D U D E !

D U D E !

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. 

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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…”

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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🤍

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