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linos-luna · 4 months
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Can you do most likely to be babied as they suck your boobs please?
Oh goodie! It’s definitely Chan, Hyunjin, Han, and Felix!
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Babied ❣️
MDNI !!! Smut ahead!
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Chan
At first Chan would be a little thrown off but plays along at first. But if your sitting on his lap, riding him as he sucks on your perky nipples, he will fall apart and eventually submit to you.
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Bouncing on his cock had Chan losing himself to lust. He’s been so needy all day and couldn’t wait for you to come and please him.
At first he was just holding your hips but eventually you took his hair and pulled him towards your chest where he instantly latched on. After a minute of sucking on your soft skin, you began to lightly moan your hips, making the man groan a bit.
“Aw, is my baby needy? Does he like sucking on my boobs?” You say almost teasingly.
“Ohh pobrecito (poor baby or poor little cute boy)”
Chan was blushing, saying nothing as he was lightly embarrassed but also moaned when you moved your hips again.
You held his head in a gently embrace as he sucked on your nipple. Something about the way you gently held him made him feel so at ease and he loved it.
Hyunjin
This boy loves to be praised! So if he’s sucking on your boobs while you give praise and stoke his hair he will become putty in your hands. He’ll even whine if you pull away from and shamelessly beg for your boobs again.
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After sucking him off —and making him cum like 3 times— you finally let him play with your breasts. He was exhausted and practically laid on top of you as he kissed and groped you.
You were stroking his hair as he harshly sucked on your nipple.
“What a pretty boy you are, Jinnie.” You said while moving some hair from his face. “Just my cute baby huh?”
Hyunjin’s heart was racing as you started showering him with praise. He couldn’t help moving his hips a little to get some friction.
“Who’s my sweet baby boy?” You ask while pulling his head up, separating his mouth from your spit covered breast.
“Ah—!” He whined, trying to get back to it. “Mommy I—”
Now it wasn’t very often that he called you mommy but you knew that when he did, he was definitely drunk on sex.
“Jinnie, Who’s my sweet baby boy?” You repeated as he looked like he was going to cry.
“Me! I’m baby boy!” He quickly babbled. “Mommy- Im baby boy! I want! Want—!”
He couldn’t seem to string together a coherent sentence and you thought it was adorable so you let go of him, only for him to go right back to harshly sucking on your soft skin.
You continued to stroke his hair until he practically fell asleep.
Han
He says he doesn’t like it but secretly he does. There’s just something so satisfying and nurturing about it. He loves the feeling as you gingerly touch him and say words of praise, telling him he’s a good baby boy and all… and then he’ll deny it again later
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Han let out an annoyed whine as you teased him, calling him a silly baby and all.
“Noona… ‘m not a baby-…” he muttered against your skin before continuing to suck on your nipple and pinching the other.
“Oh really?” You teased. “And yet you’re sucking on me like one.”
He groaned a bit as you stroked his length over his boxers. You were actually surprised they were still on, considering how wet they were.
“Agh- noona-!” He squeaked as you lightly held on to his length over the material and started moving a bit. You could feel his body getting more tense as you moved your hand and his soft moans against your breast.
“Aw my poor baby~” you teased. “Just like noona touching you as you suck on her boobs? You want more baby? Does my baby boy want more?”
Han was having a hard time thinking straight as you pumped your hand faster. You could feel his constant breathy moans over you skin and his cock was hard and twitched.
“Cum for me, baby.” You said while your hand was in his hair. “I want my dumb baby to cum in his boxers, can you do that?”
He released with a high pitched more, only panting against your chest as he tried recovering.
“Again… again…” he gasped while face pressed against your chest. “Baby boy…: baby boy wants more…”
Felix
He’s very shameless about it. He loves when you baby him. That’s all he wants after a stressful day. You find it so cute when he desperately whimpers as if begging you to do it.
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After a quite stressful day, Felix would go right up to you and tug at your shirt. You knew what he wanted and could tell he was exhausted so you removed your shirt and bra before sitting on the bed, back leaning against the headboard.
“Mommy pleeease~” he was Impatient and whined as he got on all fours in front of you.
“What a greedy baby you are are, Lixie.” You added as he pulled his own shirt off and got close.
He didn’t even use his hands, instead just going in, littering kisses on the soft flesh before sucking harshly.
“Looks like my sweet boy is needy, huh?”
“Baby! Im baby boy…” he added while still attached to your skin. You giggled and stocked his hair as he whined and whimpered.
“My mistake.” You teased. “You’re mommy’s sweet baby boy.”
He was content with that as you held onto him, a hug that was more like a hold. It made him relax and you could feel the exhaustion he had. So you stayed put. Letting suck on your breasts while holding him gingerly and giving small kisses on his head.
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thefantasyden · 5 days
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Needy Roommate Jisung
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Needy roommate Jisung, who could talk about sex all day. The mechanics of it, what interests you both. You know each other's deepst secrets and weirdest fantasy.
Needy roommate Jisung who is always glued to your side. You've been best friends for so long that nothing seems weird for you. You can't even have a bath without him sitting on the bathroom sink watching because he needs to be close to you. He definitely doesn't jerk off late at night thinking about how you don't bother to cover yourself with bubbles anymore.
Needy roommate Jisung who has never closed his door no matter what he's doing. You can't even count how many times you've walked past and stopped to watch him jerk his pretty cock. Sometimes (if he's lucky), you'll laugh and call him a needy boy before you leave. He cums harder on those days.
Needy roommate Jisung who gets you to try mutual masturbation with him one day when a particularly raunchy show has you both worked up and it quickly becomes a normal occurance for you both to be spread out on the couch, your head against his shoulder as you both touch yourself with some raunchy hentai playing on the tv. He calls it a bonding experience.
Needy roommate Jisung who lets you rant about your bad sexual experiences and immediately offers his services when you finish. Maybe he's a little jealous, but he mostly just wants to show you that none of your past partners deserved the experience of touching you.
Needy roommate Jisung who very easily becomes addicted to making you cum after he feels the way your pussy clenches around his fingers. Any time you even hint that you're horny, he's asking if you want his help.
Needy roommate Jisung, who walks in on you getting off alone and whines like you've kicked him. He complains about how that's not fair because you always do it together now. It's your routine!
Needy roommate Jisung who takes months to actually fuck you because he's always too pussy drunk and easily comes from the slightest amount of pressure.
Needy roommate Jisung who finally does fuck you and it's unbearable for him. He begs you not to fuck anyone else when he's about to cum and he swears he sees heaven when you're whispering in his ear that you're only for him to play with.
Needy roommate Jisung who always makes double of whatever he's cooking because it's the least he can do for his best friend on earth.
Needy roommate Jisung who never lets you suck his dick because he'd cum the second he felt your tongue on him and really, he prefers being smothered by your pussy or feeling your walls grip him as he presses inside you.
Needy roommate Jisung who jokes that you own him and feels his heart skip a beat when you smirk, telling him that you know. He couldn't even think of being with anyone else when you've ruined him and made him desperate to be with you.
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astayinwonderland · 3 months
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SKZ Han hard thoughts... | +18 MDNI
the brain rot with Han is strong atm so let’s go with some smutty thoughts on perv!han 
perv!han who can’t keep his eyes off you while you savour that lollipop. the way your pretty mouth sucks the tip as you innocently put it all in your mouth makes him painfully hard. that should be him in your mouth, crying, begging for you to continue-- "yes, please just like that--ugh!"
perv!han who gifts you beautiful mini skirts and short dresses-- not only because he absolutely loves your legs, but because that grants him easy access to your cute pussy. he gets hard when you get all excited and try them on for him-- most of the time it ends with him railing you against the nearest surface.
perv!han who in the middle of dinner with friends, let his wandering hands under the table and under your mini skirt. it makes room under your thong to tease your now wetting cunt-- just a little bit. he brings those same digits to his mouth as he looks at you, raising his eyebrows "so good..."
perv!han who eats you out like a starved man. he is desperate, you feel so warm, your taste is heaven-sent. all he wants is to drown in you, to have your juices all over his face. he grunts and moans as he slurps every single drop of your arousal. your legs tremble around his head, cumming for the second time in his mouth. when he finally releases you, he's drenched in your arousal. he licks his lips again and again, trying to imprint your taste and smell on his brain.
perv!han who has to excuse himself when he's recording-- he calls you from the bathroom stall. "please baby, I just need your help... i can't think straight i need you so so fucking bad". so you after teasing him for a bit you ask him to touch himself, to picture how his cock would be ruining you in that very moment. you hear his heavy breath over the phone as you request a video call. somehow manages to accept only to see you touching yourself. "you're so hot, baby i-- i-- ugh want you so bad" he closes his eyes, his face expressing exquisite pleasure as he cums with a loud moan you're pretty sure chan heard all the way to the studio.
perv!han who loves it when the boys are over and he convinces you of having a quicky. he rams his cock inside you so deliciously as his hand covers your mouth, drool slips from the corner of your mouth as he whispers the nastiest things-- "your pussy is so fucking wet, bet they can listen how wet you are... shit, baby-- best. fucking. pussy. my dirty, dirty girl. gonna cum? cum for me, baby. bet they can hear your muffled cries as well... fuck-- I'm gonna cum..."
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a/n: gosh I am lost after writing this...
this is pure ✨fiction✨ ˜ masterlist
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Pairing: Bestfriend!Han x Fem!Reader
Word Count: weak little 945
Tags/Warnings: Bestfriend!Han, oral sex (Han receiving), slight dirty talking, it's pretty much just smut I might do a part two I'll think about it teeheehee.
Summary: 15 minutes is all you have to blow Han's mind. There's always been this underlying attention, and for once you're actually given the opportunity to act on it.
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SMUT WARNING MDNI
"F-fuck oh my god, stop I'm gonna cum in my pants," He chuckles breathlessly, "Please, I can't embarrass myself like that."
"I'd think that would be kinda hot," You smile up at him, your hand still palming his hard cock right through his jeans, the material straining to its fullest around his bulge.
"Shit you're so sexy," Han breathes, his hips still rutting into your hand despite telling you to stop, "That feels so, so fucking good, I'm trying to stop but i-it just, ha," He whimpers.
"It's okay Hannie, don't hold back, please?" You whisper, your hands slowly undoing the button of his jeans, flicking it open with a pop.
"Shit, I'm not gonna last if you tal-" Han's words get stuck in his throat, his mouth falling open and his eyes shutting as your hand wraps around his leaking head, spreading it gently with the tip of your thumb.
His face is already so fucked out, so full of bliss that he looks like he could glow, but when you glance down at the palm of your hand, glistening with Han's precum, your body guides itself to get onto your knees.
"Wait, wait you don't ha–holy shit you're gorgeous on your knees," Han chuckles, his lips curling into a smirk as he looks down at you, a shaky hand combing through your hair in unvoiced encouragement.
You think about saying something, about biting something cheeky at him, but when you look up at Han, with his cock so dangerously close to your mouth, It's easy to swallow your own brattiness. Your hands hold him in place as you drag your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to his throbbing tip, swirling around between your lips before taking him into your mouth.
"Holy fuck," Han chokes out, dropping his head back as his eyes screw shut, "Shit, you-your mouth oh my god."
His praises urge you on, each compliment just a boost of confidence and boldness.
Part of you didn't expect that things would turn out this way, the other part of you hoped it did. There had always even this undeniable, obvious sexual tension between the two of you but you had always managed to hide it by calling it a close friendship. But friends' fingertips don't linger on each other's bodies neither do their eyes from across the room.
Han invited you to a gathering with the boys and those who had girlfriends came over too, so it was a large gathering for just a movie night. But things had naturally taken a turn when Truth or Dare was brought up. Of course, as the rest of the group wanted it - the two best friends were dared to stay in the closet for 15 minutes and Minho was the one who dared you to give Han a handjob.
Because everyone knew, except you two.
You didn't know that Han would be so pliant and willing, but he showed no struggle when you two were shoved into the cabinet under the staircase, not much space but enough for you to move comfortably and, to your surprise, enough for you to drop to your knees for him.
"God, t-this is the best fucking he-head I've ever had, fuck."
Blowjobs in general weren't exactly something you used to define as arousing. But, you realise in this moment that's just because you weren't giving head to the right guys, because looking up at Han with his perfect eyebrows nearly touching, his bottom lip roughly caught between his teeth and his body slumping against the dimly lit wall from pleasure, there's nothing that's made you this wet this fast.
"Ohm- my fuck, I-" Han stutters, and you're sure by the twitch of his cock in your mouth that's it's meant to be your warning that's he's going to cum.
Your lips somehow tighten despite the aching burn of your jaw, and your head moves even faster, causing Han to quite literally forget to stay quiet as he begins to moan even louder with the prettiest mm's.
His fingers comb through your hair, gripping tighter as he fights to watch you before his hips buck just an inch up to hit the back of your throat.
It's then that Han grips the back of your head harder, his demeanour shifting as his head falls back, pulsing his thrusts to hit the back of your throat as he releases his load into your throat.
His head falls back with a thud as his arms drop to his side, "Holy fuck I had no… no idea you'd be that fucking good."
You close your eyes as you swallow, telling yourself the taste was worth the experience, and just before you're about to reply, a knock is heard on the door and Chan's voice calls out that your 15 minutes is up.
You both scurry to your feet, and Han zipz up his jeans again. Just before you turn to open the door though, a hand grips around your waist and you whip yourself around just to be caught in Han's flimsy embrace as he straightens you with shaky hands.
"C-can we do that again? Sometime? I mean, not… not right now but I mean maybe if you wanna we could. I guess, I. Fuck I feel stupid."
"Sure," You smile, pecking his cheek quickly before turning back to leave.
"You fucking slut," Minho beams the moment he sees you emerge from the closet, "You gave him head didn't you?"
You smirk at him as you pass by, refusing to answer his whispered suspicion but you glance back, just to find Han smirking as he watches you leave the room.
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babyboyquokka · 7 months
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Where have you been hiding that body?
Pairings: Jisung x Reader
Genre: Suggestive/Smutty . 18+
Summary: You tell your best friend exactly how you feel about his latest airport photo...
A/N: Thank you for so much love on the last texts! I guess this is becoming a series? 👀 Felix is next
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tag list: @bunnyiix @acrylishly @imagine-a-life-like-this @maeleelee @cadenonlinelive @mxnsxngie @choisoorin
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killedpink · 9 months
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한 지성 | a special appearance.
🎧 masterlist !?
📷 synopsis: your very much pined over friend and coworker, jisung, discovers your cam show. luckily for you, all he wants in the world is to be featured on your show as your first guest.
📖 word count: 6.3K
📂 contains: camming reader, unprotected sex, filmmaking, coworker setting, friends to lovers, afab reader, mutual pining, i mention jisung's eyes a lot here let's not acknowledge it please, slight fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking, thigh riding, cum consumption, creampie
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when you started your camming business, you didn't expect it to grow in popularity. the website you used just barely scratched top three biggest sites each year, but somehow you still raked in millions of views across your platform. the pay wasn't too bad, either — it was enough to cover the expenses of living and then some, which is especially good once you take into account that camming is only a side hustle. you'd get on once a week at best, keep your identity private and in exchange be generously tipped. not a bad set-up, right?
until one day where your coworker (the only one in your workplace who you think about in detail during your sessions) grows awkward around you, which is even more heartbreaking considering you have good chemistry together. so, you approach him when you finally catch him alone when you're both doing overtime, and you politely demand answers out of his round, plump pink lips. jisung flushed ten different shades of red before his features settle into an anxiousness. "i found your cam show." his voice is quiet, his brown eyes avoid eye contact, his lips uttered the words quickly and with much restraint in his throat. your own brain had stopped working, a million questions in your head and yet you couldn't make sense of one, and instead of asking him a simple, "what?" you were too stunned to properly engage.
jisung cleared his throat, looking up at you with those big, brown, tragically round eyes of his, "i watched your show." his voice was much clearer, still low in sound and barely resisting the urge to mutter it as if it were a curse. although being undeniably embarrassed, you weren't ashamed nor upset with him. "so.. do you not wanna hang out with me anymore?" you felt your voice falter, catching on your emotions.
