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WE’RE NOT HAVING SEX — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: switch!jisung, switch!reader, established relationship, A LOT of teasing, hair pulling, dirty talk, face slapping (j. receiving), ass slapping (f. receiving), begging, a bit of degrading, oral (f. receiving), cockwarming, edging (f. receiving), creampie

he’s been begging you to sit in his lap, while he works, since forever. but for some reason you’ve always declined, saying you don’t want to distract him. today was no different.

“jagi, please. i just want to feel you.”

the request stems from his constant need of the feel of you. no matter where and how. jisung claims, that it will help him focus better, but you hardly believe so.

“please, please, please,” he whines, pointing at the monitor. “chan is gonna kill me, if i won’t finish this by tomorrow.”

you sigh. "we're not having sex."

"we're not.” he raises his hands in surrender, agreeing with the wicked smile.

how can you not give in on this, when you boyfriend is basically begging you to sit on him? even if he is bluffing, you can’t resist any longer.

you hop in jisung’s lap. legs parted and crotch resting on top of this as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle his cheek.

he murmurs a sweet "i love you", as a thank you.

you hear him start typing something on the keyboard. moments later jisung puts his headphones on and begins to work. you rest your head on his shoulder. the rhythmic sound on keyboard and mouse clicking almost puts you to sleep.

until it wakes you up. you definitely fell asleep for some time, but now you can feel, that jisung is shifting in his chair and breathing heavily. and not because of the work. you can tell he's gotten aroused. the bulge pressing against your pussy.

"we're not doing anything, ji. not until you finish this. you said it yourself, chan is gonna kill you.”

your head still rests on his shoulder, while you are playing with strands of his hair.

"i know but-" he sighs, obviously not content with the plan he's agreed upon. “can i just put it in? please? i won't move, i promise. i just... it's… i'll focus way better, if we do that."

"jisung..." you sigh, pulling away to look him in the eye and silently scolding him.

"please? just a bit. you won't even feel me. i'll be completely still. please, jagi.”

"you are so stupid…”

however, you agree to this. the idea is too tempting to pass on. and so, you lift your hips up and move your panties to the side. at the same time, he rushes to pull his hard dick out of his pants, scared, that you’ll change your mind.

"ah, so warm, jagi." he exhales, once his cock is fully buried deep inside your cunt, free hand resting on your waist.

you're back with your head on his shoulder, pussy sometimes clenching around his dick just to mess with him.

"d-don't... do that. what… if i cum?"

"that'd be a shame," you say with a chuckle, the vibrations traveling through your body and making you clench some more.

it takes all of his might not to fuck into you and focus on his work instead. you let him work for a bit, and then start messing with him again, until he starts squirming around.

"jagi, please," jisung moans, "just need to fuck you, im begging you.”

you respond, trying to hide a smirk on your face. "you said you need to work and you wanted to stay like this, just inside me, not fucking. that's exactly what we're doing right now."

he starts to move and thrust against you, but you hold him by his shoulders in place and squeeze around him, making him let out a loud whine.

“jagi, please, please, i know you want this too. stop messing with me.” he whines even louder. “i am sorry about what i said. but i really want you right now, please. just let me-“

you can’t hide your smirk anymore. you just love seeing him like this - whining and begging under you. it takes you a lot of self control, not to give in to his begging quickly.

jisung runs his hand through his messy hair, as he promises. "i’ll be good, i am sorry! please, just fuck me.”

you look at him again. pouty lips that beg to be kissed, fucked up look on his face, eyes shuttering in lack of friction to his dick. jisung rests his hand on your hip, drawing circles on your skin and looking as if he is going to burst out of his own skin at the anticipation.

his words turned you on so much. when he is like this, stumbling over words and not able to get his point across, that makes your pussy throb.

finally, you slam your lips together, making jisung let out a loud whine. you can smell his perfume and shampoo. something that smells like raspberries, but still so him. 

jisung breathes heavily into the kiss, as you let your tongue into his mouth, pulling his hair softly with one hand. he whines again, hips just barely moving up. he won’t do anything, until you say so. you know that, but keep teasing him for a little bit longer. that fucked up look on his face is way too exciting.

“oh, look what you’ve got yourself into,” you say again. “so weak for my pussy, can’t even put your dick inside me, without begging me to fuck you.”

jisung just whines in response, unable to form a proper sentence.

you let your head stay close to his, so that your wet lips are brushing against his to tease him. and it works - he looks like he is about to die, if you don’t kiss him again.

his cheeks are flaming, bright crimson and his chest heaving underneath the thick fabric of his hoodie.

“p-please. please, jagi, i’ve been good, i am not even trying to move inside you!“ he begs again. you can feel that he is getting to his limit.

you give in and finally make a move with your hips, slowly going up and down. he instantly lets out a high pitched moan and writhes, trying to fuck into you.

you lean forward, gripping his cheeks between your fingers. they squish together comically, but jisung is still looking at you expectantly. does he want you to slap him? he doesn’t even need to say anything, you know him so well. you pull your hand back, and then quickly slap his right cheek.

“fuck- yes,” he groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up into your pussy. “o-oh. jagi. i love, when you do that. harder, please, hit me harder.“

“you are such a whore, ji.” you say, giving him another firm slap to his cheek, the same one, making him whine.

“don’t act like you don’t like get slapped, jagi.” jisung responds with a loud slap to your ass, that makes you moan loudly. you are at your high as well. he grins. “that’s what i tho-“

you cut him off, sinking down onto him in one go. you shut your eyes, feeling his dick aline perfectly inside you. it makes you let out a pleased sigh.

before you can begin moving, jisung picks you up by your waist and flips you over against his desk, beginning to thrust into you frantically.

“hey! i was about to start moving!” you jolt at the movement, letting out a loud moan. “jesus- babe!”

“you teased me for too long, jagi. i-i can’t help it anymore. want you so bad.” he responds, holding your waist to meet his thrusts, slapping your ass in the moment, asserting dominance, that he never had in this relationship. after that much teasing, he just uses you as his fucktoy, eyes rolling back into his head.

the switch of dynamic turns you on even more. you love when is submissive to you, but it’s a whole another level, when he becomes impatient and takes things into his control.

jisung mumbles something, probably how good your pussy feels, moving his hand and placing his fingers on your clit. even after you being mean to him, he is trying hard to please you.

“f-fuuck, baby, you are so good at this.” you whine, as moans start to fall out of your mouth unabashedly.

he moans as well, as he feels his dick get wetter with your arousal, thrusting in and out. it is dirty, extremely messy and, probably, very loud. good thing recoding room has solid soundproofing.

“oh, jagi, gonna cum!“ he groans and slaps you once again, making your pussy clench against him even more.

it only takes him a few more thrusts before hot cum floods into your pussy. he is loud, whining and sobbing through his orgasm. as he finishes into you, he turns you around and sits you at the edge of the desk, not caring much about it being sticky with his own cum afterwards.

“a little bit closer to me, jagi.” he commands.

he knows you too well. he knows, that you won’t be able to cum on his dick, and he doesn’t want to make you cum on his fingers, so he always makes sure that you cum on his tongue.

jisung wraps his hands around you to bring your pussy even closer to his face. the warmth of his breath is then followed by the gentle kisses he places on each inner thigh, slowly inching closer to your clit. you hold in your breath for a second.

“you taste so good.” he mutters into your pussy.

you can’t lie, he has always been so good at eating you out. the feel of his wet, hot tongue lapping and sucking sends you into a state of oversensitivity. his lips latch onto your clit, while he whines at tasting you. wide licks cleaning up the mess between your folds, the mix of your arousal and his cum, making you twitch at the sensation. 

your legs are shivering and shaking from the pleasure that’s beginning to surge throughout your body - a sign to jisung that you’re about to cum, and just before you do so, he stops and pulls away.

“mhm… babe?” you whine out.

“i think it’s my turn to tease you.” he smirks.

this can’t be happening right now. you bet he feels so proud of himself for doing so.

“c’mon, i made you cum, don’t do this to me!” you cry out impatiently.

jisung smiles, not moving in any direction. he just wants to see you beg him, as he begged you before.

“say what you want me to do.”

you sigh. you hate when he does this. it makes you so embarrassed saying things out loud. you love to be in control instead.

“mhm? why so shy all of a sudden?” he repeats. “what do you want me to do? if nothing, then i will just stand up and leave.”

“ugh-h, you are such an ass for this!” you become a little mad. “fine. can you make me cum, please?”

“how exactly?” he continues with a biggest smirk on his face.

you roll your eyes, already thinking of a payback for the next time.

“make me cum with tongue… please, ji! just put your tongue on my clit again and lick it till i cum! please!”

“okay, okay, i will stop teasing you.” he laughs and places a kiss on your inner thigh.

finally, jisung latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, earning a moan from you. you are clearly overstimulated, but it feels so good. even better than before.

jisung sticks his tongue inside, darting it out harshly to graze over your clit and swirl around it. your moans become much louder. gosh, you are so close. you gasp in pleasure, arching desperately into his face and beginning to rhythmically grind movements against his tongue. you open your eyes for moment, which have been shut blissfully in pleasure, to look beneath you. jisung’s face is buried deep in your cunt, as his mouth glistens with your arousal.

this view itself sends you to your high. you close your eyes, grinding against him in riding motions, chasing your orgasm. you clasp your legs around his face, your thighs trembling, feeling your clit pulsate on his tongue. you say nothing to jisung, simply letting a series of moans vocalize your release to him.

jisung pulls away, when he hears your breathing has slowed down. his lips are covered in your arousal. not being able to hold back, you lean in for a quick kiss. he smiles into your lips.

“like the taste?”

“mhm.” you respond, pulling away and licking your own lips.

you jump off the desk, looking at the mess you made - a mix of his cum and yours all over it, keyboard on the floor, mouse wire dangling nearby.

“well, i guess you won’t be able to finish your work till tomorrow, am i right?” you tease again, earning an eye roll from him.

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HARD THOUGHTS #2 — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: confident-cocky!jisung, oral (f.receiving), dirty talk, face sitting a/n: i’m horny so...

everyone always describes jisung as a whiny subby mess, who can’t dom you at all and will cry out of frustration. but i’m here to propose a cocky-confident jisung agenda.

first of all, have you seen this man’s smug smirk when he is on stage?? AND THAT DAMN TONGUE.

just imagine him doing this face during sex - smirk on his lips, bottom lip clamped between his teeth. he sticks his tongue out in anticipation, while he takes off your panties and settles down between your legs. and while doing so, he never breaks the eye contact, because he knows how flustered it makes you.

he doesn’t call you filthy names or treats you like a bitch. instead, he teases you and makes you feel so shy out of nowhere. be prepared, because you’ll always be blushing like crazy while having sex with him.

“wanna stay forever between your legs.”

“the blush on your cheeks is so cute.”

“do you like that, jagi?”

“want me to eat you out more?”

“you taste so good, i can't help it.”

“you are so greedy. can’t even live a day without having my face down there.”

he says these things, knowing that HE is the one who can’t live a day without your pussy. but he just loves having you blushing and stumbling over your words.

he has your arousal smeared all over his face - covering his chin and lips, but he doesn’t care. he only smiles at the way you cover your eyes in embarrassment while he licks your juices off his face.

if you sit on his face, he for sure will hit you with “i said, sit, jagi. don’t worry if i can breathe or not. just sit on it.”

he is confident in his actions, knows exactly what to do to make you squirm under him and cum in a few minutes. his big hands and long fingers covered in rings never leave you body, always finding some part of it to grab onto. if he is not caressing your thighs, be sure he’ll squeeze your boobs or hold down your waist.

he doesn’t admit it, but he cums in his pants just from making you finish on his tongue. he really just can’t help. you taste too good.

a little compilation of jisung with his tongue out because he needs a pussy on his face to put that tongue for use

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thanks for the clarification ♡

so here is the thought I had

hyunjin and reader being each other's crush but absolutely idiotic about it so they don't know the other's feelings

they have common friends that are sick of the tension between the two. one decides to tell hyunjin, the other suggests the reader to do something to make hyunjin jealous so she can find out if he likes her. (boring I know)

one time when everyone's around, she flirts with jisung or something idk and she gets too touchy so hyunjin is annoyed af. pulls her away to somewhere private and voila, they've confessed in the best way possible 😌🌸

Crush - smut w/Hyunjin. 18+ only mdni.

{Mina’s notes: Anon also wanted to throw ‘kitten’ in it (my fav pet name 👀) Also I really enjoyed writing this & love how much details you put on the request!! My box is open for feedback 💓}

You don’t know how you got in this situation but here you are; staring at your friend who is currently playing basketball, topless. Well, you’re more like drooling over him.

He just looked so good, so hot. His tall, lean, milky body just running around on the court covered in a thin layer of sweat. Normally you hate the thought of sweat, but it works for him. It works well for Hwang Hyunjin, actually. He even looks like he smells nice too. You watch as he laughs at the other players, hogging the ball like the main character in some high school drama. Your eyes waver from his pretty smile to his muscular arms to his piercing, which is sitting so perfectly under his eyebrow, then to his burgundy hair.

You pay attention the beads of sweat that trickles from his hair to his chest, dripping down his body. You gulped when you see them land on the area just underneath his belly button. You completely loss your sanity as your eyes covered that area. His treasure trail? Happy trail? Whatever people called it. Why was it so sexy on Hyunjin?

You quickly look away before anyone catches you; you shouldn’t be looking at him like that. Hyunjin is your friend.

When you meet him two years ago in your first year of college, he was just some guy in class you become friends with. He is good looking, but you didn’t find him attractive. There was no chemistry, no tension, no feelings. You don’t know how it started but you find yourself thinking about him every other hour of the day now. You would freeze when someone else mentions his name, blush when he was in close proximity of you and even stutter when he speaks to you.

“Hey.. Hey Y/N,” a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, followed by a nudge on your shoulder.

“Hm?” You answered, unaware of who was even calling out to you. You turn your head and there he was, your crush Hwang Hyunjin crouching down next to you, smiling at your blank reaction. You’re used to him towering over you since he was way taller than you but to have him crouched down like this looking at you makes you feel a bit.. timid.

“I’m going to borrow this,” he says dangling your fresh hand towel in-front of you. Oh yeah, the hand towel you carry around in your bag just in case your physical education professor makes you participate in class. The one you won’t let anyone use or even touch.

When they say having a crush makes you do crazy stuff, they do mean it. You were quick to lean him it.

“Huh.. uhh yeah, sure,” you answered, eyes travelling from your towel to his face again.

When you realised you’ve been staring at him longer than you should have, you cough and drop eye contact, making Hyunjin gulped a little bit too loud. “I don’t need it anyways you can keep—”

“—I’ll return it,” he says with a smile. “I’ll wash it first of-course.” You nod your head quietly as you gather up your belongings, getting ready to go to your next class.

“Come on Hyunjin, we are going to be late for class!” Chan, the oldest out of the friend group, calls out to him.

“So.. I’ll see you at lunch then?” Hyunjin says after noticing your quietness.

“Yeah, I’ll see you at lunch,” you mumbled, shooting him a quick glance.

“Bye bro,” Hyunjin says to Minho, giving him a handshake before collecting his bag and going off with Chan.

Minho chuckles at the scene that just unfolded in-front of him; two of his best friends obviously crushing on one another but no one is making a move. Well, it’s not really you and Hyunjin’s fault since you guys don’t know about the other person’s feelings.

“You know he likes you right?” Minho blurted out and you turn your head to his direction.

“Who?” You answered nervously. Did Minho just witness everything?

“Hyunjin,” Minho replies with raised eyebrows, his smug a little bit too cocky for your liking today. You rolled your eyes at him but underneath your skin, you are hot, flustered, embarrassed.

“No way!” you denied. Hyunjin could never like you, he only saw you as a friend.

“He does—”

You scoffed a little bit too fast.

“Do you not see the way he looks at you Y/N?” You can’t tell if Minho was being serious or not.

Minho does have a history of being a joker which makes you think he’s just pranking you. But he also is a very honest friend, he would never joke around with stuff that could potentially hurt you.

“Uhhhh—” you hesitantly reply.

Minho takes in a loud breath, “—I don’t know if you’re genuinely dense or you just don’t want to admit it.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you answered.

“He does,” Minho turns his head behind to look at Hyunjin and you followed. You watch as the two made their way across the field, Chan wrapping his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulder trying to snatch your towel away from him.

“Oh, you don’t want to give it to me because that’s your girl’s towel?” Chan laughs, basically choking Hyunjin at this point.

“She’s.. she’s not.. my girl..” Hyunjin softly replies in a cough, not sure if he was actually being choked by Chan’s big arms or by choking up at you being called his girl.

“She’s not your girl.. yet?” The older boy teased.

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin questioned, hoping Chan didn’t see through him.

Chan looked back at you and Minho who was still sitting by the basketball court. You swiftly turn back to Minho, hoping Chan didn’t catch you starring at Hyunjin.

“Trust me,” Minho said with his smug face, raising his brow to the older boy across the field. “You know how to tell if he likes you?”

You stay quiet. You were curious but didn’t want to seem like it, so you just raised your eyebrow. Tell me, tell me Lee Minho!

“Make him jealous,” Minho says lifting his chin to Jisung who was currently surrounded by a group of girls shoving their gym towel into his face.

You know what Minho was referring to; that’s how Felix ended up with Nayeon. Minho suggested to Nayeon to make Felix jealous by sitting next to Jisung at some dinner since he was such a girl magnet. Next thing you know she was pulled away from the table by Felix and they have been together ever since.

You scoffed. It sure worked for them, but you weren’t going to use Jisung like that; he was your friend.

“I’m not going to use Han-Ji like that,” you replied.

“Okay look..” he blinks a little too hard at you. “Just use Han-Ji.. He is also as tired as we all are of you and Hyunjin’s….” He pauses. “..tension..”

“Who is we?” You asked confused.

Who else has been noticing your little crush on Hyunjin? Is what you really wanted to ask your best friend, but you don’t.

“..And there’s no tension between me and Hyunjin.. I don’t know what you talking about,” deny deny deny.

“Everyone in the friend group can feel the tension, you idiot,” the nickname causing you to pout. “Felix, Bin, Min, Lia—”

“—Hyunjin doesn’t like me.”

“Bet?” He was too quick with this. “I’ll let you have bragging rights if he doesn’t like you. But I get the bragging rights if he does,” he suggested.

“Huh, what?” Both of them sound bad to you. Why would you be happy with bragging rights if Hyunjin doesn’t like you back? It would sting you! And if by chance Hyunjin likes you back, you would hate to deal with Minho’s telling the whole campus he was cupid. What the hell was Minho on?

“What?” He laughed after noticing your face, full of displeasure. “I mean, the worst that could happen is he doesn’t like you back.. But then that means you get bragging rights?” Minho laughs tilting his head to the side. He can read you well.

“Dude you’re insufferable!” You rolled your eyes. He was still looking at you with his smirk.. Oh wait. “What do you mean like me back? I don’t like him,” you denied, it but wasn’t fast enough, he had caught you.

“Sure.. I know everything. Come on, trust me. I’m your best friend,” Minho nudges your shoulders. “Remember the party this weekend? How you rather sit at home and do nothing. Well maybe you should just come. We haven’t seen you out in a while.. Come, and be prettier than this..” he says looking down at your gym wear. You were in baggy sweat shorts and an even baggier t-shirt. “And I’ll help you get with him-”

“—Hey!” you shove his shoulder back. “What’s wrong with me now?!” You look down at your attire. It was gym class anyways of course you would be in this, even if you don’t participate.

“What? Nothing,” he answers playfully. “Come on, we going to be late to our next class!” Minho gets up before opening up his hand to help you up.  “Han-ji, we’re late!”

It was lunch time and you and Han-Ji ditched Minho to go down to the college’s local bakery to get some lunch.

“You’re totally not coming to the party?” Minho asked Hyunjin who was sat at the lunch table, eating his huge burrito. Seungmin, Felix and Chan were also there chiming into the conversation.

“Who’s going?” Hyunjin asked, a mouth full.

“Just the usual.. us. So, Chris, Bin, Jeongin, Yeji.. and then half of the third years are invited,” Hyunjin doesn’t look too interested. Don’t get the wrong idea, he loves his friends and parties, but he had also seen them every single day on campus, so he had no fear of missing out.

“…oh and Y/N says she’s going to come too,” Minho blurted, playing full attention to his friends reaction.

Hyunjin’s ears perks up at your name, his cheeks suddenly growing pink as he looks back at Minho.

“Actually.. I’ll come. Haven’t been had fun in a while,” Hyunjin drops the eye contact when he notices Minho’s sneer. “You want me to bring anything?” Hyunjin continues a little twitchy, playing with his food.

