#hannie

BODYRACHA part 2

𝓗an 𝓐udio

₊˚♬ Been seeing a lot of you guys crying in my comments bout how you wanted more of this man so im here to deliver as promised. I really soent my whole day scouring and reading these so i hope you guys like em cause i personally don't gaf if you don't :p

SKZ fake texts

Pairing: bf!han x rockstar!gf

Warnings: language, fluff

About: Hannie and his gf match eachother’s energy perfectly

Note: Requested:) (not 100 percent happy with this but it’ll do for now, reader more of an idol than rockstar??)

Masterlist

Studio hours.

•Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

•Genre: Smut, porn with little plot

•Warnings: Profanity, explicit sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, spanking, lots of kissing, groping, praise kink, dirty talk (kinda)

•A/N: hiii! Ignore any grammar mistakes, I wrote this half-asleep, so there might be a few minor slip ups!

“I’m telling you! You should come along once! Me and Chan could—”

“No,” you cut Sora off, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna hook up with one of Chan’s friends.” She groaned. “But you haven’t even seen them! They’re hot stuff!”

Sora had been dating Chan for the past two months, and she insisted you met his friends at least once. She wouldn’t stop begging you to come along—but you didn’t budge. Not once.

“I don’t want to, okay? Just drop it.” You said, gently prying off her hand from your arm. She scoffed. “Fine. Your loss.”

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Later that day, as you were down the street towards your office, already late, you bumped into someone, your phone and bag falling to the ground. “Oh! I’m so.. Sorry.” Your words faltered when you glanced up, your eyes locking with a guy’s. A stupidly handsome one’s.

Short black hair with a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, black glasses, dark brown boba eyes, and when he smiled at you? God, the cutest gummy smile you had ever seen.

You swore that “(I just) died in your arms tonight” by Cutting Crew was playing at the back of your head as you stared at him dumbfounded. Had Cupid just struck you or what?

“It’s totally fine! I wasn’t looking forward either. Oh, here, let me—” he leaned down to pick up your stuff at the exact same moment you did, and your foreheads bumped, making the both of you wince slightly.

You stood up, rubbing your forehead, and you were sure that by now, the temperature in your cheeks was higher than the sun’s. “R-Right. Thank you.” You stammered, your hands trembling slightly from the nerves as you took your phone and bag from him hands.

“No problem.” He said softly, his eyes disappearing as he flashed you a warm smile.

You apologized once again before storming off in a hurry, leaving him standing there for a moment, before he started walking off as well.

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You couldn’t focus at all that day. Your mind kept replaying the moment you bumped into him, the moment when your foreheads bumped together, the moment when his fingers brushed against yours unconsciously as he handed you your things.

“Earth to Y/N.” Sora said, waving a hand in front of your face. “Huh?”

“Your pen is stuck on your cheek.” She stated. Oh. You had spaced out while resting on your palm. You sighed softly, placing the pen on your office table.

“Okay, spill.” She said, dragging her chair next to yours. You blinked. “What?” You asked, she tilted her head. “You’ve been spacing out since the morning. What happened?”

You slumped back against your spinning chair, closing your eyes. “I think I fell in love today.” You muttered, sighing.

“What?!” Sora practically screamed, before placing a hand over her mouth when a few colleagues turned their heads toward her. “What?!” She whispered.

“I.. Bumped into a guy today, and I just.. I got nervous. I never get nervous around guys.” You said quietly, smiling slightly. “He was perfect. Boba eyes, glasses, the cutest smile..”

Sora pouted in awe, smiling. “Aw, Y/N-ah! You’re in loveee~” she sang, squeezing your hands. “So.. What’s his name?”

A simple question. A simple question that made you pause. What was his name? You didn’t know. You didn’t ask. You didn’t know anything about him. “Uhm..” you scratched your arm, biting your lip. “..I don’t know.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t ask for his name?”

“I was late for work!”

“Yeah, guess what else would be late if you asked for his fucking name.”

“What?”

“Your period!”

“Sora!”

“What?! You said he was hot!”

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Later that day, at around 8PM, Sora was at your place, getting ready to go out with Chan. “So, don’t get angry..” she started, and you immediately sighed. “What is it?”

She paused, turning around to look at you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, a nervous smile on her lips.

“Chan will bring a friend along. And I agreed, because—”

“Sora.”

“He’s hot! And he looks like the guy you described this morning so I thought you two would match! Think of it as a double date with your best friend!”

“Sora.”

“His name is Jisung, he’s cool, he writes, sings, plays the guitar—”

“Okay.”

She paused. “What?”

You smiled. “Okay.”

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You dressed up quite nicely, despite yourself. A long turquoise matching shirt and skirt, you had your hair fixed in curls, and your makeup plain but pretty.