"what? no! no, not at all!" jisung all but exploded, eyes widening and enunciating every syllable, "i'm sorry, i really am. i just felt a bit awkward because you didn't know and i didn't even realise it was you until it ended — i only figured out it was you from your voice — i swear i am not a creep."
to lighten the mood, you lean into his bubble and mutter into his ear, "how was i?" and the proximity allows you to hear how his breath hitches and how the apples of his cheeks redden as he chuckles.
the both of you finish work and clock out together, and you cant help but notice how jisung hangs around his car, his eyes on you the entire time. "hey, listen, i could give you a ride home if you're up for it?" it's evident in his voice that he's not entirely ready for you to leave his company, and it's always a pleasure to spend time with him. when he starts driving to your residence it's like his brain is on autopilot: he doesn't ask for directions and he doesn't even ask you to clarify where he's going, despite only driving to your home a handful of times. he's attentive — you'll give him that. the palm of jisung's hand rests comfortably on your thigh, his warmth reaching your bare skin as your skirt rides up to make room for his hand, cupping the flesh of your thigh and affectionately squeezing it every so often, usually when you shifted in your seat to satiate the throbbing between your legs.
throughout the car ride, jisung makes little effort to engage in conversation with you. he barely looks at you, his gaze completely fixed onto the roads even when the car had stopped at a traffic light. it worries you — and you start to consider the possibility that he lied about being okay with your side business, or worse; he lied about your relationship still being the same, if there was any relationship left, that is. with a heavy heart and your mind screaming at you to not go through with your idea, you place the palm of your hand above his, completely enveloping his warmth. he's soft, his skin a tanned bronze and easy to caress: and you almost fall into that trap.
"you can tell me, if it's weird for you." you didn't want to hear how little jisung thought of you, but deep down, you knew he had the right to stay away from you if he felt that was best. you just hoped he didn't feel that way.
the first sign you get from him is a sigh, light and airy and the bridging the space between the both of you to his thoughts. "i know we're just coworkers, but, i really like you." jisung cleared his throat, your gaze catching his brown eyes for a moment. but, in that brief period of time, his dark, sharp, soft eyes — paradoxical, yes, — enchant you and whisper every nothing directly into your aching heart.
"and, if you're up for it, i wanted to.." he paused, trying to choose the right words as he drummed his fingers on the wheel, "to.. try it?" he looked at you for validation. "try what?" you turned to the side to watch him properly. as the car started moving again, it took jisung longer to find the words in his throat. "to be on your show."
you knew he pulled onto your driveway, you knew the comforts of your home were waiting for you, and you especially knew this was new territory that you weren't at all sure of how to navigate. regardless, you knew the thrumming in your chest was your heart beginning to flutter and you begin to grow addicted to the way jisung looks at you — it all ends in his eyes. life, death, rebirth, it's all the same to you when those round, furiously tormenting brown eyes stare at you as if you hung the stars from your mouth and let them slip from your tongue like honey. he's pure and he's rare and you fear you could shatter him with this dormant side of your life. but how enthralling that would be? to discover each other and touch him where your hands could never reach?
your fingers weave their way between jisung's, "okay. if you want to, i do, too." his eyebrows rise up in surprise and his pink lips part slightly. "i didn't expect you to answer so soon," you didn't expect to have an answer for him so soon, yet you found the words brimming the inside of your lips just as easily as you could think them.
you shrugged, "do you know when you'd want to..?" you trailed off, assuming jisung could fill in the blank, while he leaned closer to you and unbuckled your seatbelt, his hand deserting your thigh to unbuckle it and the other holding onto the buckle to avoid it colliding with you. from this position, you're taller than jisung, his head bowed down slightly, still momentarily focused on the seatbelt, and when he looks up at you, his lashes thick and his eyes round. the mesmerising, tragic witchery of his dark, onyx-like eyes haunt you so perfectly that you're unable to look away, hypnotised by the dusk night gleaming in his soft, doe eyes.
"how about now?" he murmured, and you're taken aback by his sudden forwardness. "now?" you echo, his dark hair following his head as he nods. "what's stopping us? what better time than now?" you hear the edge of desperation in his voice; he wants you as bad as you crave him, you're sure of it. his voice is low and rasp and slightly breathy, his words setting something ablaze deep within you and his smoky voice does little to quell the ashes igniting in the cage of your hips, and suddenly, all you can feel is that heat searing into your gut until it aches. your eyes flutter closed and you lean into jisung, his soft lips kissing your jaw; starting out timidly, but each press into your skin leaves him hungrier to taste you. his plump lips kiss your neck and he kisses the gasps that both start and end in your throat; he kisses them through your skin and you're sure he can feel when you swallow nervously.
your hands creep up into his hair before you can stop yourself, and like desperate, exploding stars, your eyes are immediately focused onto his, losing yourself into them as if you see something cosmically different each time. "you want to come inside, or stay in your car the whole time?" you tease, your lips curling into a pleased smile once you see jisung grin, his smile heart shaped and like every other part of him: hypnotic. "you know how to keep someone's attention," he muses, unbuckling his own seatbelt and turning away from you.
after a bit of ground-laying, and a short rehearsal which didn't even go all the way (which jisung insisted be done even more than you), the livestream is finally started.
people swarm into the show almost immediately, the comments moving so fast you can barely make out any coherent words behind your sex-blurred eyes. the tips are insanely generous — and you hadn't even gotten to any action yet. your audience hadn't seen you with a guest before, and despite you teasing it, you had never really intended to ask someone to join you.
all they get of you on their screen is your semi-naked body, your face obscured. jisung sits behind you on the bed, your back pressed firmly to his chest, in his lap. his hands slowly caress your sides, and your body is warmer than usual when he slips his hands into your inner thighs. the camera captures his soft fingers slipping into your underwear in high definition, the screen projecting a brightness your sensual lighting fails to — illuminating the way your knees want to connect like magnets as jisung's breath fans across the mouth-shaped circles of saliva on your neck.
you're pretty sure your soul levitates out of your body when he hums in your ear, his pink lips pressing kisses into your neck that you didn't realise you had been craving — and jisung scratched that itch just right. it was hypnotic and torturous at the same time. your hand fumbled for his, your fingernails digging into his tanned skin to anchor yourself before you reach delirium. and while jisung's index and middle finger circle your swelling clit under the fabric of your underwear, you realise with little to no effort that he touches you in a way you've never felt before. it leaves you carnally sinking into his swoon-worthy, tan build, the same way flesh knits together over a fatal wound.
he is your religion, and this feeling only intensifies as your back arches and your head lolls onto his shoulder the same way the brick of a cathedral is laid in an arch of brick. the most your frenzied audience gets of this is your chest trembling for breath and your hips rising and falling as jisung pulls his fingers away from your sex, glistening with his efforts and roping together in sticky strings.
you pull yourself off of his lap with shaking, trembling legs, and you stumble out of your panties as if you were drunk. maybe you were. you make eye contact with jisung, his brown eyes wide and lovely and deep inside of them you find the lover has replaced the coworker. his cheeks are beginning to flush and his lips start to swell, and he gives you a furiously charming smile that doubles as a smirk when you squint. the audience picks up on this chemistry, despite a large portion of it not being captured on camera.
crawling back onto the soft surface of the bed, you kiss and nip at jisung's neck, dragging your warm tongue over his collarbone. "take these off, ji," you whisper into his ear, careful to not let your viewers hear his name, your teeth grazing the shell of his ear as your hand groped the growing erection under his jeans. with the proximity, you heard the whimper jisung tried to swallow, his pinkish lips parted and his adam's apple bobbing.
you get comfortable in between jisung's bare legs, your hands resting atop his thighs, your nails grazing the exposed skin absentmindedly. the feeling of it melts the iron ball of anxiety in his gut, leaving only the torturous, blazing fire resting in his abdomen. jisung watched you with wide, long-lashed eyes, curiosity and that intoxicating lust-filled look shone down on you like a blessing. claim me, his eyes said, while the peverted grin on his face said temptress.
excitement burned between your legs, chaining you and influencing you. all your reserve was shredding away, your mind foggy and your body yearning, and weeping. you sank into his lap like a priest at a sermon, all devotion and no defiance. carefully, you introduced his cock to the velvety heat of your mouth, your hands guiding the weight of his cock to sit above your wet tongue. slow and experimentally, you sucked and licked his leaking head, just enough to get a taste of his rich, salty precum. it was enough to wet his cock and you slipped more of him into your mouth, greedily chocking down each morsel of jisung's cock. jisung fought to strangle down a single, pornographic whining mewl that sounded so unbelievably filthy that you couldn't help but smile onto his length. it must have looked obscene, or animalistic: your lips in a puffy wet ring around jisung's cock, your half-lidded gaze and your hands sprawled out onto the inside of his thighs and grabbing pathetically at the base of his cock.
all of your fantasies are given to your audience for just a moment. you hollowed out your cheeks and nuzzled his cock further into your warm mouth until his hard, velvety head prodded at your throat and just barely obscured your breath. jisung's sob died with his own breath, his hips rolling into your mouth and his cock twitching. your legs twisted like a sunflower facing the sun in an attempt to stimulate your own sex.
cautiously, you try a few slow bobs on his tastefully sweet length, his precum mixed with your drool coated his entire cock, and clung to your lips like webs. it was sticky and warm and it got between your hands and his base. you found a slow rhythm, tracing the veins on the underside of jisung's cock with your tongue, despite wanting so desperately to feel them somewhere else. you're almost certain that the microphone can pick up the filthy sounds of liquid sloshing around in your mouth and throat. you can hear it echo in your own head as your tongue traces his tip in circular motions. jisung's eyes squeeze shut, and his hands creep into your hair and appreciatively stroke your hair.
the pop of your mouth slipping off of jisung's aching cock almost bounced off of the walls. "i love doing this for you." your voice was low, not daring to let it venture past the bubble you and jisung have created around you. the image of him above you, his doe-eyed look spoke to you as if you were both lips to lips. his heart shaped lips were parted, half from mind-numbing pleasure, and the other from the soul soothing feeling of emotional intimacy. softly, your lips pucker and gently kiss jisung's swollen tip, softly insisting it be drenched in your love.
like the calm waves of the september sea, your hand falls into a pleasing rhythm which strokes jisung's cock so attentively that he revels in it, and in his mind he's sure he's going to re-watch this video over and over, until the entire feat is committed to memory. you rise and let jisung bring you into a kiss; your swollen lips glide over each other smoothly, pressing together with bruising mouths and bitten hearts, yearning for the other. jisung slides and scrapes his palms up your back as you kiss, soaking up every inch of your vulnerable, naked skin that he's allowed. you feel the smirk jisung makes through the kiss, and you realise he's taunting your viewers. he's telling them — daring them to touch you the way he can.
jisung kissed you so intensely that you can't even remember when he unclasped your bra, opening you up fully and laying you out like a delicacy made to be ravaged and worshipped all at the same time. when your clothes are nothing but a memory, jisung uses his teeth to appreciatively roll your top lip that was caught between both of his lips before pulling you off of his mouth.
you're grateful for this; you couldn't muster the inner strength to part from him yourself, but yet you couldn't even stomach being away from his cock for so long. you dipped back down eagerly to whirl your warm tongue around his heavy, leaking head. the corruption, the depravity for jisung always starts with the mouth, the tongue — the sheer, unfiltered wanting that leaves you so desperate that nothing else but him could even begin to be satisfactory.
he sunk down into you, swaying into your warmth and your efficiency. jisung worked his nimble fingers into your mussed hair, groping handfuls and tugging at the crown of your head. he pulled so tautly that it made your head burn, and burn it did; as well as ache. but it and everything else went unnoticed when compared to jisung's mouth watering cock rolling and gliding into your wet mouth. "y'look so pretty, angel, so pretty like this, fuck..."
dear god that's good. that's perfect, you realise. your free hand finds his in a daze, and yours clings onto jisung's so tightly that you feel his hard, unmoving knuckles press firmly into the soft, wavering pads of your fingers. you choke down the rest of jisung's cock in appreciation, your sex slicked lips slotted perfectly against his hilt, sealing and suckling him so that he was even closer to becoming undone by your mouth that evidently wanted nothing more than to be full with his rich, intoxicating taste. you traced the seam of his head, the natural crease in his velvet smooth tip where his body rewarded your efforts, sucking and savouring the taste of him.
jisung had already given himself up to the pleasure — he had already surrendered himself to you. his pelvis seared into your mouth, and jisung cried, a smooth and guttural noise that left goosebumps on your skin and your cunt aching. jisung rocked into you desperately, chasing the unfathomable pleasure you threw yourself into making for him. the sheer neediness of the act set another wave of lust and heat and dazed love to run its course through your naked body, still snug between jisung's legs.
the pull to jisung was buried deep within your skin which seared at his sounds, the heavy gravity of his soul called to you so intensely that you have no choice but to believe there is no heaven waiting in the clouds; there is no paradiso that dante could ever write that could ever make you a worshipper of his work – for your paradiso, your paradise is here: tucked deep away from the world and instead melted and nursed by jisung. you had no choice but to let his praise fall to your ears and his hands grasp at every inch of you he can find with his doe eyes squeezed shut so tightly that it's almost as if he manages to caress your skin in the dark.
you knew jisung was close. you could see it on his face. the way his brows furrowed and his slightly curved nose scrunched up with his boyish smile, all pink and heart shaped. with determination, you relaxed your achingly sore jaw and pushed forward; you fully leaned into jisung’s lap, your nose dug bluntly into the tan skin atop his abs. you were met with two things: the burning intensity of chocking on a mouth-watering cock, and the soundless cry that sprang out from jisung as if he were a stray coil. somehow, his cries and groans and praises were harmonious, unlike his hands. one scrambled to grip your hair even tighter; as if his fingers would never untangle and he accepted his fate, his digits pushing and pulling your head as if you’d miraculously fuse together. while the hand that you held onto clung to you so tightly you could almost feel the pressure of the bones in your hand being pressed taut to themselves. all jisung could comprehend was the hot, impossibly soft, smooth pulse of your throat — it completely surrounded his sensitive, spent cock, swollen and leaking and twitching as it untangled itself and gave its all to you.
every inch of jisung’s pretty, swollen cock stuffed your throat so intensely it left you utterly crazed. you were half sure, that from the sheer stretch your body had to do to accommodate him, that the shape of his cock would be carved into your throat; you could feel every inch, vein and splutter of cum pulse and fade into your throat so deliciously that you’re unsure who is enjoying this more: you or jisung.
you were lost in the rich, salty taste of him. you were swallowed whole by the scent of his sweat mixing with his cologne — cedar wood, and cinnamon, and rosemary, and a note of sweetness perfectly crafted to leave you lost and shivering from the mere suggestion of his presence. but by far, the most rewarding part of devoting the best part of half an hour to sucking jisung off was most definitely his mouth. in true jisung han fashion, he was loud and didn’t know how – or when – to shut up. he purred and whined and gasped, filthily and innocently at the same time — he was a walking paradox. you felt the vibration of his voice through touching him. his eyes, solid and teary, looked at you, cock still stuffed in your mouth, cheeks hollowed and red and your lips in a puffed ring around his base, drool and cum spilling out from the corners of your mouth, and he looked at you with no emotion short of lovesick.
his taste conquered you, and yet something in you wanted more. you couldn't rest. you were so mindless — jisung sung your praises so tirelessly that it left you star-struck, a devoted believer of whatever profound subtleties hid between his pink, pillowy lips. amongst the general mind-whiting pleasure and delectable sounds that seemed to blur your surroundings, your chat was overflowing with comments. you're not sure that the donations in the corner have ever ceased coming.
it was with great difficulty, that you were able to pull yourself off of jisung's spent cock. your surroundings slipped back into place as you did so, your mind untangling itself and your lungs burning with every short, desperate breath you took.
long, thick ropes of jisung’s cum and your drool clung to your mouth, stretching thinner as the distance from his throbbing cock and your sore mouth grew. crudely, it snapped and fell between you, smearing and leaving a semi-opaque memento on jisung’s tasteful length.