Minho just laughs. This was getting too exciting for him. “Bring your courage!” The rest of the boys laughed.

“What?” Hyunjin asked, narrowing his eyes at the crowd.

“You like Y/N, don’t you?” Seungmin exclaimed catching Hyunjin by surprised.

“Umm...” Hyunjin freezes. He doesn’t know how to answer. Of course, he likes you, but he didn’t want to admit knowing the boys were definitely going to tease him even more for it. But he didn’t want to say no just in case they spin it around to say he doesn’t like you at all as a friend.  

“Don’t worry bro, she likes you too,” Minho break the silence. Hyunjin’s heart stop at his best friend’s words. He didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t that.

“Really? She likes me back?” Hyunjin replies promptly, a sheer smile pulling on his face. He was definitely blushing.  

“Back.. So you do like her?” Chan torments Hyunjin again and Hyunjin’s smile slowly faded form his face. They had caught him too.   

“Hey Y/N!” Felix calls out and the rest of the boys look over Hyunjin’s shoulder. He wanted to spin back to check but he didn’t want the boys to play more into his eagerness, so he just freezes looking straight at them.

“Hi Lix!” Your voice calls from behind him.

“Come here! Hurry!” Felix continues to make conversation with you.

“Bro just ask her out already, we’re all tired of the tension,” Chan quickly expresses.

“What tension?” Hyunjin was desperate to see what they had to say before you got to the table.

“Sexual tension,” Seungmin whispers and everyone goes silence, pressing their lips trying to hold back their smile.

“There’s no tension between me and—”

“—Okay you say there’s so tension? I guess Han-Ji can make his move then,” Minho interrupted, surprising Hyunjin again.

“Does Han-Ji likes Y/N—"

“—Shh she’s behind you,” Chan shushes the younger boy up before he could finish his sentence.

“Hey..” Hyunjin says timidly before you could even sit down.

“Hey..” you replied back, climbing over the bench so you can sit next to him. The whole group watches as Hyunjin blushed at your proximity. “Sit here,” you pat the area on the other side of you for Jisung to sit.

“Coffee and pastries for lunch? That place is like a 10 minute walk,” Chan askes from across the table.

“It’s okay, Han-ji keeps me company,” you say as you nudge Jisung a little bit and you both open up your pastry bag.

Hyunjin glances at you from aside, he stays quiet.

Hyunjin doesn’t know how to feel. He didn’t expect his boys to catch on about his feelings for you and he didn’t expect Minho to blurt out that you like him back. Hyunjin is also confused after seeing how close Han-Ji is to you too, he never really questions your close relationship until now. Does Han-Ji actually like you? Thoughts flood his brain as he continues to eat his burrito.  

You rushed home from your last Friday class to get ready for the party. You threw on one of your mini sun dress, pairing it up with some sandals and a cross body bag before collecting your black cardigan and rushing out to Yeji who was ready in the living room waiting to do some pre-party shots with you.

You and Yeji tipsy-ly made it to the loudest house on the street. Lee Minho’s residency. It was only 8pm and it was already crowded. She held your hand and clumsy pulls you through dim-lit hallways packed with people before reaching the living room. There they were, all of your friends in the living room with a drink in their hand, conversing with one another.  

“There they are!” Seungmin yells as he sees you and his girlfriend. He quickly makes his way to rip Yeji off you, pulling her into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Wow, my best friend finally came to one of my parties!” Minho appears out of no where handing you a beer.

“I was here two months ago Min..” You playfully rolled your eyes. “When you and Nayeon vomited everywhere and me and Felix had to bathe you guys.. naked,” you refreshed his memory.

“I remember.. Crazy night..” Minho laughs. He stops to look you up and down before grabbing your shoulders. “Very pretty Y/N. You planning to make someone jealous?” He complimented before getting back to his little mischiefs.

“Maybe,” you answered looking around the room. You hadn’t seen Hyunjin yet and Minho notices.

“Your boy is hella tipsy by the way, he keeps telling me he’s nervous but won’t tell me why,” Minho informs you.

“He’s not my boy.”

“Sure.. okay, anyways so not your boy is currently staring at you from behind,” Minho also announced as he stares at Hyunjin from over your shoulder.

Hyunjin’s heart stops at your presence. He has always found you pretty but tonight, he found you extremely gorgeous. Maybe because tonight was the night, he was going to let you know about his feelings. He takes another sip of his drink, pondering how he’s going to pull you away. He wanted to find the perfect timing, he didn’t want to do it too early just in case you reject him, and he has to go home early.

He watches you as you make your way to Jisung who was currently sat on the tiniest fucking armchair he had ever seen.

“Han-Ji!” You were going to follow Minho’s instructions; you either leave tonight with Hyunjin or rejected by Hyunjin but with bragging rights.

“Hey Y/N, you look like you had a couple of drinks already,” Jisung says as he touches his owns cheeks to indicate where your pink complexion was. You nodded bashfully to your friend before getting up on the arm of the chair to sit.

“It’s wet there, I just spilled my drink there. Come here,” Jisung stops you before you could sit. He pulled your arm so you can squeeze next to him on the tiny fucking armchair. You hope Hyunjin was watching.

“You okay?” Jisung asks cupping your face to lean your head against his shoulder - he knows how tired you get when you drink.

“Mhmm,” you closed your eyes as you continue to converse with your friend.

Hyunjin was still watching everything from the other side of the room. His hand was wrapped around his drink tightly, expressing his annoyance at the skin-ship and at himself for not pulling you away the second you got here, like he wasn’t waiting all night just for you to arrive. He starts to feel a little jealous now that your attention is on Han-Ji. And maybe Minho was right, and Han-Ji does have feelings for you.

He had to do it. He had to pull you away and ask why you hadn’t noticed his feelings for you all this time. He feels himself grow hot, he was feeling tense.

Hyunjin takes in a deep breath before downing the drink, squeezing his cup on the process. The plastic from the red cup causes disturbance making the boys turn their head at their friend.

“You good, pretty boy?” Changbin asks noticing the change in Hyunjin’s demeanour, taking the red cup out of his hand.

“Yeah, just need some air,” Hyunjin says running a hand through his fluffy red hair as he makes his way to you.

“Can we talk?” Someone askes from above you and you instantly open your eyes, locking eyes with them.

You feel your heart skip a beat as you finally see him. He had on some baggy jeans with a black t-shirt, one sleeved rolled up complementing his muscular arm. God, he looked so hot; you feel yourself drooling over him again.

“Okay.” You answered softly.

“Come,” he says, grabbing a hold of your hand making you get up from the chair. You heart start to flutter at his brace. Was it happening now? Is Hyunjin jealous?

He guides you through the crowd of people in the living room before dragging you up the stairs and towards Minho’s bedroom. He lets you enter first before locking the door behind him.

Your eyes wonder around Minho’s bedroom - his room was dark, quite clean, quite quiet for such a loud guy. You scoff to yourself quietly at the contrast. As you spin around the room, Hyunjin watches you and smiles at your cuteness before getting back to his senses of why he pulled you here in the first place.

“Are you drunk?” He asked suddenly.

“Hmm? Not quite yet,” you answered, making your way into Minho’s ensuite. “Why?” You asked so he can follow you, just testing the waters.

You placed your bag on the counter before digging through it trying to find your lipstick.

“What are you doing then?” Hyunjin asked towering behind you looking at you through the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You glance up at him to ask before going through your bag again, acting like you had no idea what was going on, even though your heart was beating just as fast as his.

“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Yep, he saw everything.

“I wasn’t on him?” You lied.

“Y/N.” He was getting a little be frustrated at your replies, you were obviously up to something.

“Why does it matter to you anyways—”

“—It’s making me jealous.” Hyunjin interrupted you making you glance up at him again. Minho’s plan was working. Minho was right.

You spin around to face him and finally, you can feel the tension everyone was talking about. He likes you. You feel your heart beating rapidly as he stares into your eyes. Your breathing becomes heavier as he takes another step towards you. You try to keep eye contact just to see if he drops it first, but he doesn’t. Your eyes drop first, to his lips then up to his eyes then back to his lips. They looked so full, so soft. Wouldn’t be crazy if you guys just kissed?

“Hyunjin?” You say above a whisper, lips forming into a pout right after. Hyunjin found you so precious looking up at him like this.

His resting face rapidly turns into a smirks now as he watches your eyes flicker to his lips. He knew what you wanted; he knows how you feel now. “Hmm?” He questioned, just to tease you a little bit.

“Can you just kiss me already?” You say, not begging but with a hint of desperation. You like him and you just confirmed he likes you, what were you guys waiting for?

He chuckles before his hand comes up to your face, cupping it for a second then he leans and kisses you. His lips felt so soft, so warm just like how you imagined them felt. You couldn’t explain the feeling, it was like you were in dream, it’s incredible.

Soon Hyunjin deepens the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth as one of his hand keeps your face in place, the other snaked down your body to your waist. Your tongue swiped against his lips, and you tasted a bit of lemonade and tequila. If this was a way to drink tequila, then you were all for it.

“Up,” he pulls away to say and you listen jumping onto the counter with the help of his grip. You spread your legs so he can stand in between them. He looks at you in awe, he couldn’t control his smile.

“You didn’t answer me..” he says as his hands find their way under your dress just resting on your thighs.

“Hm?” You whimpered, wanting his lips back on yours.

“What were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?” Hyunjin asked again, a little lower, a little more raspier now that he’s more confident to dominate you.

“To make you jealous,” you whisper back to him, admitting to all your little shenanigans.

“Why?” He couldn’t hold back his smile.

“To see if you like me back.” You say, and his ears perked up at your words.

“You got your answer?”

“Mhmm..” you admit.

“Good.”

“But.. want to hear you say it,” you reply cheekily, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders to pull him close to you so your lips are barely touching.

He lets out an airy breath before pressing a kiss to your lips, letting it linger on for a little bit just to make your heart flutter once more for him. “I like you,” he says, and you try to conceal the smile pulling up on your face. “Happy?”

“Yes.”

“Where were we?” Hyunjin says and you pull him back onto you.

Maybe it was the pent up sexual tension you both had been holding in as, as soon as your lips were connected again, it became again heated. His hands are fondling with your thighs, and his tongue is slipped back down your mouth. You feel a hot sensation making its way to your core, a moan slipping from your lips. He smirked in between the kisses, his hands inching up higher now hiking you dress up.

Hyunjin continues his kisses down your neck, and you tilt your head back, letting him cover more area with his lips.

As he harshly sucks on your neck, your hands start to explore his body, caressing up and down his chest, down his covered stomach. You slowly creep them lower to his hard on that was pressing against the counter, begging to be touch. He lets out a groan at the contact.

“Hyunjin?” you whimpered at how stiff he was. You both wanted more but not on this cold bathroom counter. “Are we actually doing this here?” You ask.

“Where else would you do it?” Hyunjin looks down at you his a raised eyebrow, his hands stopping at your hips.

You look around before cheekily suggesting, “Minho’s bed,” and he cracks up.

“Come,” he takes a step back to hold your hand as you jump off the counter.

Hyunjin pulls you back onto him as he sat back on Minho’s bed - it was comfier than he expected, it was actually quite comfy to fuck on actually.

“You’re such a good kisser, it making me so horny,” He says, gripping your thighs so you’re straddling him. You feel his hard-on abusing your core and you become like jelly, draping yourself onto him. God, it was also making you so horny.

Are you both really gonna fuck in your best friend’s bed? Probably.

“Hyunjin?” You start to suck on his neck, returning the marks he gave you. “Wanna blow you… can I?” You asked, rolling your hips onto his.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the pleasure, halting your hips. “Fuck— kitten..” The pet name slipping from his lips, making you stop whatever you were doing to look him in the eyes. Did he just call you kitten? And did you like it?

“Yeah? Wanna be a good kitten? And suck me off right here in your best-friend room?” He teased after seeing your eyes lit up at the name.

“Yes.. wanna be a good kitten,” you replied, lifting his shirt to slowly to expose his abs, your hand lazily runs across his milky body.

You shuffled back, kneeling down by the bed before peeking at his happy trail. You finally got to see it up close, and you didn’t waste anytime before attaching your lips to it. Hyunjin’s hand flung to hold onto your hair and he lets out a groan as you suck the skin around his navel.

“You’re just like a kitten, nipping into me like that,” he moans.

“You love it,” you teased him.

“Yeah I do..” he confesses breathlessly. “Couldn’t stop thinking back to gym class yesterday.. how you eyed it all lesson..” Oh, so he caught you staring but didn’t say anything?

“Was it driving you insane?” He torments and you murmured nodding your head.

“God, kitten… need your mouth now, I’m might cum untouched,” he begs and you chuckle, blowing hot air from your mouth at his skin causing him to flinch.

You give him what he wants. You undo his jeans, shimmering it down his thighs before palming him through his boxer.

“Y/N, please..” he begs again, closing his eyes to hold in his release.

“You’re so big,” you say the second you pull down his boxer letting his red rock solid dick slap across his stomach. You didn’t expect him to be him to be this big, this thick. You gulp at it before wrapping your hands around him. “Wanna taste..” you blabbered as you brought his tip to your lips.

Hyunjin’s head kick back as you wrap your lips around his head. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he starts to set the pace, and you let him. He pushes you down taking half his length into your mouth before guiding you back up. You moan as he slides down your mouth, unable to control the pleasure you were having from just giving him head. Once you go match his pace, Hyunjin lets go of his grip and runs his through your hair, endlessly praising you as he tries to keeps himself together.

“You’re so good—” he sucks in another breath.

You take him fully into your mouth and gagged once he hits the back of your throat. “Ahh, cuming- cuming—” he lets out a low grunt as he paints your throat white. You swallow the warm thick liquid before letting go of him with a pop.

“Kitten, you’re so perfect. Such a good mouth,” he says finding your arm and pulling up to sit on his lap.

“Can I return the favour?” His hand wrapped around your hips, his finger carefully gathering the fabric of your skirt so he can expose your panties.

“I don’t know if I can keep quiet Hyunjin,” you admitted. You can still hear the loud music outside, even if it was muffled by the walls but a part of you’re still afraid someone might hear you. You couldn’t even keep it in while making out, nor sucking him off, you don’t know how you’ll be if you guys actually have sex.

“But I can’t leave you high like this,” Hyunjin replies, his two fingers just touching the fabric of your panties that was getting soaked by your wetness. You kick your head back at the pleasures “I just know you’re wet from sucking me off.. Let me, let me just eat you out..” he begged, his eyes turned dark full of lust.

“Please,” you gave in, out of breath.

Hyunjin plants a kiss to your neck before laying you down on the bed.

“Fuck, you are soaked,” Hyunjin says the second he lifts up your dress and sees the huge wet patch on your underwear. He kneels down and peels it off, watching a thin line of your wetness pulls off with it. Hyunjin spreads your legs wider and his eyes rolls to the back of his head as exposes you. You were wet, glistening, it was so hot to him.

You let out a moan as the cold from Minho’s room brushed against your core. “Please, need your mouth,” it was your turn to beg.

Hyunjin complies and attached his lips to your pussy. “Ahh! Mhmm.. More..” you weren’t kidding when you said you don’t know if you can keep quiet.

Hyunjin buries his face deeper as he contents to lick all over you, his nose rubbing against your clit. He was basically pussy drunk at his stage, gripping and pulling your hip closer to his faces. Your head falls back as you feel the pleasure building up in your core, your thighs volunteering closing around his head to add more pressure.

“I’m going cum, please.. Hyunjin— gonna cum..” you whine as he harshly sucks on your clit now, it was basically the cheat code in making you cum and he was able to get it the first time.

You moaned as you feel a glush of wetness explode from your core, you had cum. Hyunjin can tell you’re orgasming but he didn’t want to stop, you were too addicting.

You had to rip him off of you before you were overstimulated. “Hyunjin, too much,” you whined and he finally lifts his head.

“You taste too good kitten, sorry couldn’t stop,” he says and he wipes your wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it.

“Come here,” he jumps on the bed, pulling you into his arms. He runs his finger through your hair as you recover. You both stare at each other for a while before falling into a fit of giggles. How crazy is it that you were each other’s crush and not realising it.

“Should we go back out?” He asked smoothing down your hair.

“I have to touch up my lipstick first,” you say, pecking his nose.

“Let me help you,” he pulls you up from the bed before back hugging you to the bathroom where your bag was.

“Back to mine tonight, okay?” He reminded you softly as he wipes your lipstick in your lips - a hint of innocence radiating from him like he didn’t just lap up all your juices like a greedy animal.

“Of course, I have no where else I rather be tonight,” you answered, grinning from ear to ear at your pretty boy.

“Can’t believe it took you to squeeze into that tiny chair with Han-Ji for me to tell you,” Hyunjin beats himself up.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, I reckon the timing was perfect,” you reassured.

The house was packed now than before, it took you and Hyunjin a while to squeeze through all the people. Minho watch as you both hold hands, happily, making your way down the stairs, his smug pulling back on his face.

“Who got the bragging rights?” Minho asks cheekily as you both walk past him.

“You.” You answered rolling your eyes and Hyunjin laughs.

“You also got a messy bed too, bro,” Hyunjin taps Minho by the shoulders before following you.

Minho was left mouth agape as he stares up at the stairs. “Did they just…”

Literally just Felix fucking you in your childhood room forcing you to be quiet while your parents and 2 older brothers are downstairs, not knowing what their lil princess is doing with her boyfriend she always bragged and talked about

excuse me who are you and who gave you the right to absolutely tickle my corruption kink like this 😭😭 I feel ATACKED rn. I love u.

"Lixie! W-uh-what are you doing?!"

You feel his lips curl into a smirk against the side of your throat as he continues to press you into the butterfly patterned wall of your bedroom.

"Shh, they're going to know exactly what's going on if you don't be a little quieter, love."

You feel his hand drag down your forearm and over your hip, fingertips curling around the waistband of your tights as he slowly let's his hand dive between your legs.

"Hold on to me, darling you're going to need it."

Felix was your high school sweetheart, in fact he'd been in the same school as you since the first grade and you'd been friends ever since, but you only started dating two years before college and have been together since.

He was the shy little nerd no girl really spared a second glance at, and you also weren't exactly one the boys were falling next to, but like two perfect little puzzle pieces you and Felix found and completed each other fully.

Once he hit puberty, because it definitely didn't hit him, he very much became the type of person that could walk into a building and everyone would stare, but just like always, he'd only be staring at you.

You loved him with everything inside of you, and your love had always been reciprocated. It was no question he'd be the only thing you spoke about, even at family gatherings much like this one - the monthly family get together.

This one was different though, because you'd actually come back to your home town to your parents house, usually they'd drive either to your house or even one of your older brother's homes. But tonight was back in your family home and you were ecstatic to show Felix your bedroom.

It had remained the exact same right through high-school, and you weren't even slightly ashamed of it, you loved your butterfly walls and your purple bed sheets, the pretty plushies all remained exactly as you had left them before you went to college.

Your pictures still decorated the walls in collages, your dressing table still covered in pictures of you and friends and Felix.

You had no other intention but to show him how the room had stayed the same even if he'd been there before back in high school, it's been a few years so you figured why not take a trip down memory lane.

But Felix clearly had other thoughts in mind, starting with slow hands grazing the skin of your waist underneath your top when you thoughtfully stared at the pictures on your walls.

It proceeded to kisses traveling up your shoulder and finally beneath your ear, and that's when you shuddered right into his arms.

"Felix?" You questioned, but his eyes were shut when you looked into the mirror against your wall, purple butterflies stuck on the sides of it, pictures of you nearly a decade ago staring right back at you as you let Felix trail his tongue down your jaw.

"You're so pretty when you're mesmerised like this baby," He mumbles deeply against your cheek, his middle finger dragging thoroughly through your wettening folds and you grab onto his shoulders tighter to keep quiet.

You can't help but look, stare, at your reflection in the mirror as Felix teases you right there in your bedroom you had so many innocent little adventures in, what would younger-you think of this right now?

"Lixie," You whimper when he prods at your entrance, your fingers dragging up to tangle in his hair, careful to say his name the exact way he likes it, giving him no chance to understand that needy whimper any different than it should be.

"Oh baby, you wanna do it right here, don't you?" He chuckles, that same menacing little chuckle he gives you when your cheeks are stuffed full of his cock.

Do you want him to fuck you right here? The question rambles in your head over and over again, consistently causing both a wave of shame and pleasure to course through your veins.

You silence your overthinking by pressing your lips to his in a messy kiss, teeth nearly clashing with how deep you try to kiss him, your fingers fumbling with his jeans to help him remove it.

