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Kinktober Day 5: Perv Best Friend

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Han Jisung x reader

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“God, Hyunjin’s so annoying,” Jisung remarks, as he shoves his way past the door and into the bathroom.

The faint sounds of chatter can be heard when he gets quiet again, observing the way you touch up your crimson lipstick in the mirror. There’s a rhythmic thump from the heavy bass of the speakers downstairs, and when he glances at the door to ensure it’s locked, he can almost swear he still hears Hyunjin’s obnoxious tone filling the room with tales of his pretentious college life as an art major.

“Jisung, you’re not really supposed to follow a girl into the bathroom,” you say to him, chuckling lightly.

“What? It’s not like you’re taking a piss or something. You’re just doing your makeup again.”

You sigh frustratedly, biting back a smile at the sight of Jisung leaning against the wall behind you, a bottle of apple juice in hand and his arms folded over his broad chest.

It’s almost pathetic how clingy your best friend can be- completely sober at every social outing, always sulking about how much he despises the atmosphere.

“I’m just going because you’re going,” he’ll usually say, and you know it to be true by the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. Always voicing his distaste for the people, or the music, or sometimes the food. Typically a little annoyed if there are more men than women, but also painfully awkward in the presence of any woman besides yourself. Fidgeting around on his phone as though a game of Tetris might somehow make the evening go faster- in between strings of texts to you, of course, begging to just call it a night already.

“He’s not annoying,” you finally say, and Jisung scoffs in response.

“Nobody cares that he studied abroad for a semester. And I’m sure anybody could paint the way he does.”

“Sounds like you’re just a little jealous,” you say, raising an eyebrow, as you blot your lips with a folded tissue.

“Jealous?” He retorts, his eyebrows arching up as though he’s pleading for you to think otherwise. “You’re just saying that because you want to fuck him.”

Jisung waits for you to argue with him, taking a swig of his apple juice as he prepares for you to pivot on your heel and yell at him for implying such a far-fetched idea. But when several seconds of silence pass, he swallows nervously, knowing that this is an even worse outcome that he was preparing himself for.

“What, so I’m right?” Jisung chimes in again with a chuckle. His fingers run along the grooves of the plastic bottle, pupils trembling, as he hears you sigh loudly.

“I think he’s cute,” is all you say, mentally preparing yourself for the fit he’ll inevitably throw at the confession.

“Hyunjin?” Jisung voices, like you haven’t been talking about him for the entirety of your conversation so far. “Are you serious? Wow, you really do have the worst taste in guys.”

He takes a step forward, placing the now-empty bottle on the granite counter by your makeup bag and meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“Do you do it on purpose?” He questions, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as one hand runs through his tousled black hair. “Choose the worst guys to thirst over?”

“He’s not the worst, Jisung. You just don’t like him- that’s different.”

“I don’t like him because he’s the worst.”

When you finally do pivot around, Jisung is surprisingly close to you, his fingertips practically grazing the hem of your skirt as his gaze meets yours. He swallows nervously at the proximity, hands shoving awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans, as he towers over you.

“What’s a guy like Hyunjin have,” Jisung begins, observing the way you straighten your posture to maintain a confident stance. “That a guy like me, doesn’t have?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the question, your heartbeat quickening in your chest at the sight of him this close to you.

It’s a fair question- one you’ll never be able to conjure up a proper answer to, considering there’s really nothing Hyunjin has that Jisung doesn’t. Sure, he’s an artist, and he’s remarkably handsome. But Jisung is both of those things, too- he’s also funny, charming, adorably clingy. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be smitten with Jisung, too- except he’s your best friend, and nothing more.

“Nothing,” you say candidly.

Jisung furrows his brows in confusion at your response.

“You never call me cute,” he argues. “It’s always some stupid frat guy, or a total jock, or a painter. Not that I care, anyway, but you’re not really helping your case by admitting that we share no real discrepancies, and yet you still favor him-”

It’s you who kisses Jisung first, leaning forward just an inch to press a chaste kiss to his pouty lips, your eyes shut while his eyes widen in surprise. When you pull back again, he scans your face for some sign of this being a cruel joke, but there’s no clear indication in your otherwise unreadable expression.

“What was that for?” Jisung asks, his heart racing in his chest. He hopes you can’t tell that he’s already hard beneath his jeans, desperate for you to do it again- maybe take it even further, the way he’s always wished you would.

“You’re annoying,” is all that you say to him, stepping back to hoist yourself onto the granite counter. You assume a spot on the counter beside the sink, hands by your sides, your eyes locked on his as though you’re beckoning for him to continue.

Jisung isn’t sure if he should make a move, knowing you’ll probably just complain that he’s not Hyunjin. But when he takes a single step forward, his lips hovering over yours once more, there’s not a complaint uttered from between your parted lips. Instead, your heavy breathing, as your hands pull him in by the thin black tank top he sports, pressing your lips back to his to kiss him properly this time.

It’s clear how badly Jisung’s always wanted this, by the way that he slips his tongue between your lips, moaning softly between motions as his hands part your legs. When he separates momentarily to slip your sweater off, he’s mesmerized by the lacy brassiere you sport, having gotten off to the thought of it several dozens of times before.

His lips find yours again, working down your neck in hungry motions, as though he’s trying to paint your flesh in as many bruises as he possibly can with the few minutes he has you like this in the bathroom.

“Jisung,” you say to him, your fingers traveling to his crotch and palming his bulge over his jeans.

He practically reads your mind before you can make your request, his nimble fingers working down to undo his belt and snake his jeans down his slender waist. And then all at once he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining desperately against the fabric, as he toys with the waistband of your panties, too.

“Please, can I?” Jisung asks, almost pathetically, as he emits a soft moan before he can elaborate. Your hands massage his clothed bulge, fascinated at how big your best friend feels when he’s hard- and all of it for you only.

He groans when the contact is broken again, but only for your hands to tug his underwear down and effectively free his erection for you. And when your head tilts to observe the sight of his pink cock leaking with precum, he buries his face in your neck again pulling your flesh between his teeth and whispering little pleas to let him pleasure you.

“Sorry I’m not some frat boy, or an artist,” Jisung mumbles against you, rutting against your thigh like an animal in heat. “But I guarantee I want this more than they do.”

An involuntary chuckle escapes your lips before you grasp his chiseled face between your hands, forcing his gaze onto yours and kissing him passionately.

“If you’re gonna fuck me,” you say to him, your hands traveling down to pull down your own underwear. “Then get on with it already.”

His lips pull into a toothy grin against your mouth as one hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other hand guiding your legs a little wider as he positions himself in front of you. He taps the tip of his cock against your clit in anticipation as he kisses you again, and you moan softly at the sensation, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in even closer. At the same time you do, he thrusts himself inside of you, slipping past your lips with ease, his girth completely engulfed by your wetness.

Jisung’s eyes seem to roll back when he’s finally inside of you, quickening his movements without a second to spare as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips rutting frantically, like you’ll change your mind if he slows down to remind you it’s your best friend fucking you. But your movements are frantic, too, clawing at his broadened back as he slips his tongue between your lips again, his cock hitting every inch of you and filling you up in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever been satisfied before. One hand reaches up to steady himself on the glass mirror behind you, pressing desperately against the foggy glass, as he fucks you a little faster now, grunts escaping his lips with every thrust, as his other hand steadies your waist.

“Fuck,” Jisung remarks, head hanging to watch his cock disappear in and out of you. “He could never fuck you like this. Do you know how hard you make me?”

“Yeah,” is all you can say back, and it’s unclear whether it’s an answer to your question, or a verbal display of blissful pleasure. Either way, when he meets your gaze again to kiss you, he feels your nails dig into his back, your walls clenching around him as you near your finish.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out to him, trying to catch your breath as his movements maintain their quick pace.

And for a brief moment, you’re reminded that Jisung is your best friend- and he has been for several years now, despite your knowledge of him always wanting something more. He makes no effort to hide it from you, of course, frequently caught staring at your chest a little bit too long, inquiring about your one night stands, or even insisting he tag along on dates to “keep an eye out for you”. Perhaps there have been a few comments here and there about how he’d have fucked you long ago if you weren’t friends first and foremost, or that you check every box for a woman of his standards. But the confusion is nothing but a fleeting concern for another day, as you’re brought back to the sensation of his fingers gripping your waist, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

Jisung’s been spewing his perversions all the while your mind’s run elsewhere, admitting that he’s “always thought about you like this”, and that “he’s never been this hard for another girl before”. And the rest is indistinguishable as his voice raises an octave, begging to cum inside of you, as he fucks you particularly hard now.

Before he can even announce that he’s close- or perhaps he already has, Jisung is indeed cumming inside of your throbbing sex, as he buries his lips in the crook of your neck, littering sloppy kisses down to your clavicles. He doesn’t slow his thrusts just yet- in fact, his breathing grows labored as he begins to fuck his release in and out of you now, meeting your lips once more as he attempts to speak.

“Are you close?” Jisung asks, whimpering at the sensation of your pussy clenching down around his length. “I’ll stop when you finish, too.”

And the words are dizzying, to hear that he’s so insistent on putting your pleasure first- something you’re not sure any guy has done for you before. Of course if it was going to be anyone, it’d be your perverted best friend and longtime admirer, who’s only dreamt of getting you to cum for him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say for the second time this evening, while Jisung is still half-hard inside of you. His thrusts are a little shallower, but he keeps a steady pace, just grazing your lips with his as he works you to your release.

He might be persistent, and his mind may run a little too rampant with thoughts of you- both of which work in your favor, you now know, when you finally feel yourself clench one last time around him, throbbing as you gasp for air during your release. In one swift motion, your fluids are trickling down around his cock, and he’s groaning at the sensation, fucking the last of his release, and now yours, back into you.

His panting slows its course as he pulls out of you, scrambling to collect a wad of tissues to assist you in getting cleaned up. As you hoist yourself off the counter, you can’t help but keep your gaze on his, cocking your head curiously, as he fastens his belt once more and tousles his hair in the mirror.

“I suppose we should head back out there,” Jisung states casually, gesturing at the door.

It’s you now, who can’t seem to stop staring at the broad chest he flaunts beneath his tank top, eyeing his slender waist and his veiny hands. He’s a good fuck- perhaps also skilled with his fingers, and most definitely his tongue. The sink is just big enough for him to bury his face between your legs- and outside, the party is just busy enough so that nobody would notice if you stayed here another half, maybe even a full hour.

“I dunno,” you say to Jisung, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of your bra. “We could… stay here a bit longer?”

He smirks, as though this was his plan all along, and then he pulls his shirt off over his head before he can relay a proper answer.

“You’re annoying,” is all Jisung replies, using your own words against you, as he hoists you back onto the granite counter.