you hadn’t planned to go all the way with him. for your first session with a guest, all the way felt like too much. but your chat and the tips begged for it — you had never seen such large numbers on a live video of yours before. you wouldn’t object to fully fucking jisung, either. he was enigmatic in his movements, melodic in his noises and dutiful in the way he touched you. the entirety of the night you spent with him so far was very much like a religious experience: clouds parting, sun shining and angels singing.
you settled on his thigh, both of your legs straddling one of his and unsubtly grinding your bare, aching slit up the length of his muscular, well-carved thigh. jisung’s tanned hands wrapped around your waist, pinky fingers following the swells of your hips, and giving you that much needed stability to fall onto a rhythmic pace that only made you more obsessive over fully fucking jisung on camera. because even if you never get to do this again, you’re sure you would be able to feel the same way he makes you feel by watching the video again. you’re sure jisung’s touch would haunt you in ways no-one could ever fathom, or dream about. because if it feels that good kissing him until your head grows fuzzy, and if it feels that good sucking him off until your lungs burn, it must look even better — and you cannot imagine how it would look if jisung pinned your wrists and fucked you so terribly deep into your mattress that it felt as if he were using his hips to carve you into the bedding.
you wanted to immortalise this exchange. because dear god you might never have this opportunity again.
you kiss — and truly kiss. lips part and teeth clash, scalding tongue meets scalding tongue. your mouths trace each other’s and you feel as if you have become one elaborate person. jisung touches you exactly where you need to be touched without even thinking it, and you moan when he does. it’s both remarkably intimate and terrifying. remarkable, because no-one has ever came close to making you feel this way; terribly because you’re certain no-one can ever make you feel like this again.
your body yearns for him in unfathomable ways, terribly and deeply. you notice that jisung has a way — a talent, even, of simultaneously melting and setting ablaze every part of you. it is maddening and addictive at the same time. jisung put your roaming, explorative hands atop his shoulders, letting you anchor yourself onto him. your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades; your hands wanted to claw themselves into the muscle of jisung's tanned, broad shoulders. you wanted to pry him open and read all his secrets.
you feel jisung's wet cock press against the outside of your thigh, tender and persistent. your sex aches with the weight of an unshed orgasm — all consuming and begging to be released. your body leans into jisung's, your mouth finding the shell of his red flushed ear, your eyes catching on the way he grinned sinfully and leaned his body closer to yours. your teeth graze jisung's skin, your wet tongue prods his jawline, and your mouth scatters all over his neck, leaving no inch of his skin un-worshiped.
his lap is slick with your arousal, your hips rocking yourself onto the hard muscle of his thigh until the movement becomes automatic. your eyes gloss over you and jisung on the camera; his hands are mean in the way that they hold you. it's mean and possessive and his fingers are sure to leave bruises on your dirtily loved skin as he presses you into him as if he wants you to break.
from the proximity, you hear jisung's voice catch on a moan each time your hip bumps his swollen cock, his tip flushed a painful looking hue of pink and his length twitching and thrusting desperately just in case he manages to slide his cock over your sticky skin again. your forehead rests on his wide, steady shoulders and your fingers bury themselves into the curve of his bicep. your lips part to make way for your teeth, which dig into his soft, tan skin. your voice sinks into his body and your fervent mouth finds its home marking jisung's skin with your vicious, possessive love. your face is buried into the warm curve of jisung's neck and you hear how his husky sighs die in his thick throat, his heart shaped adam's apple betraying his otherwise impressive efforts of keeping his cool.
you're almost shocked at jisung. he walks around with an angelic presence, his innocent doe eyes and soft, cherub face is the picture of perfection. he's all softness, curves and sweet smiles. who knew he had a deep, piercing craving to be loved viciously and unforgettably?
your mouth releases jisung's sweat prickled skin with a pop, "no more," you gasp, the cage of your hips burning with filth and obscenity, your cunt still unclaimed by him and sobbing at that fact. "need you so fucking bad.." you let your teeth affectionately nip at his bruising skin. you let your voice fall quieter, "ji.. c'mon." you urge him, your hand falling to his cock and you push your palm against the underside of his sensitive cock, barely rubbing and yet applying so much pressure against his sweet spot that you feel his cock twitch as his hips thrust into your hand to chase your touch, infecting him with your pining for him.
before he gets the chance to flood your hand with his cum, you jerk your hand away and finally let the pads of your fingers sink into the slick, puffiness that is your neglected sex, your touch immediately onto your swollen clit. this time, jisung doesn't try hiding his sounds.
"fuck!" he draws out, almost growling in frustration, his eyes glaring at you. half-lidded and lust blown, brows furrowed and an unbelieving smirk all matched together on his face. all of it made you swoon. you are wicked, his poetically brown eyes say. jisung's groan replays itself in your mind, echoing and fuelling the desperate need for an orgasm in your body further.
jisung's hand finds a firm, cruel grip on your hip. they dig past the flesh and sit adjacent to your hipbone, guiding you off of his thigh while his other hand readies his cock, his hand wrapped around his base as he saws his searing head up and down your slick, ignored sex; it yanked a whine out of your throat when it caught on your puffed, tender clit.
jisung truly makes you suffer at his pretty hands. he lets you claw at his toned, muscular back — and he lets you sob and writhe in his lap, eager to sit on his cockmeat.
you needed his brutish grip on you to leave a bruise; you needed his touch to linger on your skin and you needed him to haunt you, in body and soul. you let his grip shape you into what he needs and you pray he can feel the agonising lust that gnaws through your skin, too.
the sight of his mean, thick cock torturing your raw sex looks better from above. you pity your audience: for all they see is a fixed angle. no video could ever do the feeling of han jisung's leaking cock deciding its invasion of your dripping, lustrously burning sex justice.
the room spins as you realise your positions have changed. your cheek is planted on the bed, head turned to the side to spot where jisung is via the camera. he looms over you, and it sends a genuine shiver down your spine. the most you can see of him; and by proxy, your audience, is a hard-edged jawline and scalding muscle that makes him look legendary. you're sure some wayward poet has written about him. jisung mirrors everything they stand for: strength, mystery and hypnotically good looks.
one of his hands wraps around your ankle, folding your leg in on itself, while the other prods at your wet, warm cunt. your head is dizzy as your sex flutters around his gentle touch — the pads of his fingers collect the slick pooling at your entrance and smear your slit, dragging it down until his fingers brush against your clit. you jerk at the sensation, cooling air on your searingly warm, throbbing cunt. jisung's middle finger finally, finally aides some relief to the white hot pain of neglect that burrows deep within your gut. experimentally, he lets his finger sink deeper into your sex until you feel the knuckles of his index and ring fingers prod at both sides of your cunt.
you struggle to catch your breath as you grow accustomed to the ascending feeling of having some part of jisung as close as you crave it. you tremble and sob into the mattress when he slips his finger out of you and into his mouth, it's audibly vulgar and he's audibly enjoying it. your fingers curl into the sheets and you let out a needy, impatient whine to urge him to touch you once more.
it's surprising when you feel jisung cup the curve of your ass and the swell of your hip in one greedy handful, and slides you onto his hard, delicious cock that soaks up every feeling of loneliness and neglect that was once nestled deep within your sex. the moan that spills out of you pours into the air, your lungs already taking a breathless gulp of air as you cry and wriggle under jisung's grip, your back arching in a desperate attempt to meet his cruelly slow pace. his touch burns into your skin that it's almost archaic. it sends you into a furore of passion, and even sex-mad you think jisung to be lovely. even as he beds you, and rolls his hips deliciously into the globe of your ass and brushes his cock head against your silky warm sex, you still swoon over the way he coos praise at you and lets breathless sighs flutter out from his heart shaped, pink lips.
slowly but surely, like a newborn calf gaining its balance, jisung sheds his coyness. he fucks you, truly fucks you, your arms pinned by him and therefore unable to escape him, and the force of his thrusts scratches that itch inside of you just right. the camera captures your body following the momentum of his thrusts and the way jisung's head tilts back, his throat exposed and his cock quickly gaining both speed and force to bully itself inside of your cunt, sculpting his hips against your skin. you want him to touch you until his palms burn, you want to be tangled and pressed against him so tightly that you cannot remember the feeling of want.
the rippling squeeze of you around him is too good to be real, jisung decides. he's sure he has made you up in a dream. his hand dips under your shoulders to hoist you up, your back arched and your head, like his, tilted back. "y'fuck me so well," you mutter out, your voice raspy from the never-ending onslaught of whimpers and moans and cries. "gonna come, ji." you grin, eyes fluttering closed and lips parting, brows furrowing as you lose yourself in the heavenly sensations jisung generously bestows upon you.
jisung, so mesmerised by the show you've put on for him, cups the dip of your back, nestles his face in the side of your neck and just loses it. his cock is so deep inside of your cunt that you're sure you can never be un-loved by him. the donations and comments flood in, making the need, the chase: the rush to finish come faster and faster. knowing thousands of people were mesmerised by you and jisung that it made his ego swell — and his thrusts adapt to an even more frenzied, brutal pace. you're unsure how you're able to keep up with his energy. jisung's libido is truly all consuming; he had your breasts bouncing and your moans stuttering with each dig of his swollen tip into your hot, drooling cunt.
your sweat tacked skin sticks to jisung: even your bodies were in agreement when your minds thought you wanted to fade into each other. and yet, you were each other's to tame. no part of you was free from jisung. he had claimed every inch of you, body and soul, you were bewitched by him.
you crumble onto him, your vision so blurred you can barely make out the fuzzy sight of the camera repeating the view of jisung fucking you. regardless, it shakes and trembles from the force used by jisung to fuck himself into your sex. the hot, wet silk of your cunt clamps around jisung in quick, frantic bursts of energy, and you sob through your entire orgasm. jisung kisses the edge of your jaw and strokes your side, all the while maintaining his brutally needy pace that made a mess of the both of you, your cum oozing out of him in episodes, and settling in a ring around the base of jisung's cock.
neither of you are sure this feeling can be achieved on earth, and as jisung's thighs finally tense and his hips stutter and a searing heat spreads throughout his body, you're sure you hear his body weep i love you, i love you, i love you, over and over until jisung's chest heaves with breath and your ears stop ringing.
as the both of you regain yourselves in waves, you realise the camera is still recording. you dutifully thank everyone for the tips, comments and for tuning in, and quickly end the session without a second thought.
jisung's eyes search yours for confirmation, and when you nod, his lips morph into a shy grin, his cheeks rosy and his skin shiny from his efforts. both of his hands cup your cheeks, his warmth seeps into your hazy, obsessive mind through the palms of his hands, and with as much tenderness one would summon to cradle a tiny, flushed baby, jisung presses his soft, soft lips onto yours.
with a hum of approval, he parts, and you're once more face to face with his big, round brown eyes, that holds everything your soul yearns for. "i have a free day next thursday. part two? we could spend the whole day planning..."
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777bin · 7 months
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oneshot! (smut)
pairing: jisung + y/n
author's note: if you don't like ideas that involve cheating/betrayal...then don't read this lol
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this was so wrong. your best friend didn't do anything to deserve this.
all that could be heard were the gushy, sloshed sounds of your cunt being stuffed by jisung, your best friend's boyfriend of 2 years.
the tension was already there, it just took 2 years for you both to finally act on it and the worse part was that you initiated it, he just didn't stop you.
but it all felt so good. you couldn't help but almost be envious that this was what she got to feel all night, most nights.
those nights you'd have to cover your ears from hearing all the deafening whimpers from the room across the hallway of your shared apartment.
it only bothered you because you wished it were you. it was when days ago, on a friday night, a movie night, that your best friend had jokingly asked for reassurance on jisung's appearance, not expecting you to admit that he was attractive. though unexpected, she didn't read too much into it, but it seems she should have.
the guilt was eating you up, but obviously not enough as before you tempted him, you waited for your best friend to leave the apartment to go hang out with a family friend that came to visit her.
when it was clear she left the driveway, it took you no more than a couple minutes to find jisung in her room, sitting at the desk as he was on the computer. you had walked up behind him, rubbing his shoulders a bit as he told you about the work he had to get done in order to help his group put out a new song.
"i bet you're stressed, right?" you'd softly whisper into his ear, slowly sinking to your knees to pull down the grey sweatpants he wore.
once you found yourself completely undressed, being fucked aggressively with your face suffocated into the comforter of the bed, what lead up to it became a blur.
you were definitely tired, but willingly to keep going because it felt too good. as he had you doggy-styled, tears welled up in your eyes as you came an excessive amount of times, your body weakening. you were drooling onto the mattress, attempting to get even a second of air.
it was such a mess. cum and tears stained the newly bought pink sheets, and there was no way you could properly get them out with washing them and changing the sheets just in time for your best friend to come home.
you just hoped you'd have just enough time to at least get a bath to wash off your iniquity.
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minminyoonjii · 1 year
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*based on an idea I saw, not my original idea*
A/B/O setting where one of the skz boys brings home the omega they have been courting to finally be part of the pack but pack traditions state that she becomes the whole packs omega instead of just the one member's. Therefore, the first time mating as a pack, all members need to be present and participate (or maybe whoever you see as an Alpha of the pack)
Maybe shy or even inexperienced reader? Like they quickly realized she doesn't know much about tradition?
Thank you ❤️
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❤️Ultimate Masterlist
💜Rules and Guidelines
🕯Summary: The pack had grown closer to you throughout Jisung's courting and tonight's the night you get claimed as a pack member. The only problem was you didn't know what you were signing up for.
💛AN
This is my first A/B/O-themed fic, I hope I did well.
🌹CW
Cunnilingus|Oral Sex|Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Oral Fixation|Bukkake|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Voyeurism|Knotting|Slow to Rough Sex|Virgin! Reader|Scenting|Bite Mark|Squirting|Aftercare
💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
🍄Wordcount: 3.5K
There it stood, the door determining how your relationship turns out. You gulped, "Do they know we're coming?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Jisung nodded, "Yup, they know," he said, watching your nervous figure. "Baby, they're going to love you," he added, rubbing your shoulders. You took in a deep breath, "I know," you whispered, staring at the pavement below. Jisung hummed, "This visit is the same as any other," he said, kissing your forehead. 
"Ji, what made you decide to court me?" you asked, knowing you were stalling. Jisung knew too, "Well, I just knew," he chuckled, holding you close. You rolled your eyes, "That's a shitty reason, Han Jisung," you grumbled, elbowing his stomach. Jisung laughed, not releasing his hold "Fine, fine. You drew me in, like a candle to a flame. I couldn't get my eyes off you, princess," he said, hooking his chin on your shoulder. 
You couldn't hold back your smile, "Alright, Mister poet. That made me feel better," you admitted, ruffling his hair. Jisung hummed, "I'm glad. Are you ready to head in?" he asked, rubbing your sides. You held your hands together, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, walking towards the door. Jisung smiled, "That's good enough," he said, following behind you. You raised your arm, knocking on the door. It didn't take long before the front door swung open.
"Hello, little one. I hope you're hungry because Minho made dinner," Chan said, letting you in. "It smells so good in here," Jisung groaned, scampering to the kitchen. You giggled at your boyfriend's antics "Is our pup treating you well?" Chan asked, pulling out a chair. You took a seat, "Yes, more than well," you said, smiling at the loud scream coming from the kitchen. Chan chuckled, "That's good. We can talk about the pack details after dinner, there isn't a need to rush," he said, holding your hand.
You nodded, relaxing under his touch "Thank you," you whispered, feeling the anxiety in your chest subside. Jisung wrapped his arms around your neck "Princess, they're bullying me," he whined, rubbing his scent all over your face. You pursed your lips, letting yourself get smothered in rich honeysuckles. Chan held the back of Jisung's nape "Jisung, you're getting your scent everywhere," he chastised. Jisung huffed, submitting to Chan's hold. 
Your eyes widened, seeing Jisung submit so quickly "Woah," you whispered, drawing a chuckle from Chan. "Hyung, can you let me go now?" Jisung sulked, blood rushing up his neck. Chan released his grip, "Is this common for you?" he asked, looking at you with sympathy. You laughed, "Yeah, but it's fine Chan. Though I do have to say, almost every piece of clothing I own smells like him," you said, stroking Jisung's cheek. 