You and Sora waited outside your apartment for Chan and his friend to arrive. You leaned against the doorframe, sighing heavily. “Is Chan always this late?” You asked, smiling at her.

“Shut up. It has only been—Channie!” She exclaimed, running towards Chan as he approached, a bouquet of roses in his hands. She jumped in his arms, giggling as he caught her effortlessly. “Hi, beautiful.”

You could faintly make out Chan’s friend, which was behind Chan. You tilted your head, moving to the side to see his face.

Your breath hitched.

“Y/N, this is Jisung.” Sora said, ushering you to step forward.

Jisung.

There he was—those familiar boba eyes, the familiar pair of glasses. He had flowers in his hands as well, a nervous smile on his lips, which faltered when he saw you.

You stared at each other for a few good seconds before Sora eyed the both of you. “Do you.. Know each other..?”

You and him nodded at the same time, too stunned to speak yet. Chan smiled, draping an arm around Sora. “Well, work it out, yeah?” He said, walking with Sora. “Come on! We’re going to a restaurant.”

As they walked away, you still hadn’t moved, just stared at him.

He smiled then, before extending the bouquet out for you to take. “Here.” He said softly. “I-I didn’t know your favorite kind, so I got roses! They’re the most popular and.. Yeah.”

You smiled back, taking the flowers in your hands. “Thank you, Jisung.” You said quietly, your eyes shining bright.

After you opened the door to your apartment and walked to the kitchen, placing the flowers in a vase, you walked out where Jisung was still waiting for you. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you began walking down the street.

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You grew fond of each other really fast. You talked about hobbies, jobs, favorite colors, favorite food, until you stood in front of the restaurant, Chan opened the door as you and Sora walked inside, the guys following.

The waiter guided you to your table—the one Chan had booked, before leaving to let you settle. Sora and Chan quickly sat on one side of the table, of course, on purpose, before you and Jisung sat down as well. You all talked until the waiter came back to take your orders.

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“Oh! So you’re working on a comeback?” You asked, the question directed to both Chan and Jisung. Jisung nodded, smiling. “Yeah! I’d love to show you—” Chan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows at Jisung.

“Right! I meant.. When the album comes out.”

He totally didn’t mean that. But you understood Chan’s point of you as well. They weren’t allowed to link songs or lyrics before the actual release date. Bummer.

“It’s fine, I’ll just listen to the songs once they come out.” You reassured him, and Chan offered a thankful smile.

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After Chan and Jisung paid, you exited the restaurant, walking side by side. They insisted on walking you home, though you separated with Sora and Chan midway because they decided to go to Sora’s place, for.. Cuddles.

“You wanna do something fun?” Jisung asked, turning to look at you, and you raised an eyebrow. “Mm. What?”

He grinned, grabbing your hand before guiding you at the opposite direction of your apartment. “Hey, Jisung—” you started to protest.

“Just trust me. It’ll be worth it.”

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Jisung unlocked the door inside the JYP building, before flicking on the light. You stepped inside, your eyes falling immediately to the computers in front of you, and the recording booth. “This is where you record?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Yep. This is it.”

He closed the door behind him softly, before putting on the led lights, looking at you with a silent question in his eyes. You smiled. “I thought I told you my favorite color earlier..” you teased him.

He paused, biting his lip as he thought. Then, as if a light switched on in his head, he smiled proudly. “Turquoise!” He exclaimed, and you giggled.

He closed the main light, leaving only the led lights on, at a low setting. He settled down on his spinning chair, opening the computer in front of him. You sat down next to him, smiling slightly. “What are we doing?” You whispered.

He chuckled, and once the computer came to life, he pressed click on a file. A track. An unreleased song.

“I thought this wasn’t allowed,”

“It’s not, but I’m showing you anyway.”

You listened to the songs one by one, before you glanced at Jisung, watching him as he lit up a cigarette. “You smoke?” You asked, acting like seeing him smoke didn’t just turn you on even more.

He nodded, taking a slow drag. “Mhm. Do you want one?”

You didn’t smoke often, but you nodded, taking a cigarette and holding it up to your lips. He leaned closer, lighter in hand. “Stay still,” he murmured, his face inches from yours.

You looked deep into his eyes as he lit up the cigarette. You sat back, inhaling and exhaling the smoke slowly. “This is nice.” You said quietly.

“The cigarette?”

“No. This.” You motioned between the two of you.

He nodded, humming around the cigar. “It is.”

A few minutes passed by in silence, broken only by occasional statements you both made. You both finished the cigarette, stamping it in the ashtray.