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THE STATUE : lee minho

kinktober

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: predator/prey chase, manhandling, messy kissing, spit, unprotected sex, face slapping, thigh riding, creampie

a/n: despite the tags this is actually a lot more tender horny than you might expect LOL. i had soo much fun writing this one! i hope you all enjoy as much as i did. reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the grass is cool underneath your bare feet when you step through the second door. 

you didn’t change clothes when you opened the door back into your home hallway after your time with chan, but like magic, your attire changes right as you step into this particular world. you don a white sundress now, something flowy and thin and comfortable enough that you might try to sneak it back into your own closet when you get back home. 

it’s midday here in the garden. the sun shines brightly, and the flowers lift toward it with reaching petals and growing stems. 

the hedges are neatly trimmed, as always, snipped finely into squares and circles and — cats? it almost looks like a totem pole. it’s cute, a new addition to the garden that you haven’t seen before but will certainly never miss. the tall bush is sheared into the shape of three cat heads. they sit on top of each other, peering into the garden with pretty petal eyes and neatly pointed ears. 

there’s a quaint garden table set placed next to it, and you can’t help but laugh. of course minho would want to spend his time relaxing next to the cat bush after a long day filled with gardening, sipping a cool glass of ice lemonade and kicking his feet up in the chair opposite of him. 

you sit for a moment at the cute little bistro set, plucking minutely at the hem of your dress and taking in the beautiful efforts minho has made in the garden. it’s his pride and joy, his life’s work, and you are always able to see his dedicated endeavors in maintaining the greenery before you.

the garden maze is your favorite thing he’s created. it’s breathtaking - made solely of rows and rows of pristinely clipped bushes. they wind and swirl until you find your way to the eye of it, the middle, where a great fountain sits. 

the only fountain you’re interested in now though is the one sitting right across the garden. you can see it plainly from where you’re resting in the chair, you can hear the splashing of the water where it flows serenely from the tiers and into the receptacle at the bottom. minho’s there, as always. stone still and frozen in a kneel as the watering basin he holds pours endlessly into the fountain. he’s handsome even like this; his cast stone features still manage to make warmth bloom in your stomach just like his human skin does. 

it’s with said warmth blooming that you decide to make your way to the fountain. you stare at minho from across the water, the flow distorting his features before you. it’s blissfully cool when you lift your foot to step into the fountain, rucking up the bottom of your dress and clutching the fabric to your thighs so it doesn’t get wet. you walk slowly across the fountain, feet splashing in the water, until you reach the edge of it where minho sits. 

you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. it doesn’t matter that the bottom of your dress falls into the water now, nothing matters but the statue in front of you. your fingers trail along his thighs first, his thick thighs that already have your mouth watering. they trace his shin, the top of his foot, the smooth plain of his stomach. a giggle floats between your teeth because you know he knows what you’re doing; you know he can feel your touch. 

the water sloshes lightly when you lean forward. his cheek is cool and hard against the pucker of your soft lips, a juxtaposition you’ve come to be quite fond of. your lips kiss his cheek, his neck, and it isn’t until your hand reaches between his legs for his cock that you kiss his mouth. it’s something chaste and sweet, as sweet as it can be to kiss a statue. he likes this though - the naughty game you play together, the fact that he turns you on even like this.

his cock is soft, hard as rock between your fingers but naturally soft, even though you know he won’t be for long. his lips are the same, but the smallest shudder of breath coming from between the thin seam of them has you easing back on your haunches. 

minho begins to thaw under your fingertips. you can feel the stone transforming into something softer, something human. 

when you look up and into his eyes, they’re brown and filled with mirth. his pupils shake when they search yours, and you grin at him before standing to your feet. 

it takes a while sometimes, this process does. every ounce of minho’s handsome body must turn from stone back into human flesh - you can hear the stone cracking and shifting slowly as it does. you were worried it was painful at first, but minho reassured you once that it was more of a nuisance than anything else, more painful of a wait than actual pain. 

you take a step back as his hair turns dark and silky and falls over his forehead. 

“hi, minho,” you say, a toothy grin still spread wide on your face. “i’d kiss you again, but i think you’re gonna have to catch me if you want it…” 

that’s when you break off into a sprint, feet high-stepping over the wall of the fountain and carrying you quickly to the mouth of the garden maze. you risk one look back, one look just to see how far his transformation has come and how much of a head start you have, and you see a sharp grin spreading over his softening features. 

adrenaline is already pumping hard through your body, so you turn around to hightail it into the maze. 

you’ve been all the way through it before — several times even — but the maze always seems to change. it seems never ending, impossible. you make it past the first swirl of bushes before you hear minho’s water basin drop to the ground with a heavy clang. it almost makes you squeal, fear spiking and making your chest hot to the touch where your heart beats frantically. you slap a hand over your mouth to keep silent and remain on the path, sprinting around bushy dead ends and past the curves and endless angles of the walls inside the maze. 

it almost feels like a scene from a horror movie, something you’d watch huddled under a blanket with a bowl of popcorn in your lap and a hand half covering your eyes when the music picks up. a damsel in distress, running panic-stricken through the woods and tripping over nothing while the slasher walks behind, slowly and sinisterly. they always get caught in the end, don’t they? 

minho cackles when he reaches the entrance to the maze - it sends another chill down your spine, heart pounding in your chest. it’s only a matter of time before he finds you, but you’ll make him work for it until he does. you take another hurried turn and run right into a dead end. there’s no time to think, not with minho catching up with you. he knows this maze frontwards and backwards and with his eyes closed. he made it with his own hands after all. 

you sprint through the maze as best you can until you’re nearly gasping for breath. the grass is cool and soft underneath your feet, soft enough that the rustle of them through the blades is quieter than it would be anywhere else. 

minho makes his presence known though, and he does it on purpose because he knows how much it makes your heart pound. you can hear that joyous, maniacal laugh every so often; his hands shake the bushes so that you can hear him coming. he’s closing in on you, he’s closer than you thought, and you can’t help the broken whimper you let out when you meet another dead end head on. a split second decision has you dropping to your knees and crawling underneath the wall of the bush, scooting deep enough under it that minho can’t possibly see the white of your dress, the color of your sweat-slicked skin. 

your hand comes to your mouth to stop the gasp you want to let free so badly. his bare feet walk slowly around the corner and he pauses where he stands. all you can do is lay there and wait with bated breath. it catches in your throat and your body locks completely still when he steps towards the bush you’re hiding under. 

“blossom,” he sings, something airy and faux sweet. your eyes squeeze shut. “where did my pretty petal go?” 

he laughs. you’re almost expecting him to peek under the bush to really get you shrieking, but he doesn’t — he steps away from the bush and keeps walking, rounds the dead end to keep on his way. you hold your breath even after his feet move from your sight and the sound of rustling fades from your ears. 

it’s completely silent, eerily so, but you finally let out a shaky breath when you feel like he’s off your trail. 

you should know better than that. 

it turns into a shrill scream soon enough; there’s a rough hand on your ankle and you’re being tugged out from underneath the safety of the bush before you can even inhale the breath you just let out. you kick your legs, digging your fingers into the grass as if it’ll save you from your captor. minho just laughs and blocks the frantic kicking of your legs with his strong arms. he pushes at your hip until you’re turned over on your back and that really gets you flailing, legs still kicking and arms now joining in the mix. 

the look on minho’s face is positively wild. his smile is wide, his eyes are wide, and the laugh coming from his mouth would probably scare any normal person. the adrenaline spikes again, but you’re more excited than anything now. he’s got you where he wants you. a fly in the maw of a venus fly trap. completely, utterly caught. 

your arms tire quicker than you like, or maybe minho’s just that strong. he pins them to the ground with an ease that has heat swirling in your gut, has your cunt clenching desperately already. 

it’s then that your legs give out. they spread on their own, without his insistent coaxing. it’s hard to keep up with anyway, the facade you put up… like you don’t want to be exactly where you are. like you didn’t want him to catch you in the first place. 

minho cocks his head and it has you whimpering. if you pout hard enough, your eyes will tear up. you know he’ll love that. 

he coos at you when your eyes begin to glisten. 

“pretty dew drops,” minho sighs. “in those teary little eyes…” 

you’re beautifully pliant when he fusses with your dress. minho loves sundresses on you, loves the ease they give him to get at your body and loves how they look on you in general. the white makes you look more innocent than the two of you know you are, pure, virgin white. esteemed lily of the valley, radiant gardenia. 

minho’s devilish grin softens as your body is bared to him. he eyes the swell of your tits, the softness of your stomach. minho kneads at your hips, digs his fingers into your skin until you’re writhing. 

“why would you ever run from me when i would find you anywhere?” he hums. “i’ll find you every time, no matter what. all i wanted was my kiss.” 

he gets it — takes it. minho blankets you when he leans down, and your lips are parting for him before his lips even reach yours. he surprises you then, a small ounce of payback for the little game you played, by taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting. it’s hard enough that your eyes squeeze shut; it forces a tear to trail into your hairline and a pitiful whimper to leave your mouth. he tugs at it meanly with his teeth until finally letting go to kiss you for real. it’s rough from the start, all spit and tongue and teeth, and minho takes charge of it completely. you kiss him back with all you’re worth, arching against his body and circling his tongue with yours messily until he’s patting your cheek to get your attention. 

minho grips your chin with two fingers and uses his hold on you to open your mouth. your tongue lolls out because you know he wants, and minho sucks it between his lips. your stomach clenches and your hips roll, bucking wildly against his thick thigh that rests snugly between your legs. minho’s cheeks hollow as he sucks sloppily on your tongue. heat builds and builds and builds in your stomach at the noises it makes. his plump lips are slick when he pulls back, and you know what he wants before he ever opens his mouth to speak. you stick your tongue out of your mouth further just for minho to slap it with two fingers. it doesn’t take long for a glob of frothy spit to land on your quivering tongue — no sooner than it lands does minho lean in again with his lips pursed, spreading the spit on the pad of your wet tongue with his lips. it’s sloppy, so fucking sloppy, and spit trails down your chin when he pushes more saliva through the pucker of his lips and onto your waiting tongue. 

you only swallow the mess when he pulls away to see what he’s made of you. you make a show of it for him too, swiping your fingers against your sopping wet chin and pushing the remnants between your lips, sucking on your fingers. 

“you put up such a fight, but look at you now…” 

writhing on the grass, dress pushed over your tits and your fingers fucking your own mouth. call it what it is; you’re whoring yourself out for him. 

“i just wanted to play with you,” you whine, fingers slipping from your slick mouth. 

minho eases onto his elbows and cubs your cheek in one of his warm palms while the other places itself on the crown of your head. he’s always so warm, as bright as the sun, that’s why the flowers trust him so much. 

“playful petal.” 

he nuzzles his nose against yours, kisses your top lip before gazing into your bleary eyes. there’s a tender, closed-mouth smile on his face that he only reserves for the things he loves, and you’re lucky enough to be one of them. his eyelashes are so long, you’d count them one by one if you only had the wherewithal. minho’s thumb taps a rhythm against your cheek that has you gasping, and you nod your head earnestly because you know what he’s asking. 

his hand doesn’t rear back until your eyebrows furrow with want. 

you register the crack of the slap before you feel its sting, and both have you moaning into the air between you. the hit would have had your head shunting to the side, but minho’s hand on your head keeps you in place. he breathes in your moan, kisses it softly from your lips as his thumb caresses the heated skin of your cheek. 

“yes!” you warble, voice catching in your throat. “fucking- yes! please, a-again?” 

“i’m so nice to you, giving you everything you want,” he sighs like he’s put upon, but he’s far from that. the hand from your cheek reaches down to grip at your hips, pulling at it until you’re grinding against his thigh again. once the circling of your hips picks up in a frantic rhythm, he slaps you again. you clutch at his shoulders like your life depends on it, like he’s the only thing that can ground you. it feels too good, too much, the pain and the pleasure he so willingly gives you. “do you want to know a secret?” 

you nod. that’s all you have the power to do, but you want to know. you want to know everything that comes to his mind. 

“i love you more than anything in this world,” minho whispers against your swollen lips. he kisses you then, a kiss so tender it makes your face crumple in a sob. 

“i love you,” you cry. your nails rake down his back as your hips swivel desperately against the meat of his thigh. “i love you, i lov- love you, minho. my minho, my- oh!” 

you freeze when you cum, body locking where you’re pressed tightly against him. you’re frozen still until he takes your hip in his hand again and forces you to move. you can feel the muscles in his arm bulging as you clutch at him, shivering apart with his help. 

“blooming for me,” minho coos, and he’s pushing the head of his cock inside your fluttering cunt before you’re done feeling the last of your aftershocks. you can cum again like this, you know you can, it’ll be so easy with minho’s cock spearing itself deep inside your soaked cunt. you can feel him all around you, you can feel him everywhere. inside and out. 

he cups both palms underneath your head so it doesn’t hit the ground when his thrusts sharpen. his teeth grit, and your eyes lock on his sweet, crooked front tooth. he’s so beautiful always but especially beautiful when he feels pleasure that your body gives him, that you give him. 

you don't have to reach down to touch your clit because the angle of minho’s dexterous hips has his pubic mound rubbing right against it. the coarse hair there gets your eyes rolling, and minho hums deep in his throat when your moans float into the air. 

minho ruts into you so deeply that you’re sure his knees will be stained green by the grass. 

