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She's Crazy But She's Mine - [ Han Jisung ]

🏍 SYNOPSIS : How hard could Jisung fall for a girl as dangerous as you? He knew you were crazy. But he couldn't deny the adrenaline that pumped through him as you revved down the empty highways, his arms around your waist as you drove to who knew where. You were reckless... and he was hopelessly in love.

GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, smut, angst, fluff if you squint

PAIRING : han jisung × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : reader is a biker, jisung undergoes a sub-awakening, smut (warnings under the cut!), reckless driving, speeding, driving without a helmet, reader calls jisung pretty boy, smoking

WORD COUNT : 6.6K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I was thinking biker girls and then Jisung popped up into my mind and it was honestly the most random thing I've done but it suits him so well. Also this took so long to finish and I'm not particularly happy with the ending but I hope you guys like it <3

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : slight dom reader, switch jisung, fingering oral (f receiving), nipple play, marking, piv, protected sex, reader calls jisung good boy, whiny jisung

Jisung drummed his fingers along the open window of the car, the heat of the summer was dying down as evening settled in. His friend, Chan, was in the driver's seat, singing along horribly to PSY's Gangnam Style blasting on the radio. The man had a good voice but he often chose to torture Jisung's eardrums whenever they were together. It seemed like the red light was taking forever to turn green as they waited on the intersection of the highway.

The sound of a motorcycle engine next to him caught his ear — and boy was he glad the traffic light wasn't changing because goddamn. He felt like those guys in movies, when they see the female lead for the first time and it was like time stood still and some stupid love song played in the background as their vision tunneled to her. He wasn't trying to be rude, but with the tinted helmet obstructing his view of your face, his eyes drifted down (involuntarily) to the tight-fitting black leather jacket you wore and your pants —

“Need something?” You lifted your helmet up, presumably to drink water from the bottle you pulled out from the bag strapped to the engine, your head slightly tilted to the side so you could look at him from the corner of your eyes as you gulped down the water. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the way the leather hugged your bust perfectly. “My eyes are up here.”

That snapped him out of his trance, cheeks burning red with embarrassment as he met your teasing glance. “S-Sorry, I was — distracted? —”

“Uh huh.” You nodded sarcastically. “Have a nice drive.” You winked at him before putting the helmet back on. The traffic light betrayed his thoughts, switching from red to green, making you rev your engine and shoot down the intersection and out of sight.

Jisung wanted to melt into a puddle of shame as he heard Chan's raucous laughter at the interaction. Thank goodness he would never have to run into you again.

His happiness was short lived — as expected. The diner they stopped at had an enticing aroma of fried food. It was just the thing he needed after whatever happened earlier. Jisung sat at an empty table, checking his phone while Chan went and ordered their food at the counter. Chan came back with a smirk on his face and sat down in front of him. “Guess who's here?” He leaned to the side.

Jisung glanced up at the entrance. His heart instantly skipped a beat when he saw the motorcyclist walking into the diner, your helmet removed so he could properly get a good look at your face and the short haircut you sported, stopping on your shoulders as you ran a hand through it to mess it up. You looked absolutely stunning, and his heart raced even faster when he caught your gaze as you looked around the diner, scanning each of the tables for a vacant spot. There was a glimmer of recognition in your eyes, but you made no move towards him. His eyes stayed on your figure, unable to tear them away from you.

His breath caught in his throat as he kept watching you. Every inch of your body is perfect, and he couldn't help but notice how your figure fits your biker apparel. His mind filled with dirty thoughts as he imagined putting his hands on your body, but Jisung shook his head to clear his inappropriate thoughts. Chan was here. He shouldn't be imagining… how it would feel to have you all over him, the smirk on your face as you — Stop Jisung. How the heck did he manage to get himself a boner at the mere thought of a stranger doing sinful things to him?

He kept his gaze on you until you found an empty table and sat down, your back to him. Jisung breathed a heavy sigh and slumped back in his seat, his heart still pounding in his chest. He felt so stupid for staring at you, especially with Chan sitting right in front him. He was sure the brunette noticed the way he was ogling you. He'd never live that down. Maybe all he needed to do was forget about the motorcyclist and your gorgeous body…

A tray of fries and burgers was placed in front of them. Chan gave the waiter a friendly smile before turning back to Jisung, “I have an idea.”

“Hm?” His attention piqued by the hint of mischief in his voice. “What is it?”

“You'll see.” Chan smirked and went up to the table where you were sitting.

“Wait, dude —” Jisung wasn't able to drag his friend's ass back to their table before he settled himself in the chair in front of you. He had absolutely no idea what he was saying but was spilling his guts about how Jisung had the most perverted thoughts, it was going to be the most mortifying thing he was ever going to have to endure. He would have to change his identity, move to Morocco and start a new life as a shawarma stall owner. He was startled out of his life crisis when he saw a pair of leather combat boots next to his table. He sucked in a breath before looking up. You showed no signs of pure disgust — which could be a good thing or it could be a horrible thing.

“Come on then.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I don't have all day.” You looked at him expectantly. Jisung was utterly confused and his eyes darted to Chan, who was gesturing to follow you. He nearly stumbled over his feet twice as he got out of the chair. You didn't say another word, walking out of the diner with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your leather jacket. The air outside was cool, the evening breeze fully settled in, which helped the nervous sweat forming on his forehead. Were you so mad you were going to take him out of the diner and murder him? You twirled a keychain in your hands, leading to the motorcycle he saw you driving earlier. It was a beautiful bike, completely covered in black with bright green accents. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”

Jisung swallowed and shook his head. “Uh, no.” He admitted quietly.

“Your friend was very expressive in your interest towards motorcycles.” What did Chan even tell you? He didn’t know the first thing about motorcycles.

“Ah, yes, he's... he's a bit of a motorhead.” He said, trying to find out exactly what was going on. Then again, he couldn't help but admire your confidence and boldness. He wondered if this is how it would be if the two of you were together (he was one hundred percent delusional at this point), if you would be the dominant one in the relationship... But he shook his head again, trying to keep his dirty thoughts at bay.

“I don't have a spare helmet and mine is too small for you so you're just going to have to risk it.” Risk it? Were you… going to take him for a ride? On your motorcycle? Although he wished for something else to be ridden, this would do for now. Chan was brilliant. He seriously owed his friend one.

“Ah, I see…” He nodded. Your words finally registered in his brain. He was a little nervous about riding a bike without a helmet and the idea of getting on a motorcycle with a complete stranger he’d been blatantly ogling in public also didn't really sit well with him. On the other hand, he was extremely tempted to just say the hell with it and get on the bike with you anyway, because you're so damn sexy and he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted you.

“Don't worry pretty boy, I'll get you back to your motorhead friend in one piece.” Jisung blushed at the way you called him pretty boy. He licked his lips unconsciously and then nodded slowly. You got on the bike and turned the engine on. He hesitated for a few moments before getting on behind you. In his defense — he tried to maintain a friendly gap between the two of you. But the smooth leather was against his wishes and he prayed to whatever deity was watching over him that you couldn't notice the hard-on that was pressing against your ass as you pulled out of the parking lot. “I'd hang onto something.” Was the last thing you said before you revved your engine and exited the lot, joining the highway. Jisung held onto your waist with a yelp as you accelerated, his grip tightening with every second.

Jisung's heart started raced, his body pressing even closer against yours from the velocity of the bike. The rush of the speed and the sensation of your warm body against him were making his heart flutter. He didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that he was right up against your back, feeling every inch of your hips with his hands. He gripped you tighter, feeling a thrill go through his body with every revolution of the bike engine.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Mmhm.” Jisung swallowed hard and held you tighter. His breathing was heavy and he felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't pull himself away. The way you kept speeding the bike up made him feel even more alive. This was probably the thrill of the ride that most people talked about. The trees and other vehicles whizzed past as you expertly maneuvered down the highway.

Ten minutes later, he was hugging the ground for dear life. Sure, he enjoyed the ride. Heck, he was certain he'd do it again if given the chance. But he was also certain he nearly lost his life three times consecutively — so he was glad to be on the pavement again.

"You're cute." You chuckled, sitting on the motorcycle as he looked at the ground like it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. “Take your time kissing the dirt. I'm going to go back for my burger.” You hopped off the vehicle and went back into the diner.

Jisung took a few seconds to recollect himself before he jogged into the diner and slid back into his booth. “So, how was it?” Chan asked.

Jisung made a funny noise in his throat and turned his face away from him, embarrassed. “Not sure why you had to set me up with one of the hottest girls I've seen in ages,” he groaned. “I mean, she asked me if I've ever been on a bike before, and I said no. Now I've been on a damn motorcycle with her.”

“You owe me.” Chan pointed a fry at him before popping it into his mouth.

Jisung rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I know I do. Just, next time please don't set me up with someone like that. I almost had a heart attack just seeing her, never mind being pressed up against her for ten goddamn minutes.”

“Best ten minutes of your life seeing how you were drooling when you first saw her.”

“Shut up! She’s hot, okay? I couldn't help myself. She's a biker and she's so damn confident. It's so… attractive.” He shrugged, not even trying to deny it.

“Then man up and ask her for her number or her social media, dumbass.”

“I was thinking about it! But she seemed so serious when she first came up to me, and then she did that bossy thing on the bike, and…” He sighed and shook his head. “I'm not sure she'd be interested in me. Do you think I have a chance with a girl like that?”

“You were turned on by a girl bossing you around?” Chan laughed. "Boy, you are down bad. Either you go there and ask her or I will go up to her myself and explain the crush you have on her so I don't have you talk my ear off for weeks.”

“No way, don't you dare!” Jisung glared at him before he shook his head again with an exasperated sigh. He couldn't deny, however, that the thought of being dominated like that by you was arousing as hell. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment just thinking about it. “Come on... She was so bold and direct. You have to admit, it was pretty hot.”

“If she's so hot, go ask her.”