You bit your lip, watching from the corner of your eye as he shut off the computer, before spinning his chair to your direction, his legs—God, his legs spread slightly as he leaned back. You smiled softly, tilting your head. “What is it?”

He just stared, his eyes obviously tracing your features. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “Just staring.”

You snorted. “Why? Because I’m beautiful?”

“You are.”

Your smile disappeared. You blinked once, twice. The silence stretched on for what felt like forever. Before you knew it, or before your brain could catch up, you were sitting on his thigh, your hands resting on his chest before sliding up to rest on his neck.

“Just kiss me already,” you murmured, already leaning in.

Jisung didn’t waste another second.

His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue immediately finding its way inside your mouth before tangling with your own. You moaned in his mouth, shifting slightly so you could straddle him properly.

His hands roamed shamelessly on your body, caressing your waist, your hips, thighs, before settling on your ass. He squeezed gently at first, but when you rolled your hips against his already hard cock, he grew bolder, his palms grabbing your flesh and groping it.

Your clothes were gone in an instant. Your shirt came first, then his. He unclasped your bra, groaning at the sight of your bare breasts. “Wanted to see these,” he rasped, sitting up against the chair to hold you better, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck and collarbone.

You sighed, fingers squeezing his neck before sliding up in his hair. “Jisung..” you breathed out, arching against his mouth. He just hummed, his mouth not leaving your skin for a second.

He took one nipple in his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he flicked his tongue around the sensitive bud. “So fucking warm,” he murmured, rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

You bit your lip hard, pulling at his hair harder to keep him there. “Fuck—Ji~” you sighed out, your head falling back. He pulled back before leaning up to kiss you. You helped him pull down his sweatpants and boxers, before moving to unzip your skirt, but he stopped you.

“Keep it on,” he muttered, his hand sliding up your thigh. “Turquoise suits you.”

Those words weren’t supposed to make you wetter than you already were, but they did. You grabbed his hand, shoving it inside your panties as you rocked against his palm. “Don’t tease..” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he smiled.

But he relented, two fingers pushing inside you easily, embarrassing so. He looked up at you as he bit his lip. “Already this wet?” He asked, his free hand pushing his fogged glasses up. God, that was so hot.

“Imagine how soaked you’ll be when I put my cock inside.” He continued, watching as your face contracted in pleasure, your hips stuttering against his fingertips as he curled them upwards. “Fuck! Jisung, I’m.. Shit!” Your orgasm came fast, moaning embarrassingly loud as you gushed around his fingers.

He worked you through it, and once you had calmed down, he pulled his fingers out, the empty feeling leaving you whimpering, before he leaned up, kissing you once more to swallow your moans. “Stop whining,” he muttered against your lips, shoving your panties down.

He lifted you slightly so you could push them down and off, before hovering over him again, his tip brushing against your folds. “Go on.” He said, leaning back against the chair as he stared up at you. “Ride it.”

You immediately sat down, both of you moaning at the feeling. “You’re so deep already..” you managed to say, your fingernails digging in his skin as you stayed still. He slapped your ass with both hands, one hand moving up to grip your throat. “I said ride it, not sit on it.” He grunted.

You moaned again, this time at his words. You complied, moving back and forth first, slowly, before he started guiding you, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. “That’s it.. Bounce on it like a good girl.”

You found your rhythm, hovering over him before lowering yourself down, then again, and again, until you were cumming once more, taking you with him. He released inside you with a groan, his nails leaving scratch marks on your hips and waist. “So fucking good,” he breathed out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Such a good girl.”

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His eyes were closed, breathing slowly through his nose as he lay on the couch with you on top of him, a cigarette between his fingers. He brought it to your lips, letting you take a drag before raising it to his own mouth. “That was perfect,” you whispered, exhaling the smoke as you closed your eyes.

He smiled, humming in agreement. “You’re perfect.” You glanced up at him, biting your lip. You cupped his jaw gently, pecking his lips. “You’re so cute.”

He snorted. “‘M not cute. I’m hot.” He said, smirking. “Mm, yeah, but cute too.” You insisted, stroking his chest gently. “I think Chan and Sora are gonna be very happy when they hear about us.”

“Yeah, they will be,” he agreed, stroking your hair. “I was going crazy when you left me standing there.” He admitted.

“Don’t remind me. I regretted not asking for your name.” You mumbled, burying your face in his chest. “‘m sorry I left like that, I was late for work, and—”

“Yah, did I ask for an apology?” He said, tilting your head up. “You’re fine. We’re here now, no?” You nodded. “I’m glad we are.”

A moment passed. “Why did you ask me to keep the skirt on?”

He shrugged. “Turquoise suits you.”

“You said that before,”

“Because it’s the truth.”