“fuck me until you cum,” you cry. you want to get him there so badly after the chase you put him through earlier. you do everything you can, clenching your cunt until he’s sighing dreamily and running your hands over every bit of his body you can reach. somehow though, your efforts get you there first, along with minho’s cock bullying itself where you’re gummy and silky soft. you bloom for him again, like you always do, pulsing and throbbing on his cock that steadily pistons inside of you. 

that’s what ultimately gets minho there too, and he leans back on his haunches and pulls out far enough that only the tip of his soaked cock remains in the hold of your cunt. he jacks himself inside of you, twisting the base of his dick with a rough hand. 

“ask me for it again,” he grits. the knuckles of minho’s fingers lightly tap against your swollen labia as he polishes himself. “beg for my cum and i’ll give it to you.” 

your hips buck at his words. you reach for his arms, gripping onto his forearms desperately. 

“please give it to me!” he makes it so easy for you to beg. you want his cum more than anything, want him to empty himself somewhere warm and tight and wet. “please, i- oh, minho, my pussy wants your cum so bad. i want you to cum, i want it inside me- p-please, please cum inside me, baby, f-fuck!” 

you’re lucky he’s in a giving mood. he may have jokingly fussed about your little game earlier, but that’s all it was. he loves the chase, loves when you feel playful enough to mess around with him and have fun. minho dips his thumb into your mouth when he starts to cum, roughly jacking his cock until his cum spurts ropes inside of your clenching cunt. his stomach caves in and his thighs shake sweetly - they shake so hard that you move your hands to them to feel it, to feel the way you make his body react. 

his softening cock slips from your hole with a slick noise, and his cum follows when you make an effort to push it out. minho thumbs one of your puffy lips to the side to watch it drip slowly down to your asshole with a satisfied quirk to his mouth. 

you’re so focused on minho that it takes you several moments to notice something tickling at your back and sides. you only rouse from your daze when the feeling becomes more incessant, and that’s when you see that there’s a fresh bed of flowers blooming underneath and around you. beautiful reds and yellows and blues, whites to match your pretty dress that he likes so much. pinks and reds to match the flushing of minho’s cheeks. 

the flowers reach for you just as minho does, but the softness of their petals could never compare to the softness of his lips when he kisses you.

I've seen soo many thoughts about Chan or Changbin beeing a sugar daddy, but what are your thoughts on Jisung beeing a sugar babe?

I think he would soo love getting spoiled by his sugar mommy. Like going shopping for new skirts or lingerie and him thanking you later by letting you fuck him in those clothes DHISOH

-🐇

oh and he’d be so sweet. texting you while he’s at work with pictures of him in the mirror, skirt pushed up to his waist and his cock leaky in some pretty panties. all “New skirtttt!!! Thank you for your card mommyyy!!!!!! what do u tjihink????!!!” and he looks so so cutieful that you can’t help but send a picture of your pussy back, camera snapping a quick shot of your thighs spread underneath your desk. it’s no surprise when he sends a video back of him jerking his cock, whining way too loud even through the phone and his thighs squirming until he cums all over his new skirt and the mirror.

“Ruined thsi oneeee…. will u buy me another!!??? Lovow you!!” HES SO STINKING CUTE

THE DRYAD : bang chan

kinktober

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: nipple play, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, bondage, squirting

a/n: happy intl bday channie <3 i took some creative liberty with chan’s dryad abilities so if you’re a super mega dryad stan and are expecting something super accurate pls don’t hate me. anyways, i do hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the branches curling around the frame of the door curl tighter when you step close to it again. it’s almost as if they’re excited to see you, branches winding and leaves twitching in joy like they know you’re here for the one who resides inside. 

the door opens easily when you twist the knob, and you’re stepping right into a thick forest from the hallway of your house. it doesn’t always open to the same place, but you’ve been here and around enough to know where you are. the door shuts when you step through it and onto the dirt path before you. the sunlight shines through the trees, light twinkling around you and illuminating spots on the leaves, the ground. you can hear the waterfall that rushes in the east, and that’s where you begin to head. 

it takes you off the path, but that doesn’t worry you, you’re never in danger here. 

a hummingbird buzzes past your head; you decide to pause so that you can take in the scenery around you before all of it becomes lost in the presence of him. your head lurches to the right when you hear a branch snap on the ground, and you’re met with a meandering doe and her fawn. they look at you with big, shining eyes before continuing on their way. it’s beautiful here, serene, the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze, the birds chirp around you, and a giggle comes from your right. 

you pretend like you don’t hear it, ducking your head to hide the smile that steadily grows on your face

chan is so cute and so is his squeaky, bright giggle. 

he’s following you, shyly hiding behind the trees and the bushes and watching as you make your way to his tree, the one by the rushing waterfall. out of your periphery, you can see his curly haired head peeking out from over a thick branch, his mossy curls blending in with the leaves around him. there’s a squeaky giggle again before he ducks behind the tree. you smile; you can picture his sweet dimples now, the green tinted tips of his fingers clenching and unclenching with unbridled joy that you know he feels. it’s contagious, you feel it too. he always gets this way when he sees that you’ve returned to the forest, when he sees that you’ve returned to him. 

the closer you get to the waterfall, the more excited chan gets. you can tell by the frantic rustling of the leaves you hear all around you; they can feel his excitement and decide to join in the fun one by one, and his giggles haven’t subsided a bit. 

there’s a dip in the forest floor and a grand oak tree root protruding from the ground, thick and sturdy. you’ve stepped over it enough times that you absolutely should know the placement of it by now, but alas, the only thing on your mind is the sweet, joyful dryad behind you. 

your shoe catches on the root and you hit the ground with an undignified oof, falling straight to your hands and knees. luckily it doesn’t hurt too bad, the soil on the forest floor is moist and soft, but your knees still sting where they press hard against the ground. the tree almost groans, and you hear a valiant crack from the oak before chan is by your side. the root vibrates as the branches of the tree begin to sway and crackle. it’s trying to make sure you’re alright, you think, and the moving branches only settle when you press your hand to the root that’s nearly trying to unearth itself completely to check on you. 

“hey, i’m alright,” you promise, and the tree stills its movement. “i’m okay. just clumsy.” 

that’s when you feel chan’s hand against your back. gone are the giggles and sweet, dimpled smile that must have adorned his handsome face just a moment prior. in its place is now a look of worry - his eyebrows furrow and his plump lips form a slight frown. 

“you’re okay, yeah?” he asks. chan pets his hands over you like he’s checking for injuries and is only partially satisfied when he finds no traces of broken bones or ugly cuts. you’re fine, completely intact, minus the slight smarting of your knees and palms and the bruise to your pride. 

“yeah, for sure. just- fell for you, is all.” 

he blinks owlishly at you, and his ears blush green right before your very eyes. chan sputters for a moment, your own grin beginning to widen on your face while you watch him. 

“you- hey! you- you did not, oh my gosh, haha. you’re- oh geez, you’re really alright?” 

chan gives you his hands to help you stand up, and he eases back to the ground to clean the dirt from your knees. his thumbs are gentle when they swipe at the soil that sullies them. he presses a kiss against the heated skin next, one to your right and one to your left, before he takes your palms in his to give them the same treatment. he gazes up at you when he kisses the soft skin of your palm, lips lingering only a moment longer than they did on your knees. his attention has them feeling better already. you don’t know if dryads have healing powers or if it’s just a chan thing, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. 

“i’m really alright,” you finally say, lightly lifting both of your hands so they can cup his face. he leans into your touch, eyes drooping contentedly when your thumbs caress the green tint of his blushing cheeks. “come on, take me to see the waterfall.” 

it’s only a short trek from here, and the walk goes by quicker with chan finally by your side. you saw him a few days ago but it’s always nice to catch up with him, hear his lilting voice and watch his hands gesture in the air when he gets more and more into the story he’s telling you. you’re looking at him while you walk, eyes so completely focused on his expressive face that you hardly notice the change in color around you until he slows to a stop in front of his tree, his home. 

“chan,” you breathe, breath leaving your lungs at once. “chan, it’s so beautiful…” 

the grass on the forest floor still grows a vibrant, kelly green, but the plush leaves in the trees have turned to beautiful yellows and oranges and reds with the changing of the season. chan watches as you spin yourself in a slow circle to take everything in. the colors of fall span as far as the eye can see, and your gaze follows as an orange leaf snaps from the end of a branch and sways to the trickling waterfall below. the waterfall looks even more otherworldly with the new autumnal shades around it. you’ll dip your feet into the trickling stream with chan later, relax together and listen to the water rushing and cascading dreamily over the stones. 

“yeah, it is beautiful,” chan echos, but when you look at him — with all your barely concealed amazement — he’s already looking at you. he smiles when you catch him, but it’s more sheepish than cocky or confident. 

your lips meet his teeth when you lean in for a kiss and all it does is make him grin wider. as always, his joy is contagious, and you can’t help but smile with him. it continues like that until you’re giggling into each other's mouths, until he’s laying you down on the thick tree limb that snakes across the ground and curls back into the air at the tip. 

chan’s tree is the biggest in the forest, the oldest and wisest and strongest. some of its branches are so thick and low to the ground that you can use them as a place to rest, others you can hang off of and play around on. the tree gave you chan; it gives him life, keeps him well, and you owe so much to this special, special tree. 

you bite your lip when chan shyly spreads your legs and moves to stand between them. he straddles the branch and leans forward to continue kissing you breathless. chan tastes sweet when you slip your tongue into his mouth, earthy, and he groans loudly when you suck on his plump bottom lip. your hands are just as restless as his, they knead against his naked back, cup his shoulders, card through his mossy, curly hair while chan feels you up. his small hands are gentle when he touches you, but he’s almost desperate with want. his bottom lip only slips from your mouth when your head tips back against the branch, mouth open in an airy moan. 

he cups your chest, squeezes the mounds of your tits as his pillowy lips trail from yours down to your neck. 

your shirt unbuttons from the front, something plaid and oversized that you took out of the closet beside the hallway before you left. your fingers shake as they undo the buttons, and chan’s no help. 

buttons are difficult for a dryad who wears no clothes.  

his big nose nuzzles against your bra-clad breasts when your shirt is unbuttoned far enough. he hates bras, you know it, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to pull it down far enough to press wet kisses to the supple skin of your chest. 

“gosh, why d’you even wear this silly thing?” he grumbles. 

“aww, you wanna see ‘em that bad?” you know the answer to that too. chan’s obsessed with your tits. 

“i- yes. yeah, you know i do. come on, don’t be mean! please?” 

he’s so fun to tease, your sweet, shy dryad, but you can hardly handle him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes. those little sapling eyes, or something like that. he always uses them to his advantage. 

it’s a blessing that your bra unhooks from the front as well. the fabric of your shirt and padded bra collect at your armpits, and chan helps you sit up so he can take them off all together. your back arches when he lays you back down against the smooth bark of the tree - it’s cool against your heated, sweaty skin. chan uses the bow of your back as an opportunity to take two handfuls of your bared breasts. he looks from one to the other in awe, tongues his cheek before he licks up the valley in the middle of your chest. 

your nipples come next; he goes back and forth between the two of them until your legs are squeezing shut around his bare hips. his fingers circle the peak of one while he focuses his mouth on the other. 

“fuck me, fuck me, ‘m really wet,” you whimper, wriggling on the branch to try and scoot your pants down your legs. it takes the two of you to pull them down after chan makes surprisingly quick work of your boots, and you’re finally naked together. 

you go to spread your legs wider but yelp when you teeter on the width of the branch. it was already embarrassing enough to fall once today and you’d rather not do it again, especially not naked and needy. chan’s strong hands shoot out to steady your hips, but that’s not all that does. 

half of the bones in his skeleton are shrouded by tree wood, and the nature of his unique, foliar body allows him to do equally unique, foliar things. 

green vines snake quickly from his shoulders to steady you as well, wrapping snugly around your arms and your thighs to keep you still. it takes your breath away for a moment, your sudden lack of movement, and it looks as if chan isn’t faring any better. 

he greens even further, and the flush seeps down to his neck. it’s so handsome, so endearing, just like everything about him. chan is embarrassed, already fretting about the vines that wrapped around your body without his permission. he blinks hard, glancing to the sky for a second before looking back down at your unmoving body. 

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t- um! sometimes they- haha, they like, have a mind of their own, and we thought you were gonna fall, so- so… sorry, this is so embarrassing.” 

despite his worrying, the vines stay stubbornly wrapped around you. it’s comforting, really. they’re smooth enough that they aren’t uncomfortable against your skin and it’s honestly nice to have some added protection against falling. 