“Ugh, you know what, screw it.” He pushed back his chair and got up, hesitantly walking over to the table where you were sitting.

“Oh, pretty boy. Need something?” You lifted your head up when he stood in front of you, licking the ketchup off your fingers.

Jisung was taken aback by your sudden forwardness, but his mind quickly shifted focus when you were licking the ketchup off your fingers. The sight was so casually sexy that he could feel his pulse speeding up. He blushed and looked away, trying to regain his composure. “Uh, yes. I was uh... I was — um, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

He took a deep breath and then looked back up at you, biting his lip and trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say. He decided to just ask you straight up because there wss no way he could try to flirt or impress you. You were too confident and assertive for that. He cleared his throat. “Can I have your Instagram or number or something... in case I want to ask you to go on a date one day? Would that be too forward?”

You chuckled. “I was right. You are cute.” You opened the phone app on your phone and handed it to him.

His heart skipped a beat and he blushed brightly when you called him cute. He took your phone with trembling hands, his face heating up even more from the physical contact with your hands. He punched in his number and gave his phone a missed call before he handed it back to you. “S-so I can just... hit you up whenever I want?”

“Sure." You shrugged. “Does the pretty boy have a name?”

Jisung blushed again when you called him a pretty boy, your confidence and straightforwardness made him feel flustered. “A-ah, yeah, my name's Jisung.”

“Jisung. That's nice." You nodded.

“What about you?”

“Hmm? It's Y/n.” You winked at him. “Now if you'll let me get back to my burger…”

“Oh, sure, yeah. Uh, enjoy your burger.” Jisung stumbled over a chair and sat down next to Chan again.

“That was a long talk for a phone number.” Chan teased.

"Don't make fun of me... I was nervous!" Jisung glared at Chan angrily but couldn't help but blush from embarrassment. “She's pretty bold, y'know? I think that's what makes her so hot.”

“You have weird kinks, my friend.”

“Shut up, it's not a kink! I don't have a kink for women who are — who are — uh…” He trailed off, not wanting to admit how much your dominance and I don’t give a fuck attitude appealed to him. He didn't know why, it shouldn't be so enticing, but you were so confident and the way you carried yourself was so attractive. It made him want to be under your control, to do whatever you asked of him... And to feel your body pressed up against his again.

Holy shit. Was he… a sub?

Jisung's life took a whole one-eighty once you became a part of it. Sure, his initial attraction was a bit sexual — but after knowing you for a few weeks courtesy of your spontaneous bike rides to who knew where at ungodly speeds, he came to the realization that he was down bad. Like six feet under bad. Despite your tough persona, you were sweet. He felt like he was a chipmunk who'd broken open a walnut.

Of course, he was terrified ninety percent of the time. What if you took it too far one day? What if he wasn't there to help you? What if you ended up in the hospital or worse? Your need for speed outgrew all your other needs and he had to come to terms with it.

can rail me🧎‍♂️💞: Hurry up, I'm waiting outside.

Jisung and you had decided for another outing, and he was anxiously pacing in his living room awaiting your reply. His heart pounded when he read your text, getting up quickly and ran to the door, and out of the apartment building before you had even waited a full minute. You could see the impatient excitement in his eyes. Your message had only been one sentence but he took it as you being demanding and impatient, which he found extremely hot. He noticed how beautiful you look when the sunlight hits you just right, illuminating your skin and making your hair shine so bright. He blushed deeply when you noticed him looking, his eyes lingering on your lips. His whole body felt restless and he struggled to keep himself from pulling you close and kissing you. One day, Jisung was going to strangle himself for the way he felt around you, for the way he’d started to jerk off to the thought of you, moaning your name for the whole world to hear as he came again and again in his hands.

“Where are we going today?”

You handed him a helmet, one that he'd been using ever since two weeks ago when he'd managed to convince you to stop driving that carelessly and bought him a helmet — was that an open declaration of love? “It's a surprise.” You got onto your motorcycle. “You coming?” He nodded before he joined you. The feeling of sitting right behind you was never going to get old. “Better hold on pretty boy.” You revved the engine and shot down the roads.

The evening time made everything so much more thrilling. Jisung's face flushed bright red when you called him a pretty boy. Every time you used that name with him, he felt it all the way down to his toes and his body felt like it was being enveloped with warmth. His heartbeat sped up and he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on your waist so he didn't fly off the back when you drove. He looked into the rear view mirror and couldn't help but admire how you looked as you drove. That look on your face and that attitude... it was sexy as hell.

He loved how you grip the handle tightly, your body confidently holding the bike as it drove through the windy turns of the dark, narrow road. He loved how fast you dorve, how daring and brave you were. It only added to your sexy, dominant presence. He closed his eyes for a second and let his mind be consumed by the adrenaline. He loved how the wind blew over him, how the sound of the engine combined with the wind to created a symphony of excitement and adrenaline, how the bike shook him up every time you went too fast around a turn.

Jisung could feel it happening again. He was getting turned on just by you driving a motorcycle (in his defense, anything you did could elicit a non-child-friendly reaction in him).

After a while, you pulled up into an empty clearing, the top of a small hill that dipped down into a valley of trees, away from the bustling of the highway, overlooking the sky. The sun was setting over the horizon. “Good time?” You asked once you got your helmet off.

“Good time?” Jisung was slightly out of breath. “You mean, other than the fact that you almost gave me several heart attacks while we were driving? Other than the fact that I'd probably have died ten times if I wasn't wearing this helmet? Other than the fact that you drive like you're in a freaking action movie? Yeah, it was a pretty good time.”

“You make it sound like it's a bad thing." You laughed.

“Bad? Bad, is the understatement of the century. It's more like... life threatening.” He smiled and glanced away, not being able to handle the direct eye contact anymore. “You're insane, you know that, right?”

“You don't sound like it bothers you.”

“No, it really doesn't.” Jisung looked up at you, his gaze flickering to your lips. “I think your... uh, way of driving is exciting.” He nodded slightly, trying to distract himself by playing with the straps of the helmet in his hands, fingers tracing over the green streaks contrasting the black of the background. He didn't know how he was going to be able to handle being this close to you and not kissing you all the time. It was making it so much harder, the way you just... teased him and drove him insane with lust…

“Just my driving?”

He sighed and met your gaze again, heart pounding in his chest. When you teased him like that, it pushed him right over the edge. “No,” he answered quietly. “Not just your driving. Everything about you just…” He trailed off, noticing his face was heating up again.

“Just?”

“Everything about you just... it drives me insane. I mean, the way you tease me, the way you look at me, the way you're so confident and so bold... It doesn't just drive me insane, it makes me crazy. You... you push all my buttons, and you don't even know it. You make me wanna kiss you so bad, just so I can know everything about you. Everything about you is so damn attractive, I can barely handle it.”

“You want to kiss me?” Of course that was the one thing you caught in his entire rant. Jisung nodded frantically and couldn't seem to look away from your lips. His mouth felt dry. “Then kiss me, pretty boy.”

He blinked, waiting for you to yell sike. But it never happened. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, one hand reached back and grips the waist of your jeans as he gets closer, getting closer and closer until you guys are nose-to-nose. His heartbeat was so loud that he could barely hear his own thoughts. He hesitated only for one more moment before finally locking his lips onto yours. Jisung melted into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist. He leaned forward, pushing you up against the bike as the other hand slid down your back, settling on the small of your rear.

The feeling of being pressed up against you like this was so addictive and he struggled to keep it together as his heart skipped a beat. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. Your hands tangled in his hair, your mouth parting slightly. He took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The outside world was slowly fading away, only leaving you two on the yellowy-green grass, pulling each other impossibly close with each second. He felt like he was going to explode.

He only detached his lips from yours to breathe deepily, lungs relishing the fresh air that he took in. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes swimming with desire, only to find you giving him the exact same expression. It was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants, now getting hard against his boxers.

“You're playing with fire, pretty boy.”

“I like playing with fire.” Jisung smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, pushing you up against the bike once more. His dick strained against the confines of his jeans and the way his was practically rutting against your thigh to create that delicious friction almost made him bust right there. Anyone could see the two of you basically humping against each other if they diverted from the highway onto the clearing the two of you were in. You broke the kiss this time.

“Let's get you home." You mumbled and stood up, brushing the grass off of your black pants, face flushed from the intense make out you had with him.

“Yeah... that sounds like a good idea.” Jisung was breathing heavily but he managed to nod his head as he stood up with you. He brushed his hair out of his face and tried to focus his thoughts on the evening ahead. But every time he looked at you, he felt the heat rising up in his cheeks once more and his cock began to throb again. This is going to be a long drive home. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let go. The feeling of wanting and craving you was overwhelming and he could barely think straight. He couldn't help but feel anxious about what was going on between the two of you. Was this just a fling, or something more? He wanted to believe it would lead to more, but he was also afraid of setting his hopes too high.

“You think so?” Jisung smiled at your compliment as he closed the door and locked it behind him. The sudden thunderstorm outside had halted the bike rude to nowhere, which resulted in him inviting you into his home for the first time. Of course, he spent five minutes tripping over things he didn't even know existed in his two bedroom flat until he was clutching the wall for support — since when the hell did he use a neon yellow yoga mat?

“Mhm. It looks like you.”

“Oh? What's that supposed to mean?”

“Take it however you want, pretty boy.” Jisung chuckled, cheeks reddening as they did every time you used that nickname. “You can sit in the living room. I'll get us something to drink.” He treaded to the kitchen and popped open the refrigerator.

“Better not be Fanta.”

“Come on, that was one time!” You only laughed at his words. “I have coffee and beer and…”

“Fanta?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “And Fanta.”

The two of you settled on coffee. He was thankful you didn't choose beer — who knows what sort of embarrassing shit he might've spilled in a drunken haze? You sat together on his couch, coffee mugs in hand and enjoyed the calming atmosphere, the pattering of the rain against his windows and the smell of coffee beans soothing.