Minho gasped, carrying a variety of meats "Han Jisung," he said, setting the food on the table. Jisung whined, "Hyung, not you too," he said. Minho glared at him, "You scented the poor pup's closet." he said, passing the plates around the table. "With consent," Jisung mumbled, taking a seat next to you. Minho looked at you with the same sympathy "I'm so sorry about his behaviour," he said, placing the food on your plate. 
You shook your head, smiling "There's no need to be sorry, I allowed him to scent my clothes," you said, taking a bite of Minho's mashed potatoes. "You smell so much of Jisungie hyung, I can barely smell you, Noona," Jeongin said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped, "That's probably a good thing," you said, taking another bite. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Why's that?" he asked, placing some meats on your plate.
"My scent is a bit strong, is all," you said, tasting the meat Chan gave. Hyunjin chuckled, "All of our scents are strong," he said, sipping his water. You nodded, "That's true but my scent spikes at any emotion I give off. It's better to wear a scent blocker," you explained, trying the meat with cranberry sauce. "Scent blockers aren't good for you, little one," Chan said, putting his utensils down. "Yeah, but my side effects aren't the worst, just a little rash now and then," you said, ignoring the concerned gazes from the pack.
Warm citrus surrounded the table, like a thick syrup of comfort. You finished the last bit of your dinner, leaning against Jisung's shoulder. He kissed your hair, "They wouldn't mind your scent, princess," he whispered, taking a bite of his meal. You hummed, "I guess," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Jeongin poked Jisung's arm "What does Noona smell like?" he asked, tilting his head. Jisung chuckled, "See," he whispered, rubbing your back. 
You huffed your cheeks, blinking your eyes open. "I think it's best you ask her yourself, Innie," Jisung said, patting your arm. You gulped, "My scent smells like berry champagne," you said, answering Jeongin's question. Jeongin nodded, "That sounds sweet," he said, putting his utensils aside. You smiled, "Is it, but it can turn sour really quick," you said, sitting up. Jisung stacked your plate on his, "I'll bring these to the kitchen. Go pick out a seat in the living room and make yourself comfortable," he said, kissing your nose.
You wrinkled your nose, making your way to the living room. "Little one, could you sit here?" Chan asked, gesturing to the seat in front of him. You nodded, curling up into the seat. Chan smiled, handing you a pillow. You buried your face into the pillow, melting into the scent of tonka. 'Very suiting' you thought, taking note of Chan's scent. "Since everyone is here, this is our first official night with our new pack member," Chan said, patting your head as he spoke. 
You preened, excitement buzzing under your skin. "Congrats Noona, you're finally our pack's omega," Jeongin said, stroking your cheek. Your smile dropped, "What?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Chan looked down at you, "What's wrong, pup?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips parted, looking into his eyes "What does Jeongin mean about me being the pack's omega? Wouldn't I just be Jisung's?" you asked.
Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't you know the traditions, little one?" he asked, keeping his hold under your chin. "Wh-what traditions? I wasn't raised in a pack," you explained, breath stuttering. Changbin tilted his head, "Are your parents rogue?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head, "No, I just didn't grow up in a pack environment," you said, averting your gaze. "Are we the first pack you got involved with?" Chan asked, pumping out his scent to calm you down. 
You nodded, taking deep breaths of Chan's scent. "Poor pup probably doesn't even know what she got herself into," Minho said, brushing your hair from your face. "Am I going to die?" you whimpered, heart pounding within your chest. Chan chuckled, "Of course not, little one. The tradition isn't a sacrifice," he reassured, wiping your stray tears. "Oh," you sighed, wrinkling your nose. "Have you ever mated with anyone during your heats, angel?" Hyunjin asked, looking at you. 
Blood rushed up your neck to your ears, "No, I usually wait it out," you said, feeling your face burn up. "You didn't try to ease the pain?" Felix asked, leaning against Hyunjin's chest. You whined, "I did, but I'd always lose my rhythm," you said, fading into a mumble. Felix cooed, "Aren't you adorable," he purred, leaning forwards. You looked at Felix then back up at Chan "What does the tradition have to do with my heat?" you asked, not knowing how to feel about Felix's stare. 
Chan sighed, releasing his hold on your chin "Pup, I need you to listen to the words I'm about to say and consider them carefully after. Can you do that for me?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You keened, deep purrs rumbling from the touch. Chan cooed, "I need a verbal answer, little one," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You shivered, furrowing your eyebrows at the sudden mind-numbing fuzz clouding your thoughts "Yes, alpha," you whispered, nodding at his command.
"Good girl," Chan smiled, letting you rest your cheek on his palm. You nipped the pad of his hand, licking right after. Chan chuckled, "You can scent my wrists, little one," he said, gently brushing his free hand on your scent gland. You growled, raising your shoulders in defence. Chan kept his eyes on yours as he rubbed the scent blocker off. You whimpered, biting into his palm in retaliation. Chan clenched his jaw, making sure the suppressor is gone from your skin. 
Sour champagne filled the room in waves, the tart scent of berries hitting the back of everyone's throats. Chan pumped out his own scent, hoping it would defuse the situation but it only made it worst. You gasped, eyes widening as you tried to catch your breath. Soft wheezing and stuttered breathing squeaked from your frame. "Fuck. Bin the windows, Min the ventilation," Chan instructed, airing out the scent-congested room. 
"You're safe, little one. Alpha knows it's a lot, but you're alright," he said, taking note of the subtle red spots on your neck. You whined, covering your neck in hopes that your scent would just disappear. Chan gruffed, gently removing your hands away "There's no need to feel distressed, pup," he said, kneeling in front of you. Thoughts spun through your head, "Why are you kneeling, alpha?" you asked, adding more questions than answers. 
Chan looked up at you, baring his neck. You gasped, taking in deep shallow breaths. "I know you want to scent someone, little one. Get it out of your system and scent whoever you want. The suppressions can cause your scent to build up, making it more concentrated than it's supposed to be," he explained, watching as you take in each word he said. You bit into your bottom lip "Can I?" you whispered, purrs rumbling within your chest. 
Chan nodded "Go ahead, little one," he said, not expecting your sudden weight on him. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist as you straddled his lap. You mewled, scuffing against Chan's neck. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, tilting his neck further. You whimpered, head spinning from the way your scent mixed with his. Deep tobacco notes from his tonka scent mingling with your refreshing berry champagne scent felt right. 
"It smells like an after-party in here," Changbin pointed out, melting into his seat. Jisung chuckled, "Intoxicated already, hyung?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Changbin's. "Definitely," he said, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. You panted, pulling your face away from Chan's neck. "Feeling better, pup?" he asked, taking note of your dilated pupils. You nodded, catching your breath. Chan cooed, "You smell so sweet, little one," he said, scratching under your jaw.
You purred, baring your neck for him. Chan chuckled, "Such a good omega," he praised, removing his hand. You whined, squirming on Chan's lap. "Little one, you don't know what you're doing," he gritted, holding your waist still. You squinted your eyes, breath hitching when you felt something twitch beneath you. Chan sighed, "Look at me, pup," he said, redirecting your attention. You looked at him, his hair tussled and messy from your scuffs. 
"The tradition isn't anything scary, I promise. I just have to claim you," Chan said, watching you regain your bearing. "How?" you asked, tilting your head. Chan rubbed your stomach, "Have you watched anything sexual before, little one?" he asked. You nodded, "I have. Is Alpha going to have sex with me?" you asked, playing with his fingers. Chan chuckled, "That's pretty blunt but yes," he said, moving his fingers within your hold. 
You gruffed, bringing his fingers to your mouth "Is it going to hurt?" you asked, nipping his index finger. Chan frowned, pressing two fingers into your mouth "Of course not, it's never supposed to hurt unless you want that on purpose," he said. You pulled his hand away "Oh, I always thought it was supposed to hurt," you mumbled, nuzzling Chan's palm. "There's so much you have to learn, little one. Do you mind if I teach you?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You gulped, "Okay," you said, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness. 
Chan kissed your nose, "Don't worry, pup. I'll take my time with you," he said, laying on your back. You yelped at the sudden shift, feeling a pillow perfectly placed under your head. Jisung smiled, stroking your cheek "Channie hyung is going to take great care of you, princess. If you need him to stop, say red. Okay?" he said, rubbing your abdomen. You nodded, spreading apart your thighs. Jisung chuckled, "That's our sweet omega," he said, kissing your forehead.
You whined, feeling a familiar throb from your core "It hurts," you whispered, clawing into the fur carpet beneath you. Chan lifted your hips, tugging off your skirt "Alpha knows, little one," he said, removing your slicked panties. You shivered, clenching around the chilling air. The scent of boiled-down champagne filled the whole room, thick slick coated your folds. Chan groaned, positioning himself between your legs "Absolutely gorgeous," he rasped, kissing down your inner thighs.
You shuddered, wanting to close your legs but Chan held them down " Alpha, pl-please," you keened, not knowing what you were begging for. Chan hummed, placing a soft kiss on your clit. You squeaked, flinching your arms to your chest. Chan chuckled, "So sensitive," he whispered, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. You gasped, bringing your arms closer to your body. "Alpha," you whimpered, arching your back at the stimulation.
Chan growled, making broad strokes between your slicked folds. You moaned, arousal building in your abdomen. Chan groaned, savouring the thick globs of champagne hitting his tongue "Fucking hell, little one," he cursed, slurping up your slick without an ounce of shame. You cried, sensitivity washing over you, "Al-alpha, I'm scared," you whimpered, feeling the coil within you tighten. Chan cooed, kissing your pulsing pussy "Don't be afraid and let go, pup," he rasped, lapping up your slick with more vigour.
"H-hgh," you whined, squirming from Chan's tongue. Chan growled against your sensitive nub, drawing a silent scream from your lips. You mewled, arching your back "Alpha!" you wailed, squirting your arousal. Chan moaned, head clouding with lust "Good omega, squirting all over your alpha," he praised, pulling away from your throbbing core. You stared at Chan with half-lidded eyes. Chan smiled, brushing back his slick drenched hair. "Fuck, hyung. I think I just came in my pants," Hyunjin said, palming his hardened cock. 
You sniffled, "Alpha," you whimpered, making grabby hands towards Chan. "Aww, are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, smothering your face in kisses. You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, baring his neck "You're doing so well, little one," he praised. You purred, letting his scent envelop your senses. Chan smiled, gently removing himself from your hold. You hummed, content with the warm fuzzy feeling. Chan stood up, tugging off his sweatpants and boxers together.
Felix whistled, "A full course meal," he teased, staring at Chan's length. Seungmin sighed, "Pixie, stop disturbing Chan hyung and come here," he said, spreading his legs. Felix giggled, kneeling between Seungmin's thighs. Chan shook his head, a smile etched on his lips "I hope your libido is controllable, little one," he said, booping your nose. You giggled, biting your lower lip as Chan came closer to your core. He slicked his fingers in your arousal, "I'll go slow, pup," he said, pushing his finger to his second knuckle. 
You whimpered, rolling your hips to his thrusts. Chan hummed, "Can you take another?" he asked, rubbing your clit in tandem. You nodded, "Yes, yes, yes pl-please," you begged, clenching his finger. Chan chuckled, slipping another finger beside the first "Good girl, just relax for me," he cooed, stretching your tight walls. You mewled, digging your nails into the carpet. Chan another a third finger, working you open for his hung cock. You moaned, whimpering whenever he curled his fingers against your g-spot. 
"I think you're ready, little one. Do you need me to stretch you further?" he asked with four fingers spreading your semi-gaping hole. You shook your head, sweat beading your forehead "Need alpha n-now please," you stuttered, getting impatient from waiting. Chan shuddered, using your slick to coat his cock "Alpha's got you, pup," he said, lining up his cock head with your pussy. "Please," you whimpered, making eye contact with him through your half-lidded eyes. Chan growled, pressing his cock within your walls. 
You mewled, letting Chan push your legs closer to your body with each inch he eased in "So big," you slurred, purring at the feeling of being filled. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours "You're still so fucking tight, little one," he cursed, rolling his hips. You gasped,  soft moans spilling past your lips "Fa-faster," you stuttered, cupping Chan's chest with your hands. Chan grunted, "As you wish, pup," he rasped, quickening his tempo. You keened, melting under his deep thrusts.
Chan growled, fucking into your warm walls with tender thrusts "Taking me so fucking well," he gritted. You whimpered, "Alpha, alpha, alpha" you slurred, pleasure fogging your every thought. Chan pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into the kiss, deep purrs rumbling within your body. Chan chuckled against your lips, quickening his rhythm. Your breath hitched within the kiss, accidentally clenching your walls around Chan's cock. "F-fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back. 
Your skin prickled at his raw groan, sending goosebumps down your arms. Chan shuddered, regaining his bearing "My god, little one. I don't I can hold back anymore" he said, rutting his hips. "Then don't. Please alpha, don't hold back," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. Breathy moans escaped Chan's lips. "Do as the princess says," Jisung rasped, stroking Changbin's cock in tandem with Chan's slow ruts. Chan felt himself losing composure, "Okay, if anything happens say red and I'll stop, pup," he said, hooking your legs over his shoulders.
You nodded, "Okay, alpha. Pl-please fuck me hard," you sniffled, heat spreading under your skin. Chan growled, staring at the subtle bulge appearing with each drag of his cock within your hole. "Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. With that, the remaining composure Chan held left. He pulled out slightly, drawing a loud whine from you, only to fuck you in one quick thrust. You choked on your whine, sputtering as Chan fucked you in a hungry daze. "Alpha!" you wailed, arching your back.
Chan gruffed, nosing your neck while keeping his unrelenting pace. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks at the constant pleasure setting your nerves on fire. Chan grunted, feeling his knot grow with each thrust. You bared your neck for him "Chan!" you wailed, pushing against his thrusts. Chan clenched his jaw, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit "Are you close, little one?" he asked.
Your body tensed up, bundling parts of the carpet into your palm "So so cl-close," you choked up, quivering under Chan's mercy. Chan picked up his tempo, fucking his knot into your walls. You cried out, feeling his knot stretch your walls further. Chan grunted, "Cum for me, omega," he commanded, fucking his knot into your pussy. "F-fuck!" you cursed, cumming around Chan's cock. "Fuck," Chan groaned, nosing your neck as his knot locked itself within you. 
He kissed up your nose, "Relax omega," he whispered, sinking his teeth into your scent gland. You mewled, writhing under his hold. Chan growled against your skin as your walls flutter around his knot. He rolled his hips and with one last powerful thrust, his knot snapped. A copious amount of semen filled your pussy. Chan pulled off your scent gland, "You're ours now," he growled, licking the mark. You purred, milking every last drop of his cum. 
Chan shifted your legs off his shoulders, "There's one more thing you have to do, pup," he whispered. Jisung stroked your hair, "This will be quick, princess," he said, cumming on your torso. One by one they came on you, coating their scents on your body. You giggled, tasting the citrus scent you smelled from the dining table. Chan cooed, finding you endearing "Our little omega," he said, scooping the cum for you to taste. You parted your lips, sucking Chan's cum slicked fingers till there was nothing left. 
Minho tapped Chan's shoulder, "Wipe her down, we'll get the bath ready," he said, handing Chan a wet towel. You preened under Chan's gentle touches. "The pack's bed is ready, there are clothes from everyone if you want to nest, princess," Jisung said, wiping the cum off your hair. You nodded, barely able to open your eyes. Chan chuckled, "Such a sweet and sated little one," he said, stroking your cheek. You gave him a dopey smile, "Thank you, alpha," you slurred, exhaustion catching up to you. Chan cooed, "It's our pleasure," he said.
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lix-ables · 6 months
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〄 SHOW ME, PLEASE — HAN JISUNG.
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NOTE. the day i actually write this, will be the ACTUAL end of me. yw ‹3
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just thinking about jisung finding out that you're the cam girl he's been getting hot and bothered about because he recognises the patchwork tattoos on your arm when he finally takes you out on a date. those years of being platonic, but also realising that he no longer needs to fantasize about what you looked like under those clothes, under his clothes because he's already seen you.