He grabs your waist with a firm grip, walking you to the edge of your bed where he turns you around and presses your chest to the soft sheets, your shirt sliding up to expose half of your torso, Felix's hands pulling your tights down to just the middle of your thighs.

Your insides clench with need, and when you glance back at him, you're hit with another wave of gushing arousal when you see, not his naked chest, but his fully clothed one, his jeans not even further than just below his balls, literally just far enough to be able to fuck you.

He's rock hard, just as horny as you are, his pretty bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gently slides your panties to the side.

"Oh baby, look at you, you're so ready for it aren't you?" His voice is nearly a whisper, knowing someone would catch on if they heard him. Your pussy clenches around nothing at his filthy words, a whimper slipping between your lips rather loudly.

"Quiet, they're going to hear you, darling."

You bite your lip in a pathetic attempt to keep quiet, but the moment you feel the head of his cock gently teasing your entrance, you can't help but keen with need.

"Fuck sakes," He mumbles, and in a swift movement he's got you arching with his hand tightly clasped over your mouth, and before you can react, he's slipping inside of you with delightful ease.

His hand successfully muffles the majority of your sensitive moans, your insides clenching and releasing as you adjust. He's not able to actually fuck you, so he pulls out slowly, and back into you even slower.

"Just like that, my love, perfect."

He sticks to not only a slow pace, but remains buried deep inside of you, only pulling out not even an inch before sliding back in, the pace and depth is intoxicating, and only briefly do you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror before your eyes shut in bliss.

"How's it feel baby? Being stuffed so full in between your plushies and your pretty butterflies, cute don't you think?"

FINALLY HERE to REQUEST that ask that we have talked about..

“do it, hannie.”

“do- do what? dowhat…?”

his hand speeds up on his cock when you tilt your head at him, and it shocks a laugh out of you.

“you know what, jisungie, huh? you want me to spell it out for you?” he nods, hand never faltering once. “i want you to slap your cock for me, sweetie. just like i caught you doing earlier.”

jisung wails, legs thrashing as his head shakes back and forth. so dramatic, he’s just being difficult for show, but he humps into his fist regardless.

“i didn’t- i don’t-! ‘m so fucking horny, please!”

“quit whining and let me see it then!” you give him a pout this time, and he just whines again. you can’t pout at him! he’ll do whatever you ask when you look at him like that… especially, oh, especially with the way you’re running your toes up his leg. you’re perched on the opposite end of the couch, caught him red handed earlier jerking his cock while you were mere feet away in another room. your insatiable little boy.

jisung throws his head back. he doesn’t even spare you a second glance before he pulls his hand away and slaps it harshly against his cock. it knocks the breath out of him, you can tell, and his ruddy-red cock bobs after the hit. you’re expecting a moan, maybe even an agonizing yelp, but jisung’s sweet, drool-slicked mouth drops open wide in a silent cry. his chin quivers.

you don’t have to ask him to do it again. he does it on his own accord, repeatedly smacking his cock with a strong hand.

if he’d just look up, just open his eyes, he’d notice your hand down your sweatpants. your clit fucking aches, throbs against your needy fingers while you watch your sweet, dirty boy get off by hurting his cock.

“yeah. fuck, jisungie, yeah!” he looks up at that, finally taking in the scene of you with your hand in your pants watching him.

“oh my- oh my fuck. you didn’t even ta- take your pants off. baby, ‘re you wet? ‘s your pussy wet?!”

you’d take them off to show him how wet you are if you didn’t know how much this turns him on. he likes you desperate and naughty like him, desperate enough to touch yourself under your clothes.

“my pussy’s sooo wet for you jisungie,” you croon, and you’re rewarded with another slap to his cock. “love watchin’ you slap your big cock like that.”

jisung grabs the base of his cock with a hiss and pulls it away from his stomach. it gives a valiant kick, pre-cum leaking steadily from his mushroom tip and sticking to his belly. he stares in awe at the bulge of your hand in your pants, focused completely on the way it moves as you rub your clit.

“slap your cock again, i wanna cum,” you say, and he immediately does as you say. keep pushing. “call yourself a slut. ‘cause you are one, huh? only- only slutty little boys get off on hurting their cocks.”

your hand speeds up, that delicious heat in your stomach builds steadily while you watch jisung.

“i’m a s-slut, baby, i am. you- you know i am.”

the next slap is aimed at his balls, and that’s when he finally cries out. his body lurches on the couch, legs wriggling so hard he almost kicks you until you grab onto his ankle with your free hand. he keeps his hand there, slapping the tight skin swiftly until he’s curling in on himself in that sweet, painful pleasure he loves so much.

i’m cumming, he mouths. he can’t even speak. canipleasecanipleasecaniplease?

“fucking do it! i’m- there, me too. makin’ me cum, hannie.” he cums in ropes over his toned stomach, toes curling into the fabric of the couch, and you’re quick to follow. your wrist is cramping something awful, but your orgasm is worth it.

MILF Next Door - [ Han Jisung ]

🐿 SYNOPSIS : Jisung gets a new neighbor and he's completely head over heels. Love at first sight — in his opinion. And he's not going to let an adorable three year old get in the way of true love.

GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, light fluff, smut

PAIRING : neighbor! jisung × fem! single mom reader

CONTENT WARNING : perv! jisung, jisung is a simp and he's horny, mature language, mentions divorce (not between jisung and reader), single parenting, (smut warnings under the cut) mdni!!

WORD COUNT : 4.5K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is just trash tbh but here we go

SMUT WARNING : sub leaning jisung, slightly dom reader, oral (m receiving), riding, nicknames (good boy, baby, etc.), jisung has thing for moms, orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (pls don't do this)

Jisung was curious — to say the least. He was working on producing a song for his friend Changbin (honestly one of the best rappers Jisung had ever met) when he heard loud thumps from the corridor outside and the apartment next door. He heard a lot of shuffling — thanks to the wonderfully thin walls, and it was safe to say that he had gotten a new neighbor. He'd been trying to get a peek at them, in a completely friendly way obviously, but they seemed really private or they went out a lot. He was just about to assume that it was probably another working adult when one day, he was on the balcony in the morning for some fresh air. He'd been working the whole night and desperately needed to inhale something that wasn't carbon dioxide.

Which was when he spotted... you. You were putting some pots in your balcony, maybe for a few plants. Who was this beauty and why have I never seen her before? You looked pretty. Far too pretty for Jisung to stop staring at you like a literal creep. Thankfully the microwave started beeping loudly, so he had to go back inside and save his re-heated dinner from going cold. When he went back out again, you were gone. All that was left, were a few empty pots and packets of seeds.

I have to see her again.

Jisung not to secretly tried to get another look at his new neighbor, trying to determine when you would go out so he could casually bump into you and say hi. It was highly unlikely you were still single — who would not fall for a pretty girl like that? But he had to try.

After a week, he gave up. Maybe you just wanted to be left alone. He was returning home late one day, tired from his long day at the recording studio with Changbin who was not satisfied even after twenty retakes of the same verse. He was so tired, his vision was blurry and he bumped his foot loudly against the door. "Shit!" He cursed, wincing as he tried to step back. He was just about done with everything when the door next door opened, revealing the insanely pretty girl with concern masking your features. You were wearing pajamas, some part of his brain noted, pajamas with squirrels on them. Why did that make make him feel things?

Great going Jisung. Amazing first impression.

"Sorry, I heard some loud noises — are you okay?" You asked. You pushed away the hair covering your eyes. He took in more of your features. Your wispy bangs, your almost black eyes, your nose, the pink in your cheeks and your lips. Oh god. He could feel all sorts of wild thoughts running through his mind. Most of which were not child friendly.

Jisung couldn't look away. "Yeah. Yeah I'm good. Thank you." He said, mustering a smile to match the one forming on your face. I'm doomed. "You're new... right? I'm Jisung. Han Jisung." Nice save dork.

"Y/n. I've been meaning to introduce myself. I've just been busy and —"

You never had time to finish your sentence because a kid appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and clinging onto your leg. What the — "Mama..."

"Sorry baby, did I wake you up?" You asked softly, picking up the kid in your arms. Jisung's heart was plummeting. No way. No fucking way — "I was just saying to the nice man next door. Say hi." The little boy waved cutely.

Jisung returned the gesture, too stunned to speak. "Is he your...."

"Huh? Yeah —" Your face broke into another huge grin. "This is my son, Sunghwan." The sleepy kid perked up at the mention of his name before starting to doze off again on your shoulder. "I should put him back to sleep. It was nice meeting you Jisung." You bowed and went back inside your house, closing the door behind her, leaving Jisung in a state of utter shock and confusion.

The pretty (sexy) girl next door was not only taken, but you were married and had a kid. Why did the universe like toying with his heart so much? Jisung went inside his own house, closing the door with a grumpy face. He really got too ahead of himself, didn't he?

A few days later, he ran into the pretty married girl with an adorable kid at the supermarket. Well — he ran into your adorable kid first. Jisung was piling up on snacks since he needed the sugar, when he spotted a small child trying to hold onto candy bars and grab more from the shelves. Upon getting a closer look, he noticed it was the kid from next door! He couldn't just leave the little boy, now could he? Not when he knew him. He had to take responsibility as a neighbor and a decent dude to bring him back to his mom.

So he approached the kid. "Hey little guy, where's your mom?" He asked, crouching down to his height. He really was cute (just like his mom).

"She buying vegetables. Bleh." The kid made a disgusted face, making Jisung laugh.

"You don't like vegetables?"

"No. They gross. I like candy!" He said excitedly, holding up the goodies that he piled in his small hands.

"Okay then, what about your dad?"

"Dada sees me every Fri-day.” He said carefully. “Only Mama here.” He looked around in confusion. “Mama?”

Jisung was still caught on the sentence about his dad. He sees him every Friday? That sounded a lot like… those child custody things he saw on TV. "Okay little guy, let's go find your mom first. She must be worried." He held out his hand. "My name is Jisung." He offered a smile.

"Ji-sung?" The kid held onto his hand. Jisung began leading them down the aisles. "I'm Sung-hwan! Sunghwan!" He said with a giggle. Aw man he's so cute.

"Sunghwan huh? That's a nice name." Jisung noted as he looked around for you. He soon found you near the cereals, looking worried. "Aha, we found her!" He took a very long glance at your figure and had a few seconds to fantasize over her long legs before Sunghwan shouted.

"Mama!"

You snapped your head in their direction, relief washing over your face as you knelt down so the kid could run into your arms. "Sunghwan! How many times have I told you to not run off like that!" You chided, but you held onto him tightly. You stood up, your gaze meeting Jisung's. A smile formed on your face. "Jisung, right? I can't thank you enough! I looked away for two seconds and he was gone and—"

"It's alright." Jisung brushed it off, but his heart was going crazy inside his chest. She's smiling at me and she's talking to me! "I found him in the candy aisle. Little man has taste."

You looked at kid, who had an innocent look on his face. You shook your head. "I should've known. But anyways, thank you." You held Jisung's hand to shake it. Holy moly.

"It's okay. Really." He said, a huge smile on his face. "Do you need some help?" He asked, looking at the shopping cart that was full of groceries.

"No, no, it's okay —"

"No, I could help, seriously. You look like you have a lot on your hands already." Jisung said, looking at the kid was trying to pick up a box of cereal from the shopping cart. "I live next door, it really isn't an issue.”

“Honestly, that would be really helpful.”.

"No worries." Jisung said casually.

Which was how he found himself in the apartment next door, setting down the bags of groceries in the kitchen. The house was neat — except there were toys everywhere. Sunghwan was way more than thrilled to show Jisung each and every one of them. He even began narrating the story of why his Mickey Mouse stuffed toy had a bandage (bad encounter with a dog at the park) which made Jisung laugh. He would've loved to spend the whole day there, if he didn't get a call from Changbin.

"Oh, that's work. I gotta go." He said, standing up.

"Thank you again, Jisung." You said, coming out of the kitchen.

"I told you, it's okay." He chuckled. "I like helping people out."

"Jisungie, you have to come back and play with me, okay?" Sunghwan had gotten up from his place and was now holding onto the fabric of his jeans. It was adorable. "I no show my Legos." He pouted. This kid was pulling at his heartstrings.

"I mean, if it's okay with your mom…” He tried off, meeting your eyes. Please say yes.

"Of course you can." You nodded with another one of those bright smiles.

"Yay!" Sunghwan jumped around.

"Say bye, Sung." You told the kid, who waved brightly.

"Bye Sunghwan. And you too Y/n. You can call me if you ever need anything." Jisung told you, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll see you guys later." He saw himself out and back to his own house. That kid was the ticket to get close to you. You're single (as far as he understood), which means he was doing no wrong. Besides, moms are super sexy (she was an absolute milf). God, he was getting too excited. He grabbed his things and headed to the recording studio.

Safe to say the Jisung was absolutely fucked. He was goner the day he saw you dressed up in a dress that was too short for his mental wellbeing. It was supposed to be a normal day. He started babysitting Sunghwan quite often because you had job interviews packed for the whole week. Since he loved you oh so much, the second he swung open to the door to meet your nervous face, asking him if he could watch Sunghwan for a while.

Truth be told — Jisung didn't exactly hear what you said. He'd known you for a month and he was already down so so bad. He only saw your pretty lips moving, the way you fiddled with your fingers as you tried to explain it to him. But Jisung. Oh god. He just stared at you like a lovesick fool and immediately nodded to save his ass when you finished speaking.

Which was how he found himself in his apartment the next day with Sunghwan and his Legos spread out across the living room. Jisung had to work on this track for Changbin and he also had to watch the kid so he decided to multitask. I mean, how hard could it be to take care of a three year old?

Jisung found out his answer within five minutes when said three year old completely trashed his house with Legos. He couldn't walk two feet without stepping on one of the bricks, making him bite his lip in pain so he wouldn't let out a yelp.

“I'm just going to let myself in!” The second day of baby-sitting, Changbin just appeared in his apartment for no reason. This was probably the worst possible situation is overly loud friend could've walked into. Jisung could practically see his face morph into confusion, his eyes widening and his jaw dropped. “Since when do you have a kid?” He asked loudly. Even a deaf person could hear him at this point. “When did you get laid bro? You've been bitchless —”

“Okay!” Jisung cut him off, covering Sunghwan's ears. “Let's not use colorful language when there is a child present.” Only after Changbin muttered a half-hearted sorry did Jisung uncover the kid's ears. “He's my neighbor's kid —”

“You knocked up your neighbor?—”

“Will you please shut the fuc — shut up please?” Jisung took a deep breath. “I'm baby-sitting. His mom has job interviews and she asked for help and I couldn't say no. The kid's too cute.” He shrugged. Just thinking about you made a small blush creep up on his face, his ears turning red. He's never been down so bad for a person before like this.

“Holy shit —” Changbin completely ignored the don't curse there's a fucking child in front of you warning. “You like his mom.” He mouthed the last two words. Guess he didn't trade all of his brain cells for those muscles. “I should've known you actually had a thing for older woman when you brought up —”

“Enough of my embarrassing past and just get on with why you're here.” Jisung was not going to relive his teenage embarrassments. He'd done some things he's not so proud of and Changbin took every chance to make sure he never forgot them.

His friend left a while later. You texted saying that you would be home in a few. He took Sunghwan back to your house after cleaning up all the toys in his. All was well.

But everything turned topsy-turvy the second he saw you entering the house with that purple dress you wore for your job interview. It stopped just where Jisung's imagination started to wander down the gutter. It hugged your curves perfectly and accentuated your boobs so well that it made him dizzy.

"How'd it go?" He asked you once you sat down on the couch near him, playing Legos with Sunghwan, who was absorbed in his kids show playing on the TV. Jisung was sitting on the floor, so your bare knees were brushing against his shoulder, creating waves of tingles over him.

"It went pretty well." You answered, moving those magenta stained lips of yours. I wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. Jisung had to mentally slap himself. Whatever sexual attraction he had to you was not disappearing in anyway — if anything, it increased every second he spent in your presence. For some reason, everything you did turned him on. The past few weeks ended in cold showers every day to calm himself down. "You're spacing out. Have something on your mind?"

Yeah, you. "Nah, I was just thinking about this song I was working on for my friend." Nice save. "The beat isn't perfect, you know? I've been tweaking it for days, maybe I should just let it be."

He saw you put your hand on your chin to think. "Well, I don't know much about music but maybe you need a fresh perspective? I think I read that somewhere. Something about not working on it for a while...."

"That... makes sense." He nodded slowly. "Maybe I just need some fresh air, you know?"

Sunghwan perked up at that. He jumped onto Jisung, a big, goofy smile on his face. Jisung found himself seeing you in the kid. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he was happy — he was almost exactly like you.

"Jisungie! Park!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Let's go to park!"

"A park? Now? Maybe tomorrow bud, your mom's probably tired."

"Yeah Sung, we'll go tomorrow. I promise." You ruffled the kid's hair.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." You repeated with a laugh. Sunghwan went back to playing with his Legos. "By the way Jisung, if you're free on Friday, you wanna go watch a movie?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah I'd be down." He nodded absent-mindedly, watching the boy run around the room with a Lego car.

"Great." You gave him another one of those smiles before walking to her bedroom. Jisung's eyes were on your ass as you disappeared from the corridor. Wait a minute. Sunghwan will be with his dad on Friday, right? Did you just... ask him out?

"What did mommy say?" Sunghwan asked Jisung.

"Mommies are confusing." He said. "But sexy."

"Sixy?" The kid repeated.

"No — no not sixy! Uh, uh —" Jisung panicked. "Hey, I found this Lego set on Amazon and I thought you'd like it." He quickly whipped out his phone to show him to take his mind off of what he said. God forbid you found that he was talking about how you looked in front of your own kid.

That night after going back to his apartment, he laid in bed, his cock in his hands as he stroked himself to the thought of you. Unconsciously moaning your name loudly (maybe a bit too loud) as he imagined you there, jerking him off with your soft hands and that fuckable face with your big eyes, your lips wrapped around him as you took him in whole — yeah, he came pretty hard after that.

Friday took way longer than Jisung wanted. He was antsy the entire morning in the studio, leg bouncing as he sat on the chair while Changbin recorded in the booth. He was so out of it, he didn't hear his friend calling him thrice from outside the little room until Changbin smacked the back of his head which momentarily brought Jisung out of his dreamland.

How could he focus? When he was just a few hours away from spending an evening with you? Only you? He loved Sunghwan, don't get him wrong but going to a movie together and getting dinner afterwards and maybe — just maybe Jisung could spit out the words he'd been holding hostage inside his mouth ever since he first laid eyes on you. Dear Y/n, I've liked you since the second I saw you in your balcony and I was hoping you could rail me —

The second he got home, he took a shower, brushed his teeth again, and spent twenty minutes trying to decide what he should wear. A suit was too over the top and a normal t-shirt and jeans would look like he didn't care. He had to look cool but interested. In the end he opted for a plain black shirt over his loose jeans. He styled his dark hair with a part in the middle and sprayed some cologne on.

Two mental breakdowns later, he was standing in front of the movie theater where you told him you'd meet him. He tried to act all nonchalant but he was slowly losing his mind as he stood there like a loser (it was for ten minutes).

When you finally arrived, he swore his heart stopped beating for a good few seconds as his eyes raked over your little top that dipped low in the front. Did you do it on purpose? Did you know the way his heart started to a marathon every time he looked at you? How the fuck was he supposed to pay attention to a movie when you were dressed like that?

“Sorry I'm late. Dropping Sunghwan off took a little longer than expected.” You adjusted the strap of your handbag which was resting on your shoulder.

“I just got here too. It's okay.” Jisung played it off coolly. It was all worth seeing that smile on your face. He took a moment to mentally note that he also liked the subtle pink lipstick you wore today, but his favorite had to be that magenta color. Just imagining himself stained in your kisses — his face, his chest, his d —

Han Jisung almost publicly humiliated himself for the nth time this month.

The movie was fine. It was some romcom that you liked. His attention was more on you. Your reactions to everything, the way your eyes sparkled as you pointed to the screen, the way your eyes turned into crescents as you laughed at whatever corny ass jokes Jisung made that weren't even that funny.

Dinner… Dinner was far more difficult. He could barely pay any attention to what you were saying. He was more focused on your fingers and your freshly painted magenta nails. Magenta was going to be his fucking end. He could barely keep himself from imagining how good those freshly manicured hands would look wrapped around his cock. Oh god, he was getting hard again. He was only snapped out of his thoughts when you said, “You want to go home?”

“Huh?”

“You look tired. And I'm probably boring you —”

“No, no — never.” Jisung shook his head.