“So... what do you want to do?”

“You.” The words came out without him thinking. He choked on his coffee, eyes watering as he placed the mug on the table and wished a hole would open up and swallow him. Guess he didnt even need the beer.

“You want to do... me?” You chuckled.

He stammered as he tried to explain. “That's not — oh my god, that's not what I meant-”

"I think it is though, isn't it?” Jisung bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, now that you were teasing him about his slip-up. “Then do something about it.”

“Well, I —” He paused when he saw the way the corner of your mouth curled up into a confident smirk. Your eyes glued to him and it felt like you were looking right through him with your eyes. You knew what he wanted. You knew what he was thinking. He leaned towards you, closing the distance. He grabbed your waist, fingering dangerously trailing over the hem of your shirt.

“I hope you know how to use your mouth.” You teased.

“I think I'm pretty damn good.” He mumbled, lips brushing against yours. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and closed the gap. The feeling of your lips on his — oh that was a feeling he'd never get over. Even though he had kissed you only once, the memory of that incident was enough to arouse him whenever he thought of it. He squeezed your waist and pulled you into his lap, not breaking the kiss, earning a breathy moan from you as you sat atop his raging boner. He didn't hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the already seeking kiss. You rolled your hips into his and it was his time to let out a muffled groan, you doing it again and again until he had to hold your hips firmly so he wouldn't bust right there. “God you're driving me crazy.”

“Shirt off.” You tugged at his t-shirt which he readily took out, leaving him bare chested in front of you. You kissed once more as your hands roamed over his shoulders before you began peppering kisses along his jaw until you found a spot at the junction of his neck and collar that made him moan. You nipped at his skin, harsh enough to leave a mark behind. He liked that. He liked being marked by you.

“Your turn.” He helped you slip off your shirt and then your bra, leaving your tips on full display. “Oh baby.” He breathed out, reaching up to hold them in his hands and then wrapped his lips around your hardening nipples. Your back arched into his face, hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on your nipples and fondled the other with his hand. “I could live here forever.” He moved to your other breast, harshly tugging on the buds, eliciting beautiful moans from you. You lifted his face up from your boobs and kissed him, grinding your hips into him once more. The delicious friction made his mind go blank. “Fuck. Baby, I gotta eat you out. Can I eat you out?”

You nodded. He wasted no time, scooping you up and took you to his bedroom and laid you on the bed. His hands rested on the waistband of your jeans, eyes searching yours once more for confirmation. Another nod was all he needed to pull down your pants along with your panties, pussy on full display.

“Fuck… you're dripping.” He spread your legs apart and positioned his face right in front of your dripping cunt. “A fucking feast.” He licked a hesitant stripe before he dove in, relishing the taste of you. His nails dug into your thighs to keep them apart as he lapped up your juices, your moans only driving him more insane. His tongue dove into you before he went up to your clit.

“Jisung — fuck —” Your hands pulled at his hair but the pain only added to his arousal. He prodded his fingers at your hole because sliding one in and then two, pistoning in and out and adding to the mind-blowing pleasure you were already feeling. Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips, only increasing as he felt you clench around him more and more, making him wonder what his dick would feel like inside you.

“Make a mess f'me baby.” He mumbled against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.

“Fuck — J-Jisung, fuck I'm gonna c-cum — fuck —” Your thighs clasped around him, nearly suffocating him (he didn't care obviously), body spamming as you rode out your high. He kept his fingers inside you, feeling your walls clench around the digits. “Holy shit.” You laughed once you came down, breathing heavily as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, covering in your juices and looking pretty darn happy about that.

“I could eat you out forever and never get tired of it.”

“As much as I would like that, I'm pretty sure your dick is going to be much better.”

He swallowed, getting up to get a condom and take off his sweatpants before kicking them away. He crawled between your legs, rolling the latex onto his cock before he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” He pushed the tip in and inched himself slowly despite the fact that he just wanted to ram into like a dog in heat. Your walls were sucking him in and by the time he was fully nestled inside you, he was nearly delirious with the need to cum.

“You can move.” You put your legs around him, linking your ankles so he was impossibly deep.

He nodded, pulling back before snapping his hips forward, and then again and again until he set a even pace, his cock getting milked by your walls. “So tight.�� He groaned, balls aching already as he fought the need to cum. He bit his lip, eyebrows taut as he tried to get you closer to your climax as well. “F-Feel good?”

“So good. Amazing.” You moaned. “Fuck. So good. Such a… good boy.” That new nickname made him whimper. He buried his face into your chest to hide his whiny moans. “Gonna cum for me?” He nodded frantically. “Be a good boy. Hold it… just for a little while, okay?” He was panting, hands working on their own as one reached between your legs and found your clit and rubbed harsh circles. Your hands made their way to your breasts and pinched your nipples.

“‘M gonna cum — fuck —”

“Cum for me pretty boy.” The way your walls clenched around him made him moan loudly, whining and groaning as he couldn't hold himself back anymore and came in the condom. You climaxed as well, pussy milking him dry. He slumped against you, still inside as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out a minute later and threw away the condom, cleaning you up before he joined you on the bed again.

An arm thrown over your body, he pulled you close. “Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze. He didn't hear your reply, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.

You were gone.

That was the only sentence running through his mind when he woke up the next morning and you weren't in the bed next to him. You weren't in the bathroom. You weren't in the living room or the kitchen or anywhere. His heart was pounding in his chest, nearly painful as he stumbled about to find you. Did you hate what happened? Did you hate him? Was this all a fucking sick joke to you? He went from concern to anger and back again throughout the day, driving through the city out of his mind with worry. When he didn't find you in your usual places, he knew there wss only one place

The entire day was spent searching, trying to track you down. He texted, called, left voicemails, everything he could think of and you were at that clearing, leaning against your motorcycle with a cigarette in your mouth. Jisung stared at you, still unable to believe you were here in front of him right now. All those emotions that were boiling inside of him a second ago had vanished, their intensity replaced by a simmering anger. He marched over to you stood in front of you, folding his arms. “You could have just told me that last night was a one-time thing, that you weren't interested in more. I would have understood.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don't play stupid.” He scoffed. “I thought this meant more to you…”

“That's rich. Coming from you.”

“The hell do you mean by that?” Jisung glared at you, his anger rising again as he refused to let his feelings be invalidated.

“I saw your stupid text, okay?” You turned away from him, taking a long drag from your cigarette.

He froze. He loved Chan. He truly did. That man meant a lot to him but he knew none of that was an excuse. His friend had texted him whether Jisung had made a move on you and whether you were any good or not.

His heart sank and his stomach dropped with shame as he realized you know exactly what was said. “I-I... that text wasn't meant for you to see.”His voice shook as he tried to defend himself, but he knew he already lost. He could tell from your expression and from how calm you were that you couldn't be anymore indifferent about it. You didn't care that the message was meant to be a joke. In your eyes, it was the truth.

“Clearly.”

“I-It's not what you think.”

“Then what is it, huh?” Jisung sighed, his body sagging a little at your attitude. In the back of his mind, he couldn't completely deny that, at least in the beginning, the thought of having sex with you did have an influence on his actions. However, everything that happened after that — his feelings, his desire to get to know you better, wanting more than just a one-night stand — was... genuine. But he had no idea how to tell you.

“Sit down. You look like you're going to pass out." You moved to the side so he would have place on the grass. He nodded numbly as he sat down next to you. The grass was itchy underneath his palms. He felt a mixture of rage and despair as he watched you casually take another puff of your cigarette. A second later, the cigarette was taken out of your hands. “Hey!” You looked over at him. “Give that back.”

“It's bad for you.” He kept the cigarette away from you.

“Shut up.” You leaned over and tried to get it back, but you lost balance and fell on top of him. He caught you, arms wrapping around your waist so you wouldn't hurt yourself. It was an instinctive reaction that happened before he could even think about it, but when your weight pressed against him, he didn't let you go. His heart beat rapidly as your bodies were pressed together, your legs straddling him and your arms around his torso. You tried to get off but he held you tighter. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Let's just stay like this for a little bit longer.” Jisung's words came out as a whisper.

Your body soon relaxed in his hold. “Your friend is a jackass.” You muttered. He chuckled, beginning to stroke your hair as you laid on the grass, limbs entangled with each other. “And… it's not just that. I'm just… not good enough for you Jisung. My addiction to this… driving like a psychopath and smoking… you don't —”

“Don't tell me what's good for me and what's not. I'm not a kid.” He said sternly. “I can do whatever I want and I want you, Y/n. Yes, my initial attraction was physical but it's… so much more than that now. Your addiction? We'll work on it. But I won't let you completely give up riding a motorcycle because you're hella sexy when you do.” You laughed. “You're crazy, but you're mine. I love you Y/n. I think I said this last night… and it's okay if you don't give me an answer right now —”

“I love you too. I've spent too long denying that.” You interrupted him, leaning your head up so you could look him in the eye.

He smiled. “You mean that? Oh baby, I love you so so much.” He pulled you back into his chest and squeezed you. “We'll work on this together, okay?”

“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love you, pretty boy.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.”

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Thinking about riding Virgin Jisung. The two of you have been dating for so long, and you're so close that it just kind of happened.

One minute, you were kissing, and the next minute, you were on his lap, grinding against his hard dick and moaning into each others mouths. He always told you that he wants to lose his virginity to you so when he whispers that he's ready in the middle of kissing you, you waste no time making sure that he's serious before you take action. He's so hard when you take his cock into your hand. Just you stroking him has him whimpering and begging for more.

Once you decide that he's had enough teasing and foreplay you get on top, your dripping folds parting around his thickness. The full feeling of him inside of you was worth the wait. You move against him, finding a pace that you both seem to love and you both melt into the feeling, moans falling from your parted lips. Han's eyes are squeezed shut as he takes it all in, only opening them when he wants to see your face and make sure that you feel as good as he does. A wave of confidence hits him and suddenly he grabs your hips, fucking up into you a bit faster than you were riding him. Moans and whines fall from his parted lips before he stops suddenly, holding your hips down against him.