"so when were you going to tell me about that little side job that you have hm?" he asks on the fifth date, his fingers are snaking up your arm tracing the little strawberry tattoo you got at 19. you're leaning up against him, and this time you ordered takeout, which made you wonder what was taking so long so you could avoid this conversation with him.
"what side job?" you hum, moving your head to the side, giving him access to your neck as his fingers reach over to spread your legs. "the job where you tease the living daylights out of me and every other man or woman out there - your little corner of the internet where you take your lingerie off and play with your nipples," jisung smiles against your skin, feeling you breathe heavily. your lips part when he reaches for the hem of your shirt, his warm palm against your hot skin. "should i continue?" "no!" you hiss simultaneously, sucking in your breath.
"really? because i feel like i haven't gotten to the best part yet. i bet you find it amusing how turned on the people watching you get, especially me. fuck, the times i came when you came," jisung breathes in your smell, the light citrus with cinnamon scent hitting his nostrils as he moves under you, pulling you closer to his crotch at the same time.
"show me. please? let me cum for you."
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felixsramen · 6 months
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Dirty Wishes
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Warnings: masturbation, use of a vibrator, talking about sex in a public environment, I'm a whore for Jisung lately, I think that's about it.
Note: This is based off the song above. It's a really good song and it just got me to thinking. Jisung had been on mind 24/7. The title come from one of the lyrics from the song. This song just got me thinking though and that's how I came up with this.
Here you were another day at the same cafe you went to every day. Your best friend Jisung sitting across from you.
Jisung smiles that bright smile of his. You had been best friends for almost 5 years now. Jisung was jaw dropping gorgeous. Almost anywhere you'd go with your best friend he'd get hit on.
"You okay?" Jisung asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nod with a smile. Jisung smiles back at you.
"How'd that date go last week?" You ask him and he shrugs as if it wasn't anything. Jisung crossed his legs and arms sighing. Jisung did it a lot, a habit you've come to know. It may have seemed very feminine but Jisung could care less about that. He was comfortable with himself and could care less about others opinions of him. Maybe that's what had drawn you to him.
"The date wasn't anything special. We ended up going back to her place but the sex wasn't too good." Jisung admits and you can't help but laugh.
Jisung glares at you. "I told you." You say sipping the coffee he had paid for.
"Yeah yeah." Jisung says picking up his own coffee sipping on it.
"Are you going to start listening to me?" You ask him and he rolls his eyes.
"Lets say I do but then who am I going to fuck? You?" Jisung smirks at his words but you don't take him seriously.
You roll your eyes at him. You can't help but think about it though. Jisung was hot. You won't lie and say you haven't had dirty thoughts about him. You would never admit it though being that Jisung has a huge ego already.
"You have a hand don't you?" You reply back to him and he shrugs.
"Not as good as a mouth..." Jisung looks at your lips. "Or someone else's hand." Jisung says continuing on his sentence smirking.
"Quit being a pervert. We are in a cafe." You say and Jisung lets out a laugh.
"Fine. I'll stop teasing." Jisung says taking a sip of his coffee. Jisung looks at his watch and sighs.
You watch as he uncrosses his arms and legs. "I have to go meet some other friends and help them with some stuff." Jisung says now standing up. You nod standing up alongside him.
You open your arms for him and he rolls his eyes before hugging you. "Needy." Jisung says to you pulling away. You smile at him.
"As if you aren't." You reply back to him and he smiles.
"Mmm only when it comes to my best friend." Jisung replies back kissing your cheek. It had been something normal for him to do. Jisung was an affectionate person when it came to you. You never minded though.
You wipe it off and Jisung pouts. "You kissed other girls with that mouth." You say back to him and he rolls his eyes.
"I care very much about personal hygiene ma'am." Jisung says and you laugh at his words.
"Don't you have to be somewhere?" You reply back and he sighs once more.
"Yeah." Jisung mumbles.
"I'll see you tomorrow y/n." Jisung replies back and you smile at him.
"See you Ji." You reply back and he smiles before walking out. You grab your stuff before heading out to your place.
It was night before you had noticed it. Quiet and you were alone. You were left with your thoughts. Thoughts that now had you riled up. Thoughts about your best friend.
You sigh. There was no way you were going to be able to go to sleep with your best friend's words ringing in your ears along with the throbbing you felt in-between your legs.
You open your drawer grabbing the vibrator you had bought a while back. You never really cared about sleeping with clothes. You were soaking wet at this point. If only the brown haired boy had known the effect his words had left on you now.
As soon as you pushed it inside you the door creaked. There stood your best friend who now leaned against the door. His cocky smirk gracing his features.
“Need some help Princess.” Jisung made his way to your bed before sitting on it. Jisungs hair was a beautiful mess.
“Who are you thinking about?” Jisung smirks bringing a hand to your thigh. He rubs it gently up and down.
Jisungs smirk turns into a frown when you don't reply. “Aww what's wrong Princess? It wasn't me?” Jisung brings his hand to the vibrator that was still inside you with your hand on it. Jisung pulls it out before pushing it back in earning a moan from you.
You watch as Jisungs faux frown disappears. A smirk once again on his beautiful face. “Wasn't it me princess?” Jisung pulls it out completely. You quickly nod your head. Jisung lets out a chuckle.
“What? My words from earlier got you this worked up?” Jisung teases you by putting the vibrator at your entrance but not pushing it in.
“Please Ji!” You plead with him. You get another chuckle in response.
“Whatever you want Princess.” Jisung says pushing it in and out. You can't help but let out moans of his name.
“If only I knew you sounded like this I'd have done this earlier.” You reach out for him and he chuckles giving in and kissing your lips.
Jisung turns it into a makeout session slipping his tongue into yours quickly gaining control. Jisung continues to keep the rhythm of pushing the vibrator in and out of you.
Jisung pulls away earning a whine from you. Jisung chuckles at the way you let out moans of his name. He brings his mouth to your neck kissing it and leaving bites.
Your brain was practically short-circuiting as the man who you called best friend was now fucking you with your own vibrator. Jisung starts sucking on your neck trying to leave hickies. You didn't mind it though.
You needed something to ground you. Your hands go under Jisungs sweatshirt and your nails dig into his skin. You hear him let out a whine of his own. He was going to make you lose your mind.
You needed to hear him whine again. You dig your nails harder into his skin and know it'll leave crescent like marks on his skin tomorrow. Jisung whines once again.
The vibrator pumping in and out of you didn't falter though. You were so close. “Ji-Please-Close.” You begged and he speeds his movement up.
“Go ahead Princess. Cum whenever you want.” You don't last long before you cum. Your eyes roll back as your high comes over you. It lasts for what feels like minutes but you know what can only be seconds.
When you come back down you're in bed. No hint of Jisung. You sigh as you realize it was just another dirty wish.
When you finally clean everything up including yourself you sigh. Your phone lights up and you grab your phone from on top of your dresser.
“I know you're up. You should come over Princess.”
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goquokka00 · 3 days
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Want So Bad
This was requested by @mamnaimiefrankie, and so I really hope you enjoy!
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Summary: Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin were hanging out. Upon getting some munchies, Jisung asked Minho if he could eat some gummy candy that he had been aware his friend had, and Minho said yes. However, someone forgot to read a label...
Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)
Genre: Humor (I mean come on, Paboracha is involved, of COURSE there's gonna be humor), Smut (MDNI), fluff at the end
Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs, mention of cunnilingus, grinding, pet names, Switch! Jisung (man is whiny, needy, and begs a LOT), Switch! Reader, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, bunny fucking, scratching, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)
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Saturdays were always something that Jisung looked forward to. Sure, he loved being with you, as you two had been together for almost 2 years now, but he also loved spending time with his friends. Specifically, Minho and Hyunjin. And every Saturday, while you worked your shift at the nearby bakery, Jisung would hang out with Minho and Hyunjin.
These hang outs could be anything from watching movies, to playing board games or video games, to having deep conversations about the stresses of work and being idols, to being on the floor laughing about literally anything. It was fun for them, and they always looked forward to it.
Today wasn't any different.
The three men decided to meet at Minho's house, as his girlfriend was gonna be gone over the weekend to visit her parents. That meant they had access to the Nintendo Switch. And that meant they could play Mario Kart. A game they all liked, but only one was good at.
"JISUNG, NO FAIR!" Hyunjin whined, watching as Shy Guy passed the finish line in first. Jisung could only laugh as he watched Hyunjin and Minho struggle through the computers they were playing against, constantly running into bananas or being hit by shells. "You really can't take it easy on us ONE time?!"
"Where's the fun in taking it easy when I can wipe the floor with both of you?" Jisung laughed, watching Minho finally pass the finish line in fourth with Tanuki Mario. Hyunjin finished soon after in seventh with Princess Peach, practically throwing his controller down on the sofa.
"I think you play this game too much." Minho said, crossing his arms. Jisung could only shrug, standing up and stretching as the final results played. Jisung got first in the Grand Prix, while Minho got 5th and Hyunjin got 8th. "Find another hobby."
"No can do, sorry." Jisung said, watching Minho roll his eyes.
"Whatever." Minho said, looking to Hyunjin. "Let's do a round with just you and I, Hyunjin."
"Okay. I'm down for that." And with that, Hyunjin and Minho started a two-player race. And as they did that, Jisung walked over to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. After all, he hadn't eaten much that day, and he knew that he should eat something. Otherwise, he'd get an earful from you.
And so, into the snack closet he went. He always knew Minho was stocked and really didn't care about what he ate from his stash, so long as it wasn't any of his girlfriend's food (which had all been labelled after the Changbin incident 3 years ago). And sure enough, when Jisung opened the door, the closet was filled.
Candies, chips, pretzels...you name the snack, it was in there. But the thing that caught Jisung's eye was the gummy hearts up on the top shelf. They didn't have Minho's girlfriend's sticker on them, which meant free grabs. And so, Jisung took a good handful from the bag, before closing the closet and going back to the couch.
"Jisung, how do you drift again?" Hyunjin called out. Jisung quickly threw some of the gummies into his mouth, chewing and swallowing as he sat back down onto the couch.
"It's the right trigger." Jisung said, watching Hyunjin do so. And then he spun out of control. Jisung laughed as Hyunjin freaked out.
"You liar!"
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Finally, after a nice hang out with the boys, Jisung had said his goodbyes and made his way back to the apartment. He loved hanging out with them, but he also wanted to actually be home when you got home. He always felt bad that he'd return so late after you've gone to bed, and tonight he wanted to see you awake.
But...it was when he stepped inside of the apartment when he noticed how weird he felt.
The first thing he noticed was how hot it was. At first, he thought it was the apartment, which would've been weird since the both of you loved keeping the apartment cool for wearing hoodies. But when he went to the thermostat, it read 68°. Right where it always was.
And upon walking back to the living room, he noticed how fuzzy his head was. He wasn't dizzy, just...he couldn't focus on anything. His body felt like it was in the clouds, too. Not just his mind. That's when he noticed that it was him that was also feeling hot.
Okay...weird, but whatever. He could ride it out, and he'd be fine. Right? R-Right?
Well, that's when he noticed just how much his shirt was grazing his nipples. He...never noticed that before. Every movement caused the shirt to graze oh, so lightly against them, and it made Jisung's breath hitch. That wasn't the only thing. He felt like his pants were really tight. Really, really tight. And that never happened unless...
Oh...
Oh...
He had a boner. A really, really bad boner. He could see it through his jeans, and he could never see his boners from his jeans before. And that made him concerned. Not to mention how much it just...hurt.
He was hot, sensitive, hard...he couldn't think straight... what the hell was going on with him?
His first thought wasn't about figuring this out, though. No, it was about getting his damn pants off. They were just too tight, his dick was so sensitive and hard that if he kept those jeans on any longer, he might cry. And so, he did exactly that. And the sight afterwards of the hard-on in his boxers?
Oh, it was just worse.
Jisung just groaned, leaning back against the sofa as he ran a hand through his hair, squirming. This was so bad, he needed to fix this issue before you got home, he'd die if you saw him this hard and horny. It would just be straight up embarrassing--
But all of his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
Fuck.
Jisung's head whipped around to the door, his face flushed as you walked into the apartment, setting your bag down. And the second you looked over at him in your outfit you decided to wear to work? Oh, it just made him whine. God, this was so embarrassing...He didn't even know what to say. Thankfully, you spoke up first, still not noticing the issue at hand here.
"Oh, you're home? I thought you were planning on staying over at Minho's for a lot longer." Just the sound of your sweet and smooth voice washed over Jisung, making his cock twitch. God, you sounded so heavenly, he just wanted to hear you moaning his name, screaming out from how good his cock felt when he--
Immediately, he got that thought out of his head.
"I-I just wanted to surprise you, my baby..." Fuck, why did he have to stutter? He never stuttered; you knew he never stuttered. And so, he winced as you walked over to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Oh? And you wanna tell me why you just stuttered?" You asked. You didn't sound mad, just curious. But Jisung didn't have to say anything to you, because it didn't take your eyes long to notice the large tent in his pants. And immediately, your eyes widened. "Oh, Jisung, what--"
"I-I don't know, okay? I've been feeling really, really weird and-and I don't know why, I just walked through the door and immediately I just got horny, and hot, and hard, and I don't know what to do or why I'm like this, and-"
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down." You said, kneeling down to look at him. Your eyes were so warm and comforting, they always felt like home to Jisung. It was nice, and always got him to calm down no matter what.
"Sorry..."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Do you want me to call Minho and see what's going on?" You offered. "Knowing him and Yejin, they'd know what's up with you."
"Ye-Yeah, okay..." Jisung said. It made sense. After all, he knew that Minho and Yejin were a freaky couple. They've tried everything under the sun, and had sex all the time. So if anyone would know, it'd be them.
And so, that's what you did. You dialed Minho's number, waiting for him to answer. And he picked up after the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Minho." You greeted, hearing his audible sigh on the other end of the line, as well as a moan.
"Okay, what did I do this time? And can it please hurry, I'm in the middle of something." Minho grumbled.
"I'm sure you can spare getting your dick wet for 5 seconds so you can tell me what's wrong with my significant other."
"What do you mean? Is he dying or something?"
"No, but he's hornier than a dog in heat."
"Well, that's probably because he thinks you're hot. Can I get back to going down on my girlfriend now--"
"No, because he doesn't get that horny when it's just me. He's literally panting and is non-stop squirming."
"Oh. OOOHHH--"
"What, oh?"
"Shit, I knew we didn't use that many!" Minho waited a second, getting a question from Yejin. You couldn't quite make it out, but you definitely heard the response. "Well duh, we literally just bought those gummies a few days ago!"
"The gummies? What gummies?" You asked.
"The gummies?" Jisung also asked, feeling his heart drop.
"Yeah, so, Yejin and I invested in some aphrodisiac gummies a few days ago. They look like hearts, kinda coated in some sugar, they're actually pretty damn good. But you shouldn't eat like, more than 5, I think."
"Did you eat heart shaped gummies covered in sugar?" You asked Jisung, watching him go pale at the question. And his lack of an answer gave you all of the information you needed to know. "Jisung!"
"I was hungry, okay! And they were in the snack closet, so I thought they were good!" Jisung whined.
"Why the hell would aphrodisiac gummies be kept in a fucking snack closet?!"
"I didn't know where else to put them, so I put them in the top of the shelf." And that resulted in Minho getting an earful from Yejin. You could only roll your eyes, hanging the call up.
"Okay, so you ate a few laced gummies that will make you horny. That's fine." You said, going back over to Jisung, giving him a small smile.
"I-I'm sorry, my baby, I-I should've read the packaging, I-"
"Jisung, it's fine. Really, it's not like we haven't fucked before, right?" You asked him, going to straddle his lap. Jisung immediately blushed, seeing you on top of him. It was a beautiful sight, one of his favorites. But in this situation?
"Wa-Wait, I don't know about this...I don't think I can control myself, baby." Jisung told you. "I-I don't wanna end up hurting you or anything..."
"Then let me be the one to help you, okay?" You told him, kissing his cheek. That's when you lowered yourself over his boxers, your shorts grazing against his boner deliciously. Jisung let out a pathetic moan, throwing his head back at the feeling. "Can I help you out, Sungie?"