“hey, nah, come on,” chan pouts, but the vines don’t move. “um, they’re not- they won’t…” 

your eyes snap to his. you'll show him how much you really don’t mind, give him a bit of a show. the vines allow you enough leeway to lift your arms above your head and cross your wrists - they slither from your arms to wrap around your crossed wrists instead, and chan watches in wonder as you twist your hands to test the movement. chan’s vines are loose enough that they don’t cut off the circulation, but they’re wrapped snug around you. you’re not going anywhere unless they want you to. 

they curl tighter around your thighs too, pushing your legs to your chest and wrapping themselves around your thighs and shins to keep them close together. 

you’re spread completely open for him, unable to hide yourself from chan’s roaming eyes if you were to suddenly feel shy. it makes you moan, the lack of movement allowed to you and the spectacle you must make for him. 

“f-fuck, chan, oh my god,” you whimper. he pets your stomach, caresses the space between your breasts with tender fingers as he watches on with sparkles in his eyes. “get in me. fuck, fuck. please?” 

“yeah. yeah, okay. you sure?” 

he doesn’t make you wait. he never really does, not when he’s just as desperate for it as you are. he leans further over the branch so he can brace his forearm on it and kiss you while his other hand takes hold of his cock and nudges the tip against the give of your wet hole. the stretch has your toes curling right away. he’s big, so big that it feels like he’s in your throat, and the vines snake between your fingers when you squirm like they’re holding your hands. 

chan’s panting, eyes locked on where he spears you open. you clench on him and he nearly shouts. his eyes widen before he blinks rapidly and gives you one deep thrust inside. “you’re a menace.” 

you’re horny, that’s what you are. you wouldn’t have to be a menace if he’d just get on with it and fuck you. if his vines weren’t holding you still, you’d have already taken matters into your own hands by now, fucked yourself down on his big cock until you both saw stars and were cumming together. 

“fucking- please! please let me have it. channie!” you cry, voice wobbling with your rising need. 

he just nods, bites his fat bottom lip in concentration and rolls his hips roughly. the sound of it is incredible, you can hear it over the constant rushing of the waterfall and the serene trickle of the river it connects to. his balls slap against the skin of your ass, his cock fucks wet noises from your cunt like it’s going out of style. it’s a beautiful mixture, the sounds of the forest and the sounds of your love combined into one. 

chan is tinted green all the way down his chest. he’s sweating now, and the veins in his neck and arms protrude with the effort he’s putting in to fuck you good. 

“nnnuh,” he grunts. another wounded noise leaves his pretty lips when you clench on him again. “butterfly, that- oh fuck, fuck. your little pussy…” 

“‘s tight, huh?” a pitiful nod, but he fucks you harder. “wet?” another nod. “you like it?” 

“i want you to squirt all over me,” chan grits through his teeth. it takes a moment, but he shakes his head rapidly like he just heard his own words from someone else’s perspective. “s-sorry, sorry- gosh, i really didn’t mean t-to say that.” 

you’ll do it though. you’ll squirt all over his dick when he makes you cum, squirt until you’re drenching him like he wants. until you’re drenching yourself. 

chan leans back on his palms and slows his thrusts, focusing now on hitting you deep. he’s a sight like this - muscular torso on perfect display, almost posing like an adonis that you could only dream of. your eyes cross when his thrusts hit that sweet, gummy spot inside, and the only reason you fight to uncross them is to see the way his corded muscles work while he fucks you good.

the vines tighten their hold on your wrists and legs - that’s when you feel yourself being moved, and you yelp out a high pitched ooh! when they tug you down on chan’s slowly pistoning cock. he was already deep before but it’s so good that it almost hurts now, with the vines shunting you down on his cock right as he thrusts forward. you can definitely squirt like this, you have half the mind to think, you’ll give him what he asked for with no doubt. the angle of his cock hits you right where you need it, angled upwards just enough where he rubs against that spot that gets your thighs shaking without fail. 

“that’s it for me, right there. i- oh my gosh, you’ll- you’ll cum for me?” he aks, begs, adjusting his palms on the branch again to keep his pace and position steady. “want you to fucking cum, butterfly. on me, all over me, shhhit- all fucking over me.” 

it doesn’t take much more after that. chan’s fluid thrusts, paired with a soft little leaf from one of his vines that comes down to flutter against your swollen, achy clit, get you there and take you further. your orgasm feels almost life changing - the vines pull you down on chan’s cock so roughly that you clench hard enough to push it out of you. that’s how you squirt, clenching and gushing over nothing until chan frantically brings the tip of his cock to your clit and shakes it. it sends your juices flying everywhere, splashes against his taut stomach and covers your quivering thighs until you’re gulping down mouthfuls of air to calm yourself down. you’d writhe around if you could, but the grip of the vines won’t let you. 

chan is happy to jerk himself off above you and cum that way, but that’s not what you want. you want him to cum inside, plant his seed inside of you until you’re leaking with him. so you beg. “use me,” you plead, batting your tear-clumped eyelashes at him the way you know he loves. “use me to cum, chan, please? please keep- don’t stop fucking me.” 

he’s helpless when it comes to you, when it comes to giving you what you want, so he sheaths himself back inside and rolls his hips again. he’s blanketing you now, leaning over you so that he can look into your eyes and feel the bounce of your tits against the bulk of his chest. 

chan doesn’t take long either, not with you milking his cock the way you are. he’s slick all the way up to his pecs with sweat and your squirt. you’re wet when you press together, and that’s what does him in, the glisten of your sex-warm skin. 

chan cums deep inside like he always does. it’s a bit of a wait, but it’s something you’re used to now and that you even look forward to. he orgasms hard because the process is so unhurried, and his sap-like cum oozes from the tip of his cock to coat your insides. you’ll be sticky all over when he manages to climb off of you, but that’s nothing a dip in the river can’t fix. 

his dimples pop on his cheeks when he sees the dazed look in your eyes. chan smiles at you sweetly, nuzzling his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to your lips. the vines unwrap themselves from your wrists and legs when they realize what you want, and you wrap your limbs around chan the first moment you’re able to. 

“song of my soul,” he breathes. your heart thumps heavily in your chest. 

“sap,” you say back, but he knows that he’s yours too. 

“for you? always. and like- kinda literally too, haha.”

halloscream

was it jeongsung in the bedroom?

warnings 🔪: poly relationship dynamics, they’re serial killers, knifeplay, clitplay, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), bloodplay (be warned about this one, it’s not their blood), one whole line of daddy kink, mxm as well as fxm

it’s getting late. they’re late, to be more precise, but you feel as if you look at the window again it will feel like even longer. you tap away at your keyboard. it’s too quiet - the house is empty with your parents out at dinner. normally your two boyfriends would be making enough noise to drown out the everlasting silence, but again, they’re nowhere to be seen. your foot taps against the carpet impatiently underneath your desk.

a noise from your back garden catches your attention. nothing too loud, just a rustle of leaves and a few small thuds, but it has you rising from your computer chair to check it out. jisung would chastise you. “don’t you know horror movies?” he’d say, eyes round and wide, “investigating a strange noise is how you die, jagi.” still, you’re pissed that they’re late, and you also know full well that your boyfriends are the only threat to your small, isolated town. 

it started last year. jeongin came bursting through your window, clad in a halloween costume drenched in blood, and you laughed in his face thinking it was fake. it wasn’t fake. jisung followed closely behind him, a knife in his hand still messy with the efforts of their mission, and you almost had a heart attack. jeongin had to sit you down and explain, but really, there’s not a lot of explaining you can do when your girlfriend finds out you’ve been killing students from the local high school. 

they’re psychopathic, to put it lightly, but surely you are too - one toothy smile from jeongin and a comforting rub of jisung’s hand on your back was all it took. you’d accepted it all. 

now, you stand at your window, sticking your head out of the open pane of glass. the autumn air is crisp and it bites at your flushed, alarmed cheeks. when you can’t see anything through the darkness, you sigh, pulling your body back into your room. it’s not them. you turn to make your way back to the computer. maybe they’ll call before they come, just to let you know not to be scared and-

“ugh,” jeongin’s voice groans from behind you. your head whips around, shocked to see that he actually looks reasonably presentable. he’s in their signature costume, long, pitch black fabric drowning his lightly toned frame, and he carries the matching mask in his hand. “i thought you’d at least help me inside, baby. are your parents even home? i could’ve just used the front door.”

there’s other things on your mind. you’re pissed he’s late, and your arms fold over your chest. “where’s the other one?” your voice is dismissive, as if you don’t care about where jeongin’s partner-in-crime normally is. of course you care. one of your boys never comes without the other - quite literally - and you try to peek behind jeongin to see the missing boy. he crowds in through your window to block your vision, toned arms and long legs climbing through his chosen entry point. 

“he’s on his way,” jeongin says. the mask drops from his hand to the floor in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in, the fabric of his halloween costume scratching against your bare collarbones. you’re in one of jisung’s old oversized shirts, and the neckline is stretched beyond belief. your hands soften the impact by bracing themselves on his shoulders. “he got caught up with something. you understand, right?”

he feels like he’s everywhere in your room at once, an aura that only jeongin could have wrapped around you. it’s all it takes to calm you down, to forget about the fact that they didn’t even call, and then you’re focusing on the feeling of something solid pressing into your thigh. 

your hand moves down. his eyes follow the movement, narrowed, head tilting to the side as if he’s daring you to touch. you do, because you always rise to jeongin’s challenges. your fingers wrap around the object with a mischievous giggle. “is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?”

“that’s a knife,” he responds, quick as a bat. his hand wraps around your wrist and moves you a few inches to the right, positioning your hand over his actual cock and oh. it’s throbbing, and you can feel the way the shaft hardens further in your hand, even through the layers of fabric. you blink up at him, all coy through your lashes, and he raises an eyebrow. “i’m hard because i just killed someone, and that’s turning you on. do you know how fucked up that is?”

“it’s even more fucked up to be hard after killing someone,” you say, hands moving to his hips. you begin a backwards walk to your bed, pulling him along with you. jeongin’s more than happy to follow. his body slides between your legs easily, erection pressing into the middle of your sleep shorts, right above your core, and you try to catch his lips with yours. he moves away from your face with that signature cheeky grin, one that only jeongin could pull off. “why? first you’re late, and now no kiss? don’t wind me up, jeonginnie.”

“i’m gonna lick your pussy, that’s why,” his voice is low, tone steady. it makes a shiver run down your spine, but you’re nodding, letting your thighs fall apart. jeongin’s grin widens at the effect he has on you. he’s still in that stupid costume, but you watch his body slide down your bed until his face is nuzzling into your core.

you can’t help it. you’re curious, and they may say curiosity kills the cat, but well - the only thing killing anyone is rutting his nose into the covered pudge of your clit. “who did you kill?”

“what?” he scoffs, pulling your sleep shorts to the side with two long, gloved fingers. the texture of his gloves is cold against your heated mound, and you stutter out a breath, hands moving to the sheets beside you. “does it matter, jagi?”

“y-yeah, it does,” you whine when he dips down, tongue licking over your clit for the first time tonight. he’s talented with his mouth, but he’s normally better with his fingers. jisung’s forte is oral, and you let your mind wander again. where is he? you’re missing the essential third piece in your beloved psychopathic throuple.

when he speaks again, the vibrations hit your pussy. “he was a lowlife. don’t worry about it. he deserved to die.”

“you say that about e-everyone- oh my god,” he sucks your clit into his mouth as you’re speaking. it makes you surge from the bed, back arching, hand weaving into his hair to pull and tug to where you need him to be. jeongin’s malleable like that, letting you grind your pussy up into his mouth while he presses his tongue flat against the sensitive bud. “fuck. fuck, jeonginnie, innie, please, baby-“

“jesus, man. that was a ballache. y’know, would’ve been easier if maybe there were two of us like there’s meant to be, or-” your head snaps to your window. jeongin’s mouth stops moving, but he kisses your clit as an apology. 

sure, you would normally jump at the sight of someone standing in your bedroom dressed in a full halloween costume, ghostface mask and all. however, you’ve already received one of your male visitors tonight and you know that voice all too well - especially when it’s paired with a short stature and fumbling hands gripping at his mask. you see jisung’s appalled expression once the mask is gone, dropped to the floor to join jeongin’s, round eyes staring at his boyfriend’s position between your legs. “you seriously started without me?! c’mon man, don’t piss me off!”

jeongin only shrugs and nuzzles his nose against your mound to get your attention. you turn back to the boy, running your fingers through his hair comfortingly. he resumes the fat licks he’s giving your core, broad and messy and too fucking good. “iyennie’s being nice and eating my- ah- pussy, baby,” jisung’s staring at you, bouncing from one foot to the other. “you could’ve too, if you weren’t late.”