You knew that there was a very high possibility of him not lasting very long, It's his first time, you'd never blame him for that. You whisper some reassuring words to him, telling him that you guys can just go for a round two if he wants more but to focus on feeling good right now. He nods and allows you to move again, but the second that you do, you have him clenching his jaw and trying his best to last.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum. I can't hold back I'm gonna cum."

"Shit, I'm sorry baby, you feel so good."

"Please let me fuck you again. That was amazing, I need to feel you again."

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dirtykpopsnaps · 3 months

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Here’s the request for Han/Felix/Y-N!

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lix-ables · 10 months

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reader wearing that one shirt han loves so much and han going crazy over it and can't keep his hands off them 💛 thoughts?

lords, because BOY WOULD GO CRA-AAZY – him seeing you wear his favourite supreme shirt ( you know the one - the black supreme shirt of his. THAT LOOKS SO GOOD IMAGINE THOUGH ) , seeing it hang loose on you barely covering your skin or reaching your knees – he's already lost his mind. you're the only thing in his line of sight. he'd do anything , and i mean ANYTHING to keep clinging onto you.

if you're in the kitchen , trying to reach for something , you can expect him to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your stomach.

while ofc his crotch is up against your clothed ass ; one thing leads to another , next thing you know you're on the couch , with his fingers gripping onto your shirt to pull you closer while also thrusting up into you ‹33

( tehehehe @bbyquokka 🤭🤭 )

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wantonrowls · 1 year

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Stray Kids headcanons: Them as Sugar Daddy

Han Jisung

When the owner of a club that you were working for as a waitress delayed the payment on Han, never have you expected that out of the multiple women in there that he would pick someone like you as the payment. It was like an aimless hit, you were never an entertainer in there in the first place. You work there for part time as a waitress and when you overheard an aggravated Han assaulting your manager pinning his head with a butcher knife on the floor, you met his eyes and that mistake lead to another. Han knew that you heard them and that he was not gonna let you go easily so it made you an easy target as a payment of your manager. And since you have a lot of debt under your manager, you know best not to complain.

He handed you a contract about a Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby agreement which made you more super confused. He told you that you should draw a line and that he needed you to escort him and you should always respond to his requests. You crossed your arms, still unsure in which Han told you that if you're not comfortable with the things he wanted you to do then you should tell him immediately. Han assured you in exchange of the services that he would fulfill the wishes you needed in your life because it's supposed to be that way.

Leaving no holes in his statement, you wrote down your signature sealing it with the stamp of your thumb.

Han's work includes his hands getting dirty when necessary which was a land dealer. This was the reason why he looks like a thug or some sort of a mafia the first time you saw him accidentally almost about to butcher your manager. With that note, you're always walking on eggshells near him, afraid to piss him off.

The next day you woke up to the sound of a revving car outside your house. When you perked up, Han smiles at you.

"Good morning doll, hope you had a good sleep, wash up and let's get going" "Uhm, how did you found out about where I live?" "I know a lot more than that" "What-" "Wash up doll, let's go"

He took you out to shopping like a normal date. This side of Han was unexpected as he was smiling from ear to ear, excitedly picking in between the dresses and skirts while he shows it to you which you disagreed when he wanted you to try it on. And hey, this is Han we are talking about, he doesn't take no for an answer. When you went out of the dressing room he was in awe. Jaw almost dropping on the floor, you just look…mesmerizing that Han can't keep his hands to himself scooping you by the waist as he plants a kiss on your neck. You jerked your head to the side, uncomfortable with the kiss and when you panned your gaze back at him it's as if Han immediately changes his demeanor like a switch, more eager to pull your waist.

"I'm sorry doll, You just look so beautiful. Are you getting uncomfortable?" in which you nodded at him "Use your words, doll" his thumb carressing your lips, signaling for you to speak

"Y-yes" "What was that Y/N? Hmm?" "Y-yes D-d-daddy.." "Good Girl. We shall head back home then"

Home? Ah you just can't even comprehend his words when he said home. His concept of home is far more different than yours, it was a fucking penthouse with large gates and multiple body guards securing the area. It had a fucking huge swimming pool and out of all the rooms that he toured you on, his bedroom was the most luxurious thing you had ever seen which was shown on your face.

The first paycheck that you received from him was massive in amounts. It paid all of your debts, It advanced your rent and you have stock of groceries for yourself for the upcoming month. You have never been this happy opening your bank account so to return the favor you gave Han the bestest bj he has ever experienced. Like, eye-rolling, hair-pulling, cum-dripping experience for the both of you. Han after that became more clingly towards you, always calling you, always has an excuse on his sleeves just so he could see your face, always have to have you on his arm whenever he attends to something say a ball, a party or gambling but never when he's working as it could get bloody.

You're always gonna get pampered by Han with the latest bag and the latest shoes and if you're oh so eager again to return the favor, he loves it if you allow him to nip on your chest, leaving lots of hickeys in display only for his eyes to see.

Han switches his moods in a click. If he's in a dominant mood, he'll show it to you by manhandling you or enjoying you on your knees for hours until it bruises you. If he's in a caring mood, he'll let you lead by allowing you to pin him on the bed by your thick thighs, almost suffocating him while he licks you hours on end. This also means that if sex is allowed in your relationship he'll let you be a pillow princess while he does the work.

Lee Felix

When he spotted you at the bar while you're just working the night, you never expected that a Lee Felix would hand you an escort contract, like, what the fuck, Lee Felix? the one who owns multiple food chains globally? the one who always arrives at the back door with his huge body guards? the one who always pulls up with a new car every night? You never took it seriously until you saw his eyes that he was far more than joking about the idea.

"But I'm a bartender here, I don't work as an entertainer nor an escort" "That's why you're far more than qualified for the job, Y/N" "You don't get it, I won't be able to fix your issues" "But I could with yours,Y/N. I know you have a lot going on on your hands that's why I really wanted you to do it"

There's no escaping to that. Felix knows your debts and your rent due, he already knows that you've been sending small amounts of money to your parents back home which leads to you barely having enough to fund for yourself, he knows it all like the back of his hand. Left with no choice, you gave him what he wanted, to be a Sugar Baby.

The upcoming days felt like a dream. Felix pulled you out of misery in an instant. He let you live on his penthouse in exchange for your services, to make him happy.

And to make him happy, you have to give your 25/8 attention to him, be an attentive listener to him unless he said no and all in all be a good girl on your knees. If he arrives home from a business outside and he's in his bad temper, you better be wearing the lace underwear on his bed, ready for him to use your mouth.

If he comes from a trip abroad or just outside, you're always gonna receive a gift from him because he's just that affectionate. He loves showering you with bottles of perfume or watch or whatever you prefer, it's always a surprise.

Felix, in his cute and neutral mode, will always gonna ask if he could suck on your nipples. Whether if you're just chilling on his couch, on his car in the middle of the traffic, in the private cinema, wherever his kink fits and you better allow him. Like how can you not with that cute round cat eyes that he pairs with his purring

"Can I suck on your nipples baby?" "Felix I thought you were sleeping" "I could, if you let me suck on your tits" "My gosh, you're obsessed"

His hand will always gonna be on your waist travelling down your ass whenever someone hits on you at an event. It's like a signal to back off because he owns you. He loves seeing your neck decorated with necklace, and you know what, Felix loves biting you. Whether your thumb, your index finger, your shoulder, your earlobe or whatever his mouth could reach, it's always gonna get bitten by him, not in a harsh way. It's like an assurance for him that he's the only one who could do that to you.

Felix enjoys toys so to punish you if you've done something bad, he'll show no mercy until your mouth is full of his cum. His dick would be balls deep down your mouth while a vibrator is stuck on your cunt in the highest setting. The moans, the vibrations and the softness of your tongue always sends him to heaven which allows him to milk faster.

Felix is also a show off. He's in a bundle of awe whenever his investors compliments you or your good looks or whenever they compliment you as a couple. It's an ego boost for him if he sees that they're jealous of him to score someone like you.

What makes Felix be in distaste or in an awful mood is if someone makes you uncomfortable say by a compliment or a gesture. Like that one time when that arrogant investor asks how good are you in bed or does Felix want another slut and immediately with a flick of his finger, his personal security team pins the bastard to the ground, a gun to his head while Felix covers your ears.

"Everyone, this is what happens when you forget that I'm not fucking around" He announces as he pulls the trigger, a bullet struck on the forehead

This made you look at him in a different light. Like anytime you think of escaping him, he'll immediately pull the trigger on your head, like that cunt-mouth investor. Which Felix assures you while he hugs you tight on his chest back on his penthouse, that he'll never do that to you

"How sure are you that you won't kill me" "Because I'm asking you out on a formal relationship" "Wha-" clueless as he kneels infront of you

"Can I be your boyfriend, Y/N?"