“Then what's wrong Jisung?”

Fuck it, he couldn't take it anymore. “I like you Y/n.” Silence. The silence after that was killing him. He swallowed hard and took a big gulp of water as his face turned redder than red.

“Well I know that. Why do you think I invited you out on a date?”

Every time Jisung believed he couldn't be more surprised, you just had to go and prove him wrong. “What?” He breathed out.

“I know you like me. You're not very secretive about it.” You chuckled, twisted the pasta in your plate onto your fork. “I like you a lot too.” What the actual fuck? “I never thought I'd like someone so fast after… everything. But you proved me wrong.” You shrugged. “But my real question is… do you jerk off to me every night?”

That's it. Jisung knew the thin walls of his apartment would come back to bite him someday in the future. He was betrayed by his own house. He was absolutely mortified you heard him fisting himself to you. He turned impossibly more red. He could barely stutter out a response but he stopped when he saw that teasing smile on your face.

“It's a good thing I feel the same way.”

The cab ride home was torture. Not only did you like him. But you wanted to fuck him too? And it definitely did not help whatsoever that you hand rested on his thigh and slowly inched upward, agonizingly slow towards the obvious tent in his pants. His dick was so hard it hurt in the confines of his pants. He bit down on his lip so hard when you brushed over his bones and then started to palm him through the fabric. Oh fucking hell… You were teasing him. He could see that smirk on your face as he almost whined when you pulled away because the cab stopped.

The second you stepped foot in his apartment, he pushed you against the wall next to the door and smashed his lips against yours. Hungry and needy. He pressed his body against yours, pulling you along to his bedroom (how he got there, he had no clue). His hands were everywhere. Touching and caressing every part of you. Your hair, your waist, your ass — it was heaven. You threaded your fingers through his fingers, lightly tugging at the strands. It was enough to elicit a soft moan from him, muffled by the kiss.

“Tell me Jisung…” You said quietly as you pulled away from him. “What did you imagine about me?” You pushed him onto the bed and as you got on your knees. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, releasing his dick. It was red and stained with precum and so hard.

But you didn't do anything. “Please.” He whimpered. “Do something.” You smiled at him deviously before beginning to stroke him at a slow pace. Too slow. “F-Fuck.” He threw his head back with a groan. You were barely doing anything and he was so far gone. You carefully took him into your mouth, inch by inch. Your mouth was warm, your plush lips wrapped around his cock was making him lose his mind. He wanted to grab your hair and fuck your throat but he couldn't move his body. It was like he was frozen, only able to buck his hips into your mouth for some kind of friction. You finally — finally started bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat each time. “S-Shit. Fuck. Don't stop.” You went faster after that, fondling with his balls. Your tongue swirling around the tip and your hands on his balls, he could feel that band in his belly about to snap. “Fuck. Fuck I'm gonna —” Before he could reach that sweet release, you pulled away with a pop, innocent eyes staring up at him. He let out a loud groan at that. “W-Why —”

He stopped himself when you stood up and took off your pants and panties and crawled onto his lap, sinking onto him slowly. A soft moan escaped both your mouths when his dick was completely inside you. “Fuck you're big.” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size. It gave him a bit of an ego boost. You started to bounce on him, letting out the most sinful moans Jisung ever heard in his entire life. “Perfect little dick. Filling me up so well.” You groaned. His dick twitched. Your walls were sucking him in, milking him. It was too much. He was already on edge from his denied orgasm, but the way you were talking to him? Fuck. He wasn't going to last.

“S-So tight.” He whimpered. “F-Fuck. Feels good.”

“Feels good baby?” You asked. He nodded frantically. “Are you gonna cum?” He nodded again. “Hold it for a bit. Only good boys get to cum. Have you been a good boy?”

“Y-Yes, fuck —” He squeezed his eyes shut as your walls clenched around him. “Oh fuck —” Jisung was determined to save the last of his dignity (not like he had much in the first place) and tried to get you off too. He met your thrusts half way, his dick repeatedly brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you.

“Right there.” Your nails dug into his skin but he didn't give two shits. “‘M so close.”

“Let me make you cum too.” He kissed your chest, your breasts and wrapped his lips around your hardened buds, alternating between the two of them. From the fucked out expression on your face and the way he was two seconds from filling you with his seed, he two took of his fingers and found your clit in no time, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive numb making you cry out as your orgasm washed over you. Jisung came a moment later, his body spasming as he came down from his high.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You panted, your head laying on his shoulder. Jisung could barely even nod in reply. His dick was still inside you as your juices and his pooled onto his thighs and onto his sheets. It was a mistake to look at where you swollen pussy lips swallowed him whole and he could feel himself getting hard again.

Yeah. He definitely had a thing for mommies.

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I Promise

Han Jisung x Reader

▹Genre: Angst - the type that makes you shed a tear

▹Summary: Jisung finally realizes what he's been putting you through and he vows to fix it.

▹Word Count: 1.8k

▹Warnings: Description of a panic attack

▹This One shot was Inspired by the song Til u say i go by NIve

✧ Masterlist ✧

“Stop saying that. Stop saying that this isn’t working, why are you giving up so easily?” The vase of wilted roses on the dining table shook as Jisung’s tightly closed fists banged lightly against the mahogany. You feel something like the roses in front of you, what was once a beautiful and vibrant gift from the lover sitting across from you is now a wilted reminder of what once was. You’re tired, burnt-out.

“You think this is easy for me? This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do but I’ve had more than enough time to think about this. I’ve had more than enough lonely nights to know that I am sick and tired of this desolate feeling in my chest.” You rise to your feet quicker than you intended, you turn away from the man in front of you as tears well up at your waterline. 

“I’m doing what I can, you know that I’m doing what I can. You knew how this would go, you knew that I’d be busy, that my schedule would be packed. I promised you that I’d come home when I can and I have kept that promise -”

“ - you’ve been at the dorms more than you’ve been in this kitchen. You’ve slept there more than you have ever slept here, I’m sure that you have more clothes in your closet there than you do here, so are you really keeping your promise?” The exasperated sigh that falls from Jisungs lips as your feet lead you through the threshold leading to the living room is all the answer you need.

“You’re not being very fair. You know how busy it’s been, I only just got back to Seoul today, we’ve been all over the place, I’ve been all over the place.” He stares at you from the same threshold that you crossed moments ago. “I wasn’t aware that you felt so…”

His wide eyes meet your glassy ones as you allow the tears that you’ve been holding back to spill over your puffy lids like a glass filled to the brim. He steps towards you and with each pitter patter of his bare feet against the hardwood you feel that overflowing glass inching closer to the edge of shattering.

“Tell me.” You allow him to cup your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb wipes a stray tear as he continues to whisper. “Tell me everything that you’ve been keeping in there.” 

His other hand rests over your heart for just a second before the palm finds a home against your other cheek. You can feel his faint trembling against you and it’s only now that you notice the erratic pattern of his breathing. 

“Do you know how long the nights feel when I’m in that big bed all by myself?” Your lids flutter shut at the sound of your own whisper and you can feel it all coming up, word vomit with an untitled emotion, it's right at the back of your throat. Too thick to swallow. “I’ve stopped making the bed at this point, I stopped buying groceries to accommodate your presence because you’re never at the dinner table anymore.” 

Your voice starts to settle into a steady yell as you continue but you can’t stop it. Everything's coming up at once. All of the nights sleeping alone, all of the tears you’ve shed, all of the times you’ve needed the support of a partner that is never there, that can rarely ever pick up the phone. It all comes pouring out in shouting syllables that leave Jisung stumbling back with tears of his own trailing down his cheeks. 

“I called you, I called you last week and I needed you, I needed to hear your voice but all I heard was your voicemail. I didn’t even get a text from you that night, I waited hours for you to call me back. I waited and I waited but there was nothing and here we are six days later and you still haven’t asked me why I called.” You choke on your own shout as you take an inhale so sharp that it could’ve cut your larynx. Your throat tightens at the memory of last week. You sat in front of your phone for as long as you could just waiting, just hoping that Jisung would return your call but he never did. You waited and waited until the face that reminds you of him everyday pulled you out of your haze. 

Just as you fall to your knees in a choked sob that very face emerges from the dimly lit threshold, Jisung hears the tiny footsteps and swiftly shields your body from her line of sight.

“Mommy, why you cry again?” You sob harder at the sound of her small curious voice. This is all enough to break Jisung, the anxiety in his chest is quickly boiling over into self hatred. The palpable pain lingering in the air is all the proof that he needed to know that you’re right, he didn’t keep his promise. “Appa, is mommy okay?” 

“Mommy is- mommy is going to be alright. Appa is trying to fix it, okay?” The brown hair girl hugged her stuffed animal closer to her chest as she took a step towards her father. Jisung was fighting for his life as he did his best to hold back the sob that was rattling against his ribs.

“Come on, let's go back to bed so that I can help mommy, okay?” Jisung’s voice is barely above a whisper but it was enough for the little one in front of him to agree as she held her arms out towards him. He scooped his daughter up and held her close as he made his way down the dimly lit hallway, leaving you and your sorrows to seep into the dark wood beneath your knees. He could nearly hear the heavy tears spilling onto the flooring, he’s sure that the residue of your deep despondency will stain the flooring. His heart aches with sadness and regret as it all sinks in and he swears that what ‘s left of his resolve breaks when his daughter grabs him by his face and kisses the tip of his nose. A sweet whisper leaving her lips as her hopeful words loomed over his head. 

“Please fix momma.” That’s when he knew that he would never be able to make things right. Once he heard the latch catch on your daughter's bedroom door the latch holding the emotion trapped in his chest broke open and he sobbed so violently that it made no sound. All that he could hear was panicked ringing as he sunk to the ground and hung his head. His tears soaked into the soft denim of his jeans as all of your words echoed through his head. 

His breath caught in his throat and his hands raked through his hair aggressively until they grabbed at the roots and pulled as hard as they could. Time seemed to slow down as he realized what’s been happening. While he’s out in his own world the one that he built with you is crumbling. He got too comfortable, he allowed a thick frost to cover his lens and when he couldn’t see through them anymore he filled in the blanks with the answers that he wanted. He told himself that you were fine, that you’ll understand and that he was barely even missed. That frost was so thick, so blinding that he fooled himself into hurting you. 

“Han.” Your hoarse panicked tone is what snaps him out of his thoughts. He blinks a couple of times, trying his best to clear his blurred vision and concentrate. “Jisung, breathe, please.”

It’s only then that he notices the burning in his chest, he sucks in a harsh breath but it’s not enough. He coughs before trying again, the feeling of your soft hands rubbing against his clothed thighs grounds him quicker than he could manage to do by himself. Before he can fill his lungs completely his arms are around your waist. He pulls you into him as he rests against the pale painted wall of the hallway, you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him against your chest as he struggles to regulate his breathing.

“I’m so -”

“- I know, Ji.” He takes a deep inhale and your soft scent makes his muscles tense before relaxing a bit too much. He’s missed this, he’s missed you. 

“I- I know that I hurt you. I haven’t been here for either of you but if you please, just please give me a chance to fix this. I’ll take time off, I’ll adjust my schedules and I’ll come home no matter the time. I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I’ve been so absent I didn’t think that-”

“And what happens when you run out of days off? We’ll be a happy family for a month or two and then I'll be sleeping alone again?” He pulls away from you, watery eyes staring into yours with so much sincerity, so much passion. 

“I won’t leave you alone again, I’ll do what I can, I’ll do more than they let me. I’ll find a way, if you just let me stay, if you let me try again I promise that I will make up for this pain for the next million years, Jagi, please.”

“Ji...Jisung if this doesn’t work then -”

“Then I’ll leave, I’ll pack my stuff and I’ll give you anything that you need to live a comfortable life without me but that won’t happen. If you give me this chance I will stay by your side until you tell me to leave. I’ll stand by you every day until you scream and yell and beg me to go but please give me the chance to fix what I’ve done.” 

“You can’t promise me that everything will change.” Your eyes wander down his frame, a forlorn glint in your eyes. Jisung’s hand takes its familiar position on your cheek, pulling your attention back to him as he takes a rigid breath.

“I can and I will.” His eyes search yours as he tries to grasp onto the hope that’s flying away from you. Maybe he’s making a promise that’s bigger than himself, maybe he can’t do it, maybe he can’t fix you and he’ll break his daughter's heart but he has to try. He has to.

He leans into you and you welcome the feeling of his exhale clashing with yours, his blushed lips brush against your soft ones before he presses the softest kiss to them. It’s loving, it’s hopeful, it’s Jisung and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. He whispers against your lips between kisses, his words are airy and desperate but he means them and they mean everything to you.

“I promise.”

can i request a han jisung smut where he's submissive pls? it's okay if not and if u aren't taking requests anymore , i totally understand 💞💞 tysm !!

🎀 tw: softdom!afab!reader ; sub!jisung ; female anatomy ; nipple play ; dry humping ;

🎀 wc: around 1,6k ;

a huuuuuuuge thank you to @jilixthinker for her feedback on this and for encouraging me to post it 🤧🩷 #cheanzia

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Jisung’s head is buried in your chest as he kisses every inch of skin his lips are able to reach. 

He does it effortlessly, as if his life depended on it, as if he had no other purpose. Desperate and impatient for you, as if you were his only cure and he’d die without you. Some days, he believes it’s true, that his existence won’t make no sense if you’re not there by his side. Silly thoughts, his, because you’re not going anywhere. You love him so dearly, so deeply - how could you ever leave him? 

His hand rests on your hip, brushing the skin as he toys with the hem of your panties. You’d think he does it to tease you - it helps him to calm himself down, on the contrary, as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm breasts, of your essence that’s making his head spin. It’s incredible, the effect you have on him - he’s addicted to it. 

Your fingers are entangled in his dark hair as he worships you, making cute little sounds as he presses his face in your body. 

He had a bad day today. Work was shit, apparently, and he wanted nothing more than to lie in your arms, pressed on your body, kissing the valley of your breasts with such reverence as small huffs escape his nostrils when you tug at his hair. 

“Did my baby have a bad day today?” You murmur in his hair, kissing his forehead and he lets out a whiny noise that makes wetness pool in your panties. Your baby boy, you’d do anything for him. He nods weakly, eyes still closed as he squishes his face between your breasts. If he’s not breathing, he doesn’t care - he’ll die a happy death. “Do mommy’s tits make you feel better, my baby?” 

Jisung is red in the face, and squeezes his legs to find some sort of relief from the friction. He whines pathetically when you remove your hand from his hair only to sneak it behind your back and unclasp your bra quickly. His fidgety hands would take too long, and you know he’s impatient and too far gone already. He reluctantly pulls away from your body, but at the sight of your naked breasts in front of his face he can’t bring himself to be upset at you. 

He licks his lips, ready to latch his mouth on your nipple, but you stop him. 

“Ah, I need words,” you place two fingers under his chin and lift his head. His pupils are completely blown and he looks so deliciously vulnerable and soft, “tell me how much you want mommy’s tits in your mouth.”

His chest rises and falls quicker now. His underwear is stained with pre-cum, a wet patch is clearly visible in the front, darkening the soft material. He nods - quickly, desperately. “I need them, need mommy’s tits to make me feel better.”

He licks his lips. If he tries hard enough, he can almost taste you in his mouth - but it’d be useless because his imagination could never compete with the way you actually taste, the reality is so much better. 

“Good boy,” you praise him, rewarding his diligence with a forehead kiss, giving him permission to use you as his personal stress relief. 

A faint hmph is the noise he makes as soon as he wraps his lips around your nipple. At the same time, his arm circles your waist to pull you closer, and his cock comes to rest perfectly between your legs, hard and throbbing sitting precisely on your clit. It’d be so easy to grind on him and get yourself off from humping him, but you don’t move - he’s gonna do it for you.

Jisung’s tongue swirls around your nipple, and then he sucks, and then he licks. Soft, whiny sounds fall from his lips as he releases his frustration buried in your chest. The best way to relax, definitely his favorite - when you peg him is a close second, though, don’t get him wrong.  

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you whisper to him, entangling your fingers in his hair once again, “you don’t want to help mommy out, too, though?”

He nods with your nipple still in his mouth, wet and swollen. He pulls away only to breathe out a faint “yes, wanna be mommy’s good boy,” before wrapping his lips around your other bud. 

You smile at how fucked out he sounds already, your sweet baby. You know that in this state, you could ask him to do anything to you and he’d easily oblige without complaining. He never complains. 

“Grind on mommy’s pussy, baby,” you mumble, “make mommy cum from your pretty little cock.”

He loves you so fucking much. 

He grinds on you slowly the first time, letting the outline of his length part your clothed folds, his tip bumping on your clit. You both hiss - he holds you tighter. He presses harder the second time, but the pace is still slow, up and down your folds, as he savours the feeling of your wetness staining both your and his underwear. 

Speaking of which… 

He feels one of your hands toying with the hem of his oversized t-shirts, and his breath hitches when you lift it over the curve of his ass and tiny waist. His face is red, even the tips of his ears are by now. He feels so exposed, but he loves it and he knows you do too. 

Jisung’s cute little ass looks so pretty in the baby blue lacy panties he’s wearing. You smirk at the thought that he’d left for work wearing these under his skinny jeans this morning. The thought turns you on even more. His hips jerk against yours when he feels your hand on his asscheek, then on the lacy hem of his panties. His. They’re not yours, they’re his - he wears them only when he’s feeling particularly needy. 

“My baby made himself pretty for mommy?” Your voice drops an octave, sultry as you palm the soft flesh of his ass, lifting your head to get a better look. It’s not exactly a thong, because the panties are kind of open in the back - slutty. You bite your lip.

Jisung nods. His legs shake as he continues to drag his barely clothed cock up and down your folds. The panties are even prettier on the front - see through and soaked wet right now. You’ll take a closer look in a couple of minutes, after he makes you cum. 

“You’re doing so well, baby… feels so good,” you praise him, and he whimpers when you land a soft slap on his ass, “you’re gonna make mommy cum soon,” you bite your lip at the feeling of Jisung’s cockhead brushing your clit. 

Jisung loves being praised by you, he really does - the problem is, he gets too impatient and his movements become too frantic too soon. Before you know it, he’s rutting against your hips at a quick pace, stimulating your clit and himself at the same time, bringing you closer to the edge sooner than you intended to. 

“M-Mommy,” he whines, letting go of your nipple, burying his face in the valley of your breasts as he pants heavily and continues to dry hump you, “mommy tell me- tell me I’m a good boy. Please, mommy,” he chokes, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels his cock throb inside his panties - the lacy material stimulating his cockhead deliciously. 

You smirk. Even though it is not how this was supposed to go, you decide to let it slide for tonight. It’s obvious he needs this, needs you. 

“You’re so good to mommy, my baby,” you squeeze his asscheek, “you’re mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” 

“I- I am,” he sobs in your chest, “mommy’s good boy, yeah. I’m mommy’s good boy.”

With a chocked sob, he cums. It was pretty inevitable, and you’re not mad, because you find your release mere seconds later, for he doesn’t stop moving against your body. Your orgasm washes all over your body intensely, as it always does when you’re stimulated over the clothes, and you can feel both your and Jisung’s release on your skin. 

You leave a few more kisses on the top of his head, but you don’t really give him the time to fully recover from his orgasm - before he knows it, you’re sitting on the bed, unwrapping his arms from around your figure. He’s too fucked out to react, though, so he lies there, on the mattress, panting heavily. 

You have other plans. 

By softly pushing him on his back, you’re now able to see him fully. The panties are ruined - Jisung’s cum is all over them. He made a mess, but you can’t help but stare at him in awe. His cock sits there, inside the thin lacy material, the tip of an angry shade of pink, looking swollen. And his panties are most definitely too tight for him, because his balls don’t fit inside the soft material - too round and heavy, still pretty much full. They won’t be anymore after tonight, you’ll make sure of that. The panties are open in the back, which means you can clearly see his pretty hole from here. Oh, how you want him. You can’t wait. 

Jisung opens his eyes as soon as he feels your hot tongue on his tummy, licking his orgasm off his skin. He kicks his head back in the pillow and bites his lip when you wrap your mouth around his tip. Even though he’s too sensitive for that right now, he still whines at the loss of contact when you pull away. 

“Ah, don’t worry. Mommy’s gonna take care of her babyboy tonight. You’re in for a long night, my baby.”

-`♡´-

i’m super sorry for the loooong wait anon, hope you like this 🥹

What about being fucked so hard and quick by han that you squirt and pass out into subspace?

yes. Yes. YES. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about Han absolutely ruining me and slipping into subspace. Okay, so hear me out...