"God...please, baby..." As Jisung spoke, he bucked his hips up against yours, moaning at the feeling of grinding up against you. And with that, you smiled, pulling him into a kiss.
The two of you grinded against each other as you made out, Jisung moaning out like he hadn't been touched in his life. The kiss you both shared was messy and sloppy, but Jisung loved it like that. And so did you. And his tongue immediately went to exploring your mouth, only making the kiss sloppier.
But before long, Jisung pulled away, getting louder. It was an indicator that he was getting close already. You immediately slowed down, watching his brow furrow and his jaw hang open. You knew that look. But when you heard the displeased whine of you slowing down, you were shocked.
"N-No, gunna--please, baby, lemme cum..." Jisung whined, looking up at you. God, his pouty lips, the way his eyes begged you for that sweet release...You couldn't help it.
"Fuck, baby..." You groaned, sliding off of Jisung. You immediately took your shirt off, as well as your bra before slipping his boxers down, seeing his angry cock spring up and slap his stomach, leaking precum.
You didn't even stop to admire him like you usually did, you immediately gripped him and put his tip into your mouth, sucking. You let your spit leak from the sides of your mouth, making it as wet as possible. And Jisung immediately wailed, bucking his hips up at the feeling.
"Hoooly fucking shit! Oh, please, just like that baby...I...I'm gonna fucking blow, oh my god! Keep--Keep going, please!" Jisung moaned out, closing his eyes and clenching his thighs. God, your mouth always felt so damn good to him, he could never get enough of it.
And sure enough, he came a few seconds later.
"Cu-Cumming! I'm cumming, oh...fuck, keep--keep me in, baby!" Jisung cried out, holding your head down on him. You did as told, staying put as he shot his seed into your mouth. And once you were sure he was finished, you slowly lifted up and off of him, swallowing his load. And that got a low groan out of him. "Holy shit, baby...you're so hot..."
You just giggled, moving back up to him and pecking his lips. Jisung could only whine though, still feeling weird. And you were quick to notice. Your eyes immediately grew concerned, looking down to see that he was still hard.
"How...what?" You questioned. His cock was practically inflating like a balloon, ready to go again within a few seconds. Your gaze went back to Jisung, who was already starting to softly whine again. "How many of those gummies did you eat?"
"I-I don't know, maybe like, 13?" Jisung guessed, making your eyes widen.
"Minho said that the recommended dosage was only 5..." You trailed, looking back down at Jisung's cock. Once again, it was leaking precum with an angry red tip. And once you heard Jisung whine again, you let out a huff. And upon seeing your determined face, Jisung immediately whined again, his cock twitching. He knew that look.
"Baby, y-you've done enough, you don't have to--"
"No, I do." You said, standing up. And once your gaze hit Jisung, that determined and frustrated glint in your eyes, he immediately whimpered. "Lay down."
"B-But I don't wanna lose it and hurt--"
"Lay. Down. And don't make me repeat myself, Jisung." You told him.
Your voice was stern, and God, Jisung loved when you got like this with him. When you took charge in the bedroom, it was the hottest thing. The way your face would get so determined, so confident...shit, Jisung could get a boner just thinking about it if he didn't already have one.
And so, Jisung did as told, going and laying down on the couch. As he did that, you pulled your shorts and panties down before walking back over to Jisung and straddling him again, bringing a hand up to your face and spitting in it before grabbing Jisung's dick and covering it. And then, you lined it up with your entrance while Jisung waited in anticipation.
And the feeling of you sinking down on his cock as slow as you were taking it make Jisung let out the filthiest, most scrumptious moan. And once he was fully sheathed, you rolled your hips, Jisung's jaw opening in a silent moan, his breath stopping. Before he knew it, you were bouncing on him, doing your best to get a nice pace for the both of you.
"Holy...baby, you-you're so tight, this is...I-I don't--this is too much!" Jisung whined, his hands going to your hips. Moans left the both of you as you rode him, your eyes focused on his, as well as where the two of you were connected. You were bound and determined to get him to cum again. You wanted him to feel relief.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Fuck, yes! Baby, please, more, can-can you move more?" Jisung looked up at you, panting as you tried your best to move quicker. However, there was the single inevitable fact both of you knew.
You weren't the best with riding Jisung.
Sure, Jisung loved when you were on top of him, and you loved it too. However, you could only bounce so fast before it felt like your legs were gonna give out. And so, when Jisung was in the right mindset, he'd brace you before fucking up into you, which always felt incredible. But that sadly wasn't the case.
"Ji, I can only move so-fuck...so much, baby...I can hit deeper, but--"
"Do that! Please, just give me anything, m'close!" Jisung whined. And so, that's what you did.
You slowed your pace by a lot, but you lifted yourself almost completely off of him before letting yourself drop back down on him, causing both of you to cry out. After a small grind on his hips, you repeated, doing the same thing, except going a little faster.
"Fuck, just like that, baby...holy-m'gonna cum! Keep going, don't-don't stop!" Jisung wailed, gripping your hips tightly. And so, you did exactly that, moaning out as you continued to lift yourself up and drop down. And before you knew it, Jisung let out a sob, slamming his hips up into you, causing you both to cum at the same time.
"Shit shit shit, Jisung!" You cried, your front collapsing a bit. You were able to catch yourself on his chest, feeling his hips jut up into you as you ground yourself down onto him. You were panting now, trying to collect yourself as Jisung tried to calm himself down as well.
But you missed the fact that Jisung's cock wasn't softening inside of you. And you also missed the dark, lustful glint in Jisung's eyes.
"Holy...wow, that was something-ELSE!" You squealed.
You didn't even have time to realize what had happened, as Jisung had managed to muster up the strength to pick you up and flip both of you around. Now he was on top of you, both of your legs on his shoulders as he practically folded you in half. His face was inches from yours, his mouth hanging open as he slipped inside of you again, somehow hitting deeper.
And the second he managed to just kiss your cervix, he began to thrust mercilessly into you. He fucked into you so fast, his mouth near your ear as panting moans left Jisung as you let out cries. Both of his elbows were on either side of your head, his hands cradling you and holding you close to him as he pounded you.
"Fuck fuck fuck, you feel so fuckin' good, so tight and wet, I-I can't take it, baby...god, you're pussy's talkin' to me, I can hear it while you suck my cock back into you..." Jisung growled, before humming so lowly it practically shook your core. Every time his hips slammed into yours, his pitch would bump up for a second, before going back down. And that low hum was what got you to cum for a second time.
"Jisung, I'm cumming!" You cried out, gripping onto him. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung onto him for dear life. His pace never slowed as your body trembled, hell, he probably went faster at that.
"Hell yeah, you are...fuck, you're creamin' me, baby...god!" Jisung growled. He could feel your juices dripping onto his cock and down his leg as well as yours. And he could hear your cunt squelching. "Cum again--cream on my cock, make it messy...just how I like it, baby..."
And that's exactly what you did. You moaned out at his words, feeling your third orgasm rip through your soul. If there was anything that was gonna do you in, it was the combination of Jisung practically fucking into you like a rabbit, his hips unfaltering, and his fucking voice.
"Good girl, such a good girl for me..." Jisung growled into your ear. Of course, he continued his merciless pace. And due to you having gone through your third orgasm, you were sent right into overstimulation, meaning it wouldn't take you long to hit your fourth.
"J-Jisung, I-I can't...s'too much, I can't--"
"You can, baby...do it for me, you're takin' me so well, just a bit longer..." Jisung wasn't gonna take no for an answer. To make things even worse (not really), he quickly brought his hand up to his face, licked his fingers, and slipped it in between your bodies, only to start rubbing tight circles around your clit, which sent you reeling. You practically let out a sob, scratching Jisung's back harshly.
"JISUNG!" And without any warning, your fourth orgasm shot through you, making you wail. Feeling you hit your fourth orgasm is also what did Jisung in.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby...m'gonna fill you so much, m'gonna stuff you so full..." Jisung mumbled, his rhythm getting sloppier. You just wailed, just getting over that fourth orgasm, feeling that fifth one approaching quickly. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"
And with that, Jisung slammed his hips into you one last time, painting your walls white with his seed as you also hit your last orgasm of the night, your entire body shaking viciously from it. You felt like you had practically ascended, seeing god for the nth time.
Jisung slowly pulled out after that, finally feeling satisfied after that, and went to grab the cum towel you both kept in the bedroom. As he left, you continued to tremble, feeling aftershocks from your orgasms. And once Jisung came back, already cleaned up and in sweatpants, he immediately went over to you, kneeling next to your head and peppered your face in kisses.
"Good job, baby...you took me like a champ, you did so well, my baby..." Jisung said gently. His small kisses didn't stop once, making sure that you actually came down from your high before cleaning you up. And once you did, you let out a small giggle, letting Jisung know that you were back. "There she is..."
"Stop it, it's not like I blacked out." You said. Jisung pecked your lips, caressing your face for a second, just admiring you and your features.
"I know, but you definitely weren't here." Jisung told you, going over and wiping you down. He was nice and gentle, making sure he didn't accidentally make you uncomfortable.
"I scratched you, didn't I?" You asked, giving him a slightly concerned look as he continued to clean you up.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it." Jisung told you, giving you a smile as he kissed your thigh.
"You sure?"
"Mhm. Trust me, it didn't hurt, and if they stay, then it means that I get to show off how good I can make my baby feel, right?" Jisung asked, making you blush. Of course he'd wear those scratch marks around like a trophy. He'd do that with any marks you left on his body.
"Do you have to put it like that?"
"Of course I do!" And with that, he got back to work. Once you were clean, he left once more to put the towel away.
When he came back again, he had a pair of clean clothes for you. Kind of. It was a shirt of his that would be way too big (not that either of you minded) and a pair of panties.
He sat you up, kissing your cheek three more times before sliding his shirt over your head. And then, he slipped the pair of panties on your legs, getting them as high as possible before stopping and setting your arms around his neck.
"Alright, and... up!" Jisung said, standing up. Since your arms were around him, you stood up too, and he quickly slid the panties the rest of the way up. And finally, once you were fully dressed, he readjusted the two of you slightly before picking you up, making you squeal.
"Jisung!" You held onto him tightly as Jisung walked you to the bedroom, laughing at your reaction.
"What? I'm just taking care of my baby." Jisung told you, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.
"But I can walk myself!"
"See, you say that, but we both know you're legs are gonna be the equivalent of Jello."
"Jisung!"
"You know I'm right!"
And with that, he gently set you on the bed, getting you underneath the covers. And after he quickly turned off the lights, he went to join you, pulling you close to him and holding you in his arms. Every here and there, he'd place gentle kisses on your head, admiring you with him. Neither of you could stop smiling either, just enjoying everything in this moment.
"I really love you; you know that. Right?" Jisung finally said, watching you nod.
"Mhm." You replied, tilting your head up before kissing his lips gently.
"And I love you."
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linos-luna · 3 months
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New Years! ❣️
Han x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, jerking off, boobs!
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While your panties were still on, your bra was discarded somewhere on the floor. Your boyfriend was desperately grinding his hard cock against you while sucking on your breasts. He was moaning and whining, almost crying as he wanted to cum so bad, but you wouldn’t let him.
“Please noona!” He whined. “Please I wanna cum!”
“Not yet Hannie.”
You looked to the alarm clock on the night stand. It had just turned 11:58pm. Two minutes he has two minutes left.
Han continued whining while bucking his hips, rutting against your clothed cunt; this was driving you insane, especially with how uncomfortable your wet panties were getting. That on top of him harshly sucking on your nipple almost had you losing it.
“Just two more minutes , baby.” You giggled. “A minute til the new year.”
Han whimpered like a sad puppy and this had you feeling bad so you sat up, turning him around to have him lay against your chest and between your breasts. You also held on to his throbbing cock, jerking him off with no mercy.
Your boyfriend couldn’t help moaning out loud, unable to control his volume, so you stuck your fingers in his mouth, to which he sucked on them with no hesitation. His moans still reverberated against them but at least he wasn’t too loud.
A few more seconds, almost time for the new year; Han was nearly crying and you weren’t sure how much more he could take.
But he didn’t have to wait much longer. You watched as the clock turned 12 before pulling out your fingers and whispering in his ear. “You can let go now, Hannie~”
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He came right away, making a mess on your hand as you continued stroking him.
“Ah—! Noona—!” He panted as you continued rubbing him. “A-agh! T-too much!”
You let go, allowing him to relax and catch his breath.
“You’re such a good boy, Hannie.” You said while running your fingers through his hair— with your clean hand of course.
“You always listen to noona.” You continued while tracing your fingers down his chest and teasing his nipples. “Just noona’s good boy, hm?”
He loves your praised and blushed as you leaned in to give him a kiss on his head.
What a way to start off the new year; in bed, laying between his girlfriend’s boobs.
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thefantasyden · 20 days
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Can't Help Myself
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Pairing: Han + AFAB Reader
Genre: SMUT
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Warnings: DUB CON, Filthy dirty talk, degradation, force, manhandling, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE!
Words: 1602
Summary: Your dearest friend Jisung comes home to see you waiting for him half naked, and he just can’t control himself.
Authors note: I made sure to include the aftercare in this one, and overall, I just love this. Add it to my list of self-indulgent delights.
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It’s not his fault.
What did you expect him to do, really? It’s not like he had planned to do this! Jisung had been so excited to come and binge watch some slightly cringey Thai dramas and that was absolutely all he had been looking forward to. At least, it was until he saw you.
You were spread out on his bed, sheets wrinkled where you laid on your tummy, legs slightly spread as you giggled at whatever had been holding your attention. You hadn’t even attempted to cover up, and the big shirt you were wearing had ridden up to your hips, your underwear on full display, barely covering your ass.
Your ass. Jesus Christ, he has never seen something so glorious in his life. It’s so perfectly round and it’s right there laying in front of him like an apple ripe for picking. Who could ever blame him for taking such an opportunity?
You weren’t alarmed at first. It felt perfectly normal when he climbed on to the bed, situating himself so that he was comfortably sitting on the thickest part of your thighs. It was perfectly normal, and you often would do the same thing to him, so why should it be weird?
You didn’t even question when his hand rubbed at your back over your shirt, taking it as a perfectly harmless display of affection from your very best friend. Your sweet, silly best friend.
The alarm bells don’t start ringing in your head until you feel his hands sliding lower, suddenly gripping your ass with a strength that almost hurt. You’re about to question what he was doing when you feel something pressing between your thighs, confusion flooding you, mixing with a strange new kind of concern that you’re sure you had never felt with him. What was he doing?!
You want to turn around to look at him, but his palm is pressing firmly between your shoulder blades the second he feels you moving, a growl leaving his throat as you realise the movement between your thighs is his cock which is now grinding purposefully against you, his weight pressing down harder against you.
“You look so good lying on my bed like this.” He moans out, fidgeting on top of you, his free hand struggling with his zipper until he’s managed to get it down, immediately freeing his cock from his pants. He can’t help but stare in awe as it sits against the pretty heart pattern of your underwear.
“What am I supposed to do when you’re spread out like this? You're laying here ready to be taken.”
There’s no chance for you to responsd, the palm against your back moving to lock in your hair when he hears you open your mouth, your face shoved in to the pillow that you had previously been using to prop yourself up.
“I don’t know what the fuck you expect.” He mumbles out, his focus captured by the view of his cock against your skin as he tugs your underwear to the side. Your pussy is glistening already and he wastes no time in dragging his tip through your dripping folds, groaning with a certain roughness that you have never heard from him before. It was something strange, something feral and you would be lying if you tried to say you couldn’t feel your pussy clench in response.
“You shouldn’t be lying on my bed half naked like a fucking slut if you don’t want me to do something about it.”
You’re ashamed of the moan that forces its way out of your throat when you feel his cock breaching your cunt, your walls gripping him tight as he forces himself to the hilt inside of you. His hand has lost its grip of your hair in favour of returning to it’s spot between your shoulder while his other hand manoeuvres you by your hips, wrapping beneath them and pulling you up until you figure out what he wants, you ass arching up in the air. He could come from the sight alone, your cunt swallowing his cock and your ass on display for him. It’s the closest to heaven that he thinks he could ever get.