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iseebyjone · 8 months

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# ... I'VE BEEN THINKING ( 001. )

pairing. han jisung x gn!reader

genre. straddling, coming untouched, making out, grinding, sub leaning!han, hair pulling, it's sweet tbh

wordcount. 500

disclaimer. mature content under the cut. minors do not interact.

jisung was growing sloppy. heat radiated from his entire body, his legs slightly parted as your straddled him. it was as if he did not know where to put his hands, they traveled up and down your body—pinching your butt, tickling your spine or grazing your chest. so many possibilities that his brain could not compute. all jisung could think about was your tongue twirling around with his and your heat pressing against his lower abdomen.

you took a handful of his hair and lightly pulled at it, earning a low moan from your boyfriend as you parted to breathe. he slightly opened his eyes and noticed that you were already looking at him. jisung whined under you and that noise had your mind racing. the want and need in his eyes, the way he desperately tried to keep you sat down on his lap, causing friction you knew felt delicious to him—everything about this made you want to ruin him. making out with jisung always brought you to dangerous territorycould anyone blame you? jisung was so eager to show you how good you made him felt.

making out always got him going. he would moan in your mouth, gasp as your fingers traveled down his chest and cry out when you would finally grind down on him. you did not want to tease him when he was being so good to you. meanwhile, your brain told you to stop moving your hips and remain sitted right where you were, pressing against where he wanted you to be.

jisung wanted to kiss you again, you could tell by the way he held his spit glazed lips slightly parted. he pleaded with his eyes, grabbed ahold of your shirt and brought his face closer to yours in an attempt to close the distance between your faces. at first you denied him and he whined again. he too knew which buttons to push. smiling down at him, you went back in to pepper kisses all over his face at first, everywhere but the area he wanted your attention to be focused on. you nibbled at his neck, mouthed at his jaw and pecked the corner of his mouth.

but jisung grew impatient, and you could tell by the way his thighs tensed up under you. so, you indulged him and kissed him senseless again. you were met with the amount of enthusiasm you expected. his hips bucked up instantly and his tongue found its way inside your mouth without even you trying to fight against it. you tried to ground his ass to the couch but he was stronger than you, managing to grind up against you.

suddenly, a gasp. a bite on your lower lip and his thighs trembled. surprised, you opened your eyes to look at him. inching your face away from his, you watched as he furrowed his brow and let out a shaky sigh. jisung would not look up, embarrassed.

"did you-"

"i didn't mean to." he started, voice low and out of breath. he closed his eyes and bit his lip to ground himself a little bit more. "felt too good."

you grinned and cradled his cheeks. at the soft touch, jisung's honeyed orbs fluttered open. "that's fine babe. wanna keep going?"

"please, don't stop."

kisses and hugs from river.

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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 1 year

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Feeling needed the way they needed you made you feel powerful, you would be lying if you said it didn't give you a little boost to your ego. That's how Jisung made you feel. He's always just so clingy, no matter what you're doing, and lord forbid you go too long without kissing him. Naturally, this clingy behavior would carry over into the bedroom.

Jisung loves to spoon you during sex in order to hold you as tightly as possible while he makes love to you, cause that's all it is—pure love. Similar to Chan, Jisung would take his time, not for your enjoyment but for his own. Jisung won't be satisfied until he has kissed, marked, and touched every inch of you; he just wants to take his time with you, just wants to feel you, all of you.

However, his needs tend to get the better of him and causes his movement to speed up. Spurts like these would come in waves, his movement ranging from super fast to painfully slow. The whole time, Jisung's arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and his head hidden in the crook of your neck, sweet pleas echoing from him (even though he has all of you) and soft declarations of his love repeated over and over again.

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thefantasyden · 1 month

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Needy Mutts

Pairing: Han + F Reader + Chan

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Puppy play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dom Chris, Puppy Switch Sungie, double creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, marking, filthy dirty talk, some degradation, lots of praise, gets gentle in the end then is filthy again, slight dub con in the beginning? (established dynamic), mention of nipple play maybe?

Word Count: 2570

Summary: FILTHY Puppies jisung and Reader put on a show for their Daddy.

He couldn’t resist. You were laying on the floor scrolling through apps on your phone, completely unaware of Jisung's eyes devouring you. The underwear you had on was clinging to the outline of your pussy, highlighting your puffy lips and before he could stop himself, he was reaching out from where he sat against the couch, his arms slipping under your thighs as he move to lay on his tummy, tugging the thin fabric that was covering your core to the side so that he could lick one firm strip along your pretty pussy.

“Sungie! What are you-“

A growl vibrates against the flesh of your ass as his teeth sink into it, warning you to keep quiet and let him do as he pleases. You were the more submissive of the two of you, and he knew you’d do anything he wanted you to when you were unsupervised.

“You looked so good laying there like that.” He mumbles against your skin, lips pressing against every inch he can find. “Practically begging me to take you.”

You whimpered quietly, head falling into your hands as he lapped at your wet cunt in long, languid strokes, nibbling your thighs occasionally. You can’t help but to yelp when his thumb slides down your slit to rub circles at your clit as he continues teasing your hole with his tongue, feeling the muscles spasm as his tongue circles you.

“Daddy wouldn’t be very happy with you right now, would he?” His breath is warm against your pussy and you can only whimper in response, thoughts flooding your head of what Chris would say when he found out you were so easily influenced by Jisungs advances.

He was playing with you, working you up so that he could physically see the way your pussy was dripping for him, new waves of slick coating you just for him to lap them up like he had been lost in the desert for days and you were his oasis.

“Being so good. Letting me play with your little cunt when you know Daddy says we aren’t supposed to do this alone.

“That’s never stopped you before!” You whine with a pout before your eyes are wide, both of your heads whipping toward the door as you hear the distinct squeak of it’s hinges, Chris standing in the door way with an amused smirk on his face as he watches a very brief look of fear, followed by thought before Jisung chooses to dive back in, devouring you like a starved man with his only goal being to make you moan as loud as he could in front of your Owner.

Chris isn’t surprised, shaking his head as he kicks the door closed, slipping out of his coat and making his way to the couch behind where you’re spread on the floor, settling in as he watches the filthy show playing out in front of his eyes.

“Look at my horny little mutts.” He muses to himself, raising an eyebrow when he hears Jisung growl against your cunt. “Couldn’t even go a few hours without getting yourselves in trouble, could you.” It’s not so much a question as it is a statement of the obvious, considering this was a constant occurrence for you two.

Jisung audibly whines against your pussy, aroused by the degrading words of your Dom whilst simultaneously feeling possessive over his favourite plaything. Nobody in their right mind would expect him to keep his needy hands off you when you’re always so ready and eager to please him.

He slips two fingers into your leaking cunt, pressing down against your gspot as he sits up on his calves, rolling his eyes even though the man behind you couldn’t see it. All Chris could see was your hips pressing up to meet Jisungs fingers as you fall over the thin line between needy and desperate, only thinking about your need to be filled.

“What do you expect? Poor puppy is always wet and ready to be fucked. You’re not taking care of her, so I have to do it myself.” His words have a subtle bite to them, his free hand gripping your ass firm enough to make you hiss in pain.

Chris scoffs out a laugh, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Think you’re such a stud, hm?” He’s taunting the younger boy, but he knows their true goal is a shared one. To have you falling apart entirely for their pleasure. He was rarely one to punish his pets for being such needy sluts. Truthfully, that’s exactly how he liked them.

“Prove it, then.” He eggs the younger boy on, his own hand slides down his body, connecting with his hard cock over his jeans and moving at an almost painfully slow pace, teasing himself as he palmed his cock through the rough fabric, his lip tugged between his teeth to suppress his groaning. “You have a pretty bitch laid out and desperate for your cock. Show us how much of a stud you are.” His voice has a roughness to it that registers even through the fog clouding your mind and it has you gasping a little louder, Jisung pulling his fingers from your aching pussy so that he can shove them into his own mouth, carefully cleaning them off before he slides them down your back, admiring the way his saliva glistens against your unmarked skin.

“Show me how well you can fuck our needy slut.” Chris puts a little extra emphasis on the degrading word for your benefit and his taunting has the desired effect, Jisung feeling his breath catch in his throat as he tugs his briefs down, Looking back at Chris and holding eye contact as he blindly teases your pussy with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down your slit to get himself nice and wet before he presses it inside of you slowly, head thrown back against his own will as he feels the way your walls flutter as he sinks into you. He was always a little thicker than you could handle even at his size and you’re gripping at the plush rug that cushions your body against the wooden floor, the slight stretch forcing any remaining thought from your mind so that all that remains is your need to be filled and used by your favourite men.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate to press one of his palms between your shoulders, holding you down as you wriggle to try and get more of him inside you. It truly feels like forever before he’s seated flush against your ass, taking a moment to savour how well you take him in before he begins thrusting into you. He wants to tease you, to take it slow, but he can’t make himself be patient when your cunt is clinging to him, clenching around his length and begging him to pound into you.

He sets just enough of a rhythm to ensure it feels good for you, but his thrust are far from smooth as he fucks into you like he’s never felt pussy before, always losing any semblance of his composure when he has you. It was the only real evidence that he was as desperate and clumsy as you were.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Sungie? Bet she’s so tight around your cock huh? Poor thing. She’s so wet you can barely keep it in.” Chris has his zipper down at this point, cock free from his boxers and standing to attention as he fucks his fist slowly, his grip firm as he tries to mimic the way your cunt grips him when he fucks you.

“You just like watching me use her little cunt.” Jisung spits, trying to stop himself from rambling and failing miserably when he feels and hears how you react, your moans sounding pornographic as you move a hand to your chest to play with one of your nipples. You were so desperate to be touched and it made him cave almost instantly. He lets the words spill out of his mouth uncensored for your pleasure, finding himself eager to make you feel as good as he was feeling in that moment. “You love how fucking filthy she looks when she’s filled with my cum. How nasty it sounds when you finally shove your cock in her once I’m done with her holes. Fuck. Daddy. She’s so fucking wet. Feels too good. God. Need to ruin her. Please”

Both men are groaning, moans flowing freely from each one of you as you’re fucked dumb on Jisungs pretty cock, Chris moving from the couch to kneel in front of you, your tongue lolling out of your mouth when you see his cock in all it’s glory right at the perfect level for you to take it into your mouth. You knew better, of course, and would never dare to touch his cock without his permission.

“I think she wants you to ruin her, Sungie.” He coos, petting your hair gently before his fingers grab a handful. He’s only holding your head still, not tugging at all as he taps the head of his cock against your tongue, smiling sweetly as your drool for him, spit dripping down onto the carpet. You’re so fucked out at this point that you’re thanking them for being so good to you, grateful for their undivided attention.