“wha-“ jisung splutters. he’s already toeing his boots off, yanking the costume over his head to reveal the baggy jeans and black tank he’s got on underneath. the sight of his honey-toned arms against the dark fabric is enough to make your mouth water, but then he drops his jeans and you can see his erection pressing against the front of his boxers. jeongin ignores him, sucking your pussy hard with a soothing hum. your labia stretches with it, and then he flicks his tongue over your clit so fast that your legs kick out. jisung catches them. “not my fault. jeonginnie made me do all the cleanup and the fucking theatrics and shit. this guy bled like a pig too, baby, so-“

“hyung,” jeongin chastises, eyes flitting over to him. when he pulls his head back, his chin is covered in drool and your arousal. you want to lick it clean. you’re barely even paying attention to what your boys are bickering about. “don’t get into the gory details.”

jisung stops in his tracks, trousers wrapped around his ankles. he looks at you. you shiver. he looks at jeongin, and jeongin raises an eyebrow, challenging again. “don’t you know?” jisung’s grin is wide, mischievous. “she likes hearing the gory details. go on, tell her.”

jeongin’s lips part in surprise. he looks at you, scrutinising. “is that so? you wanna hear how i gutted that guy and jisungie hung him from a tree?”

you can’t help it. with his words, jeongin slides two fingers inside of you, curling them so harshly it makes your eyes water. you let out a keen, trying to reach out to pull jisung onto the bed, but he’s too far. he seems to get it, knee-walking onto the mattress until he’s positioned next to you. his hand doesn’t stay out of his boxers for long, sliding beneath the tight fabric. you watch him grip his shaft and pump slowly at the sight in front of him. 

“do you wanna know who it was?” jeongin continues. his thumb slides to rub over your clit, and your thighs tremble. you’re moaning, nodding, babbling pleadings and little ‘yes’s that fall from your mouth urgently. jeongin chuckles. “your little friend from your math class. see, i wasn’t too mad about it, but jisung said he was trying to fuck you.”

“god, fuckin- he pissed me off, baby, ‘m sorry,” jisung whines, and your head is spinning. you’re reeling. jeongin thrusts his fingers a little harder, a little faster, and you’re struggling to concentrate. jisung’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip once, twice, eyes flitting between you and jeongin as if he’s not quite sure who to look at. “he was t-too nice to you, he- he wanted you. you’re ours.”

you’ve barely spoken to the guy from your math class - in all honesty, you’re not quite sure of his name, but now that you think about it… yeah. he was a little touchy, a little flirty, maybe too kind and considerate in letting you copy his work. it all adds up, but he’s taken care of now. you don’t have to worry about it. you never have to worry about anything with your boys around.

jisung pushes his boxers down, and his shaft slaps up against the base of his tummy, not too long but girthy enough to make your mouth water. he catches your gaze and uses his grip to slap it against his skin a little more, precum forming a thin trail attaching the cockhead to his tank top. “fuck. s-suck it, baby, won’t you?” 

“cum first,” jeongin insists. jisung grumbles in protest, but jeongin’s thumb presses harder on your clit, and he reels backwards to spit down against your pussy. the slap of his hand against your core is debauched, messy, and your eyes flutter shut. it’s too good. you’re gonna cum. “cum for me. fucking give it to me. my little fucked up baby, huh? that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“y-yeah! yes, yes, of course, y-you two are- fuck, too much, too much, i’m gonna cum,” you’re babbling again, and when your hand shoots out to grip onto something jisung catches it with his own spare hand. he links your fingers together, and jeongin dips down, finally, finally pressing his lips against yours. it’s all just enough and you feel like you’re dying, shots of electricity running through you, core gushing your release over jeongin’s wrist while he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

you’re given barely any time to come down. jeongin’s hand reels back and slaps your pussy. “hands and knees f’me. head between hyung’s legs.”

you scramble against your bedsheets, limbs kicking out and positioning your body face down in the sheets below jisung’s cock. jeongin moves behind you, yanking your sleep shorts down with a wet, still gloved hand. 

“you liked hearing what we d-did, baby, yeah?” jisung questions, and you whine, nodding. you did. secretly, in a dark place you try not to go into, you want their knives pressed against you and making you bleed while they fuck you. the thought makes your pussy clench down around nothing. 

jisung’s fingers move to your hair, yanking you forward until you’re nosing at his cock. you slide your tongue over his shaft just briefly, nuzzling your nose into the hair at his base, but it’s not long before he’s slapping his cock against your cheek impatiently. “shiiiit, jeonginnie, get inside already. i need her mouth so fucking bad, i’m so fucking hard.”

“just take it,” jeongin fumbles with his belt behind you. you hear the tell-tale clanging of metal, and then the rustling of fabric. his cockhead presses against your hole unceremoniously, blunt and thick, and you try to rut backwards onto it. jisung’s grip prohibits you, and he drags you upwards above his cock to finally press his tip between your lips. 

they both slide in together. jeongin’s thick shaft stretches you beyond belief, making you moan hard around jisung’s cock. you’re glad your parents aren’t home. jisung squirms from the vibrations, and before jeongin can start moving, he’s bouncing your head on his shaft. 

you can see his eyes roll back into his head, lips parting with a sharp whine. you feel like a ragdoll. it has you getting even wetter. “t-that’s it. fuckin’ beautiful mouth, my baby, so dirty, lemme- jus’ lemme fuckin’ take it, god, please.”

jeongin thrusts into you once, twice, testing movements that have your pussy all creamy and easy around him. he sighs, positions his large palms on your ass, and then he starts thrusting at a breakneck speed that has you bouncing between their cocks. you feel used. your clit aches for touch, hard and sensitive above where your hole is getting decimated. 

jisung pulls your head up to give you air, his hand polishing his cockhead. you’re immediately babbling. “fuck, you- jeongin, j-jeonginnie, the knife. will you- will you use it? o-on me? please?”

jisung moans. his hand moves between his legs, pumping his cock quickly in front of your face. it leaks against your lips. jeongin’s hips halt, pressing deep inside you. “the knife? baby, i don’t know.”

“get it, iyennie,” jisung nudges jeongin with his toes. you don’t miss the way jeongin’s cock twitches inside of you. “get mine. it still has blood on it.”

“oh my god,” you moan, wiggling backwards onto jeongin. you can tell his face must be a picture right now because jisung laughs, loud albeit shaky, and he reaches down onto the floor into the pocket of jisung’s jeans to reveal the offending object. he throws it to jisung, who brands it to you, showing that yeah, really, it’s still got someone else’s blood on it. it should be disgusting, moreso terrifying, but when the blade presses against your neck you wriggle just enough to get jisung’s cock back into your mouth. 

“see? f-fucking look at her,” jisung says, voice pitched higher. the angle is awkward, but he manages to fuck his cock into your mouth in tiny, shallow thrusts while the blunt edge of the blade is against your skin. he wouldn’t turn it the other way, not seriously when he knows he might lose control and hurt you. the idea has you keening. “she fucking loves it.”

“yeah? is that true?” jeongin sounds gravelly, throat hoarse, and he starts to fuck into you again. the slide is smooth with how wet you’ve gotten, and your pussy clings to him on every outwards thrust, dragging him back inside of you. jisung pushes harder and the knife presses harder. “hannie. hyung, be- be careful.”

“don’t need to be,” jisung responds, quick, and yanks your head upwards so you’re just suckling on his cockhead. you’ve been drooling all over it, and the feeling of your wet mouth around the most sensitive part of him makes his thighs tremble. he’s close. he never lasts long in your mouth, and you reach one hand up from your position, running a thumb over the creased skin of his ballsack. his foot shoots out so sharply it kicks jeongin in the thigh. “fuck! sorry, sorry aegi, i’m- i’m close, i-“

“already?” jeongin chuckles, but his thrusts are beginning to stagger too. he’s just as close as his boyfriend is, and the blood smearing on your throat has you clenching so hard you think you might be, too. jeongin’s pace quickens, and despite it being messy and uncalculated you let your head fall to jisung’s hip with a moan. he’s fine to strip his cock in your face, body curled over you to hold the knife to your neck, and you nuzzle downwards to suck his balls into your mouth.

“yes! yesyesyes, baby, oh, yeah! just like that, my baby, gonna- i’ll cum, fuck, on your face, you want it?”

“fuck. fuck, daddy, please,” you keen, and you watch in real time how it affects your boyfriend. jisung’s eyebrows scrunch together, pouty lips forming the perfect o as his cock spurts ropes of cum onto your head. it’s imprecise, landing mostly on your forehead and in your hair, and you squeal when jeongin yanks you back by the same messy strands. 

“daddy? fuckin’ really?” he pulls you into him, almost fully sat in his lap, and uses a hand he slides up your shirt to bounce you on top of him. you’re out of it. the blood has smeared all over your neck and stained the neck of your shirt, but you don’t care, whinging and gripping onto jeongin’s lithe thighs. his balls slap against your clit like this, and you can see jisung’s cock perking in interest already.

“this is fuckin’ hot! aegi, make her cum. wan’ see it.”

“you already saw it, i need to- i gotta cum now,” jeongin gasps, teeth biting into your shoulder. it’s too much. 

“no, jeonginnie, please! make me- please make me cum!”

he gives in. jisung will tease him about this later. his fingers move to your clit despite his words, and with only a few precisely formed circles onto the bud you’re creaming on his cock with another pathetic squeal. the sensitivity rises quickly, and it has tears biting at your eyes, but jeongin continues to fuck into you like you’re nothing more than a warm hole. maybe that’s all you are. the thought has your pussy clenching down again, and he thrusts deep before he fills you up with a shout, thick and warm inside of you.

jisung stretches his limbs with a sigh, thumb and index finger rubbing over his cockhead. it’s all too wet, and jeongin slides his softening cock out of your hole with a groan. the knife clatters unceremoniously to the floor. before you can whine and make a fuss over the cum still on your face, jeongin grabs hold of your hair and presses his tongue against your skin.

“when do i get a kiss?” jisung protests, cock still soft against his tank top. “no kisses for hannie even after all that hard work. this is unjust. unfair. it’s wrong, i would say.”

you watch jeongin surge across the bed and feed jisung his own cum from his lips. it’s dirty, and jisung’s shaft twitches valiantly against his tummy when he kisses back, tongues intertwining amidst the high pitched noise he makes. you let them kiss for a bit, and then you wriggle yourself up to your boys. the elder welcomes you with open arms, and jeongin pulls away from his lips with a wet sound, collapsing onto jisung’s shoulder.

“welcome home,” you chirp, and jeongin chuckles sleepily. jisung only pulls you into his chest further, fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your arm. “will i be expecting any more late nights this week?”

“tomorrow,” jeongin yawns. his head rests on jisung’s shoulder. you’re pretty sure he’s drooling already. jisung’s eyes flutter shut, at peace. “it’s the build up to halloween, baby. we’re busy these days, but we’ll always make time for you.”

imagine, leaving hannie tied up with a vibrator to his cock while masturbating in front him, he'd be sobbing and begging for your pussy while being covered in his own sweat and cum. he's so pathetic it makes you feel bad, so you gag him and ride him until he cant take it anymore

Shitttt ok. I will imagine it. Gagging jisung is soooo hot but personally. His tongue is one of the sexiest parts of him. So i blabbed. Below the cut. Also added mommy kink and breeding on accident. Sorry i cannot be normal this literally just came over me

@hyunsvngs @skzms @hyungszn tagging my favourite whores (affectionately)

warnings: bondage, bdsm, forced orgasms (all consensual!!), jisung says mama (because i cant stop myself. Its a sickness), breeding mention, crying.