Subspace

Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

✨Masterlist✨

It's been an hour and a half since you and your boyfriend Han started going at each other like rabbits in heat. The three months away from each other while he was on tour was hard for the both of you, and you wanted nothing more than to feel every part of him now that he was back. It was clear that the feeling was mutual from the way that your man was currently rutting into you like he's never fucked a pussy in his entire life.

"B-baby, you're so, fuck - so big." You managed a strangled moan as Han pounded into you mercilessly. One thing that you loved about sex with your boyfriend was how comfortable and free he made you feel, this in turn allowed you to easily slip into subspace and let your mind float into the clouds as he pleasured you.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way I fuck you? Let me hear you baby." Each word that came out of his mouth pushed you further into your dazed mind space. His thrusts hit just the right spot every time making you grip the sheets lazily and whimper incoherent words that he didn't dare to decipher. He knew that you were too far gone and it only made him want to fuck you harder. He turned you on your side lifting one of your legs to get a deeper feel of you and that's when you swore you saw stars. His dick was hitting spots that you weren't even aware existed and your mindless moaning and drooling only encouraged him to ruin you more.

"Such a good baby for me, yeah? Taking this cock so well." He could feel you clench around him at the sound of his praise and it only made him want more. Snaking a hand down your torso his fingers found your swollen clit and started rubbing circles around the nub at the pace that you go absolutely crazy over.

It all happened so fast after that. You were a screaming babbling mess from the overstimulation of his cock hitting your g-spot and his fingers working your clit. Your orgasm washed over you more intensely than any had before causing you to black out and fall limp into the mattress. Han came shortly after you, filling you with his load as he whispered sweet and dirty words to your currently unconscious body. He plopped down next to you and held you close to him rubbing smooth circles into your back and softly bringing you back to the real world. He offered you some water and whispered praises into your ear to ground you a bit after the intense session.

"That was fucking hot, baby, I've never seen you do that before." With lazily furrowed brows you look up at him waiting for him to elaborate.

"You squirted all over me, Jagi." You look down at his torso to see that it is indeed covered in your liquids along with soaked spots on the sheets and arousal coating your thighs. "I want to make you do that again."

Your words failed you as you looked up at him with lazy sleepy eyes, your head still in the fuzzy mode of subspace. "But let's rest for now, yeah baby? You did such a good job for daddy, I promise to reward you later."

You snuggled into him as he stroked your hair and hummed to you, allowing you to ride out your subspace in his arms.

okay so we've talked abt subby qnd needy jisung with mommy reader BUT. hear me out. Reader who is just as needy as jisung and it basically turns into just bunny fucking and a LOT slurred dirty talk :3

“need it! need it, jisung, ji, please!” your pussy is sloppy, dripping down to inbetween your asscheeks, and jisung is just staring at you in awe. his cock is leaking like a faucet and he wants nothing more than to push inside of you, to settle into home, but he knows he’s going to cum instantly if he does that. “mm, ji, please stop teasing-“

“i’m not teasing, baby, i just-“ he huffs, leaning over you. his bicep frames your face and his cockhead bumps against your clit, wet and messy. you whine, squirming on the sheets. “i’ll cum too quick, my baby, it’s- your pussy is so wet, honey, i-“

“i don’t care,” you wail, legs thrashing on the bed. jisung whimpers under his breath when your pussy drags against his cock. “can you- keep going when you cum? i need your cock, please, please!”

jisung keens, gritting his teeth and letting his head loll back. “okay! okay, yeah, i can- okay, baby. lemme just- lemme-“

and he’s pushing inside, cock impossibly hard and thick inside of you. your pussy gives way eagerly, and he can’t hold back his noises, incoherent whines and wails leaving his lips. he doesn’t let a beat pass before he’s bunny fucking into you, your pussy soaking the hair at the base of his shaft and making squelching noises around the room.

“‘s good, fu- hnnnf, ji, baby, it’s so good!” you whine, and he nods, head falling to the nape of your neck. “c-cock feels so good, ah- it’s so big, so big!”

“it’s- fuck, your pussy, shit! you’re so tight, baby, baby, i- oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he’s slurring, drooling onto your neck, but your eyes are rolling back into your head and you’re not much better. “dirty, dirty pussy, i- oh, shit, baby. ‘m g’na fuckin’ bust, shit.”

okay so we've talked abt subby qnd needy jisung with mommy reader BUT. hear me out. Reader who is just as needy as jisung and it basically turns into just bunny fucking and a LOT slurred dirty talk :3

“need it! need it, jisung, ji, please!” your pussy is sloppy, dripping down to inbetween your asscheeks, and jisung is just staring at you in awe. his cock is leaking like a faucet and he wants nothing more than to push inside of you, to settle into home, but he knows he’s going to cum instantly if he does that. “mm, ji, please stop teasing-“

“i’m not teasing, baby, i just-“ he huffs, leaning over you. his bicep frames your face and his cockhead bumps against your clit, wet and messy. you whine, squirming on the sheets. “i’ll cum too quick, my baby, it’s- your pussy is so wet, honey, i-“

“i don’t care,” you wail, legs thrashing on the bed. jisung whimpers under his breath when your pussy drags against his cock. “can you- keep going when you cum? i need your cock, please, please!”

jisung keens, gritting his teeth and letting his head loll back. “okay! okay, yeah, i can- okay, baby. lemme just- lemme-“

and he’s pushing inside, cock impossibly hard and thick inside of you. your pussy gives way eagerly, and he can’t hold back his noises, incoherent whines and wails leaving his lips. he doesn’t let a beat pass before he’s bunny fucking into you, your pussy soaking the hair at the base of his shaft and making squelching noises around the room.

“‘s good, fu- hnnnf, ji, baby, it’s so good!” you whine, and he nods, head falling to the nape of your neck. “c-cock feels so good, ah- it’s so big, so big!”

“it’s- fuck, your pussy, shit! you’re so tight, baby, baby, i- oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he’s slurring, drooling onto your neck, but your eyes are rolling back into your head and you’re not much better. “dirty, dirty pussy, i- oh, shit, baby. ‘m g’na fuckin’ bust, shit.”

using jisung’s favorite fleshlight on him always gets him so desperate for you. he can’t help but become a sweaty, drooly mess, kneeling between your legs while you lay on your back on your shared bed. he’s bucking his hips to meet the strokes of the toy in your hand and making the most beautiful strangled noises. he’s whining and words are coming out of his mouth so fast he can barely finish a thought “m—mommy—feels so—its so—my cock—thank you, mommy—mommy please”.

when he gets close he usually asks to cum inside of you, he just needs to feel you so bad. “mommy please— please— i’m so— i’m about to—ughhhh fuck, can i?”. you can’t say no to him. you pull the toy off of his leaking cock and align the tip with your hole but he only pushes in the tip, quite obviously struggling to restrain himself “ca— can i please— i wanna— can i go all the way inside?”. such a good boy. “of course you can ba—“ you’re cut off by him entering you fully in one swift thrust and that last bit of friction coupled with the moan that comes from you is all he needs to be sent over the edge. he topples forward onto you and you feel his warm load filling you up as he ruts gently against you to ride himself through his orgasm. you wrap your arms around him and kiss his forehead, then his cheeks, and finally his lips. just a peck. then another. then a longer kiss. and you realize that although he just finished, he’s still horny and desperate.

he can’t stop himself from moving inside of you again, rutting forward while still buried inside of you. “mommy i’m— i’m sorry mommy— i can’t— it’s— ‘t’s too good, you feel too good. so fucking good, mommy. s’ wet and warm i can’t— mommy, i’m sorry.” you know you should stop him, you didn’t give him permission, but there are tears welling in his eyes and you just don’t have the heart to tell him to stop. you let him finish again, but make a mental note to punish him next time.

WHO ARE YOU HOW DARE YOU LEAVE THIS IN MY INBOX…. IM GUSHING AND SQUIRTING WHAT THE FUCK (SEMD MORE)

Mad - angst and smut w/Jeongin. 18+ only mdni

Mad series is here 🤍

{Notes: S/GF/N = Seungmin’s gf name. You get the drill 😛}

Jeongin groans at the vibration from his phone. It was 1 in the morning and he had just fallen asleep a couple minutes ago.

“Hm?” He answered the call from Seungmin, only because it was at an abnormal hour and because he heard his hyung rushed out the door not to long ago.

"Hey Jeongin, I'm picking up my girlfriend and your little girlfriend is here too," Seungmin says over the phone.

"She's not my little girlfriend," Jeongin scoffed, arm laying across his eyes, trying his best to block out any light so he doesn’t lose his tiredness.

“Okay, not-your-little-girlfriend will be alone outside the club if I only get S/GF/N so—” Seungmin emphasised on the alone, feeling worried about you but seeking Jeongin’s confirmation first.

“So?” But Seungmin was only met with a grumpy Jeongin.

“So do you want me to get her too or?”

“Ugh god.”

“I can’t just leave her, they have all been drinking and—”

“Ugh, she can stay over,” Jeongin puffed, clearly annoyed.

“Okay we—”

“—But I'm going back to sleep so don't wake me when you guys get home," and with that he hung up the phone.

You entered Jeongin and Seungmin’s shared apartment, the place was always so welcoming and cozy but this time round you felt a little out of place. All day you’ve been messaging Jeongin telling him you miss him, his hugs, his touches, his kisses, only just to be left with a message that broke you a little.

Jeongin 🤍 Can you stop messaging me?

Jeongin 🤍 My phone is buzzing non stop it’s annoying

You guys weren’t dating, only a fling as the other boys would say but it was clear to everyone that you had feelings for this boy. Maybe more than he has for you. The text made you question your whole situation-relationship though — does he even like you anymore?

You were going to spend the day copped up in bed but after your roommate found out why you were so upset, she insisted you go out clubbing with her and the other girls.

“I would go but Jeongin hates me going,” you say fiddling with your blanket.

“So?” S/GF/N questioned as she moves your hair away from your face.

“He’ll get angry,” you were a little bit nervous on how he would react since he already is annoyed.

“Y/N I think it’s time you stop being the one what chases him. If he wants you to stop messaging him then you should not talk to him at all. Ignore him, go out, go drinking, go clubbing, make him mad. Be a little bit petty back,” she says with a smile.

You take a deep breath in as you considered everything she said. Maybe it was time you stop giving him so much attention. Maybe it was time you stop letting him get his way with you.

“Trust me Y/N, he’ll want your attention by the end of the night,” S/GF/N says as she gets up opening her hand out for you.

“Okay,” you took her hand.

You took your time getting dolled up, searching for an outfit. You wanted something what was still in your comfort zone but a little bit sexy. You settle for tight demin jeans and a long sleeve crop top with a wide v neck showing your cleavage area, making sure it was an outfit that will piss Jeongin off.

The first couple of shots you were as confident as when you agreed to go out. You wanted to piss Jeongin off. But towards the end of the night when the alcohol started hitting you, you can’t lie you missed him, you wanted to be with him. You start to slowly lose your security as you read over the many messages he left you asking where you were.

Seungmin brings you a pillow and blanket, with a glass of water. He hates to be a bad host and leave you in the living room but he respected his member’s wishes.

“You know your way around Y/N. Good night,” he says before returning back to his room to your friend.

You were in your clubbing outfit and it was uncomfortable for you to sleep in but you didn’t want to go into Jeongin’s room to dig through your pile of clothes afraid he was mad at you. You decided it was best if you just called a taxi, copping the couple hundred dollars to take you back home in the other part of the city at this hour of the night.

“You can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep out here,” a voice stops you from taking any step further. You turn around and there Jeongin was standing in the hall way. Your heart skips a beat at his presence.

“No it’s okay, I think I’ll just go home,” you say quietly, standing across the room from him.

“Didn’t you want to stay?” He asked but it came out a little be aggressive as if it you begged to stay over.

“Yeah, I wanted to see you but it seems like you don’t want me here. I’ll leave,” you choked.

He can tell you were hurt, your voice breaking a little bit as you reply back to him.

“Stay.”

“It’s okay—”

“—I want you to stay Y/N,” he says firmly. “If you leave right now, I’m assuming you’re leaving me forever.” Jeongin makes his way to the couch, taking his seat as he waits for you to come to him. You couldn’t fight him, you wanted to stay, you wanted to be around him tonight.

“I think we need to talk Y/N.” You make your way over and he pulls you next to him.

“You wanna tell me where you were? Why you didn’t reply me back?” He asks softly, glancing down at you.

“I just felt like I was annoying you so I—,” you start to speak.

“—So you went clubbing instead?” He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. “I thought we agreed for you not to?” He puffed out, trying to stay calm. “Or does that not mean anything to you anymore?” He pierces his eyes into yours, waiting for your answer.

“Jeongin.. I miss you and all I got from you was a can you stop messaging me,” you voiced, looking away from his glance.

“So you broke your promise and went out instead?” His tone was harsh now, he is showing his madness.

It flipped a switch in you, snapping you back to the mindset you had when you agreed to go out. He had no right to be mad at you, he was the one who was mean to you first. You only ignored him because he wanted you to stop messaging him and now he’s the one that’s mad? What is his issue?

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Pfffftt..” he chuckle, amused at your reaction.

“What does me drinking and clubbing have to do with you anyways? It’s not like we are dating?” You retorted, tired of playing the cat in his little chase game.

“Yeah true,” he rolls his eyes at you now. “We aren’t even dating. But then go ahead.. Go ahead and tell me why you are missing me so much then? Spamming my phone with “I miss you”messages?” He scoffed, lifting his hand to air quote you.

You get up to walk out on him but he pulls you down, so you’re on him straddling him. You tried your hardest to get up again but he was too strong for you, holding you still by your waist.

“Silly girl..” Jeongin scoffs again shaking his head. “We’ve been here before.. You can’t go out because you’re mine,” he smirks.

“Hate when you wearing pretty clothes like this out,” his hands travelled from our waist down to your hips where he rubs circles with his thumb. His touch made your heart flutter.

“Hate it when you get drunk and get friendly with every fucking guy you make eye contact with,” he says above a whisper, lips close to yours. His possessive side was showing and it was turning you on so much.

“Jeongin..” You whimper, arms coming to hug around his shoulders now and you move up a little bit, sitting atop his hardening length. You take in a sharp breath at the contact.

“Hmm? What is it?” He was satisfied with your reaction.

“Want you…” you were as needy as when you sent him those texts in the morning. You craved him.

“You want me? I think you forgot to say something,” he teased, his fingers doesn’t stop caressing your body.

“I’m sorry,” you replied. “I’m sorry I went out clubbing. I only did it so you can pay attention to me,” you admit falling vulnerable for him again.

He lets out a little laugh before apologising as well. “I’m sorry too Y/N.”

“I’m sorry I replied to you like that. I’m sorry I let my anger out on,” he moves you closer to him, hands now groping your buttock.

“Why were you angry?“ you asked him with your big eyes, ever so innocently making him fall vulnerable to you too.

“They stuffed up my measurements, so I don’t know if I’ll have an outfit for the performance next week now,” he replies. You got your answer on why he was annoyed now. Clothes, fashion, and styling means a lot to him, so you understand how he feels when it doesn’t go right for him.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go well for you—” you tried to cheer him up.

“—No it’s not your fault. Never your fault, pretty girl,” he was desperate to let you know you shouldn’t take the blame for his behaviour.

“I’m sorry I got angry at you for clubbing too. I just get so possessive when you go out. You know I get like that only because I like you so much right?” He admits, cupping your face. You both look at each other with lust before attaching your lips.

“I know,” you pull away with a smile. You both slowly start to forgot everything that happened now.

“You want to show me how much you missed me, pretty girl?” He looks down at your body and tugs at the waist band of your jeans, signaling for you to remove them.

You get up to remove your jeans leaving you in your panties.

“This is how much you missed me?” He eyes your underwear before looking into your eyes with a smirk.

You shake your head no and continue to pull down your panties off as-well, kicking them off. He licks his lips at the sight of your bare pussy. If anything, he missed you like how you missed him too.

“Missed you more.. like this,” you say and straddled him again. With your jeans and panties off you can feel how hard he was for you now and it was riling you up so much.

“Missed this.. so much,” you moaned as his big hands come to helps you roll your hips on him.

“Yeah then keep going baby. You always make it feel so nice,” Jeongin encourages you, trying his best not to roll his eyes back at the pleasure.

“I’m close- I’m gonna cum,” you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the damp spot forming on his grey sweat pants. You were a moaning mess now trying to save your orgasm.

“Not yet, keep going.. let me cum with you,” he mumbles. A couple more grinds and he feels himself ready to bust with you.

“You okay pretty girl? I’m close now,” Jeongin grips your hips harder now.

A loud moan falls from your lips as you both let go. You let your juice flood on his pants as Jeongin cums inside his boxers.

“Good girl.. You feel okay now?” He says rubbing your back as you both catch your breath.

“I’m okay now,” you say.

“Good.. Only want the best for my little girlfriend,” your eyes lights up at his comment and he chuckles at your cuteness.

“What? You are my little girlfriend right?” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

kinktober day sixteen

double penetration vocalracha x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, face sitting, anal fingering, unprotected p in v & a, lots of praising, first time 3some. 1.3k words (tried a new writing style of going back and forth between present and past lmk if u hate it)

you were sprawled out on top of seungmin’s bed trying to remember the steps as to how you got there. 

“y/n, jeongin and i are done with practice if you want to bring takeout over now,” seungmin’s voice said through your phone speaker.

your two boys were kissing, licking, and marking up every inch of your skin. you melted to their touch, unable to think about anything other than them.

“i think we have some wine in the kitchen. we can make our takeout seem a little fancier,” jeongin said, standing up from the makeshift picnic the three of you made on the floor of seungmin’s bedroom. 

you’re moved to sit on jeongin's face, his tongue now teasing your entrance and his nose rubbing against your clit. you balance yourself by holding onto the bedframe and arching your back so that seungmin has clear access to prep your ass.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jeongin asks you with a mischievous grin on his face.

seungmin’s long, slender fingers work gently to stretch you out and jeongin sloppily makes out with your cunt. the contrast in their behavior makes you dizzy.

“what are we twelve?” you laugh. “i’m not playing truth or dare.”

jeongin moves his attention to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with his soft plush lips. you moan out in overwhelming pleasure as you grind down further onto his face. 

“pussy! what do you have to hide, hm?” seungmin teases.

the long list of praises seungmin is whispering into your ear is what finally brings you over the edge.

“okay, truth.”

your legs shake as jeongin continues his assault on your pussy. the overstimulation on your clit plus the feeling of seungmin’s fingers reaching deeper and deeper in spots you’ve never been touched before drives you wild. 

“what sexual act is on the top of your bucket list?” jeongin asks.

tears are probably streaming down your face and the noises that pour from your mouth are ineligible. the two work in such a rhythm that you can feel yourself easily coming to the edge again.

“hm.” you pause to think for a second, considering the options before one of your biggest fantasies pops in your head. “a threesome.”

“c-close,” you whimper as you start to grind down on jeongin’s face again. 

the two boys' eyes go wide. “with two boys, two girls, or one of each?” seungmin wonders aloud.

seungmin pulls his fingers out and grabs you by your hips, lifting you off jeongin’s face. you whine at the lost of contact.

“depends who it’s with, i think.”

seungmin assist you in planting you knees firmly on either side of jeongin’s hips. jeongin grabs the base of his cock and lines it up with your entrance. he teases your clit with his tip before taking hold of your hips, above where seungmin’s hands are placed, and helps you sink down onto his cock fully.

“hypothetically, you did one with me,” jeongin starts. “would you want another girl or guy?”

seungmin removes his hands from your hips and uses one to gently push your body flat against jeongin’s. jeongin starts to plant kisses along the side of your face and forehead and rub circles on your back as seungmin spreads your cheeks open and teases your hole with his cock.

“you already asked a question,” you say, turning to seungmin. “truth or dare?”

seungmin gently pushes himself into your ass, rubbing soothing circles onto your hips with his thumb. jeongin continues to run his fingers gently up and down your back and whispers soft praises into your ear.

“truth,” he says with a smile.

“you’re doing so great for us, y/n,” seungmin praises you from behind.

“since we’re on the topic of threesomes, say your girlfriend wants to have one with you and another guy, your pick. who are you picking?”

you moan into jeongin’s chest. the combination of praises pouring from their mouths and being so full of them has you drifting off into what feels like a dream.

“easy, jeongin,” he says with no hesitation. “we’ve done it before.”

“let us know when we can move, love,” jeongin says, running his fingers through your hair.

“what the fuck?” you almost spit out the sip of wine you were taking. 

“move, please,” you whisper. “slowly.”