“Dumb puppy likes to be fucked full, don’t you baby? Does it make you feel good when Sungie uses you like you’re a worthless toy? You like being our pretty fleshlight?” You try desperately to nod but the grip on your hair prevents movement and you can’t speak to answer when Chris is pressing his cock into your mouth.

“That’s our good puppy.” His voice is proud as he holds you still, not moving his hips. He lets you tease his tip with your tongue, knowing you love the feeling of having something in your mouth even more when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Gonna cum. Please. Please let me cum!” Jisung is a mess behind you, his thrust uneven and the hand on your hip digging in painfully as he moves his other from between your shoulders to the side of your neck, Chris moving his hand from your hair to allow Jisung to pull you back flush against his body, his mouth connecting with your neck to leave dark bruises, marking you possessively. He was still capable of just enough thought to stick to one side, aware that Chris would want to mark the other himself.

“So fucking pretty taking my cock. Such a tight little pussy. She takes me so fucking well, Daddy. She’s so good for us.” The words flood your ears and you clench around him intentionally, catching him off guard as his hips press hard against you, his cum filling you deep as he pants, Chris catching your lips in a tender kiss as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

Jisung is panting, struggling to catch his breath as he holds you close, eventually letting you fall forward into your Dom’s arms. He only gets a few minutes of peace before he’s being pushed away from you gently, the older boy carefully picking you up so that he can lay you on the couch and position himself over you, his pants being pushed down just a little more to avoid the uncomfortable friction of jeans rubbing against your thighs where he settles between them.

“You did so good baby. Do you think you can take a little more?” your eyes are wide and your hands are gripping his shirt, the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. You’re pleading for him to touch you, whining to have your Daddy fill you. You could never have one of them without the other and not feel empty still after. You needed them both.

Jisung is crouched beside you now, kissing your cheeks sweetly and petting your hair as Chris drags his cock through the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it back in as he buried his cock inside of you. He was bigger than Jisung, but you were too fucked out at this point to feel anything but pure ecstasy. Being the centre of attention always made you feel out of control and overwhelmed and they were ready and willing to soothe you, Chris pressing gentle kisses to your lips, trading off occassionally to nip at your neck just hard enough to leave marks as he rolls his hips against your own, ensuring he was fucking you nice and deep. He always wanted to take his time with you.

“You’re so good to us baby.” He coo’s between kisses, Jisung massaging your scalp firmly making you sigh with joy. “You’ve been so good for us lately. Our sweet puppy. We love you so fucking much.” His thrust become harder, keeping the same slow pace as he grinds against your gspot with intention, urging you to cum for him. He always made sure your orgasm was reserved for him, knowing that Sungie was always too eager to be able to fuck you through it properly.

He can tell my the pitch of your moans and the way you dig your nails into his hip that you want to cum, grabbing Jisungs hand and bringing it down so that he could rub circles against your clit, watching your tongues meet as he focused on keeping himself calm so that he could give you what you deserve.

“Will you cum for Daddy? I wanna watch you cum for him, Puppy. Wanna see you cum on our Daddys cock.” Jisung is whispering between messy kisses, your hands switching constantly between grabbing at Jisungs shirt and gripping Chris hip as he fucks you.

They’re both whispering filthy praises to you and your high hits you without warning, your back arching as you keen, whimpering like a hurt puppy as you’re flooded with emotion. Chris laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth so that he can kiss your fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm, cooing softly when you start writhing from the overstimulation as he chases his own release.

“Doin’ so well. You can take it baby, I know you can. Just a lil more. You take Daddys cock so well, angel.” His voice is rougher and he’s lost a little of the calm demeanour he usually holds, groaning something filthy when Jisung manages to find a position that allows his tongue just enough room to lap gently at your clit which makes you squeeze the other man even tighter.

It doesn’t take long for Chris to feel his own orgasm ripping through his body, groaning and whispering his thank you’s, watching cum drip down to your ass when he pulls out. You’re crying and wriggling, the pleasure having been almost too much for you to handle.

He can’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and pride, kissing you before he whispers that he’ll be right back, leaving to get a damp cloth to clean you up just a little bit before he makes you shower.

He’s only gone for 2 minutes, and that’s all it takes for Jisung to settle himself between your thighs again, ignoring your pained begging as he tastes the mixture of their cum covering his tongue, shoving it inside you in an attempt to get more.

“I can’t leave you alone for even a second, can I?”

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catiuskaa · 4 months

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putting to good use

a short sub!jisung smut because he has been going crazy this comeback and I know it for a fact.

posting bc i have 33 drafts and its making me and tumblr a bit crazy lol

MY MAN NEEDS TO CHILL BECAUSE WOW MAN I CAN HANDLE UP TO A POINT

WC: 0.9k

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number 1 fan, and with the last comeback, who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

“Jagi, i’m home!” He greeted, the smile on his face rolling off on his cheeky tone of voice. Jisung giggled softly at the loud hum you let out as a greeting.

He left his coat on the entrance and then walked to the small office/studio you had both created in the apartment so you two could work from home, soundproof panels adding to the vibe and making it clear that there was an artist among you two.

“Oh, hi baby, how was your day? Aww, it was good, jagi, thanks for asking!” He mocked, resting his shoulder on the doorframe.

You stared at him from above the computer screen, your hand fidgeting with your lips, then just nibbling on them, quickly eyeing back to the device.

Han’s eyebrows shot up. He chewed on his lip, wondering if maybe he had done something to annoy you?

What would normally happen was that you'd smile at him, take your headphones off, and hug him tightly. Not just acknowledge his presence with a hum and a nod, your eyes glued to your computer.

Lost in thought, he went over to the kitchen and took a pack of instant noodles for himself. But he hadn´t finished setting up the pot to heat up the water when your arms slithered their way to his waist, turning him and caging him against the countertop, bodies tight against one another.

"J-Jagi?" He stuttered, flustered from head to toe.

"Thought I wouldn't do anything about it, huh?" Your sly snicker sent chills all over his body, and he gasped when your hips pushed him further against the counter. "You, looking hot, and sweaty, and all bothered on stage..."

Each aspect numbered had been accompanied by a gentle thrust of your hips, and Jisung couldn't —wouldn't— dare to hide the little whimpers that came out of his mouth. You smirked, pressing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.

"And, that silly little video... taking your jacket off your shoulders... and sticking your tongue out, breathless?" Whispers followed the trail of open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his shoulders, leaving lipstick stains on the way, and Han's legs wobbled in place, still trying to process what was happening.

He panted when you moved away slightly, almost failing to hold his weight on the counter behind him, feeling the cold marble pressed on his lower back, in contrast to how hot you had made him feel in the blink of an eye.

"I- I just..." he muttered, trying to get back his mind, which turned blank at your movements but was quickly silenced when you bit his lip.

You had never done anything like this. Yes, you liked to talk in bed sometimes, but never so dominating, never making him feel like he was yours to touch, and yours only.

He needed more. Now.

"Oh, baby." You cooed at him. He was seeing stars already, his body reacting to your touch and your whispers in a way he had never felt before. "If you stick your tongue out, you might as well be prepared to use it."

The kiss that followed was messy, like a flame that burned its way down his body, a mix of teeth and tongue that made him crazy. You then cradled his face in your hands and pressed his lips against yours, pulling him tightly against you. His mouth was fierce and eager, kissing you deeply, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. He didn't want to stop, so he kept pushing you against him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he held you close, his other hand weakly helping his body stay in place.

"I'm going to put that little mouth of yours to good use. Would you like that, baby?"

He was blushing furiously when you nibbled on his ear, waiting for him to reply, but you laughed when he nodded eagerly.

"Speak, baby. If we're going to do this, I need you to say what you want."

He panted, arousal flooding his body, his mind only able to focus on your body and your voice.

"F-Fuck, darling, please–"

You moved away from him, and he almost fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

You softly took his cheek in your hand, his skin hot and red.

"Such a good boy."

He couldn't help but groan now as he felt the anticipation build up inside him. He felt he was going to wake up at any moment because whatever was going on right now felt like a motherfucking dream.

Jisung let out a flustered sigh when you pushed him to the couch, your thigh spreading his legs open just enough to make him suddenly crave more.

"Be a good boy and don't move now, yeah?"

You felt his body tensing underneath your touch when you bent over, your hands resting on his thighs.

"Are you getting shy, baby?" You whispered tenderly at him, your tone completely different from before. He blushed deeply, not able to look at you when he nodded.

You raised your body and kissed him softly, a loving gesture that made Jisung feel butterflies not only on his belly, but all over his body.

“You are absolutely and undeniably beautiful, and you have no reason to worry about how you look or sound right now. Just enjoy it, baby.”

He cradled your face and kissed you tenderly.

You smiled. "Sit back and relax. I'll have my fun now."

~Kats, who had to stop because she got blocked and started laughing and giggling.

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hanjsquokka · 2 months

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dropping soon, tags anyone?

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qu0kkarambles · 1 year

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HaPpY

warnings- smut (minors dni), threesome, tears, tiny bit of angst (happy ending), established relationship, oral, unprotected sex

authors note - i know its been months since i wrote anything but i started this last year and finally finished it so enjoy!

It was a chilly December night when you and your boyfriend invited his members back to your shared flat for drinks and games. You had been dating Minho for almost a year, becoming extremely close with his friends over the course of your relationship. From nights at their shared dorms, birthday meals as a group and day trips acting as staff behind the camera, you’d become a part of their very exclusive family. They all loved you and knew Minho loved you too. So, they approved your relationship, and eventually the company agreed. The only member you weren’t as close to was Han Jisung. He seemed quiet and shy, but you were determined to make him more comfortable around you.

He was probably closest to Minho, so it meant a lot to you to try and forge a friendship with him. As you finished pouring the drinks, you wiggled yourself between Han and your boyfriend, earning a slightly embarrassed look from the younger. Sensing the shift in mood as you entered the room, Felix came up with an idea to perk everyone up.