Does he cum from the vibrator? Yes. Does he like it? Not really. Does he like you watching him and getting off on his forced orgasms? God, yes. He’s got his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a dog, spit drooling all over his face and chin, pulling on his ties leaning as close as he can get to you. You could have put a gag on him– he is a nasty dog, after all, and he knows it– but you’re weak for that forever pink tongue, those wet kiss-bruised lips. And how he begs. He wants your pussy on his tongue, and he can see how she’s dripping at the sight of him so desperate, his brain turned to mush. You can step just a little closer and let the tip of his tongue meet your cunt immediately.. he’s groaning and twitching, throbbing, and he can’t see straight from overstimulation. His toes are numb and his skin is on fire. You can relieve him of that bothersome, torturous vibrator now. It’s not like he can’t stay hard without it. He has a superpower when it comes to you in control.

Step back again so he’s left licking the air, those wide eyes doing their very best pitiful look up at you. The headboard heaves from the strength of his desperation as he pulls. “Please. Please?” His voice is scratchy and tired by now, worn out. The desire in his eyes only burns hotter. Rub your clit for him. “Is it good?” He asks, eyes torn between looking at your pussy and your face. “Mm. Feels best when I do it myself.”

He whines. “I know you wanna fuck me. I know you do. J’s.. c’mere..” He wrestles unendingly with his bounded wrists, shoulders shaking. You trail the hand that was touching you, wet with your slick, over a pretty pebbled nipple. He gasps and leans his head into your touch.

“F-fuck..” The room properly smells of sex now, reeks of it, sticky and sweaty. “Thank you..” He mumbles, attempting to kiss your forearm. It’s up to you if you let him. But it is a pretty sight, and quite an innocent one at that, how he’ll trail kisses down your arm, nuzzling his nose against the skin there. You can shove your fingers in his mouth and he won’t complain. As you retract them, though, and masturbate your pussy in front of his face with his thick, sticky spit, he’ll groan ‘Fuck me, fuck me..’ almost crying, if he isn’t already.. how cute.

It should be criminal how beautiful and satisfying Han Jisung looks with tears trailing down his cheeks. His crying makes everything wetter, sensations enhanced by the emotions the tears bring. Kiss his face. He’ll only cry harder at the touch.

Untie him from the bed post, but leave his wrists tied together. Shove him down, the harder the better. The meaner you are, the more blood flows to his cock. If you do slap him on the cheek and call him pathetic, call him nasty and filthy and greedy, he will need some kisses to aid the pout that will form on those little angel lips. Slide his cock inside and rock against him tightly. He’ll get all gaspy and pretty, cocking his chin into the air so you can bite along his jaw. Best to leave some bruises there while you’re at it. Feel his stomach tighten and flex and keep those hands above his head. Have your fun with his body. Jisung knows to hold off his orgasm until your command. Well.. he controls it as best he can. With your hands, mouth, and cunt all sliding all over him, the attention will go to his head. As he rambles thank yous, apologies after each squeak he lets out, he’s more desperate than ever to cum. Cumming in you. That’s what he wants. What he needs. What he knows you want as well. So his instincts boil his blood, send testosterone pumping through his veins hot and angry and demanding, making his balls tighten. Let him kiss you on the mouth when you’re close. When you’re grinding transforms into riding, wet sounds of your pelvis colliding with his, hot skin on hot skin. Kiss his mouth. Jisung loves kisses.

“I’m gonna cum, soon, mama, I’m gonna cum, please cum? Please? Needa.. fuckkk.. let me breed you how you want, yeah? I can do it right, I swear, shit, shit, shit..”

i miss my binnie so bad. i need him 7 ways til sunday. i need him whimpering n whining with a face full of cunt.

🏷️: cunnilingus, little bit of manhandling and strength kink, pussy whipped bin as per usual

a/n: i’m supposed to be working some more on cbinktober… boss’ orders (it’s me… my orders. i’m the boss), but i wrote this instead bc i had a bad day and needed some changbin 👍 my loss is hopefully your gain. pls reblog or like or leave a comment so i know u guys still like my writing maybe since it’s been a hot minute 🙏🏻

his hair is soft between your fingers. fluffy and soft, a little bit frizzy because he wore a cap all day. the skin of his muscular back is soft too - you can feel it against your toes when they curl, legs thrown haphazardly over the wide breadth of his shoulders. he’s warm; he always is. a crackling fire, a heated blanket in the winter, a comforting embrace.

changbin nuzzles his nose against you deeper, breathes you in with a flutter of his lashes and a grunt from far down in his throat.

his tongue dips into the sweet give of your hole and you both moan. you’ve lost track of time with him in between your legs like this, but you’ve got nowhere better to be. changbin spreads your sticky, plush lips with the tips of his fingers so he can lave his tongue deeper. everything is so warm, so slick. he’s always been good with his mouth - you don’t know if it’s because he’s such a diligent rapper or just because he knows your body so well. you surely benefit from both. his round little nose nudges against your clit as his tongue fucks into you, and your head is spinning spinning spinning.

“changbinnie, fuck,” you keen, head thrown back into the pillow. your hips buck without your permission; you can’t even help it, all you want to do is chase the feeling he so readily gives you. “baby, oh my god…”

he’s been looking at you, but his eyebrows furrow at the look on your face. pleasure-stricken, overcome. he’s almost as fucked out as you are. changbin’s cheeks are a sweet, rosy pink and sweat dots his forehead. his eyes are droopy, content, completely blissed out as he services between your thighs.

you nearly shout when his mouth opens wider, when his tongue laves from your drippy hole to your swollen clit. he sucks you into his mouth, bats his tongue quickly against that pudgy little button he loves so much until your whole body twitches.

“yeobo’s pretty pussy…” he breathes. his eyes close in bliss. changbin pulls away from your messy cunt so he can speak, but he doesn’t go far. his chin rubs against you first, then his lips, his nose. he’s nuzzling against you again, slightly circling his head until the lower half of his face is covered in your sticky, yummy juices. “ahh, changbinnie will always eat well.”

his plump little lips latch onto your clit again, and he whimpers pitifully when you tug his hair to hold him tightly against you.

“suck on it, fuck! god- s-shit, suckonitsuckonit.”

his cheeks hollow when he does, sucking on your clit the way you asked him to so nicely. your legs are too restless; they squeeze his shoulders then open wide. your feet scramble on the mattress.

all the breath in your lungs disappears when he grips you underneath your knees. he hauls them to your chest until your lower back is nearly lifted off the bed and your feet dangle in the air. you’re promptly held in place - he doesn’t grip you hard, never does, but the strength is noticeably there. changbin rushes closer on his knees so he can press himself nose deep in your pulsing cunt again, and he gives you another sweet coo when he feels the fluttering of your hole.

your hands find his where they hold the backs of your knees. you rest your hands on top of his, and changbin wiggles his thumbs out from under your hands so that they can lightly caress your fingers.

he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth again; you’d wriggle if you could, but you can’t, not like this. it feels so fucking good, his tongue circles it slowly until your thighs are shaking. changbin only unlatches his lips from it to pant harshly against you. he’s overwhelmed, sweet, melodious whines flowing constantly from his even sweeter mouth as he pleasures you. his hot breath makes you jolt, but he gets right back to it, ticking his head to the side so he can swipe his tongue against the entirety of your cunt.

“make me cum,” you breathe. you can only look at him for a second, his face is just too much. he’s too beautiful, too wet with you, and you’re too in love that it feels like you could die. “changbin, changbinnie, please make me cum.”

one of his calloused hands smooths down your shivering thigh, and you hold your legs open for him dutifully. changbin pulls away for a moment to lick his lips and watch his own movements as he pinches your lips between his thick fingers. he does it again, shaking his head like he’s in disbelief when he sees your desperate, swollen little clit smushed between the meat of your lips.

“so pretty,” he coos. he’s talking to you, but he isn’t at the same time, fully addressing your needy pussy that he’s toying with like it can talk back. you can’t even lie; you’re wet enough that it’s been talking back to him all night. “i love you, cutie.”

he doesn’t say another word before he dives back in, licking hotly between his fingers and right against the bud of your clit that peeks between your lips. changbin presses a deep, sucking kiss to it right as he pinches his fingers.

your back bows. you don’t have to tell him to keep doing it because he’s just that attentive, he knows your body up and down, left and right, inside and out. his lips look so cute when they pucker as he presses those sucking little kisses against you. that and the ruthless pinching of his fingers gets you there - because of course it does. changbin whines, long and pitiful and honey sweet when you gush in his mouth. his eyes roll when yours do, when your fingers move from behind your knees to tug on his hair, when your cunt throbs against his giving mouth.

his head rests heavily on your thigh as you come down from the sky, and his blinks are slow as he gazes into your drooping eyes. he pets your stomach, dips his thumb into your belly button before beginning to caress the skin around it.

changbin smiles, something soft and sleepy and just reserved for you.

“thank you for the meal~”

IMPATIENCE KILLS pt 2- HAN JISUNG // warnings beneath break 

pairing. han jisung x fem! reader  sum. you seriously can’t catch a break with this one. even when you’re supposed to be watching tv, even when he’s supposed to be asleep, jisung can’t help himself from fucking into you. word count. 1.7k tags. desperation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap ur willy), creampie, biting, some scratching, cowgirl, jisung is a sleepy baby a/n. this is a pt. 2 to IMPATIENCE KILLS. you don’t need to have read the other part, but there’s a stupid joke that may make you chuckle if you’ve read it. 

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

jisung lies on your chest, face burrowed in your chest, lithe arms caging you to the mattress. he’s supposedly asleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest accompanied by the soft sighs of his dreaming. he’s a precious little thing, your boyfriend. his brown waves fall in waves down your chest, still damp from his shower in the hours previous. you’ve been petting his head, keeping him asleep. with every stall of your hands he stirs a touch. your hand stills to a stop and he looks up at you.

his cheek is red from skin-to-fabric contact, eyes puffy from sleep and a pout tugging at his peachy lips. you giggle down at him and he nuzzles his head into your hand.

“you comfy down there?” you ask him. in response, he puts his face back in your chest and moves his body so he’s directly atop you. 

“s’nice…” his lips murmur across your skin and you sigh. the slight tickling of his whispering quickly escalates to spotted kisses which in turn become consistent, however lazy they may be. his hand sneaks up under your tank top, dragging the fabric to reveal your body to the cold room. he sets on gently massaging your left breast as he kisses the inside of your right, tongue darting out in kitten licks around your areola. 

“sungie, wait until the show’s over,” you sigh. you can’t deny that his ministrations feel good. they’re gentle and erotic, making heat pool in your belly and your thighs clamp tighter together. you want to arch into him, for his kisses to travel lower, and that’s the issue. you don’t want to miss the end of what you’re watching. he already made you miss an episode of BoJack Horseman, missing part of House would be unforgivable. 

but when has jisung ever cared?

“s’fine. don’t needa watch,” he huffs. he takes your tit in his mouth and rolls his tongue over your nipple, the hardened bud gentle on his tongue. he moans softly as he switches sides. you huff at him.

“i want to watch this.” you pout, voice stilted from his playing.

“i don’t. wan’ you…” he kisses up your neck and you sigh, resigning yourself to pausing your show. you’re not going to miss it this time. the second your show is silent you can feel everything more intensely. your clit throbs beneath your panties, a heartbeat all its’ own beating against the thin fabric. his lips leave a trail of warmth up your body, as if golden light is spilling into your skin from his. 

his doll lips meet yours and suddenly he’s fully on top of you, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you over and over again. his tongue slides into your mouth, the desperation hot in his spit. his toned torso presses against your naked one, the soft fabric of his shirt struggling to still itself. this kiss is so full of longing it’s vile. there’s a disgusting sickly sweetness to the way he touches his lips to yours, curls his tongue around yours, in the way he starts grinding his body against you.

there’s a break in the kiss but no break in your precious sungie’s humping. it’s not erratic yet, but even as you pant, even as pearlescent strings of drool break apart on your lips, even as he stares at you with those blown out, adoring eyes, he rubs up against you. his bulge has grown in his boxers, and it only grown larger as he grinds against your pussy. the wet fabric is far from comfortable, but you don’t want to stop him.

he rests his chin on your shoulder, labored breaths fanning past the shell of your ear.

