wave him goodbye, smiling at the genuine concern.

he watches you enter your apartment. making sure you get in safely before driving off.

you enter your apartment, kicking off your heels. you huff, entering the bathroom.

you stare at yourself in the stained mirror. “what does she have that I don’t?” you question, eyeing your body for the second time tonight. way less confident than before.

your phone vibrates in your hand, pulling you back to reality. you lift your hand up, gasping at the name across your screen.

lee minho.

you raise your eyebrows, wondering what the hell he could want.

you pick up, “what.”

“come outside.”

“what—“

“hurry, bye.” he hangs up.

you groan, making your way to the front door. when you swing the door open, you meet eyes with minho.

swaying back and forth at your doorstep. he lifts an eyebrow. “it’s a little cold, can I come in?”

“why are you here? where’s your girlfriend?” you cross your arms, blocking any empty spaces he could slide in through.

“we got in a fight.”

you scoff, “so you come back because you’re fighting? not because you want to apologize?”

“no—can we take this inside?” he suggests,

“you have five minutes.” you move, allowing the man in. you shut the door behind him.

he walks to your kitchen counter, pulling a chair back and lowering himself down on it with a groan. you follow, settling in the seat beside him. “okay, listen. me and her fought because I wanted to follow you out, I saw you at the party. I saw you, I saw you cry. and my first instinct was to follow you, make sure you were okay. and she got angry,”

he took a deep breath, “and we started arguing, and I ended up, bringing you up.” he finishes.

“oh god. what did you say.”

he fixed his gaze on you. “I said I should’ve stayed with y/n, I told her that you were better.”

“minho—“

“but she confessed to me. she told me she only wanted sex out of me. and I thought of us, what I said to you. I told you that there was nothing between us, that it was only sex. I didn’t mean that, y/n. I just—she offered to give me a real relationship, I thought you didn’t want a relationship with me, I thought being with her would make me stop hurting.”

“I did, I do.” you look down at your hands. too afraid to look him in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” minho turns your face towards his with his index finger.

you move closer to him. “you made a mistake leeknow, we all do. I forgive you.”

“I’m done,” he stands, walking to stand in between your legs. “that friends with benefits thing is done. I want to be more than that.”

you place your hands on his hips, “what do you want to be?”

he leans down, smashing his lips on yours. his teeth tug at your lower lip, his tongue sweeps in your mouth, leaving you breathless as he pulls away, allowing you a single gasp before slating his mouth over yours again.

you feel his body stiffen as you grip the sides of his belt, pulling yourself against him. far from patient with your kiss.

its demanding, forceful, you slide your tongue against his lips to draw it between your teeth,

swallowing the small surprised moan it snatches from him.

he pulls away, smirking. “I think you know what I want to be. will you be my girlfriend?”

“I will be your girlfriend.” you stand up and impatiently tug him towards your room.

HIS LEGS SO LONG WTF. I WANT LONG LEGS😭

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Arrogant

THIS IS SO PERFECT

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 :: 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜

You first met Choi Beomgyu when your brother, Taehyun befriended the boy back at middle school. It was mystery why you and Beomgyu would always argue at the most simplest things ever to exist. But by the time you turned eighteen, things started to change completely.

PAIRING : brother’s best friend! switch!choi beomgyu x switch!reader

GENRE : fluff, smut (not yet in this part), angst, brother’s best friend to lovers!au, crack, enemies to lovers!au, slowburn

WARNINGS : cuss words, the characters here are childish tbh🤨, beomgyu dated someone else, reader dated soobin, this part is just too cheesy for me i had a hard time to proofread it, mentions of blood, beomgyu kind of calling reader a slut on one scene

WC : 4.28k

PLAYLIST : (no chill • cheat codes ft. lil xxel) (stay • the kid laroi and justin bieber) (trumpets • jason derulo) (guess that’s love • ryan mack) (capital letters • hailee steinfeld and bloodpop), (cwjbhn • jake scott and josie dunne) (i guess i’m in love • clinton kane) (hey stupid, i love you • jp saxe), (sixteen • chelsea cutler)

AUTHOR’S NOTES : i know i’m on hiatus and stuff, but don’t worry!! i wrote this part like a week ago so i didn’t really do anything except copy paste the story from google docs here in tumblr. thank you so much for the love you all showed me on the first part of she got no chill! smut will be on the final and last part sooo stay tune ;)

PART ONE. | PART TWO. | PART THREE.

IT’S HARD TO ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AT ALL.

Beomgyu tried to act like everything’s cool—as if he never kissed his best friend’s sister just last night. But his racing heart was too much to handle, and not to mention he didn’t have that much sleep yesterday either. Your soft lips, your warmth, your sad voice, your eyes, it’s all replaying in his mind like a broken record. 

He thinks that he indeed went at least a little crazy more than usual. 

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