“jeongin ex-girlfriend,” seungmin says, grabbing another egg roll from the box. “you remember her, right? she wanted to try it, we did it, it was fun.”

jeongin moves first, pressing his hips down into the mattress and slowly back up. you feel dizzy. seungmin places a soft hold on your hips and helps to bring you back up so your back is pressed against his chest. 

“are you kidding me?”

“you’re doing great, baby. i’m gonna move now, okay?” seungmin whispers in your ear.

“it was kinda fun, actually. i’d kill to do it again honestly,” jeongin laughs and lays flat on his back on the floor of the bedroom.

seungmin moves slowly, spreading your cheeks so he can see himself moving in and out of your tight hole. the feeling of the two moving in a rhythm has you moaning like crazy. they move opposite of each other so you’re never left feeling empty. your eyes roll back in your head when jeongin moves one of his hands to your clit and gently rubs small circles.

you laugh awkwardly, the air feels a bit more tense than it did a couple minutes ago. seungmin’s eyes dart back and forth between you and jeongin.

“god, you feel heavenly,” jeongin groans as he slowly starts to quicken the pace of his hips. 

“if you’re implying what i think you’re implying, i need to be a hell of a lot more drunk to consider it,” you say softly.

your head is thrown back, resting on seungmin’s shoulder, and mouth agape. moans and cries pouring from your mouth, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. 

“what,” jeongin sits back up. “i wasn’t. i-”

“faster, please.” your voice coming to nothing more than a whisper, it would take more strength than you had in your body to produce anything more.

“i was,” seungmin laughs. “i was eyeing the two of you. but i was kidding, sort of.”

the two boys listen, both speeding up their pace. you notice that seungmin’s is more consistent that jeongin’s and that the younger is also starting to fall apart like you.

“i mean- it would be nice to hear if all the hype of ‘how good you are in bed’ is true,” you say to seungmin, nervously playing with your bottom lip.

you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. you balance yourself by placing your hands on jeongin’s stomach, clawing at his defined abs.

“and if you are as dominate as you say you are,” you tease jeongin. “because i don’t believe it.”

“faster, faster, faster,” you whine and the boys begin snapping their hips into you. the sounds of skin slapping, jeongin whimpering below you, and seungmin groaning in your ear drive you wild. 

seungmin erupts into laughter and jeongin stares at you with a blank expression on his face. “i am! i am!” he pouts.

“y/n, i’m gonna cum,” jeongin whines. “cum with me please.”

“oh yeah? prove it.”

the sounds of jeongin begging send you over the edge. as your orgasm takes over your body, your vision goes white and your whole body starts to shake. the boys continue to thrust into you until they both finish, filling you like you’ve never been before. seungmin rubs his hands up and down your arms and whispers praises into your ear. your breathing returns to a regular pace and you can feel yourself coming back down from the high.

“i was right, innie,” you giggle breathlessly.

this is prolly one of my favs so far lol

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Okay but imagine how fucking hot stoner!Felix would be. His voice would get deeper and his accent would get even thicker. He'd be so horny that his eyes would glaze over and he'd beg you to ride him, filling you up multiple times until he's so oversensitive that he's nearly in tears.

-🍯🐝

THIIIIIS THIIIIIIIIIIIS.

“just sit on it, babe, i know you’re wet enough,” he huffs, little fingers holding up his cock. he’s pulled his t-shirt up to his chest, exposing his taut stomach and freckles littering the expanse of his skin. felix is so talkative when high, voice deep and accent thick with his happiness. “c’mon, ride me, please! i need it so bad.”

felix looks so angelic and innocent with his blonde hair splayed out on the pillows, eyes half lidded and his mouth in a permanent soft grin. you can’t help yourself when you nod, straddling felix and sinking down on his cock with a wet, tight heat.

“that’s it, that’s it,” he slurs, still grinning. his hands move to your asscheeks, gripping and pulling upwards until he’s controlling your pace, hips bucking into you at a sinuous pace. “mm, wet little pussy. ah- fuck, baby, i-“

“you’re- lixie, are you gonna cum already?” you question, panting at the feeling of his cock pressing into you so deliciously.

“i- yeah, yeah,” he groans, nodding. his voice is so low, so gravelly, and his eyes clench shut hard and he lets out an anguished yell. “i’m gonna cum, but just- keep fucking me. keep riding me, force it to get hard for you.”

SKZ Break up reaction II (Maknae Line)

Part 1

A/N: I’ve honestly been massively depressed so putting this out has been a little helpful to get these angsty feelings out. I hope you guys enjoy and Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin are going to have a part 3. Please like comment and reblog. Requests are open and I also do commissions.

Jisung:

“Is there a reason you’re here again?” You state stoically to Jisung’s back, as he knocked on your door once again. You notice the surprise on his features as he whips around to face you. Your heart shatters at the tear stricken sobbing boy. “Ba—Y/N, I-I’m sorry I’m so sorry please just talk to me please let’s just figure things out” he pleaded as he makes his way over to you. You scoff as you cross your arms over your chest “what’s there to talk about Jisung? You cheated on me there’s not much else to say besides that” you roll your eyes as he drops to his knees wrapping his arms around your waist “it’s been almost a year! I’ve learned my lesson! I’m sorry you can’t understand how sorry I am I fucked up I know I fucked up so bad but if you give me another chance I can be better I only want you I’ve only wanted you all this time, please just talk to me! I won’t ask you to let me explain there’s no good explanation for why I did what I did and I’m fucking disgusted with myself but I love you I only love you and I want to be with you only you” his tears leak through the thin material of your shirt.

Your heart breaks at his pleads, as much as you missed him you knew you’d always question if he was truly where he said he was and if he was with another woman. You weren’t sure what you should do, you missed him so much you practically cried yourself to sleep at his absence every night. The idea of getting back together with him made you feel terrified. What if he cheated again? What if he realized that he wasted his time and this wasn’t what he wanted? Your hands shook unconditionally as the familiar feeling of not being able to breathe grows in your throat. You stared at him, you could tell he was being serious but still you knew the lack of trust you’d have for him would be toxic it would make things unhealthy and you refused to do that to the both of you so with a heavy heart you removed Jisung’s arms from around you and make your way to your porch. “I can’t do this right now Jisung..” you state behind unshed tears. You could hear him getting to his feet and rushing behind you “you can’t talk to me?!” He exclaims. You shake your head in response anger growing in your stomach at his nerve to be upset with you. “NO! I can’t Jisung! I’m sorry but fucking no! Every time I look at you I’m reminded of the fact that we’re no longer together because of what you did! because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants! I loved you! I gave you everything and you fucking destroyed it! You ruined everything! I thought I was going to marry you! You fucking destroyed everything! I hate that I still love you, I hate that you fucked up so fucking bad, I hate that you have the fucking gall to come here and destroy me all over again you need to leave! And don’t try to contact me again!” You exclaim as you unlock your door and slam it harshly behind you. You press your back against the door and slowly let the sobs consume you.

Felix:

You sat on your couch staring at the dark tv screen across from you as Felix’s leg shook rapidly in the arm chair. You weren’t sure if it was his close proximity or you being once again confronted with the fact that this was all a bet to Felix but you were feeling exceptionally nauseous. You feel his warm hand grasp your own. You pull your hand away as if his touch had burned you “Don’t touch me!” You snap. You hated your neighbor for being home and begging you to just let Felix in so he’d just shut up. Your eyes never once leaving from the screen infront of you. You don’t see the pain flashing across his features at your reluctance to allow his touch. “I-I’m sorry….” He begins as tears well in his eyes “I-I know I’m an asshole b-but please baby can you please look at me at least?” His voice quakes as his hands once again hold yours as he places himself next to you. You bite the inside of your cheek and turn your head away from him. “Fuck! Please! Don’t do this to me! I’m sorry okay?! I’m so sorry please don’t break up with me! You mean everything to me a-and…” your head whips toward him at the sound of his voice cracking “it was a stupid idiotic bet that I called off I swear! Please stay with me, you’re so amazing and I don’t want to let this go” he confesses.

You stare at the man you’ve come to know, you notice the tears streaming down his angelic freckled face. His heart shaped pout quivering, his grasp on you tightening as you begin to gently pull your hands away. “Felix…please just go” your voice practically inaudible “you can stop pretending..” you state sadly, as your eyes connect with his. His head shakes rapidly “N-no! This is real for me, baby please believe me I love you okay? I love you! I don’t want to break up! I want to be with you please listen okay? Please believe me, you know me!” He cries, “do I though?” You questioned in disbelief. “Yes! You know me you know who I am as a person you know this stupid bet isn’t like me come on please believe I called it off!” He pleaded. Though you could see the sincerity in his eyes you still wondered “When?” You notice the confusion etched on his features “right after our first date! I-I can show you!” He states in a panic as he pulls his phone out quickly typing the pin in and clicking on a chat before scrolling for what seemed like hours. “You don’t need to..” you try to stop him “yes I do! I need you to see please j-just let me find it” he begs as tears build in his eyes once more, his fingers scroll in a panic. You could tell how desperate he was for you to believe him, to know what he felt. Yet, you still couldn’t understand “why’d you even make such a disgusting bet in the first place?” You couldn’t contain the venom in your tone. “Because I’m fucking stupid I don’t know okay but when I realized how fucked up it was I called it off! I wanted to go out with you I didn’t have the balls any other way honestly! I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry—HERE!!” He stated as he shoved his phone in your hands your eyes drift over the screen. You can see the multiple messages that were sent on the course of your first date, gross encouragements and denials of his ability to complete his part of the deal by his friends. You felt like throwing up until you saw the only response from him

Felix: I can’t do it i really fucking like her and I can’t do that to her I’ll pay you guys what I owe but I’m done with this. I feel fucking gross, I kissed her fuck I finally kissed her and I feel gross because of this I can’t do it she’s fucking amazing guys this is so wrong I can’t breathe I want to be with her like really be with her please don’t mention this please I can’t ruin things already please it’s done im done with it don’t talk about it okay?

You feel tears streaming down your face as you stare at him. You notice the longing and pain in his orbs, your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but please know that this is real for me that you truly do mean fucking everything to me” he states softly as his thumb brushes your tears away. His hand caresses your cheek as he slowly leans forward his lips brushing against your own before he hesitantly presses them against yours. The kiss is slow and unwavering as you press yourself against him. Your fingers finding their way into his hair, you can feel his hands on your waist as he gently shoved your back against the couch cushion. Your lips move in sync as he places himself between your legs. You feel your heart fluttering and pounding against your chest. A small whimper is released from your throat as Felix pulls his lips away from yours and begins trailing a line of kisses to your throat. “Tell me you’re mine baby” his voice is husky and full of lust. You press your lips against his once more “all yours”

Seungmin:

You sat on your couch scrolling on your phone as you ignored the movie you had put on previously. A small chuckle is released from your lips as you scroll through TikTok. A message popping up in your notifications, your heart quivers as you read Seungmins name. ‘Can we talk?’ A scoff is released from your chest. What was there to talk about? He didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t need him to explain anything you understood where he stood and you accepted it. But, that did not mean you were ready to be friends or accept that your relationship had failed before it had gotten a chance to truly blossom. You didn’t know what to do, it had been over three months since you had ended whatever you had with him and yet you still got messages and calls daily almost 3x as much as you did when you were ‘together’. Whilst you still never read let alone responded to these messages you still found yourself stagnant in the moving on process. You missed his presence, you weren’t sure what you should do; as much as you wanted to be with him. You did not like the nature of your relationship and the fact that he obviously wasn’t attracted to you in anyway. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a series of rapid knocks, your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you make your way to the door pulling it open forcefully. Your eyes growing wide as you see a pacing Seungmin on your porch.

“Seung—wait before you say anything!” He interjects as he shoves his way into your small dorm.“I know I ruined things between us, a-and I-I…i really like you and I know what you believe but you have to know that. I’m so mad at you, how could you?! How could you break my heart like that!?” His voice is unsure, you noticed his disheveled appearance, you watch as he continues his pacing “I know I’m an idiot b-but I told you everyday that I liked you that I saw us hanging out as dates a-and you just break up with me out of nowhere?! I want you I want to be with you and you’ve ignored me for the past three months. Fuck Y/N how could you not respond to me? Did you move on that quickly? You couldn’t have right?”you notice the tears welling up in his eyes as his pacing stopped, his hands wrapping themselves around your arms as he stared into your eyes “I-I thought you loved me too I-I thought we had something and you just break up with me?! Was there someone else? Was I not enough? You said you didn’t think I was attracted to you a-and I am!” You stood frozen in place as his rant continued, not knowing what to say at his sudden appearance and confession. “I’m so attracted to you and I need you to believe that I want to be with you! You asked me what we did that was couple stuff and you know what you were right! I didn’t treat you like my girlfriend and for that I’m sorry but this time I’m not going to make the same mistakes. You’re mine! I’m making it very clear right now! You’re my girlfriend! We’re not breaking up! And you’re a terrible girlfriend for not answering me for months! I’m not letting you go before I get to fully have you! And I know you’re not property but your heart belongs to me and it’s staying with me…” he trails as he desperately pressed your lips together, your eyes widen as you stand frozen in shock. You feel yourself relax as you return the kiss, his tongue brushes against your bottom lip begging for entrance as his arms wrap firmly around your waist. Your arms finding themselves wrapped around his neck. You whine as he pulls away, your lips chasing his as he chuckles “be mine again baby?” A blush creeps upon your cheeks at the use of the pet name as you nod hiding your face in his neck.

Jeongin:

*ping*

*ping*

*ping*

Your phone continuously called. You sat on your bed staring at the object for what felt like eternity. The large red X and do not answer confirm your suspicions. You couldn’t understand why he decided to contact you this morning. He didn’t bother last night when you had broken up with him, he didn’t come looking for you nor did he attempt to call you or text in anyway last night. Letting your curiosity get to you, you grab your phone and quickly open his messages.

From: ❌do not answer ❌

Tell me this is a joke

Tell me we didn’t break up

Fuck tell me your still mine and you love me tell me I didn’t lose you last night and that nayeon is lying.

You sit in shock at his messages you notice the three dots appearing on your screen.

From: ❌do not answer❌

Please??

Please answer I’m sorry whatever I did I’m sorry I love you

I love you

I don’t want to break up I don’t want to be without you I’m stupid I’m so fucking stupid but I need to be with you I need to fix things please respond, please?

I don’t know what to do I know you’re reading this please tell me what I did, please I need to know how badly I fucked this up I don’t want to fuck this up I want to be with you please tell me how I can fix it I hated waking up without your messages. I hated that I had no missed calls from you. I love you so fucking much I can’t do this.

A call comes through from him, you weren’t sure what to do. He was such an asshole last night and for so long before that, this came out of nowhere. You watch as the call goes unanswered.

From: ❌do not answer❌

Please please please

I’m sorry

Im sorry

I don’t know what else to say I’m so fucking sorry

I’ll treat you better, I can be better for you I’m sorry please don’t leave me

Please? The last thing I wanted yesterday was to break up, it was our anniversary and I’m so fucking sorry I forgot. I’m so sorry I was an ass I’m so fucking sorry that you felt like this is what you needed to do but it’s not. It’s really not. I understand now I do I get it I don’t want to have to deal with this pain that I caused to both of us I want to fix it I want to fix things and be with you be better to you I’ll do anything

Another call comes through your phone, you bite your bottom lip to hold yourself off from answering

From: ❌do not answer❌

Answer my calls I’m sorry

Please I just need to hear your voice, I can’t calm down I’m literally fucking crying right now I can’t breath without you

I was so fucking drunk I’m sorry baby please I don’t want to be broken up I don’t want to be away from you I love you

I love you please remember that

You leave his messages on read as you silently cry to yourself. You couldn’t understand why was he acting like it came out of nowhere? He hadn’t been the nicest boyfriend for a long time and now he’s acting like he does truly want to be with you. How could he love you when he was so cruel? You didn’t want to break up either but you couldn’t be with someone that could treat you like that and talk to you like you were beneath them. As much as it hurt, you click on his contact scroll to the bottom and block his number.

COME MY WAY

Han x reader

Friends should help each other out, it's simply normal. So it shouldn't be wrong to practice having sex with them, right?

Contains: Inexperienced Jisung (like, really bitchless too), fingering, protected sex, a little bit of nipple play.

Word count: 1.9k.

You've been friends with Jisung for years. You met in elementary school, but it was only in high school that you started hanging out and seeing each other often.

You two had a very cute dynamic. You'd always help each other out, give each other advice, share each other's insecurities. You were basically his guardian angel and you were his.

So of course, you proposed to help him out when he told you he didn't know how to give a girl an orgasm. Of course you'd do it, because you wanted to teach him for his future girlfriends,

"Right here," you redirected his fingers to your clit, because he was basically just rubbing skin.

You had been at it for half an hour now and he just couldn't trust himself. You kept telling him he was doing good, but then he'd get insecure and ruin the build up for your orgasm.

"Try some dirty talking," you said, rolling your hips a little against his fingers.

"Uh... What should I say?

- Whatever feels right.

- I don't know, Y/n, I just can't do it. It's not natural enough!" He pulled away and you sat up in front of him, putting your panties back to its place.

"Maybe if you just let go of your thoughts and actually enjoyed this, then you'd be great. That's your problem, you're overthinking.

- But how am I supposed to let go of my thoughts? I can't do it just like that," he snapped his fingers.

“Okay, let's restart and this time don't doubt anything I say or do. Enjoy the moment.

- I'll try.

- Can we kiss? It's really a mood setter. You've made out before, right?

- Of course I have!

- Good," you came closer to his face and slowly but surely closed the distance between the both of you.

For some reason, he was shy about it. His kisses were brief and if he kept it up, then you'd never be in the mood. So, you grabbed the back of his neck - which made him gasp - and you gave him a long, proper kiss. He finally got the hint and put his hands on your waist to bring you closer, kissing you back properly too. It wasn't long until you felt his tongue on your lip, asking for entrance and you let him brush his tongue against yours, making the kiss sloppier and noisier than before. Now that he was finally doing good, you let go of his neck and felt his chest through his shirt.

"Fuck," he whispered against your lips when you slightly pinched his nipples and you pulled away so he could take his shirt off. He expected you to come back to his lips, but instead you started kissing his jaw, then sucking on his collarbones. Then you went further down to lick and suck on both of his nipples, never leaving one alone as you occupied it with your hand. The noises he made were constant but not loud enough, so you decided to bite a little.

“Y/n!" His back arched a little and you chuckled at his reaction.

"I knew you were sensitive there, after all.

- I'm not sensitive- ah- you fucking bit me!

- Did you like it?" You gave little licks at the area you just bit before kissing it, looking up at him.

"Do it again."

You went to his other nipple and bit a little harder than last time. He moaned again and you gave him the same treatment: licking, then kissing the nipple.

Once you decided you were done, you sat back up and took your shirt off. Jisung looked down at your boobs (which were held by your bra) and back up at your eyes. You nodded at him reassuringly and he inched a little closer feeling your waist, your hips and then cupping your breasts.

"Take it off," you told him, leading his hands to the back of your bra and after a little struggling and the both of you laughing about it, he got it off of you and you were exposed to him.

"Shit, they're so round," he massaged them a little and you hummed.

"First time seeing tits?

- Yeah," he chuckled a little and you let him fumble with your boobs. He did the same that you did with him, so he licked, sucked, bit and kissed your nipples and then you found something out. His tongue is really fast, that would be useful.

“Jisung.

- Hm?

I need you," you said experimentally, bucking your hips up to meet his thigh.

“Yeah? How do you need me, exactly?" He whispered to your ear, playing with the hem of your panties. Oh, you liked where this was going.

"Use your tongue," you guided his hand to help you take your underwear off and after that, he lay you down on his bed. He placed himself between your legs and he softly kissed your inner thighs.

"Should I concentrate there?" He rubbed your clit a little, making you nod and sigh in relief; maybe he knew what to do a little.

"You're getting better at this," you joked.

"I've watched porn before, I'm not that clueless.

- But you didn't know where my clit was," you reminded him and he grunted before burying his face in your pussy. It took you aback and you moaned in bliss when you felt his tongue on you, it was fast and just like you expected it to be.

"Yeah, just like that," you tugged a little at his hair and he hummed. He started sucking on your clit harshly and it made you even louder, your hips started rolling against his face and he pushed your legs further apart. You never should've second guessed his skills, even if he was inexperienced. Because, that was the best head you'd ever had, no doubts about it.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked with a teasing smile, continuing to run his tongue over your sensitive spot.

"Add your fingers. Don't stop," you panted.