“s’good. feels s’good s’wet already-!” he’s babbling already, as if he’s fully inside you. you wouldn’t be shocked if he cums the second you let him in. the tip of his cock rolls past your clit and you moan. the sound makes jisung whine. 

“wanna put it in,” he continues. “wan’a put it in- c-can’t stop moving. can’ stop feel s’good can’t-” he moans in a sort of sob, hips stuttering as he tries to slow himself. “‘m g’na cum. i don’t- can’t- don’ wanna cum. feels s’good. can’t sto-stop can’t-” 

you turn him over with a grunt. normally you wouldn’t be able to, but he’s so buzzed out that it doesn’t take much effort. you’re straddling his stomach, panting with the effort, and run a hand over the back of your neck. jisung just stares at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.

his waves are all mussed up, face flushed, the rash spreading to his chest. his lips are shiny and swollen, spit drying on his chin. and his eyes- oh, those sweet, sweet eyes. pupils blown up as if he’s on ecstasy, and he may as well be with the way he feels. he always gets like this when he’s sleepy. something about being tired and horny at the same time dumbs him down, makes his sweet little mind glue to you and only you. you don’t need to wonder whats going on in his head, because you already know. he’s thinking about one thing and one thing only.

“you wanna put it in?” 

he nods frantically, adams’ apple bobbing in his throat. you sigh and shuffle back, pulling his waistband down with you. his cock pops out and he winces. oof.

his cock is standing tall, the tip throbbing red. precum drips from his slit and down his shaft, smeared into his pubes from his humping. your hand ghosts near his balls as you pull his underwear down to a comfortable position and it jumps. he whimpers, biting on his shirt collar. he’s so still he’s shaking. of course he is. the poor boy almost came in his underwear a couple seconds ago. you brush his damp bangs behind his ears and smile at him, keeping eye contact so he can’t see you pull your panties to the side and sink down on his cock.

from the way he moans, you’d think he’s the one being entered. truth be told, you have to cough to hide the keen that escapes your throat. i swear he’s gotten bigger. cowgirl makes it so you can feel every inch of him at once. his veins pulse against your gummy walls as the head of his cock threatens to kiss your cervix. neither of you realized how wet your pussy was until just now. he slid in like it was nothing, and it’s so hot and soft inside. he can’t think straight.

lucky for him, he doesn’t need to. you start rolling your hips up and down and he cries out, biting on his sleeve instead of his collar this time. tears crinkle the corner of his eyes as you ride him, moans hardley muffled by the fabric.

“thank you,” he slurs through gritted teeth. “m’sorry i interrupted the show i jus’ wan’ned you s’bad i jus’ needed it- fuck! feel’s- ‘m sorry~!” his head lolls to the center so he can watch your tits bounce. he whines, wanted to suck on them again, but he doubts he can sit up. he resigns himself to rubbing messy circles over your clit with his thumb, wanting to cry at how nonuniform he is. 

“feel good?” he asks you desperately. “s’it feel good? baby- mama- you feel good? ‘m doing good, yeah?” you can barely hear him though the haze of your own pleasure, but you nod. dear god, you nod. every bounce on him, every stutter of his thumb, it’s like lazy lightning strikes straight through your pussy. your cunt is already leaving that creamy white ring around his base, you just can’t stop. you thought he was desperate, that he was impatient, that he was gonna be so much more desperate to cum. but tonight his kisses were like some aphrodisiac and now you can’t get enough of him.

your body can, though. no matter how drunk on each other you two are, at the end of the day, you’re animals. animals have limits. sex ends, and this end is rapidly approaching. your thighs are cramping as you speed up, desperate to cum before him. he’ll be spent, and there’s no way you're making him do anything after this. 

his hips buck up, a violent snap that throws you forward and down on to him. he thrusts into you manically, thighs slapping yours as he pounds into your from below. his nails dig into your back as he kisses all over your neck, clutching him to you and he tries to make you cum from internal stimulation alone. thank god he took over, because your face is starting to burn from the pleasure.

“fuck! right- right there, sungie! ugh-! c’mon- oh my god!” you can’t even get an order out. his tip presses against your cervix, the painful pressure just adding to the pleasure coursing through your body. 

“g’na cum~” he huffs. “can i cum inside, mama? please lemme cum ‘nside ‘ve been s’good f’you please. please mama i won’ waste it i won’t make a mess i’ll just eat it back out of you mama please.”

“fine.” you snap, harsher than you mean to. he makes a sad little noise and you shush him. 

“fine,” you repeat, softer. “cum ‘nside, sungie. jus’- jus’ make sure it’s cle-”

you can’t even finish your sentence before he busts inside of you. he groans and bites down on your shoulder. you hit your own orgasm like a wall. it tears through you and if you weren’t already collapsed on jisung you would’ve toppled over on him. your own cum mixes with the thick white liquid painting your walls. you two just lie atop each other, panting, sweaty skin sticking to each other as you come down off the high. 

you go to sit up, but jisung places a hand on your head, gently holding you against him. he makes a little “mm-mm” sound, shaking his head and making sure to hug you just a bit tighter. 

“lie…still… for a- for a sec…” he wheezes. he kisses your face the best he can, patting your back gently. “wanna hold you… before round two…”

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

a/n. omg i'm back?! who would've guessed! sorry to the anon who asked for this- i wish i could tag you to lyk this is up :( also i went to ateez's show on the third, and i've been thrown into a swamp of fic ideas for all those lovely men. lmk if you want to be added to a taglist, or if you have skz OR ateez requests. stay hydrated everyone. mwah mwah mwah

-sugar🤍

The Pink Palace | Horror-October (SKZ)

🗝 Struggling to make ends meet as a freshly graduated college student, you and your friends, Chan & Changbin, move into a cheap apartment on the hills together. Despite the dying garden and unbelievable creepy ambiance, you think this is a place you can call home. That is, until you realize it's already someone else's. 🗝

Ep. 1 | The Move-In

🗝 Cheap rent seems great until you're discovering bugs, dirty water, and learning about the strange disappearances that seem to take place at the apartments. Whatever, at least you have the bed to break into it.

Ep. 2 | Dreaming of the Painter on Floor Two

🗝 It's exactly like the Pink Palace, only a thousand times better. It helps that the beautiful man upstairs is infatuated by you. Maybe the buttons for eyes isn't too bad.

Ep. 3 | Cats Galore

🗝 The Other Neighbors downstairs hardly raise concern other than their weird fascinations with cats. You don't mind them playing with yours, but you're learning that things aren't as they seem.

Ep. 4 | Dolly from the Garden

🗝 Reality is often cruel, much like the thorns you pick from the abandoned garden. The man who lives on the other side of the hill decides to pay you another visit, but this time, he brings gifts.

Ep. 5 | Cat-fight

🗝 Now there's no doubt in your mind that this Other World is very much real. You're desperate to make your roommates see the truth, but the neighborhood black cat is set on keeping his mouth shut. Yours too.

Ep. 6 | So Sharp You Won't Feel a Thing

🗝 The Others are too much, too obsessed with keeping you on their side. They beg and do everything in their power, but you can't leave everything you know to stay in The Other World forever...can you?

i-days milano docuseries ep.1

Bonus:

average boddaramji interaction

D U D E !

“You’ll like it,trust me”

word count:3,301

summary:Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, knows how reactive you are to touches, especially on your clit. As he is drawing a certain frame of your pussy from a homemade sex tape you both made, he can’t help but admire the still image, but a thought crosses his mind. He can’t help but realise his fingers are a tiny bit clumsy sometimes on your clit, never touching just your clit, & this is when he gets his bright idea to use something… more precise to see if it will make a difference.

18+, MDNI! Smut below the cut.

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

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->SMUT WARNINGS: Soft dom Hyunjin, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a paintbrush, fingering, spit, cum tasting, oral but its brief, praise, Hyune is just a cutie, mention of safe word but not used, begging, dacryphilia, PIV, creampie, aftercare is extremely brief but more happens off screen, this is literally 99% smut:3

Hyunjin is currently sitting in the living room, sitting in front of his canvas, using his favourite water colour paints that he is holding in his left hand as he dips his paint brush in the small glass of water, the colour a dark, musky bluey, grey colour.

He has his inspiration photo on his phone screen, balanced up on the small ledge of the wooden frame the thing he is painting on, the photo being a photo of your pussy.

In his eyes, it's not even a sexual thing, he just thinks it's so beautiful & he can't help but admire it, so why wouldn't he want to paint it for the millionth time?

He lightly swatches a violet colour & starts to paint your hood & clitoris with a careful hand, not even focusing to look at the photo anymore since he has it memorised better than how to spell his own name.

His white bristled paintbrush coated in the very faint colour glides over the canvas, he pauses for a second as he gets an idea that he thinks is worth a million dollars.

He looks down at the photo on his phone, your vagina still plastered on the screen & he uses the kitchen paper to dry the brush, the remnants of the paint leaving the brush & he doesn't pack anything away, leaving the living room with his mini station in a mess as he giddily walks to your shared bedroom.

He sees you just sitting on the bed with your back against the pillows & headboard as you're just reading a magazine you bought that day & Hyunjin plops himself on top of you, forcing you to put your magazine to the side of you & Hyunjin settles between your legs, your chests connecting over all of your clothes & he starts pecking your lips & cheeks.

"What's made you so clingy all of a sudden?" you ask, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his lips coated with a layer of lip balm sticking to each area he kisses & he pauses to look at you, pouting.

"I'm always clingy! You can't blame me, wanna be stuck to you" he replies, his voice soft as he now switches to shuffling down just enough so he can shove his face in your tits, covered by your shirt & just lays there as he reaches down to caress your thigh.

"I thought of something I wanna try, I think it will be good, can you lemme try?" he asks, his voice still soft as he buries his chin in your chest, looking up at you at a slightly uncomfortable angle.

"Who am I to stop you, you can try anything you wanna do, what is it you're wanting to try anyways?" you respond, stroking his long fluffy hair & twirling your index finger through his soft locks & Hyunjin can't help but chuckle as he stands up again.

"I'll be right back, its a surprise but I need you to want it too since I'll be doing it to you, take your.. my sweatpants off & wait here" he cheers as he runs back to his DIY art station & grabbing a long, thin & soft bristled paint brush that he actually hasn't had the chance to use yet, before returning to you & to his happiness, you've done what he said & you're now just left on the bed wearing your plain cotton panties & your shirt.

"Hyune, why are you getting me half naked with one random paint brush in your hand & no paint?" you joke as you sit up & cross your legs & he giggles at you as he sits down on the bed as he doesn't really respond right away & instead lies you down.

"I was painting you earlier & I was painting your pretty clit & I came up with the idea to try.. paint yourself with your juices? that sounds cringe but trust me! You're so sensitive it will feel soooo good, it might even be better than my fingers since I can be more direct." he whines, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice from actually saying this all out loud & when you look at his face & realise he's being serious, you can't help but start laughing.

"The look on your face when you're nervous is adorable, Sure, we can try, how do we do it?" you ask & he gives you his cheeky, cunning smirk. "Just take your underwear off & I'ma play with your little clit n try make you cum & then I can put it on my painting later, makes it even more personal, the idea just turns me on." he responds, his cheeks blushing as he helps you pull your underwear off anyway.

You nod your head & reach behind you & reposition the pillow & you sit it comfortably beneath your head & you're quick to open your legs for him, completely bare now except for the shirt you've kept on.

Hyunjin lays on his stomach between your legs, his legs swinging ack & forth as he litters a few kisses on each thigh, warming you up before he moves his hand that is holding the paint brush & he puts it in his mouth, transferring his spit onto the small hairs to make it feel that tiny bit softer for you before he brings it to your folds, before painfully slowly parting them.

You twitch beneath the brush, the sensation being so so different to anything you've ever felt, but different is good in your eyes & this proved your quote as true.

He drags the brush up & down your folds, gathering your juices & painting them across your entire pussy, the full area sticky with arousal. "How does it feel baby?" he questions, his eyes looking up at you as he doesn't stop his action, wanting to see your face on how you're reacting.