‘Guys lets play truth or dare’ he suggested, bright eyed. No one could say no to Felix, so he quickly began the game, starting with Changbin. When the rapper replied ‘Truth’ looking confident, Felix’s eyes got impossibly brighter. ‘What’s your biggest kink, Binnie?’ he asked with a smirk as a flush worked its way up Changbin’s neck to his cheeks. He wasn’t expecting that sort of question from Felix, but the tone for the game had been set. As he stumbled through an answer, you caught Minho’s hand in your own, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. He looked from your joined fingers to your face, a small smile finding his face when he caught your eyes. The game had continued while you were both distracted, with Seungmin being dared to strip his top off and Hyunjin revealing he likes his hair being pulled and being choked.

The boys knew how possessive Minho was of you, and they weren’t sure how he’d react to whatever you shared. Hyunjin was the first of the boys with the balls to ask you ‘Truth or Dare’. You quickly replied asking for a truth, and when Hyunjin asked ‘What’s one thing you want to try that you’ve never done before?’ He deemed this a relatively safe question, but you needed barely a second to answer. ‘Threesome’ you were confident in your answer, eyes flitting to Han to see his reaction. You caught the slight blush that crept up his cheeks, and the other boys looked somewhat taken aback, some of the older members even looking impressed. ‘It my turn, right?’ you began ‘Hannie, truth or dare?’

The small boy next to you was a combination of scared and on edge. Scared of what he might be asked to reveal, and on edge that it was you asking. ‘Ummm, truth?’ his voice was shaky, and his cheeks only got redder when Felix whined that truth was boring, and he should pick dare instead. Damn Felix, why could no one say no to him? ‘Fine, dare’ he caved, trying to hide his nervousness at what you could possibly ask of him. You had always admired Jisung, from his incredible talent to his adorable cheeks, so when you felt him tense beside you, you decided to go easy on him. ‘Gimme a kiss Hannie’ you sweetly looked at him, hands still tangled with Minho’s. His mouth dropped open at your dare, as all chatter in the room stopped in an instant. No one knew how Minho would react to this, but he looked relaxed, seemingly unbothered by his girlfriend asking for a kiss from his best friend.

Jisung looked to him for approval, and when he received a small nod from Minho, he took your cheek in his hand and connected his lips to yours. The kiss was quick, a sweet peck as he was nervous, and the crowd of boys watching didn’t help this fact. But his lips tasted sweet, almost like cheesecake, and you were eager to get another taste. Almost as quick as the conversations in the room had stopped, they began again, giving you the perfect opportunity to lean over and whisper in Jisung’s ear. ‘When you guys go to leave, tell the others you’re going to stay here tonight, ok baby?’ His cheeks were glowing pink as he quickly nodded his head, not trusting his voice. His flushed cheeks eventually cooled down as the game continued, flaring again as you nonchalantly placed your hand on his thigh. You were acting as if this was the most normal thing ever, making Jisung even more confused and nervous at the thought of what might happen when the other members left.

As the night continued on, Jisung grew more nervous, his mind running a hundred miles an hour overthinking what you might want him to stay for. When the time came for the others to leave, he followed your request perfectly, and they quickly left the apartment, leaving you, your boyfriend and Jisung. Alone at last. ‘Um, so, w-why did you ask m-me to stay?’ he stuttered through his question to you, and you found his nervousness endearing. Even without trying, he was impossibly adorable, and you couldn’t help but stroke his cheek. ‘aw Sungie, don’t be nervous, me and Minho just wanted to ask you something. Without the boys eavesdropping,’ you tried to hide the small chuckle in your voice, but it was obvious you were entranced by the boy in front of you.

‘No need to be nervous Sung, its only us. We’ll always take care of you, right princess?’ Minho’s voice had startled you from behind, but you nodded in response to his question nonetheless. ‘a-and what did you want to ask?’ Jisung was still nervous, so to try and calm him, you trailed your hand from cupping his cheek, moving over his chest as Minho continued to speak beside you. ‘you know how I’ve always loved you Sung.’ He began, while slowly moving closer to the boy. ‘well, as it turns out Y/n here also wants you, and has always been curious about you, haven’t you princess?’ again you nodded your head, keeping eye contact with Jisung as your hands slipped under his shirt. ‘We’ve seen how flustered you can get around Y/n, so we were hoping you’d maybe join us sometime. What do you think, Sung?’ he concluded, now situated fully behind the younger. With you in front of him, Jisung was sandwiched between you, with no desire to escape.

He had always admired Minho. From the first time he saw him dance he was mesmerised, captured in the movements of the older boys body, the fluidity and strength leaving him in awe. Over time, this admiration turned to a small crush, which grew further and further until Minho introduced him to you. Meeting Minho’s gorgeous new girlfriend was a strong enough signal to him, yet he couldn’t help but still think about Minho every night when he was in bed. As he spent more time with you, you infiltrated his dreams as well, and before long Jisung was having nightly dreams about the two of you. And though he hated to admit it, they often ended up with him needing a cold shower or clean bed sheets.

Minho’s hands gripping his waist from behind bought him back to reality, as he whispered in his ear. ‘Well, Sung?’ Finding a sudden burst of confidence, Jisung decided not to reply with words, but instead to lean forward and capture your lips with his, making Minho chuckle behind him. ‘I take that as a yes’. As Jisung fell more into the kiss, you wrapped your hands around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair, eliciting the most beautiful moan. While you were focused on Jisung, you had failed to notice Minho removing his shirt, and unbuttoning Jisung’s ready to remove. When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, you were gobsmacked at the sight of him.

You were used to Minho’s defined, strong muscles, but Jisung was another story. He was less muscular, and more toned, with a petite waist and gorgeous skin. Minho was sexy with his top off, but Jisung was pretty. The desire to litter his chest and tummy with hickeys was overwhelming and you moved to kiss his chest when Minho interrupted you. ‘Lets move this to the bedroom, shall we princess?’

Irritated that he’d interrupted your plans, you decided to ignore your boyfriend, opting instead to continue where you left off. Your lips met Jisung’s neck as he let out a quiet gasp, and you immediately began your torturous attack on his perfect skin. Refusing to move on from an area until it was red and purple, you left a trail of marks over Jisung’s chest before you felt Minho’s hand around your waist. Before you knew it, you were lifted into the air, pulled off of Jisung as Minho put you over his shoulder and carried you into your shared room.

‘Don’t start disobeying me now we’ve got company princess’ he said, the smirk obvious in his voice as he carried you through the apartment, Jisung’s hand limply hanging in Minho’s as he followed. You pouted, missing the sweet taste of Jisung’s skin, but as soon as you reached the bedroom and Minho dropped you gently on the bed, you reached for Jisung, desperate to taste him once again. Jisung was still unsure, his confidence in first kissing you depleting as he realised what was about to happen. As you sat waiting for him, shirt thrown across the room, his eyes widened, unsure of what to do, of what he was allowed to do, of what boundaries he was able to cross.

He hadn’t noticed Minho move behind him, only realising where the older had gone went he felt firm hands circle his waist, soft kissed placed against his neck as he felt the older boys chest against his back. ‘Look how pretty she is Sungie. Be a good boy for us baby, don’t leave her waiting.’ As he spoke, Jisung melted into his skin, the strong arms around him feeling like home. He never wanted to leave the safety of their embrace, but he could see how desperate you were becoming, eyes filled with lust as you watched Minho leave soft kisses against Jisung’s skin. With a firm hand on the small of his back, Jisung was pushed forward toward the bed, toward where you waited, needy for him.

As soon as he was in reaching distance, your hands grabbed for him, your lips crashing to his as he wrapped his arms around your neck, still in shock that he was actually kissing you, that this was actually happening. His lips were soft and sweet and your kiss was slow, the unsaid feelings that had lingered between you for months all being poured into this kiss. With Minho watching, you felt overwhelmed by the moment, pulling away from Jisung’s lips to kiss along his neck, hiding your face against his skin as you worshipped his body. Minho knew you, almost too well. He knew kisses were your favourite thing, and he knew the hours the two of you had spent talking about Jisung and his perfect lips. He knew you would only dare to pull away from his kiss if you were feeling overwhelmed, and he knew Jisung would do nothing without explicit instruction.

‘Jisung, baby, come here.’ He said, motioning for Jisung to sit beside him where he had lain back near the pillows of the bed. You whined as Jisung moved away from you, not wanting to stop making pretty marks along his tanned skin. But when you saw Minho pull him closer, their lips meeting, you didn’t care. They were beautiful, and the whines that left Jisung as Minho playfully nibbled his lip went straight to your core. You crawled on all fours toward them, stopping as you got loser, only to palm them both through their clothes, the moan falling from Jisung’s lips making Minho twitch beneath your touch.

‘Min, please, can I?’ you asked tentatively, eyes switching between his face and your hand, a wordless question. A small nod was all the confirmation you needed before pulling at his sweatpants, leaving your boyfriend completely naked as he continued to kiss Jisung. Slowly, you took his length into your mouth, peace filling your mind as you felt the weight of him against your tongue. His moans escaped from their kiss as you began to tease him, kitten licks against his tip finally pulling his attention from Jisung. With his lips separated from Minho, Jisung could finally see what you had been doing, and without hesitation moved toward you, big eyes staring up to Minho as he waited permission. Minho could never say no to him, and with a small nod Jisung joined you in teasing your boyfriend. His movements were less sure than yours, and because of this, he was even more of a tease, pulling guttural moans from Minho as he softly licked and sucked and kissed him. Jisung’s lips were red and swollen, and he looked so beautiful like this you couldn’t help yourself, threading your fingers through his hair before pulling him toward you, tasting Minho’s precum on his lips as you explored his mouth. For a moment, you got lost in his kiss, almost forgetting Minho was beneath you. Almost.