He nodded and let go of your clit to see what he was doing. He ran a finger across your slit to gather some wetness on it before teasing your hole a little. You whined and pushed yourself a little on him and he smirked at you

“Don't move, let me take care of this for you,” with his free hand, he pushed your hips down and he finally entered his finger in you.

Once he started pumping in and out of you, his mouth went back down to your clit and he went back to licking and sucking hard. You moaned loudly, praising him for the good work he did and you asked for a second finger. He gave it to you quick and as he curled them inside you, he pulled his mouth away from you and he stared hard into your eyes.

"Want a taste?" You nodded and he crashed his lips onto yours.

His fingers hit your g-spot relentlessly and it was hard for you to focus on the kiss, so it was really sloppy. He then buried his face into the crook of your neck and he continued fingering you until you felt you were close.

"Jisung, don't stop, fuck.

- And what if I do?" He slowed his pace down in a teasing way and you whined.

- Please, wanna cum.

- Wouldn't it be better on my cock? Wanna teach me how to fuck you right?"

You only moaned in response and he laughed. He pulled his fingers out from you and brought them to your lips for you to suck on. He watched you with parted lips as you swirled your tongue around his digits and you gave a kiss to their tips when you were done.

"You're so dirty, Y/n," he undid his pants and slid them off along with his boxers. His dick was hard and red, he must've been desperate for anything at this point.

His fingers parted your wet folds so he could see your hole better and he briefly fingered it before slapping your clit. Your back arched and you moaned something out - maybe a request, nobody knows - before looking at him with begging eyes. He chuckled and put a condom on before settling himself back in front of you.

"Let me show you what I can do, okay?" He lined himself up to your entrance and slowly entered you. Once his tip was in, he grabbed the back of your thighs for better positioning. He then slammed all the way into you, the sudden change in speed making the both of you gasp.

"Wait a little bit," you put a hand on his wrist and he nodded at you, not moving yet so you could get used to his length.

"Okay, go slow," you said after a little bit of panting and after the stretch didn't hurt as much. He nodded once again and kissed you.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay?" He said as he pressed his forehead against yours. You nodded at him and he thrusted out of you slowly and then all the way back in.

The way he was so caring and rough to you at the same time almost brought you over the edge already as he nibbled the skin of your neck. His thrusts were slow and deep, but as time passed they fastened.

He looked at your expressions carefully. He was amazed at how beautiful you looked, under him, moaning and squirming. He smiled, knowing he managed to make you feel that good.

"You're so good at this, Jisung... Don't stop," you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close to your body. His pelvis rubbing on your clit gave you extra stimulation and you felt your orgasm coming closer. He probably felt it, because he sped up and pushed deeper inside you than before.

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled his bedroom along with your heavy breathing and moans

"I'Il cum, oh my God," it was almost a whisper, you were panting so hard that it was difficult to use your voice.

"Cum for me. You did so well," he said, looking down at you with the softest eyes someone could have while having sex and in a way, it made things way hotter.

“Yes, just for you," you agreed and for some reason, hearing you say those words brought him to his own orgasm, finally hitting him once he felt you clench around him.

"Fuck, fuck," he moaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to calm down. Once he finally did, he slowly pulled out, making you wince in slight discomfort and he took the condom off, tying it before throwing it in the trash. He finally looked back at you and once you made eye contact, you both burst out laughing.

"That was, like, so good. I can't believe you had that in yourself!" You exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands as you laughed again. He lay down next to you, smiling widely and he sighed.

"Am I licensed now?

- More than licensed, you're a god at this," you assured him, closing your eyes. As you drifted off to sleep, Jisung went to the bathroom to wet a cloth and he cleaned you up.

mommy!hyunjin, i said what i said

(he can rail me)

-contains mature themes

"is mommy fucking you good?" hyunjin mumbled, groaning at how tight you were. you couldn't help it.

everything was so hot. he was so hot. his length pushing inside of you was even hotter.

you wanted him to stay there. to stay buried deep inside of you.

"fuck, s-stop clenching so much" he cursed out, gripping your thighs that had him plastered to you.

"m-mommy" you moaned out before he could press his lips against yours. his tongue swiping against your chapped bottom lip.

he was everywhere.

"mommy's here, baby" hyunjin reassured, thrusting into you at a pace that had you keening. you wanted to rile him up. make him see stars.

"what about y-your husband...?"

his eyes darkened, halting everything he was doing.

was it so wrong to bring up the messed up skz family skit into this?

hyunjin was still dressed up as jisung's beloved wife. a beautiful sight.

his white button up shirt falling off one of his shoulders, exposing his smooth skin. his pretty short pants discarded on the side somewhere.

his hair was tied back, a few extensions added to make his bun look fuller. two hooped gold earrings on his ears. he looked like a rich aunty.

a milf, to be exact. your milf.

.

it all started when the skz family skit has just got done. hardly an hour had passed. everyone seemed to fit their roles so well.

especially one person. hyunjin, that is.

his hair looked so pretty tied up, a few strands cradling his face. his face was so pretty but the way he sat gave it all away. his legs spread, arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back. watching them play with focused eyes. it suited him. the whole concept.

you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off.

what did it for you was the fact that he smiled so proudly when his "kids" called him mommy.

something you had always wished to call him.

when you looked at him. it was never daddy. he didn't give off those vibes.

it was always mommy.

mommy hyunjin fucking you into oblivion.

mommy hyunjin making you gag on his cock.

mommy hyunjin having his way with you.

.

.

"mommy-"

you unconciously said when they had finished shooting. the rest of them were in the other rooms. joking around and laughing. you could hear minho scold seungmin. perhaps he needed help with getting the hanbok off.

hyunjin and you were the only ones left in the room. so when u said that. you froze. your inner thoughts had managed to get out.

"yeah?" hyunjin replied, not even looking at you. he was busily poking and prodding at his hair in the mirror. his eyes met yours through the mirror.

what the actual fuck-

did he really respond to that so cooly. he turned around, a suggestive expression on his face.

shit...he looked so..wow.

and thats how you ended up in this situation.

.

.

you waited for him to respond. his dick throbbing inside of you. everything still.

"my husband? why would i ever need that man" he played along. if it anyone were to hear, they'd actually believe it. his acting skills were impeccable when not scripted.

he leaned forward, his hands gripping the side of the table he had made you sit on.

you trembled when his lips brushed past your ear.

"you fuck me so much better than that unloyal bastard"

he whispered breathily. you whimpered. his hand immediately coming up to cover your mouth. muffling any sounds you could make.

"plus you're perfect for me. and i love everything about you"

he bucked his hips, hitting a spot that had you drooling into his palm. his eyes locked onto yours.

"shhh do you want him to hear us?"

"i bet you do...want them all to hear how mommy's dick makes you a dumb cockslut"

"m' not a slut"

you mumbled, or atleast tried to against his hand. he pulled out completely, his tip barely pressing against your folds.

"yeah you are. only for me though, right?"

there was a comforting tone in his voice. hyunjin knew how sometimes degrading names could trigger you. it was only until you confirmed that he continued.

"only i get the privilege to see you falling apart"

you nodded, a low moan leaving his lips, as he took his hand off your mouth. you knew you were a mess. even more so then before.

"hyunj-"

you gasped as his hand made contact with your cheek. you could feel yourself get wetter as the pain set in. he had slapped you. he clicked his tongue.

waiting.

"mommy..s-sorry aah-" you bit down on your lip as he pushed into you in one swift motion. never slowing down.

"you're so m-much better than my husband"

"take me so well...hng-ghn so tight" he gasped as you unconciously clenched around him. pulling him in. making him lose his mind.

"shit so warm and wet'nside..all for me"

"look d-down"

you mumbled, holding his hand that was on your hip and placing it against your lower stomach, just below your navel. he looked down, focusing on the imprint of his length inside of you.

disappearing and reappearing as he pushed in and pulled out repeatedly.

"so deep inside of you..bet i could fuck my babies into you"

both of you moaning when he pressed against the bulge. you were so close.

"i can f-feel you all around me" hyunjin mumbled. your eyes rolled back. an intense feeling bubbling inside of you, waiting to be released.

"i'm cumming" you gasped out, grabbing onto his neck, pulling him closer.

"cum for me"

white filled your vision. a whole wave of pleasure washing all over you.

going limp, you whined at the overstimulation. hyunjin was still chasing his orgasm. grunts and little high pitched moans leaving his swollen lips.

"i-in my m-mouth" you muttered, trying to get him to pull out. his eyebrows furrowed. maybe he didn't hear you.

"h-huh?"

he pulled out slowly with uncertainty, stroking his dick. his orgasm seconds away. a little longer and he'd end up losing it.

you got off the table. practically falling onto the carpetted floor. kneeling down infront of him. you kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. just enough. centimeters away from his dick.

"warn a man, goddamnit"

he cursed out. you couldn't help but smile. a long drawn out cry escaping him as he came. streaks of white coating your tongue.

"ahh-hha" he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

perhaps the sight of you running your tongue from his base all the way up to his sensitive weeping tip was too much of a sight to handle.

.

.

"so you like calling me mommy?"

"HYUNJIN-"

stray kids jeongin - nsfw audio !!!

i link all of the original audio links here <3

jeongin with a bratty s/o?? like hes trying to be patient but youre making it so hard for him 🥹

NONNIEEE </3333

like.. he just wants to communicate and you’re not having it; once he’s fed up he’ll just listen to you whine and nag, all with a condescending smirk on his face, head slightly tilted to the side and everything. UGH. he will fuck your ass just because of that. (i love anal.)

haven’t written in a while, bare w me :(

“yeah? still wanna be a brat?” he taunted, a harsh tug at your scalp making you wince. your head is thrown back against his chest, iron grip still tangled between your hair.

his thrusts are relentless, your ass stretched around his girth — but oh, does it feel good. “i-i’m sorry ‘nnie! never g’na be a brat again!” you slur, an obvious lie clear to the both of you. your hips grind back onto his, needing him deeper; closer.

“fuck — so good. gonna cum in your ass, hm? wanna be my little cumdump?” he hisses, words jolting straight to your clit.

“yesyesyes!” you cry, clenching around his dick as you feel his warm release empty into your ass. fuck.

his hand lands a slap against your thigh, creating a shameless knot in your core. your body shakes at the stinging impact, your cunt dripping slick all over the place.

“you did so well for me, baby. how about your pretty pussy next?”

“st-stupid sl—ohh my god, fuck you.”

he’s honestly a sight to behold. glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, nearly sliding off with fogged lenses, his face flushed red and his bitten lips bruised a pretty pink color. his hair is mussed from the kiss he’d pried from your lips earlier, a mess of rough hands and barely bitten back groans.

and now you’re on your knees, drool slipping down your chin with six inches of him down your throat to the navel. you’d laugh at his easily disheveled state if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full.

your study sessions went a lot like this with him, most days. he’d taunt you for the required two hours of tutoring a professor ( you were positive was out to get you— ) had assigned, claiming you’d needed to get your grades up if you wanted to pass their class. and who better to teach you than honor roll student kim seungmin?

it’s kind of funny, now that you really think about it. you run your tongue along the underside of his cock just to watch him shiver visibly, suppressing another moan. it’s not that you didn’t know the material. you’d just resigned to skipping classes every so soften because you’d end up sleeping throughout the lecture anyway—you were very much capable of picking up the slack.

after meeting seungmin though, your interest had piqued.

pulling off of him entirely, a smirk graces your wet lips as you finally get your first poorly hidden sound of the might—a pretty gasp from the cold air hitting him. his cock twitches from the lack of heat enclosed around it, and his hips shift, half impatient, half nervous.

“why’d you stop—?” he grumbles, narrowed gaze filled with feigned discontent as you slowly rise up to tower over his slumped form. you can see his nerves fraying from the way his hands shake in the grip on his chair, and it almost makes you pity him. almost. “i didn’t say you could—”

“god, shut up.”

in one swift movement, you situate yourself in his lap, lifting your skirt up to slide down all the way, buried all the way to the hilt. seungmin chokes, a strangled noise escaping his throat as his glasses slide down his nose even further.

you hum in momentary bliss, shifting your hips around to the sound of his stuttered breaths. “can’t believe someone as smart as you can’t even see what’s happening. useless with the kind of cock you have… shame.”

you hide a smile when you fill him twitch inside you, a breath wheezing out of his chest when you squeeze.

“wha— wait, fuck me—”

“maybe, if you’re good.” you turn back to the table, picking your textbook up from where your left off. “we’ve still got an hour left, no?”

please, noona | c.sb

summary; your brother forbids you from talking to any of his friends when they come over. in his words, you'd seduce them and take away their 'innocence' as if you were a witch in hunt for dick every second of the day. he's especially strict about soobin, his similarly nerdy best friend that comes over every other day to play games.

which sucks because that meant you had to be stuck in your room very often...until beomgyu finally leaves to quickly buy some snacks.

warnings; perv!soobin, titty sucking, soobin's sorta a himbo, noona kink, big useless dick, dry humping (is it a hyewka fic without dry humping???) soobins obsessed with tits, creampie, mentions of a breeding kink, soobin cums a lot, use of pet names, and of course sub!soobin + brief appearance of ex!yeonjun

You never understood why you had to be the one locking yourself in a room as if you weren't the one paying rent, and out of the kindness of your heart, let your hobo brother freeload off you. He should've been the one staying in his room instead of hogging the living room with his loser friends, but alas, you took the the role of the older sister, and let the boy do his shenanigans (for as long as your patience can handle, which you now think won't be very long).

Today was one of those days where you got comfortable on your couch, every limb of your body relaxing, in your pajamas that consisted of a lousy tank top and shorts. You don’t get these days often, most of your time spent wearing ugly work pantsuits. But of course, the comfort doesn’t last long—all of a sudden, Beomgyu's yelling for you to go to your room because someone's coming over. Again.

You’re about to take your stance, because fuck that, but he pulls you up like the little bitch he is and pushes you into a room, shutting the door before you could say another word.

"Fuck you Beomgyu! I swear to fucking god I'll kick your ass to the curbs tomorrow!" you yell at the closed door.

"No you wouldn't!" he yells back, and you raise a trembling fist in the air as if he could see, gritting your teeth, but drop it when you realize the little damned troll was right. You wouldn't go through with your promise any time soon, let alone tomorrow— you coddled your little brother too much.

When you defeatedly turn around, you immediately notice he put you in the wrong room, which pisses you off more. His room. The place was gross, clothes you're sure haven't been washed in ages discarded all around the room. Mostly on the floor.

You tiptoe to the bed, trying to avoid as much of the dirty underwear and socks, hesitantly sitting on his bed as if it was infested with bugs. Which was likely.

What you usually spend your time doing at times like these is a mindless scroll through your social media, effectively ignoring the unread messages. But when you pat around for a feel of your phone, you find your pockets are empty. You throw your head back, groaning. You left it on the couch because of how haste Beomgyu was being.

Sometimes a nap would do when he took too long to call it a day with his friends. This time, you almost fall asleep staring at the poster on the ceiling, until you figure out the voices that transcended through your walls. It was only Beomgyu and Soobin today, which meant that this might take the entire day.

Fucking great.

"It's down the street, I think." you open a shut eye, eavesdropping in what your brother was saying. Were they finally leaving? "Wait, hold on, I'll come back."

It's silent until suddenly, the door's pushed open, Beomgyu poking his head in. His brows are furrowed, one of confusion, "Why're you in my room?" You want to yell he pushed you into his shit bedroom but he shakes his head quickly, cutting off your incoming scolding,  like he was in a hurry. "Ya noona, that local convenience store's still open right?"

You roll your eyes. "Lotte mart? That's not local."

He deadpans. One thing about younger siblings was that they are impatient little shits. "Yeah, it's still open." you reply.

Not even a thanks, and he's gone. Which you expected— the exact reason you lied. They closed the location a few weeks back. He'd have to walk to the other closest convenience store, which was at least an hour away.

Serves him right.

The moment you hear the door closing shut, you get up from the bed, immediately heading out of the suffocating bedroom, and head to the living room to retrieve your phone. You don’t expect to see Soobin still there, focused on his phone—assuming he was going to head out with Beomgyu.

He senses someone’s here, so curiously he looks up and meets your eyes, then his widen like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“H-hi noona.” he quips.

You wave, giving him a quick smile– you definitely found him adorable …but you weren’t in the mood to get scolded by Beomgyu for talking to the boy. So you keep it short, walking to get your phone which rested on the arm rest to the right of Soobin.

“Hey Soobin. Just here to get my phone.”

He tucks his chin in at the proximity when you reach over him to grab your phone—you can even hear him gulp. Probably because your tits were hanging right in front of him. You give him a quick glance, tilting your head after you successfully retrieve your phone in hand.

Unfortunately, he was adamant on keeping his eyes on the TV screen, which had a game paused, so he practically stared into nothingness. You wish you had guys as cute as Soobin when you were attending college. Instead you were stuck with cocky frat boys who expected a fuck after getting you a shitty drink.

“You’re leaving?”

You halt before looking over your shoulder, “Yeah, taking a nap.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah…um, goodnight—I mean, have a good sleep, or sorry, have a good nap.”

You break into a grin, nodding at the boy. What a loss that he just had to be friends with Beomgyu.

Your legs still midway into the narrow hallway.

You don't have to lock yourself in your room. Beomgyu was gone. In fact, he'll be gone for the next three hours and that wasn’t in account of his turtle-like pace, if your estimation was correct.

You’re a data analyst for a living, of course your estimation’s correct.

So, you go back, trace your steps, and make yourself comfortable. On your own couch, in your own apartment. It’s ridiculous how rare you got the chance to do just that.

Soobin doesn’t ask questions, but he does end up straightening his posture the moment you plop down next to him. “Can you pass me the remote?” You gesture towards it with your chin.

He nods, quickly getting it for you. You hesitantly take it from him, feeling bad. Poor boy, it’s like you were making him uncomfortable with your presence. So you give him a break, scooting away, making the gap between you both awkwardly big.

“You don’t mind me watching, right?” you look at his face for a response. You could totally drop your show if he didn’t want to sit through it– you wanted to give him the option. Though to be fair, knowing Soobin as much as you did (which was admittedly limited, but he was easy to read), you’re sure he’d let you watch even if he did mind.

Which is exactly what happens as he shakes his head, “No, no, it’s okay.” You peer at him before shrugging and opening Netflix.

Unfortunately, as much as you try your best to focus on the drama, Soobin’s polite posture and silence bothers you. Usually, whenever the rare occasion of bumping into Beomgyu’s friends in the hallway happens, they try to strike up a conversation. But Soobin was rather…modest. Too modest.

You pause the show.

“Soobin.” With his name called, he immediately looks over at you. “You know you can talk to me right? I'm not the evil witch my brother paints me as, I promise.”

His eyes are wide, waving his hand in denial, still as formal as ever. “No, it’s—it’s not like that Noona! I know. I know I can talk to you, I mean. Beomgyu tells me you’re nice.” You tilt your head– you doubt that was true.

But you don’t bother. “Oh. Okay, great!” you pull up your legs on the couch, turning your full body to face him. “So, tell me Soobin, are you an introvert?”

He seems startled, like he didn’t expect you to actually start a conversation but it doesn’t last long as he nods meekly. “Y-yeah, sort of.”

“Mm, makes sense. You don’t really make eye contact when talking.” The moment the realization hits Soobin, you huff out a laugh at how fast he turns his head to look at you, his ears noticeably red.

“S-sorry Noona.”

You click your tongue, a little disappointed at how he was still so formal with you. “You don’t have to be so formal, you know? I’m only like, three years older than you.” It takes him a few seconds before he nods, though you could tell by the appearance of a dimple, that he wasn’t going to let the formal language go.

Oh well. You’ll work with it. “So, Soobin. Question. How come you’re a completely different person when playing games? You’re loud, but when in a conversation, your voice is as soft as it can be humanely hearable.”

He’s noticeably embarrassed as his face flushes. “You–you heard me?”

You chuckle, “It’s a little hard not to.”

Soobin isn’t louder than Beomgyu, but was very darn close. Which is a feat considering someone two floors above you came over to complain about Beomgyu once.

“I’m sorry, I–I don’t mean to. I’ll be careful next time.”

You furrow your brows, before lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hey, stop apologizing. I’m just joking around, I really don’t mind. Sort of already used to it.”

“Still—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “Let’s talk about something else. Um…oh! Do you have a girlfriend?” you teasingly drawl the girlfriend bit like a middle school boy, in attempt of making him a tinge more comfortable.

He’s meek again, biting the inside of his cheeks before he lets out a quiet no.

You gasp at the revelation, a hand shooting up over your mouth. “But you’re so handsome! How come?”