"Feels weird, but I really like it, don't stop" you murmur, basking in the feeling, relaxing as you melt into the bed. "Wasn't planning on it, gonna put it on your clit now, mkay? tell me how you feel" he purrs as the brush drags from your hole all the way up to your clit before he slowly starts swirling the thin, soft & now wet brush around your clit in small circles & you buck your hips & at the same time your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Shit, feels so- dunno, good" you rasp, your fingers gripping onto the pillow that tiny bit extra as you get used to the sensation & Hyunjin chuckles from where he is.

He twists the brush in his fingers & the bristles fully engulf your clit & your legs threaten to close around him, but he is quick to shut that down by stopping his hand to speak. "Don't shut your legs, just wanna be good to you so let me" he softly murmurs before resuming his motion, pulling back your pussy so now your clit is completely exposed & he can visibly see it pulsating.

He switches from twisting the brush in his fingertips to then circling your clit with the brush before dragging it down your folds for a few seconds just to not let you think he's forgetting about that area entirely before repeating the process & the noises from your throat are getting a lot more frequent & getting louder every second.

Little 'fuck's', 'shit's' & repeating his name over & over is all you're really saying, the sensation being mind numbing & you mentally slap yourself for never thinking of this idea on your own.

Hyunjin can see your cunt pulsating & clenching around nothing & Hyunjin bites his lip in anticipation. "You gonna cum, hmm? Can see you gushing n clenching" he teases, before continuing "Just let go, wanna hear n see you enjoy yourself, so pretty f'me."

"Yea, g'na cum, don't stop, please Jinnie" you whimper, back arching off the bed as you force your legs to stay open upon Hyunjins earlier request, your eyes scrunched closed & he just smiles at your words & starts kissing your inner thighs, not changing or disrupting his rhythm at all & your orgasm shoots up your spine as your legs shake around him & your toes curl.

"Good girl, look so pretty when you cum" he murmurs, his tone soft as he moves his face to now kiss over your raw clit, moving the brush back down to your folds & hole, the brush tracing your leaking hole which makes you try hump against it, not wanting to be teased even though you're only just coming down from your orgasm.

"W-was good" you whimper, your hand reaching down to cup his cheek as you rest your weight on the other am you're using to sit up with but your arm gives out & you flop back down when he spits down onto your pussy before sucking it back up, slurping your clit in his puffy lips as he looks up at you & you can feel him smirking against you.

He lets go of your clit with a small 'pop' noise & he groans. "Taste so good, you can handle one more, I'm having too much fun" He states, lust in his voice as he moves his frame so he's sitting at the side of you as he drags the brush back up to your clit & resumes his previous action but at a slower pace, not wanting to overstimulate you too much.. not at the moment anyways.

"S-sensitive Hyune, want a break" you whimper as he shuffles upwards so he is pretty much face level with you & you can smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne that you love so much & he just smiles at you.

"You can take it, you know the safe word if it's too much, remind me what it is please angel" he states, so confident in what he is saying he has a slightly sassy tone to it.

"F-fluff- Ahh, right there!" you whine & you buck your hips into the brush & Hyunjin leans down to kiss you, ignoring the uncomfortable angle of his hand but ignores it, instead, letting himself sink into the feeling & taste of your tongue, groaning into your lips.

He leans back just enough so your lips disconnect & he squishes your cheeks together to the point your lips part & he takes this chance to spit into your mouth, a small tinge of your own taste that he didn't already transfer into your mouth during the kiss being evident & you immediately swallow it & he blushes even more.

"So gorgeous, y'know that? So perfect for me, Love you so much" he conveys as he sits back on the back of his legs & pulls your leg over his lap, giving him better access & then reaches down to use his other hand to start teasing your dripping hole & you wince.

"Put em inside, want them Jinnie" you squeak & he wants to try tease you, but he has pretty much no self control left & he listens to your request instantly, as if he is being controlled by his very own siren.

He slips not just one but two fingers into you & his long, slender fingers find your aroused G-spot the second they slip inside, his knuckles being the only part that is visible as he starts scissoring them in & out of you at a semi quick pace, slowly picking up the speed as he also picks up the pace with the paint brush & your legs can't help but spasm.

"Hyunjin, w-wanna cum, lemme cum" you whine, your hips jerking almost as quick as his fingers are moving, dying for absolutely everything he can give you. "Cum then y/n, I wouldn't ever stop you, gimme it" he replies, his voice smug.

You can feel it bubbling up in your tummy, but you know it's not like the orgasm you had just a couple of minutes prior. "G- gonna squirt Jin, d-don't" you whimper, not wanting to squirt because your brain is already mush & it's always a hundred times stronger but that doesn't deter him at all, if anything, it pushes him to keep doing it a million times more.

"I know it's stronger, want you to be spent, it's so hot gimme it, please please, cmon angel please" he pleads with you & the second you hear how desperate he is for it, you can't not give him what he wants especially when he's being so good for you.

Your orgasm squirts out of you as you squeal, spraying onto the bed, Hyunjins knuckles & the entire paint brush, he is forced to pull his fingers out of you with how much you're constricting around him & he takes the time to suckle on his fingers, groaning at your taste as his eyes roll at the second it hits his taste buds.

"That's it, that's a big one isn't it" he smirks, his voice teasing as he encourages you, in awe at the sight of you as he slowly changes the angle of his body so he's back to sitting beside you again, watching you come down from your even more intense orgasm.

You are left on the bed panting, your eyes watering & a tear or two stained into your cheeks, the overstimulation burning so good & Hyunjin throws the paint brush to the side & leans down to kiss you, his hand softly playing with your tit over your shirt & your body can't decide if it wants more of his touches or if it wants to lean away from it.

"Do you think you can handle my cock jagi? Don't stress if not" he says softly, wiping the tears from your face.

"Wanna make you c-cum, can handle it" you respond & you feel as if your skin is on fire with his touch on your face, it's so simple but you can feel the love radiating from it.

"Just say your safe word if it's too much, don't want you completely worn out, I know I've taken a lot from you, love you endlessly" he murmurs & you want to cry even more tears but not from overstimulation but from how cared for you feel.

Hyunjin helps shuffle you from the now wet spot on the bed on the bed so you're now laying on your stomach on the other half of the bed & you take it upon yourself to raise your ass for him but he pushes on your lower back until you fall & you're laying flat on the bed & you can hear him stripping his own clothes from his body & he straddles the top of your thighs & you can hear the 'shlick' noises coming from him giving himself a few jerks & you can swear you feel beads of precum drip onto your ass before he aligns himself up with your hole, before pressing the tip into your hole, begging for attention.

Hyunjin fucks his tip in & out of you for a few moments, his eyes unable to get enough with the way your seeping opening is hugging his cock so tightly before he decides he can't wait any longer & fully pushes in & you both let out a groan at the same time.

"So tight all the time, definitely not gonna last long but I'll try hold out" he pants, forcing himself to try stay still so he doesn't fuck into you too fast, but you on the other hand, have grown far too impatient to wait to adjust, your wetness is far more than enough in your humble opinion & you start trying to fuck yourself on him, but you don't get very far & you grow frustrated.

"Hyune, please!" you whimper but he can't even bring himself to laugh at your attempt, far too horny to hold himself back & he starts fucking into you & you pretty much instantly start clenching around him as you let out loud squeaks & raspy moans, Hyunjin mirroring your sounds as you both feel his cock pushing against your cervix, the painful pleasure making you drool into the duvet you're laying on.

"So-so good Hyune, to-so deep" you squeal as he rolls his hips in a slightly but extremely evident angle, making you see stars & you can't help but start wriggling beneath him, feeling another orgasm already brewing inside you.

"S-stop clenching around me so much, g-gonna cum" he whimpers, his voice shaky as his eyes are glued to the way your cunt is stretching open for him & he lets a glob of spit land on your tightest hole just to watch you squirm, trying to take his mind off how close he is to cumming.

"Gunna pull out n cum on your p-pussy n will paint it over y-your folds, so fucking tight" he continues on as he leans forward so his back is connecting with your chest, but his pace doesn't falter.

He pushes the side of your head so you're no longer pressed face down & now facing him & you both meet half way & you both share a messy kiss, your tongues mostly around each others mouths & not in each others mouths, almost tasting each others sounds as those along with the squelching noises fill the entire room & no doubt the rest of the house.

"G-y/nn I'm gonna cum, can't stop" he almost fully squeals as he pulls out & turns you over with one arm, the other arm jerking himself off & the second you're lying on your back, he shoots multiple ropes of warm cum on your lower tummy, not in the right mind to be even slightly apologetic at the fact that your shirt is now gonna be stained with cum.

You can't help but whimper & moan along with Hyunjin as he orgasms, his gorgeous face is just too much for you to handle & too gorgeous to be mad at, even if he is currently messing on your clothes.

Hyunjin is left panting above you & you both try catch your breath. Hyunjin grabs the glass of water you have on your bedside unit & helps feed you it & you finish the remainder of the water before he puts the cup away.

You use the rest of your strength to try sit up to take you both to the shower but he decides against it & stops you & puts you back in the position you were just in as he reaches to grab the still wet paint brush.

"I didn't make you cum again & I said I'd.. what was it? I'd 'paint you with cum' & I don't lie, just one more." he purrs, his voice still shaky from lack of breath as he daps some of the cum off your shirt with the brush before dragging it across your clit, making you cry out, you have only just clocked onto how long of a night this is going to be.

->Anon list & taglist are open!

@jisungml

Skz fake texts ── bf! SKZ Random sh*t you send each other Pt.5

Warning: mentions of cursing, pregnancy, suggestive, playful banter

── all fake texts

sitting in a meeting thinking about jisung absolutely pussy drunk eating you out from behind, whining and slobbering and jerking his cock until he's about to cum and isn't even eating you out anymore, just drooling all over you. he cums while sucking on your clit like a lollipop 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-may @skzms

it was his choice to have you like this. with you bent over with your face in the pillows, fully naked save for the socks on your feet that jisung had insisted you keep on, he’s got access to everything. he’s drooling all over everything too, licking over the pucker of your asshole before moving down to your pussy with a gravelly, deep moan. you keen in response - your boy’s talented, even when he’s sloppy like this.

“s’good. t-tastes so fuckin’ good, hmnnfg, oh my god,” he rambles against you, and you hear him pull away with a hum, licking his lips before he dives back in again. there’s some rustling when he moves down to suckle on your clit, the pudgy, swollen muscle encased by his rosebud lips and his tongue flicking over the bud. you whimper with it, shifting backwards, legs spreading further to let him get at anything he wants.

you only realise what’s happening when he starts to slow down. there’s some more rustling, a sharp keen into your folds, and his lips smack together over your hole messily. when you manage to turn around, jisung’s pushed his pants down to his knees and is frantically jerking his wet, leaky shaft, precum dribbling over his fist.

“oh, baby,” you coo, pushing his head back into you by his messy hair. he huffs and sighs, nuzzling his nose into your folds before his tongue starts to dart out again. it’s messy and imprecise, but you appreciate the effort, wiggling backwards onto his mouth. jisung moans again at this, and the vibrations have your legs shaking too, pushing him in further by his hair. “eat it, jisungie, don’t g-get distracted!”

“i c’nt!” his tone is high, his fist quickening on his length. you can hear how wet it is just from him licking your pussy, and he absentmindedly sucks on your clit between his own loud noises. he whines again, shifts on his knees, and you hear it when he cums - the release hits the bed, right below your pussy, and all jisung can do is shake through it while he suckles on your clit with muffled moans.

a beat passes, and he pulls away with renewed urgency, hands scrabbling at your thighs to flip you over. you see him then, eyes biting with tears from his quick orgasm and his mouth wet and plushy. he only offers you a sweet gummy smile, hair floppy on his forehead, before he’s situating back between your legs again.

“brief intermission! sorry, my baby. i got carried away.”

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D U D E !

HAPPY JISUNG DAY!

There’s a moment of happiness, and it comes out of the blue. So, I think happiness is like a visiting guest. It may not be big, or grandiose. I think that’s what happiness is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAN JISUNG ♡ SEPTEMBER 14, 2000

Happy Han Day!! 🐹💙✨