He’s never been a man of patience, and that’s clear as he sets a brutal pace from the start, thrusting as hard as he sees fit as he pounds into your pretty pussy, the slick sound of your wetness covering both of your thighs as his hips meet your ass fills the room and it’s becoming impossible not to lose yourself when you can feel the way the tip of his cock digs in to your gspot with every thrust, the slight burn of your pussy being forced to accommodate him only adding to the pleasure that fills you with embarrassment. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does.
“You like it, don’t you?” He growls, landing a firm slap to your ass cheek, a proud smirk gracing his features when he sees the burning red outline of his hand springing up against your skin. “You filthy little thing. You like having me force myself on you? Huh? You want me to use you like some worthless fleshlight?”
You’re trying to hard to muffle your moans and he simply can’t allow that. The way you’re trying to hide from him only serves to piss him off, practically forcing his hand when he tugs your hands behind your back, using his grip on your wrists as leverage to pull you back toward him so that you have no hope of hiding the sinful, untameable moans and whimpers that flood the room with the sweetest melody.
“I fucking own you. This pretty cunt belongs to me, yeah? Gonna use it whenever the fuck I want.”
You can barely hear him at this point, the blood pounding in your ears as he fucks you within an inch of your life, your orgasm rapidly approaching. He can’t explain how proud he is to see your falling apart, melting into a pliant little puddle as he destroys you.
“Say it. Tell me I fucking own you.”
“You own me!” It’s almost a scream when it leaves you lips, his teeth digging in to the sensitive skin on your neck almost hard enough to have you feeling like you might cry.
“That’s it baby. I’m almost done, I promise. I know it hurts. Such a brave little thing for me.” He coos at you in the most mocking tone he can manage considering how laboured his breathing is, his own moans fighting to interrupt every word as your walls flutter around him.
“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll let you go.”
You’re not trying to obey him. You don’t want to do what he says, but you can’t stop your high from hitting and your reaction happens so fast that it’s obedience whether you like it or not.
“That’s it. Milk my cock baby. You want my cum, huh? Want me to fill you?”
You’re trying to shake your head in response, but he quickly shoves two of his fingers into your mouth and you’re helpless to his whims.
It doesn’t take much longer before his cock is pulsing inside of you, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy and dripping out around his cock as he offers a few more shallow thrust before pushing you down to lay flat on the bed, his weight dropping on top of you.
“Too fucking bad if you don’t. You’re mine, and I get to do whatever I want to you.”
There’s a full 8 minutes of you both huffing and puffing, your body completely spent when he finally climbs off of you, shuffling toward his drawers quickly before he returns with a pack of baby wipes and a small bottle of water, a hand stroking your hair as the other grabs wipes from the pack to clean the mess between your legs and across your thighs as best as he can. He knows you’ll have to shower properly eventually, but he won’t make you worry about that now.
“Baby?” He calls gently, your mind still too fuzzy to respond to him just yet.
He presses a sweet kiss to your temple, adjusting you so that you’re laying on your side, your favourite plush hamster being shoved into your arms. He can’t help but ‘aw’ when you nuzzle your face against it, enjoying the feeling of the soft material against your sensitive cheek. He really does think you’re the prettiest thing in the world.
“Baby, are you okay? Was that too much?” The worry in his voice is the only thing that draws you from your dreamscape, a quiet hum meeting his ears. He sighs in relief, opening the water for you and holding it up to your mouth, his hand cupped beneath the opening to stop it from spilling on to you as you take tiny sips until he’s satisfied.
“Was fun.” You whisper, reaching out to him and giggling softly as he lays beside you, pulling you into his arms and throwing a leg over you before he tugs the covers up, shielding your bare legs from the sharp chill that’s beginning to spread in the room.
“You did so good baby. Took me so well.” He keeps pressing kisses to your face, his fingers kneading at your aching arms. He’d make sure to book you a spa day tomorrow to treat you after all your hard work.
“This is why you’re my best friend.” You say with a laugh. “You always give me the good dick.”
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⋆ Inevitable ⋆
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It was bound to happen, your friends made you aware and so did Minho, but you convinced yourself that you were nothing more than Han's makeup artist. You thought you were delusional in thinking he looked at you differently, but acquaintances don't stare at each other like that.
Pairing - Idol!Han x Makeup Artist Fem!Reader
Word Count - 5.1k
Tags/Warnings - idol!au, slight dry humping for like two minutes, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk if you look really hard, friends to lovers if you want it to be, unprotected sex (we're adults please do the right thing), kinda fast and sweaty sex but it's nice.
A/N - Although this fic includes Han being an idol this is in no way meant to represent him as a person. This is just how I picture him to be - sub/dom dynamics thrown out of the window for the sake of my brainrot. Part two is likely to occur, enjoy this one for now!
© smuttystraykidsthoughts - do not repost, copy or translate without consent.
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Being in the cosmetics field was hard enough already, getting known was harder, and being recommended was nearly impossible. But when you know the right people, and grab opportunities when they get presented, it’s easier.
You were lucky enough to have the most supportive mentor you ever could’ve asked for - she’d not only thoroughly shown you the ropes ever since you started studying, but she also threw your name into a conversation with big-shot managers when they were discussing the change of makeup artists at the end of the month at a party she was well enough known for to be invited.
One particular manager, belonging to a member of Stray Kids, was interested in employing you. You, by some miracle, matched his opinionated description regarding the age and appearance of the right replacement. You leaped out of your skin when you received the phone call, you were ecstatic but paralyzed with fear at the same time. You had some big shoes to fill, and you weren't exactly all that just yet.
You had no idea which member you were being assigned to, you were under the impression it would be to whoever needed assistance, possibly even an assistant to an already skilled makeup artist. The last person you expected to see seated in the chair next to the manager that had called you for an interview, was Han.
Yes, being in Seoul came with the privilege of being in the same building or street as an idol, yes you'd been following Stray Kids since their debut and yes you'd always hoped to share the same air as any member, but working with them just felt too far fetched, all up until the moment you walked into that building, from there on the members felt more than just idols.
You thought you were absurd for thinking Han's eyes lingered on you a little bit longer than necessary during the interview. After a question was asked and answered, Han's eyes would stay on you, observing every fidget of your fingers visible through the transparent glass table top, the bouncing of your knee, he probably even noticed that you were biting the inside of your cheek too, that's how trained his eyes were on you.
Your nerves didn't ease up as quickly as you had hoped once you received the news about getting the job, even when you began spending more time with Han. There was just something so endearingly memorable about the moments he spread his legs out like a starfish to be able to reach your height, the way he'd look into your eyes before fluttering them shut in submission to your brushes and strokes over his seemingly perfect face.
You're glad he didn't ever see your stupid smile each and every time he looked at you like that, like he had to steal a glance before shutting his eyes.
To you, no matter how hard you tried to deny it, it felt like there was always something different about the way Han treated you. He didn't spend his private time with other staff like he did with you, he also didn't get as close to the other staff as he did to you either.
You could feel it, buried deep in your core that something thick, heavy, and hot always rose to the surface between you two when Han got a little too close.
Sometimes, Han would playfully nudge your shoulder after throwing a flirty hint about your outfit or something you did that he found cute, which usually resulted in a couple of mocking ooh’s around the room, but you always tried to take it as nothing but him being friendly, even if your gut said otherwise.
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Tonight was like every other show, with staff, members, and backup dancers swarming like bees throughout most rooms, backstage was always a mess and the air was so thick with adrenaline and nerves that you found yourself to be slightly shaky.
“You excited for the show?” Han asks as he walks into the empty dressing room, dropping his duffle bag on the couch in the middle of the room as he slides his jacket off of his shoulders.
"Kinda," You reply, shakily packing out your makeup cases much sooner than the other artists do, as always - it just made you feel more prepared.
Han strolls over to the chair pulled out beside you and begins to scroll through his phone, which you can tell in your peripheral is his notepad - his lyrics.
You scoff, "Where's everyone else?" Usually, the room would be flooded with members and their own makeup artists and hair stylists.
"They're buying some snacks, I wanted to come sit with y– uhm, read through my lyrics so long, you know I tend to forget them so often," He chuckles, but it's more a clearing of his throat than a laugh.
"Should I get started so long then?" You ask, and contemplation flashes over Han's eyes as if he were deciding over something much more than whether or not you should begin with his makeup.
He hums in confirmation, clicking his phone off and sitting back to let you get to work.
Han's always been friendly to you, sometimes he went out of his way to bring you something to eat, sometimes he messaged you after a show to see if you were home safe, and sometimes he looked at you as if he were going to say something, but he never did.
His eyes would flicker between yours just as they do now, and then he'd close them and sigh deeply, defeatedly.
"Why do you always do that?" You chuckle softly, stepping closer with the palette in one hand and a brush in the other, tilting his head up with your pinky and unknowingly smiling when he follows.
"Do what?" He mumbles with his eyes closed, making sure not to move his mouth too much. "You look like you're about to say something but you always stop," You whisper, hearing your heart begin to beat in your ears as you draw closer to his face.
"It's just hard sometimes," He whispers after taking a breath, "Being an idol and well-known still leaves you in the dark in so many ways."
You frown, stepping back to reach for the eyeliner but when you face Han again, you feel the palms of his soft hands on the exposed skin of your waist where your shirt hitched up, probably while you were bending over to pack your things out, and you try your best not to smudge the eyeliner shaking in your hand, his eyes batter open just to make contact with yours and quickly shut again, deliberately ignoring the subject of his hands on your waist.
You choose to ignore the way his hands' warmth feels welcome on your skin, "Han, I know I work for you, but you can always talk to me… About whatever it is that bothers you. You know that, right?"
There's truth in your words, your relationship with Han has grown into something you can't quite yet decipher - you’ve shared more for it to be just friends - it's not less than friends, but it's also not confined to only friendship, because… well, friends wouldn’t hold each other's waists like this, would they?
"We're still guys, still men. We have desires and needs that have to be fulfilled but you just don't get to in this industry. You're always only an idol, not a normal guy with a normal guy’s needs," Han's tone isn't demanding or manipulative, he isn't trying complaining either, merely stating a fact he's come to term with.
Han’s eyes flutter open slowly as he blinks up at you, he swallows, his gaze moving to your lips for a split second, “Can I admit something?”
You hum back with the warmest smile you can manage at this point, his twitching thumbs doing an unfairly good job of riling you up more than they should.
“You’re pretty.”
“What?” You almost laugh, you must seriously be going insane for thinking you just heard Han Jisung saying you’re pretty, “You’re Han from Stray Kids and you think I’m pretty? Wow, the nerves must really be getting to me,” You scoff.
Han’s fingers tighten so slightly in their grip on your waist that it urges you to stop with your motions to look at him, his eyes no longer boba and doe but serious and concerned, “Yes, my name’s Han, but I’m still just a guy who appreciates a good view when there is one.”
Your cheeks heat up at Han’s attempt at flirting with you, as he always does, “Han, I-”
“And if it were up to me, I’d kiss you right now too.”
You blink stupidly at him, disbelief, and curiosity creating this false confidence that flows through your veins, if Han just told you he’d like to kiss you, in an empty room absent of cameras, why would you ever object?
“So kiss me then.”
Han looks up at you, his blinking batting his pretty eyelashes repeatedly as he swallows, "I- I can't," He breathes, "I'm gonna want more."
You lean forward to close the space between you two, your heartbeat and the slow rhythm of your breathing taking over the drumming of the faint music on the stage, all becoming a white noise you've grown used to, "So take more."
Han's eyes fall from your eyes to your lips as he leans up, the tip of his nose brushing the side of yours, then nudging it as he leans closer, releasing a shuddering exhale before pressing his lips to yours.
Sparks ignite in your belly the instant his lips make contact with yours, and the subtle movement of them drawing back just to open slightly again and connect back to yours has your stomach doing irregular flips.
His hand rises from your waist to the back of your neck, a sharp inhale through his nose as he presses you deeper into his kiss. This time when he draws back, his tongue gently eases in between your parted lips, a shaky breath escaping from the both of you at the sweet, long-awaited taste of the other.
You hear the makeup palette and eyeliner pencil hitting the floor before you feel them slipping from your fingers, your hands instinctively reaching for the nape of his neck.
Han’s hand on your hip pulls down, his knees brushing yours as he adjusts on the stool and you follow his tugging on your body to rest yourself on his lap.
The thinness of your tights, the grazing of your panties on your clit, and the bulge in Han’s crotch formed from his jeans all connect the instant you lower yourself on him, and when you break the kiss to check if he’s okay with it, the prettiest, neediest whimper falls from his glossy lips.
“Ah fuck, that’s hot,” He breathes, “I’m way too damn sensitive for this, shit.”
You kiss him again, the reality of your location forgotten the moment Han’s hands curl around your hips, squeezing so pleadingly when you begin to involuntarily move back and forth on him.
“Oh my god, Han,” You whimper into his mouth, shamelessly relieving yourself against him with nothing but the hopes that it feels good for him too.
“F-fuck oh my god, stop I’m gonna cum in my pants,” He chuckles breathlessly, “Please I can’t embarrass myself like that.”
“I think it would be kinda hot,” You chuckle just as breathlessly as him, your and his hips slowing down from a paced rutting to a harder grind.
“Shit, you’re so sexy,” He breathes, resting his forehead against yours as he drags his hands over your back under your shirt., “I knew there was something between us.”
You sit back, your fingers still playing with the shorter strands of hair on the nape of his neck, you tilt your head, “You felt it too?”
He laughs, shyly looking away, "Thought I was seeing things. Guess I knew from day one I wanted you, had to figure out how to stop this childish twitching of my dick in my pants every time I see you.”
You laugh at his shameless confession, to be wanted by Han in any way is enough, you’d be silly for questioning it, “So, does this me-”
"Hannie!" Minho's voice breaks the comforting silence you and Han got so swallowed in that you lost track of time and place. You jump to your feet, throwing the first scatter cushion you can find over Han’s lap as he scurries to sit upright again, and you duck to pick up your makeup lying rejected on the floor.
“Han, have you seen y/- What are you doing?” Minho questions as he enters the room. “Chan’s looking for you,” He says without giving Han a chance to reply, “In the snack room.”
“Uh, sure okay, yeah,” Han mumbles as he stands up, subtly adjusting his pants by disguising it as placing his phone into his pocket. He walks to the door, turning back to smile at you before leaving.
Minho takes a seat on the same stool Han just got up from, the reminder of what just happened causing your cheeks to heat up. “You like him, don’t you?” Minho asks, a smirk on his lips as he tilts his head to eye you.
“What are you talking about?” You retaliate, turning your back to him as you fidget with the supplies on the dressing table.
“I know him better than he knows himself. I know he likes you, and you feel the same.”
Your hands stop fidgeting, finally turning to face the neutral expression on Minho’s face. “He likes me?”
“Don’t play dumb, you never noticed? That boy is so obvious it’s embarrassing to watch,” Minho chuckles, his eyes dancing over your body as if he were inspecting you, “Knew it would happen. You’re a pretty girl, you keep him calm, you distract him when he’s on stage and he gets nervous. I see him looking for you. When he finds you, he remembers his lyrics again. He even dances better when you’re watching.”
You stay frozen, blinking at Minho in disbelief.
“You didn’t know this would happen?” He questions, true confusion flashing over his face before he scoffs, “We knew the moment you walked in the door, it was just a matter of time.”
Minho gets up, pushing in his chair as he looks down at you, carefully choosing his words, “It’s tough. This isn't a fair industry, once you’re known you’ll never be unknown again. But you won’t ever find anyone like him again, that’s a promise. So whatever your intentions are, make sure they’re right because he’s certain. I hope you are too.”
Minho leaves after that, and you’re given only ten minutes to gather your thoughts before the members and other staff begin to fill the room as the rush begins.
As always, the short time before a show starts is a blur, a storm of rushing and getting things done, and even though you see Han before the show, you don’t actually get to talk to him again.