You definitely played it up a bit— you weren’t that shocked that he wasn’t dating considering how often he came over and how long he stayed.

He gets flustered once more, and finally, a small smile appears. “I don’t know. Probably because I’m horrible at flirting. And probably not that handsome.”

You pout, “Not that handsome? ’M being completely honest, I think you’re the cutest guy I’ve seen in a while.”

He flushes, playing with his hands. “Yeah... cute not handsome”

You got closer to him somehow so you’re able to give him a light nudge. “Handsome too idiot.”

He smiles, looking at you with so much adoration you could just pinch his cute cheeks.

The entire time you spend talking to him felt a little more chill, his posture relaxing along with the flow of conversation being a little more natural— though you still carried it most of the time.

You found out he liked a number of things. Anime, manga, collecting figures, obviously gaming. All things you usually assumed to be a little nerdy, but it was cute how he lit up talking about his favorites regardless. You find out he’s majoring in chem too, which you would have never guessed.

You also find out Soobin might just be the most obvious peeker; truly terrible at being discreet.

You really had a hard time not laughing every time you caught his eyes so obviously looking down at your cleavage, which you forgot was so revealing through the tank top you wore. More than once does he subconsciously wet his lips before he tries to pretend like he was listening to you talk.

You understand why Soobin was friends with Beomgyu rather quickly. Most of Beomgyu’s friends were greasy pervert losers. Soobin not any different, you figured. Except it was cute on him.

"Beomgyu said you had a boyfriend.” he mumbles, the longest eye contact he’s held with you the entire time you’ve been talking to him.

You tilt your head. "…I don't? I haven't dated anyone since Yeonjun." at his silence, you figure he's not one of your girlfriends who knew the ins and outs of your dating history, "Which was four months ago."

His lips form an O shape, nodding slowly.

"Did you ask him? Why? Were you curious?" you tease, and enjoy the way Soobin stumbles on his words, cheeks quickly running hot. "N-no, he just told me."

You hum knowingly. Before you know it, you ramble about another topic but like the shameless boy he is, you catch how his eyes trail down again. This time, you decide to end it, it’s clear he wanted something so you clear your throat. The conversation was slowly dying anyway.

His eyes snap back up almost immediately, cheeks still a bright shade of pink. “Um s-so…”

“I was talking about my favorite boba place just now.” His iris panics before he chuckles nervously, “Y-yeah. That.”

You smile looking down at his hands and take a notice of how big they are. Your finger trails to one, fingertip running circles on his palm.

He’s startled by the sudden contact, but doesn't pull away immediately. “Girls at school would probably ruin that pretty face of yours if they caught you staring at their tits so openly.”

His eyes shoot wide open, pulling his hands from you like you just poured boiling water on it. “I wasn't–”

You cut him off. “I should've counted but it was probably a hundred times I've seen you look, pervert.”

His face is so red, he truly looked like a tomato. You also catch the glistening of his waterline, his lower lip quivering. “I'm sorry Noona please don't be mad I—“

“Good thing I'm not a girl from school, huh?" You're quick to stop his rambling, not in the mood to be the cause of someone's tears. "Do you want to see them?”

His brows perk up almost immediately, the crease of his forehead apparent, doe eyes looking at you so intently.

“My tits. Wanna see them?”

He nods profusely before he shoots up a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, was that a trick question? I’m sorry—”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Adorable.” you coo, booping his nose. He frowns at that.

"I'm not a kid noona, you always—" he cuts himself off when you grip the hem of your tank top, pulling them over your bare breasts swiftly, showing them to the younger boy. You relish in his reaction, ends of your lips twitching up at the way his mouth falls open, licking them as he openly stares.

God, he was such a pervert.

“Can I...can i—" his words fall dry.

“You wanna touch?”

“Please noona.”

You shrug. He scoots closer, cold hand hesitant on your breasts, sending goosebumps on your skin with the touch. “Soobin, its okay, you can touch them”

He prepares both hands above your breasts before finally holding them. He feels by a few squeezes and then he starts playing, fondling like he's never seen a pair before.

His breathing gets heavier the rougher he squeezes, and especially when his thumb glazes over your nipple, which is the confirmation you got.

He was a total loser.

You hold his wrist, getting Soobin to stop, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he slowly pulls away, wiping the slight drool on the corner of his lips. “Was I too rough—?”

"A little, but I don't mind." You get on him, straddling his lap. Soobins big eyes look up at you, gulping at the possibility that you'll let him do what he thinks you'll let him do.

You feel the bulge between your legs and laugh. "You got hard from touching me? Big baby."

He frowns, "I'm not a baby."

"Oh really?" You grab the back of his head, and shove his face between your chest. Sure enough, Soobin's mouth already latches onto one of your nipples, starting to suck. "See? You're such a filthy pervert, already sucking the moment I give you the chance."

He's stupid enough to muffle out a thank you as if letting him suck was like handing him water at deserted desert. Your shirt is over his head as his face was buried in between your chest, spit already all over it— he was incredibly messy. A bead of sweat breaks out, running down his forehead.

You're startled when he goes over to your left breast, not letting it go without attention. His tongue flicks your nipple then he starts sucking harshly making you hiss. “Hey—hey! Soobin, not too rough.”

He doesn't respond nor does he relent, very obviously busy with sucking on your nipple, his other hand having free reign on your chest. You take a hold of his hair and pull him off you, his face coming into full view, lips glistening with spit. He was a mess. "Soobin, be gentle. I'm serious."

He nods and you sigh, his head once again eagerly going under your shirt. His hips start bucking into you, trying to get off, and you're sure your chest is entirely covered with hickeys-- your nipples hard and sore from all his sucking. “Wanna be inside noona, wanna be inside you." he manages to moan, voice muffled against your chest.

You close your eyes shut when you feel his bulge pressed against your clothed slit, moving just slightly to get yourself off a little too. “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” You feel the earnest nod of his head and it makes you pout fondly. You decide to throw him a bone, you were pretty hot and bothered anyway.

"Okay baby, I'll let you."

You've never had a man be so eager to fuck you, or for better words, be fucked by you. But that could be explained by your dating history being mostly if not all, tatted macho men who liked being nonchalant. Maybe you should fuck losers more often.

By losers, you mean cute ones like Soobin.

His dick looked intimidating when you ordered for him to take it out- the swollen tip, concerningly red, precum already leaking down the veins of his fat dick and... shit that length might break you.

He's visibly embarrassed. “Um, if its too much then you don't have to—“

You position yourself on top of him again, giving him a reassuring smile. "I can take it.”

His eyes are glistening, the living room already dark due to the lack of the previous sunlight-- it was already noon. You figure you like it when guys look up at you like you had the entire world lying on your hand- your brother's best friend's working like an awakening in weird ways.

You finally sink down on him, letting out a sigh the more his length disappears into your cunt, stretching you out all the more, already hitting places you weren't sure would hit.

His pliant head falls back on the couch when he feels the warmth of your pussy- his jaw slacked, drool trickling down his chin as he lets out a strained moan. "Noona, noona I—"

The flaring of his nose is the last hint before you feel his hot semen spurt out inside you, and just when you think it's over, you feel a little more shooting up. You stare at the boy quizzically- you hadn't even moved yet and he already came.

Soobin raises his head, lower lip quivering, so obviously embarrassed by his premature orgasm. "I-i'm sorry noona, I didn't mean to- oh my god, what's gonna happen now? I can't take care of a baby I'm still in c-"

"Woah woah, Soobin, calm your ass, I'm on the pill."

He looks at you silent with a few confused blinks, before letting out an exhale of relief. You're still practically sitting on his dick, but you still find it in you to tease him after his panic ensues, "What? Were you gonna abandon me after impregnating me? Didn't think you'd be the type Soobin. Maybe even good boys can be such bitches."

The panic returns into his eyes as he shakes his head adamantly denying your attack of his character, "No! Noona, I wouldn't do that, I swear! I-i-"

"You what?" you cut him off harshly on purpose, slowly raising yourself to finally ride his twitching cock.

He immediately senses the movement, your attempt of being slow and careful failing. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you hiss disapprovingly. "Answer your noona Soobin, what would you do if you got me pregnant?"

"W-would take care of you." He whines when you fall back on his dick, a staggering breath out his mouth. You're not sure if he could even last a mere five minutes of you riding him.

"Yeah? Open your eyes for me baby."

He does as you say, though his lids are heavy over his eyes. His gaze once again finds your chest lewdly staring at the slight bounce, and before you know it, his hands are kneading your breasts again. "I would pamper you up noona, take you to all the five star restaurants." he breathes out.

You snort at his foolish promises, "With what money idiot? If anything, I'd be the one pampering you up, you're still a college student with student debt. You'd have to start working a lot more if you'd want to pamper me."

His eyes roll back when you speed up your pace on his dick for a brief second, "F-fuck, Noona--"

You feel his cock twitching inside you, and once again, strips of his cum rush into you. You wondered how much before you milked him dry? Because the boy was still as eager as ever, head going forward in attempt to latch his mouth on your nipple again, hips bucking up against your already steady pace. "I'd work ten shifts to provide for you and- mmf-- and our baby noona." he cutely muffles against your nipple.

You laugh—he was as naive as ever, but you appreciated the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Your finger twirls a strand of his black hair, the innocent act in direct opposition of the filthy sound of skin on skin, combined with Soobin's fresh load making it a lot more squelching, that bounced of the walls.

"Soobin, g-good boy, suck my tits like a good boy." Your breathing gets heavier, the way he fills you up is turning out to be a lot more addicting than you thought it'd be. You assumed pain, which yeah, it still was a little painful, but you got used to it very quickly able to start feeling the pleasure overwhelm your senses.

Soobin pulls away from your chest with a pop, slowly raising his head over your shirt to look at you. "Noona?" he calls out with half lidded eyes.

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have a boyfriend right?"

You're caught off guard with the question. Obviously if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be riding his fucking dick.

He catches your miffed look and is quick to defend himself despite your pussy clenching around him, "I-it's just-hah! Fuck- noona, it's just someone was blowing up your phone earlier- and I didn't mean to peek but- cumming, I'm cumming noona!" he cries out, successfully letting out his words before he actually orgasms.

You had picked up your pace with every word he spoke, attempting to not ruin your own high, and sure enough, you reach it, cumming in unision with Soobin's, your head exhaustedly falling onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Under you, Soobin's body was shaking, still feeling spurts of his cum. "The contact name was Yeonjun."

Your daze snaps, head shooting up at the mention of your ex. "What?"

"He kept on calling so I thought that might've been your boyfriend...but then you told me he was your ex." he replies, voice hoarse you think as a result of his rather loud whines earlier.

"I wasn't lying Soobin, he really is my ex."

"I-i wasn't accusing you of lying it's just...I don't know, I thought that maybe..."

Your subconscious drowns out Soobin's rambling, still confused that Yeonjun was ringing you up in the first place. What for? Did he leave something that he forgot to take four months ago?

That wasn't likely. You remember the day he came over to take his things very vividly. With how urgently he looked, you figured Yeonjun was serious about his belongings.

So, what was it?

With Yeonjun, it was on and off. In a way that surely couldn't be healthy for either party involved. Which is the exact reason you mutually decided to break it off a few months ago, cutting off all contact. You even blocked his socials. Each one. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, facebook.

Except for the most important, most relevant way of contact- his phone number, of course. And look how that decision bit you in the ass. You're totally overthinking why Yeonjun decided to call you, and you will when you go to sleep later today, and then the day after and-

You're not falling down that rabbit hole again.

You start moving your hips again pushing through the uncomfortable feeling. Soobin was less resilient, a disapproving whine coming from the back of his throat when you grind in his lap, his dick still deep inside you rubbing between your walls. "Noona--" he shrieks, when you start bouncing again, this time a lot harshly as you bit down on your lip.

"No more, can't- nng-" you shut up his blabbles by stuffing your breast in his mouth again. Of course it did the job.

"Filthy boy, you'd probably enjoy sucking my tits when I'm lactating."

His teary eyes look up at you, needy and twinkling under the dim light that was the living room. He wasn't denying it. Instead, he swirls his tongue around your bud, clearly getting off the thought.

"Fuck, you really are filthy." you breath out. Speeding up your pace, Soobin's unable to stay latched onto your nipple, jaw-slacked, his brows pointing upwards, unable to urge you to stop. Instead, he helps you out by bucking his hips forward, slamming his dick inside you.

A knock on the door gets you to halt your movement. Soobin still moving erratically under you. But then you slap him gently, trying to get his attention. “I think i heard—“

The knock of the door cuts you off. Facing Soobin with a wide eyed look before you jolt off him, hurriedly looking for your underwear and shorts. You lost track of time, clearly! If Beomgyu finds out you fucked his best friend, you'd be done for. He'd hate you for life. Never talk to you again.

“Soobin hurry the fuck up and go answer!” You shout in a hushed voice, frantically pulling up your shorts.

He nods, the panic contagious as he stumbles around pulling up his pants. You take a second to look over him and you curse under your breath. His cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips glistening with spit, hair strands poking out all over- fuck, he looked bad.

You attempt to pat his hair down, at least to make it a little neater, but a third knock and you're sprinting towards a room, hiding behind your shut door.

You press your ears against your door, hoping to pick up how the conversation was going. A few beats of silence, and you finally hear the unlocking of the door after a few struggling attempts from Soobin.

“Who are you?" you furrow your brows- that wasn't your brother. "Oh wait, are you one of Beomgyu’s friends?”

It was Yeonjun.

At the realization, you crack your door open, trying to peek down the hallway. You didn't have a good view but you figured it'd do.

“Yeah? Who are you?” you hear Soobin ask, his breathing sounding like he just ran a marathon. You squeeze your eyes shut- could he at least try to mask what just happened? Be a little less obvious?

“Tell Y/N for me I came over. Say it was Yeonjun.” You catch the way Yeonjun's eyes visibly look up and down the younger boys state, wondering if he caught on. “Her boyfriend. Tell her her boyfriend came over.”

Soobin bites the insides of his cheeks in attempt to not bark back at the lie, opting to just nod. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Yeonjun nods, flashing him a smile before patting his shoulder. “You look rough buddy, take care.”

Sure enough, Beomgyu shows up right then and you out of instinct close your door shut when you recognize his mop hair. Though it seemed no matter what, you couldn't escape his annoyingly blaring voice. "Oh? Yeonjun? Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while."

Yeonjun greets him like they've been close since forever... which is total bogus, they barely talked. Yeonjun finally excuses himself because he was 'just leaving'. Leaving Soobin and Beomgyu alone.

You once again try to pry in their conversation, praying Soobin could play off the way he looked and you could finally head to the comfort of your bed.

"Sorry I took long, my bitch sister lied to me. Deadass had to walk five hours to get these- You good Soobin? You look sick."

You briefly smirk sinisterly at the fact that you got Beomgyu's ass, but then the cold sweat breaks out again because the stupid fuck noticed! And now, you're impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, awaiting Soobin's response.

"Yeah dude, sorry, um, I-I have to go use the bathroom."

Internally you slap your palm on your forehead- to hell with being convincing. Consequences of choosing Soobin out of all of Beomgyu's friends to fuck you guess.

a/n; feedback (or a reblog) is always appreciated on my end lol need me someone to talk about soobin and his breeding kink because it's definitely there. oh and how hes the biggest boob guy..i dont make the rules!!!

Mommy? ❣️

Sub!Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, mommy kink, handjob, pet names, Subby Felix

Synopsis: you discover your boyfriend has a mommy kink. You aren’t sure about it at first but you love how flustered he gets when you play into it…

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You came home with some groceries. Felix hasn’t answered your texts in the past few minutes which was a little odd since he usually responds fast but you weren’t too concerned.

“Felix?” You called out, wondering if he was home. You were heading to the bedroom, pausing when you hear something odd.

“Ugh… more… m-more…”

It was Felix, and was he… moaning? You slowly went to the door and continued listening in.

“Mommy… please mommy more…”

Mommy? What was he talking about? You peaked in through the cracked open door.

His pants were down and hand on his dick. He was jerking himself off while moaning uncontrollably.

“Y/n… mommy… I want more… mommy~” he moaned while jerking off faster until hitting his high.

Your eyes widened as you realized that he’s referring to you. You’re mommy.

He laid there catching his breath before putting his pants back on.

“Felix? I’m back home!” You said, acting as if you just got there. You opened the door and smiled at him.

“Oh! Hi noona.” He said nervously.

“Are you okay?” You said, walking closer to him.

“Oh I’m okay. Just a little tired…”

You nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s have dinner okay?”

It was a cold day and earlier you had made some soup. Chicken noodle soup may be basic but Felix loves when you make it.

“I hope you love my soup, lixie.” You say while putting the bowl in front of him.

“I always love your soup, noona!” He said while starting to eat.

You chuckled, watching him make a mess.

“What a messy boy you are lixie.” You teased while giving him a napkin.

“Sorry noona.” Felix blushed as he took the napkin and cleaned himself up.

“Don’t apologize, baby boy. I’m glad you like it.”

Felix paused. Have you ever called him baby boy before? That was odd.

“Noona is so glad her baby boy is enjoying her soup…” you teased while rubbing his leg under the table with your foot.

“Y-yeah…” he stuttered.

This was fun, messing with him.

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After dinner, you both decided to cuddle and watch a movie. You had your head on his shoulder and gently rubbing his thigh. Inching your way to his crotch area.

He didn’t seem to notice until you started rubbing him over his pants. He tensed up and looked down at what you were doing.

At first he thought it was a mistake so he ignored it. But you continued. You slowly started playing with the strings of his sweatpants, starting to undo them.

Soon he felt your hand going in his pants and palming him over his underwear. This caused him to blush, breathing getting heavier.

“N-noona…?”

“Shh…” you hush him, now sticking your hand under his underwear and rubbing his hard cock. “Let noona—… let mommy take care of you…”

Felix froze and cheeks red. “Y-you heard… you…”

You sat up completely, pulling down his pants and underwear, taking hold of his cock.

“Oh baby boy…”you teased. “Anyone could hear you…”

He was silent as his body tensed up to your touch.

“Mommy… more mommy more~” you teased, getting close to his ear and slowly rubbing his tip with your thumb.

“M-mu—…” he moaned, throwing his head back.

“Lixie just wants mommy to take care of him, hm?” You say while kissing his neck.

“Y-yeah…” he moaned.

“Does lixie want more…?”

Felix nods frantically.

“I need words, baby.” You say while suddenly pulling his hair back. “What do you want, lixie…?”

“M-more…. Lixie wants mommy’s touch~”

You smirked and let go of his hair while jerking him off.

“You like that, baby boy?” You teased.

“Yes mommy!”

“You want more?” You say, kissing up his neck to his jaw.

“Yes mommy! Lixie wants more!” He whined. He was bucking his hips into your hand, hips stuttering.

“M-mommy—…”

“You don’t cum without mommy’s permission!” You interrupt him.

“N-no! Lixie wants to cum!” He cried.

“Only good boys get to cum.”

“Lixie is a good boy! Please mommy! Lixie is a good boy!” He stuttered.

“Okay… go ahead, baby boy.”

He moaned out loud as he made a mess on your hand.

“Clean them…” You smirked and put your fingers to his mouth.

Still in a daze, he sucked on your fingers without hesitation. You tried pulling them out but he held your hand tight and kept sucking at your fingers.

“Let go, Felix.”

He stopped and you removed your shirt and bra before moving to the side and laying down.

Felix drooled as he stared at your bare breasts.

“You wanna touch mommy’s boobs?”

He nodded, obviously in a daze, deep in subspace.

You motioned for him to come close and he crawled over you, starting to kiss at your breasts while you ran your fingers down his soft hair, pulling at it lightly.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” You say, pulling on his hair.

“Yes mommy…” Felix said in a low mumble. He was quick to sit back on his heels and remove his shirt. Now he is completely naked and waits for your next instruction.

You motion for him to come closer and as he does so. You grabbed him and started heavily making out.

Drool was going down his chin as he also started humping your thigh and kissing down your neck to your breasts. He sucked and nipped at your breasts, leaving behind little marks.

“Mommy… mommy…” he whined as his hips were stuttering.

“Does lixie wanna make a mess on mommy’s pants?”

“Yes mommy! Yes mommy please!” His tone was getting more desperate. His whines sounding more like whimpers from a puppy.

“Ok baby. Let go.”

He cums on your pants as he sucked on your breasts. He continued sucking on your nipple pinching at the other one.

“lixie is tired…” he pants.

You rubbed his back as he started coming down from his high.

“Thank you mommy…” he muttered while drifting off, your nipple still in his mouth.

“You did good baby… you’re such a good boy…”

CHAEEE CUTIE ❤❤