You knew he was being patient with your teasing, not wanting to be too strict when it was Jisung’s first time with you, but you had pushed his kindness now, and you knew your brattiness would be punished. His hands found your hair as he harshly pulled, tugging you back until you were staring at him, no longer lost in Jisung. ‘Princess, don’t forget to finish what you started, or I’ll have to make you sit out while I play with Sungie all by myself.’ The smirk across his face only grew when his words sank in, the realisation across your face as you processed his words turning him on even more. You began taking his full length, bobbing your head earnestly as Jisung kissed along Minho’s torso, the older boy throwing his head back in pleasure as Jisung reached his nipples and began to toy with them.

Before long, his hips were bucking, overwhelmed by the assault on his body from the two people he loved most in the world. The combination of your mouth around him, Jisung’s tongue exploring his chest and the feel of Jisung quietly grinding against him sent him over the edge, moaning out a string of curses and a mixture of your names as he filled your mouth. You knew to swallow, be the good girl Minho had taught you to be, but he had also taught you to share, so you quickly pawed at Jisung, pulling him in to kiss your lips as you shared Minho’s cum between your lips. Minho was mesmerised by it, knowing that Jisung was also tasting him had his mind spiralling, and quickly pulling you closer, desperate for his girlfriends lips on his.

While Jisung had been grinding against Minho’s side, he’d edged himself incredibly close to the edge, only for his release to be taken from him when Minho had cum, his hips stopping when you pulled him close. But now, he was desperate. He began to once again grind himself against Minho’s side, desperate for any type of friction he could find, but before he could get himself into any sort of rhythm, his hips were held still, Minho lowly tutting at him as he held him. ‘oh baby’ his voice was laced with sweetness, a mocking tone hiding behind his smile. ‘rutting against me like a bitch in heat. How adorable’ he said as he placed his thumb against Jisung’s pout. You were straddling Minho now, watching Jisung’s big eyes and pouting lips from where you sat snuggled into Minho’s neck.

‘princess, baby boy is needy. Be a good girl.’ He said, gently hitting your ass as he shifted beneath you, a clear sign for you to move. You followed his orders, moving from his lap before Jisung took your place, his back against Minho’s chest. Minho placed soft kisses against Jisung’s neck as Jisung watched you, nervous on what you would do as you carefully pulled his sweatpants down. As he was released from the confines of his clothes, you could both see how desperate he was, red and leaking as he tried to hide his face and his growing blush. As you straddled him, your hand on his chin, you turned him to face you, kissing him hungrily as you sank down. The moan that left both of you was sensuous and guttural, the sound going straight to Minho’s head as he began playing with Jisung’s chest.

Jisung was overwhelmed to say the least. Minho’s hands across his chest, teasing and flicking his nipples, as well as his kisses along the younger boys neck, all coupled with the feel of you sinking down around him was too much for him to handle. A small tear spilled down his red cheeks as he began to whine, the overwhelming pleasure taking over him. Jisung wasn’t as long as Minho, but you could feel yourself stretching around him as you sank down, slowly rocking your hips forward as you adjusted to his size. You captured his lips with your own, your moans being trapped in your kiss as you began to ride him. Each small gasp and whine from his lips spurred you on, your pace increasing as you chased your high. Minho could tell from his position behind Jisung how close you both were getting, and could see Jisung barely holding himself together.

‘Cum sungie. Cum for us’, he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung hadn’t even realised he was waiting for permission from Minho, but now that it had been granted, he finally released, filling the room with his moans as he reached the edge. You slowed your movements as he began to whine at the overstimulation, kissing along his chest as he caught his breath. Minho continued kissing along Jisung’s neck, before moving from under the younger boy. His hands ran along the length of your spine before coming to rest on your ass. You were still peppering Jisung’s chest with your kisses when Minho hooked his hands under your ass, lifting you off of Jisung. You whined at the empty feeling before Minho spoke. ‘come on baby sungie will be sensitive. Sungie, hold her while I finish what you started.’

Jisung wrapped his arms around you, Minho lining himself up behind you before sinking in. you had unintentionally edged yourself with Jisung, and were desperate for release. ‘please min, need you’ you begged, knowing how easy it was to get your way with your boyfriend. His fingers threaded through your hair as he began to thrust into you, increasing his pace with each moan and curse that fell from your lips. Jisung was still below you, and now that he had caught his breathy, he too was driving you crazy, his wandering hands and soft kisses in all the right places making you brainless. ‘min please- wanna- sungie fuck please’ your words were broken up with gasps and moans as Minho tugged your hair, Jisung’s lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. Your continued pleas coupled with your moans filling the room made Minho increase his pace even more, becoming almost animalistic as he chased his high. Your lips found Jisung’s as you reached your high, the younger boy swallowing your moans as your boyfriend sent you flying over the edge. It was seconds later that Minho reached the edge as well, emptying himself into you as his hips stuttered and slowed. Your body was limp on top of Jisung, and Minho’s arms quickly began to give way before he moved himself to the side so he wouldn’t hurt you. Slow kisses between you and Jisung was all the movement any of you could manage right now, eventually reaching out for Minho as well, craving his kisses.

As Minho pulled away, you and Jisung both pouted, a small whine leaving the boy below you, neither of you wanting Minho to go anywhere. ‘oh hush both of you. I’m gonna get cleaned up and get you something to wear I’ll be right back.’ he said, clearly unable to stay mad at either of you once he saw how cute you both looked. While Minho was gone, you continued to snuggle with Jisung, both of you sharing kisses and small giggles while you waited for him to return. When Minho returned to see you both giggling between kisses, his heart melted. He quickly moved toward the bed, scooping you up in his arms as he carried you from the room, waiting for Jisung to follow at every turn. Soon he had you both showered and in comfy pajamas, snuggled under the covers while he checked the door was locked and the lights were off in the rest of the house. When he returned, you and Jisung had already drifted off to sleep, cuddled into each other with not even the smallest gap between you. Minho cuddled in behind you, wrapping his arms over you both as he too drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you woke to feel Jisung’s arms around you, holding you close, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. As you wiggled your way out of Jisung’s firm hold you heard a clatter in the kitchen, and followed the noise to see your boyfriend, tanned back bare with sweatpants hanging low on his waist as he stood over the sink, washing his hands. Your arms wrapped around his body surprising him, your cheek flush against his back as you moved around the kitchen holding him. ‘baby, need you to let go so I can make you breakfast’ he said as he pulled you around to his front. A quick peck on your lips was all you got before he was back to work preparing a breakfast feast for the three of you to enjoy. You sat watching him, making yourself a coffee as you watched your boyfriend cook before you heard a small noise from the bedroom. You figured it was probably nothing, and went back to humming along to the song Minho was singing, stomach rumbling as you watched the food cook.

The next time you heard a noise from the bedroom, it wasn’t quiet, and it wasn’t happy. Your eyes met Minho’s as you both realised what you were hearing. A sob. Loud desperate crying. Minho turned off the cooker, the two of you rushing to the bedroom to see Jisung crying, curled in on himself in a tangle of limbs and covers, face red and tear-stained. ‘sungie, sungie breathe. Its ok. What happened? You’re ok’ Minho’s voice was calm, but the panic wasn’t as well-hidden as he would have liked. He moved to Jisung’s side, wrapping his arms around the younger boy as he cried and struggled to get his words out.

‘I’m sorry I’m so so-sorry I shouldn’t have done it. I’m so st-stupid’ Jisung’s cries broke your heart as you moved to his other side, a delicate touch on his arm, cautious to overstep any boundaries. Minho had known him longer, and knew how to calm him down, but you had never seen Jisung in such a state before, and the thought of doing anything wrong or making things worse, sent a shiver down your spine. ‘what happened sungie? What did you do?’ Minho asked, his hand softly soothing the younger boy. ‘take your time’ you said as Jisung tried to get his words out.

‘last night – I’m- I’m so sorry. Shouldn’t have stayed. Sh-should go. I should leave you two’ he said, crying more and more with every word he spoke. ‘sungie, be honest with me now. Please.’ Minho said, waiting for Jisung to nod before continuing. ‘last night, did- did you not want-?’ his words stuck in his throat, not wanting to think that he had truly hurt his best friend or made him do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Jisung’s eyes widened, shaking his head quickly before Minho could finish his questions. ‘then why are you sorry?’ you asked, pulling Jisung’s attention away from Minho and onto you instead. ‘I just- you two are- youre so in love and so p-perfect for each other and d—don’t need me’ Jisung’s voice broke as he spoke, hiding his face in his hands as he tried to pull away. Waking in an empty bed, Jisung had assumed the worst – that you both regretted it, and would want nothing to do with him. Your eyes caught Minho’s as he silently nodded to you.

‘sungie, baby look at me’ you said, your fingers resting beneath his chin to lift his head up. ‘You’re right. I love Minho, and he loves me, but youre also wrong. We do need you. We want you. So long as you want us’ you said, eyes softening as you watched Jisung process your words. ‘yo-you want me?’ he sked, his eyes shining bright from the fresh tears as he looked between you both. ‘sung I have been in love with you since the day I met you. When I met y/n, I thought my feelings for you would fade but, well, they haven’t.’

‘y/n, you-youre ok with this?’ Jisung asked, turning to look at you more closely. ‘Jisung, Minho is the sexiest man I’ve ever met,’ at these words, you saw how jisungs face fell. ‘but you, Han Jisung, are the cutest. And we both love you.’ As you spoke, you wiped the last of the tears that fell down his cheeks, placing a gentle kiss on his tear-stained cheek to further your point.

As you pulled back, Jisung’s hand found your arm, pulling you closer once again as he captured your lips with his own, the bitter taste of coffee on your tongue grounding him even more. ‘come on sung, wipe your tears. I made breakfast and it will be getting cold.’ Minho said, swooping the younger boys body in his arms to carry him from the bed in a fit of giggles. As the three of you ate, you stole soft kisses, quick touches and knowing looks. You all knew you had a lot to talk about, but you were all excited for what would come next in your new relationship.

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