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During the first half of the show, you didn’t watch as you usually do. You called your best friend, which was just a long, “I told you that would happen” session.
It was true - she predicted exactly that and although you left out the intimate moment you had with Han, you mentioned the words he had said and everything Minho had confirmed too.
You expected her to tell you to get out of there as soon as possible, to make it clear to Han that you’re not here for a hookup, let alone a relationship - as she did with all your hookups or situationships.
But the hopes of her saying that flew out of the window the moment she ended the call with a “Go get him! It’s Han Jisung for fuck’s sake!”
When the show hit the halfway mark, Han was last to enter the dressing room. If you thought he looked good before with the way his hair was styled to match the choreography, his makeup lighting up his face, and his shirt so tight it could’ve been a second skin, you’re unsure how to describe him now.
Sweat collected at the tips of his messy platinum hair, his makeup somewhat smudged yet beautifully so, the muscles and veins in his neck and arms popping with the adrenaline rush and heat of dancing, his eyes hooded and tired, he could be a masterpiece if he were to be painted right now.
The moment he sees you staring at him, a lazy smile curls his lip up. You watch him get a bottle of water, the designated staff dabbing his forehead and neck while his eyes never leave yours, even as he gulps the contents of his drink.
But then, you see him twitching his head once to the direction of the door, a mischievous sparkle in his hazy eyes.
You stay frozen, wondering if maybe you were wrong, but he does it again, this time actually beginning to successfully leave the room while the other members pay him no attention.
Contemplation, willingness, doubt, lust, confusion, want, need.
It all makes your body take one step after the other in the same direction Han went, you walk down the passage of the backstage premises, anticipation bubbling uncomfortably in your throat, looking through the river of people but not finding him specifically.
You walk until the music fades out, and the river of people lessens into a stream. As you look back to see if you can find him, a hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you into the small alleyway between backstage and the exit - a small, forgotten, and dark dead end.
“What the fu-” Warm hands on your hips pressing you against the cool bricks of the wall, even warmer, softer lips pressed against yours. Cold sweat drops onto your chest, and Han’s body presses you harder against the wall.
You know it's him, you can smell its Han even through the faint hint of synthetic smoke, so you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his damp hair as his slide down to grab your ass.
“I’m sorry, I had to kiss you again," He pants once he breaks from you, your breathing a hot and messy combination exchanging in the tight space between you two.
“It’s okay, I missed you too,” You mumble back, looking up at him even though you can barely see him in the dim lighting, he's always felt close to you, but for some reason just the small moment of vulnerability you experienced earlier makes you feel like you've known him for longer, trust him more than ever.
His head dips, wet lips attaching to your throat as you tip your head back to give him more access, your body falling into his as his arms reach to pull you closer.
Your breathing shudders when his teeth graze over your skin, his body pressing into yours so hard you can feel the button of his jeans on your belly, the bulge in his crotch growing each time he draws back and makes contact again.
"H-Han?" You whimper, your eyes shutting as he moves his body against yours.
"Mhm?"
"I want you," The words slip out before you even comprehend that that's what you want.
There’s a pause in Han’s movements, a halt of his hands traveling our body as he pulls back, "We-we've only got twenty minutes?"
It surprises you that he doesn't question anything else but the amount of time you have.
You blink up at him, not knowing exactly what to say, your own words still ringing in your head, you do want him, all of him.
Your hands slide down his torso, watching his chest rise and fall under the palms of your hands, you grab fistfuls of his shirt, creasing it in your tight grasp, "Please Hannie," You mewl softly.
He stills, chest just heaving as he thinks, "Fuck this," He breathes, grabbing your wrists and leading you further down the alleyway to what you only realize once it clicks open is a doorway to a spare room. It's dimly lit by a yellow light, nothing but a table against the wall next to the door.
"What is this?" You ask, noticing how your hand has interlaced with Han's during the walk to wherever this is, the sight of your locked hands igniting the swarming in your belly.
"Does it matter?" He chuckles, clicking the door shut before facing you, "You sure this is what you want?"
The way he looks at you makes your knees feel like they're going to give in, the way he slowly inches forward till he makes contact with your body, droplets of his sweat still dripping onto your face, his hands guiding you to sit on the table, the time limit, all making your insides churn with anticipation.
"We could wait, we could take our time," He breathes, his lips grazing against yours as he speaks, "Or we could rip our clothes off and do it right here."
"Second one," You mumble almost instantly, hoisting yourself onto the table as Han's fingers fumble with your shirt, yours reaching for the buttons of his long sleeve, but by the time you reach the last three, your shirt's already on the floor.
"Fuck the shirt, they can give me another," He groans, his hands clasping over yours and pulling, ripping the rest of the buttons off as his shirt flares open.
A small gasp rips through your throat at the sight of him in front of you, his waist so much slimmer than you've ever imagined, his hip bones carving dents into his skin, abs rising and falling like valleys. They tense under your touch, flexing when you drag your nails over his chest to the button of his jeans.
Your fingers finally undo the button and the zipper of his jeans, the sound of the ripping echoing guiltily in the empty atmosphere. Han reaches his hands up, taking hold of your face as you reach inside his briefs.
You're glad he kisses you the moment your hand wraps around him - he's solid, thick, and far from small, and the whimper that escapes from your chest would almost be embarrassing if he didn't swallow it.
He ruts into your hand, a few thrusts into your fist while he groans into your mouth, his hands flying down to hook over the waistband of your tights, pulling down as you lift yourself off to grant him access.
"Fuck, you turn me on so much," He whispers, kissing you again, tongue messy and wet against yours. This time, when Han's hips meet yours, the tip of his cock brushes over your clit, a strangled gasp sounding from your chest.
"You okay?" He pants, shoving his pants down to pool at his ankles.
"Y-You're big," You stutter, watching his cock leak in the dim light of the room, it's so, so solid.
"Are you gonna be okay?" He questions, his hands cupping your face, the act sweet contradicting his cock dripping precum onto your tummy.
"Yes, yes please I'll be fine," You whine, your hands grabbing him closer by his hips, "Just please, I need you."
"Shit you're hot when you beg," He chuckles, taking hold of his cock in his hand, but halting just as he wraps a hand around it. He releases his cock, taking hold of one of your hands and bringing it down to replace where his hand was before, curling your fingers around himself before dragging your hand up.
He inhales sharply, "Feel me first, feel what you do to me."
Your mouth falls open at the act and his words, your belly swooping with the realization that you've excited him this much, that you’re about to feel him inside of you. He releases your hand but it keeps stroking him, his fingers hooking under one of your knees and lifting it to wrap around his waist. His fingers glide down your inner thigh, one hand holding your hip as the other inches closer, his eyes stay focused on his hand as it finally reaches its destination.
His mouth falls open, “You’re so warm holy fuck,” His finger slips inside of you, your insides instantly clenching around him, the palm of his hand resting against your clit.
His hand moves slowly before he adds another, resting his forehead against yours while he opens you up even more. You’re unable to say anything, to do anything but feel the sweet pleasure only his fingers provide, which just makes you clench tighter at the thought of his cock.
His fingers slip out of you gently, and he kisses you again while he adjusts closer to the table. Each of his movements is gentle, slow, and thought-out, not once does he neglect any part of the process due to the time limit floating in the air.
“Ready?” He whispers, a smile tugging at his lips that you can hear when he speaks, and you nod in confirmation, biting your lip in excitement.
Your legs wrap around his waist, one of his arms hooked underneath one of yours to hold himself up, the other guiding himself closer to you, you choose to watch his face in the dim light provided. His eyebrows scrunch up, his shiny lips parted as a whimpered curse falls from them, and then he inches into you.
The stretch is intense, your legs twitching in an effort to take him, your own curse filling your ears as you try to relax. “You okay?” He asks, voice strangled by his own struggle.
“Fucking perfect,” You mewl, your head throwing itself back as you feel his abdomen connect to your clit, finally all the way in, “Please Han,” You whimper, your fingers tugging at his hair harshly.
“Please what?” He chuckles, stilling inside of you and you writhe in desperation.
“Fuck me.”
“God, I’ve always wanted to hear those words,” He groans, drawing out before thrusting back into you at a much faster pace.
The drag of his solid shaft pulling out and thrusting back into you has your eyes fluttering shut, the angle allowing him to reach so deep inside that you’re sure you can feel him in your tummy.
His hands grip your hips harder, pulling you in to meet his thrusts, the sound of skin making contact causing you to place a hand on his tummy, “Slowly, we’re being too loud,” you chuckle.
He chuckles in between pants, “Sorry, got a bit too deep.”
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him down to kiss you as his thrusts slow down, settling for what’s supposed to be a lighter feel, but instead, the short, deep thrusts he gives while his abs graze over your throbbing clit repeatedly has you moaning so loud that someone walking past would immediately know what’s going on.
“Feel good like this?” Han pants, his arms tightening around your body to prevent the table from banging against the wall as it has been.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like this,” You mewl, “Holy fuck."
You feel one of Han's arms lifting, and then his hand being placed firmly to cover your mouth, “Shh baby, they’re gonna know.”
Your eyes flutter shut as your body falls numb to his strokes, caving into the sweet pleasure his body fucks into you, you feel your vision going blurry.
“How can you feel this good?” He groans, “Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock again, ahh-”
Your own hand reaches up to cover his mouth, both of you keeping the other one quiet from your moans escaping between fingers, the subtle banging of the table against the wall your only giveaway.
Han’s hips stutter when you cover his mouth, his eyes screwed shut, his louder moans vibrating against your hand.
You feel your belly burning with your approaching release, it's uncontrollable and you’re unable to speed it up or slow it down, it just feels so good that you can't help but let it happen. You feel your thighs shaking, your body about to tumble over.
Your hands reach for whatever they can find, his hair, his neck, your nails scratching his skin eliciting a whine from Han as the throbbing sweetness begins to pulsate through your veins.
“Oh my fucking god you're cumming,” Han whimpers, his own grip on your hips growing harsher as he begins to fall, “ ‘m cumming with you.”
In the slithers that your eyes manage to stay open, you see Han losing all composure as his head falls to the side, his jaw hanging slack and his eyes fluttering shut as a long, high-pitched moan drips from his lips, his hips stuttering before drawing back as he spills himself over your stomach.
Long, thick, warm ribbons of his orgasm litter your body as he pants, stumbling forward to rest his head on your collarbone.
Your arms reach up to hold him, pressing him as close to your body as you can without making him fall over, his chest heaves, arms trembling around you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, despite being a trembling, heaving, uneasy mess himself. It makes your heart flutter, “Perfect,” You mumble.
The kiss he places on your neck feels endearing, caring almost.
“Shit, I’ve got five minutes before we go on again,” He says after checking his watch behind your back, gently unhooking from your grasp and handing you your shirt and tights before pulling his own jeans back up and buttoning the remains of his shirt.
Despite the lazy feeling drifting in the air along with your breathing, both of you are silent as you get dressed and you hop off of the table to reach for the door, a hand clasping over yours to prevent you.
You look at him, his eyes gentle and less hazy than before, “Do you wanna come home with me?”
“Wh-what do you mean? I- I can’t do that, people will know.”
“No, they won’t. They don’t see us leaving, and the managers won’t ask questions either, they’re not allowed to ask personal questions. Please?”
The way Han looks at you at that moment has your heart beating irregularly, “Y-You want me to go home with you?”
Han nods slowly, looking away as something flashes over his features, “Only if you want to. We could stick to this just being once off if that’s what you wanted, but I know I’d like to hear you without a hand covering your mouth at least once more.”
A smile creeps up your face, both of you chuckling at Han’s shamelessness.
“Better perform your best Hannie, in case I change my mind.”
“Be in the first row and I’ll dance just for you then.”
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babyboyquokka · 9 months
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Pairings: Jisung x Fem Reader
Genre/warnings: smut. (Unprotected sex, reader receives oral, switch! Han switch! Reader,  degradation, choking, kinda public sex, kinda spit kink. Pure filth, basically) No plot :) 18+ ONLY
Summary: Jisung comes off stage needy and simply cannot wait to have you. He raps for you, you sing for him... kind of?
Word Count: 885 (Shes short, but I love her, okay?)
A/N: My first “drabble”, and I have no explanation other than Han Jisung so… You’re welcome.
ps: Do NOT repost. Leave feedback if you feel like it; otherwise, enjoy! 
Now it was no secret that Jisung loved it when you were there watching him perform, his muse. You loved being there, seeing him in his element and losing himself in his music. Stood in the wings beside the stage rather than the waiting room as expected of you, he flicked his eyes back to you a couple of times and felt his heart race at the sight of you dancing or mouthing to the songs. Now, Jisung often performed his rap song "I got it", and he loved to. It was your favourite. As he rapped, he remembered the way you complimented his rapper tongue when between your thighs or the way you rode him as he worked on the song in his studio. It made the lyrics flow a little faster than the track and come out more growled than he had planned. He suffered through the concert, shoving his boys off as they rushed off stage to grab your wrist and drag you away. "Sungie what-" He cut you off with a heated kiss against the wall of a corridor backstage. "P-please baby, I've needed you since like seven songs ago. Let me spoil you." His eyes were burning with a desire you'd never seen before, and you just nodded as he dragged you into the only private room he could find. "Fucking need to feel you now. Please, ride my face pretty girl." He was gasping already, undoing his shirt and lying on a couch. The moan he let out as he tasted you and the way he gripped your hips sparked a heat through you. Every roll of your hips as you gave more and more into him had his ego burning. "Fucking love you and your pussy, baby." He panted for breath before diving back in. "Cum on my face, baby please; need it. Then I'll fuck you so good, I promise."
He was whimpering, begging for you to cum on his face. You’d never seen him so wrecked from not being touched before, but you weren’t about to complain. “Fuck Sungie” Your breathlessness made him move his tongue faster, and that's what sent you over the edge, his hands gripping you tighter to stop you from falling as he refused to move, lapping up whatever you gave him eagerly with hums and slurps of satisfaction. “Again. I want you to cum again.” He breathed, his eyes wide and glossy and his lips pink and puffy. How could you deny such a sight? “Tongue out then Sungie. Be a good boy and make me cum again.” The way his body shivered as he obeyed, nodding as you started to roll your hips again. The sensitivity and his eagerness brought you close faster than you could have imagined. “Take it Sungie.” A hand tugging his hair and pushing his head closer made him let out the sweetest moans as he swallowed again. Leaning back onto the couch after, you meet his eyes and giggle, “I love when you rap your solos; you get so worked up.” “Good, you’ve only came twice. I promised to spoil you. You’ve not even touched me yet.” That was all it took, your lips were trailing down his neck, leaving marks. “Baby, you’re gonna get me in trouble with those.” Yet he pulled your head back to leave more when you pulled away, trailing the hickies down his chest and abs. He groaned into his hand, head rolled back when a particularly hard bite was left on his Vline, somewhere he was sensitive. “My pretty Hannie.” Whilst he let you have your fun, you were going to do the most. “I would suck you off, but I’m so desperate for you to fuck me baby.” It was like he switched; you were dragged up from your knees and carried over to the door. “Keep your pretty mouth shut then yeah? Else I’m gonna stop.” He wasted no time, thrusting into you slowly just to tease despite him originally being the desperate one. “Please” His hips sped up, and you were sure every thrust could be heard against the door, but you didn’t care, moaning loudly for him. “Shut the fuck up. So disobedient.” He growled, fingers pushed into your mouth to try to silence you. Yet it only made it worse for him, seeing you fucked out, looking back at him, letting him do as he pleased with you. “Good girl. Letting me fuck you dumb.” His thighs were starting to shake from holding you up so long and denying his own orgasm so long, and he knew you were close. He could feel you clenching tight around his cock. “So tight fuck. Do I not fuck you enough?” The chuckle is deep, patronising as he grips your throat instead, sighing in satisfaction at the string of spit on his fingers. “Messy girl.” He barely managed as he kissed you, tightening his grip so he knew every breath and whine you let out for him was burning. He came with a deep grunt, rutting his hips desperately as his vision went white and a tear slipped from his eye. Looking back up at you, he giggled shyly. He knew you had felt the same from the mess around the two of you. “Messy girl alright.”
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