Maybe Tmr Ill Finally Post Another Drabble
maybe tmr i’ll finally post another drabble
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# ... I'VE BEEN THINKING ( 001. )
pairing. han jisung x gn!reader
genre. straddling, coming untouched, making out, grinding, sub leaning!han, hair pulling, it's sweet tbh
wordcount. 500
disclaimer. mature content under the cut. minors do not interact.
jisung was growing sloppy. heat radiated from his entire body, his legs slightly parted as your straddled him. it was as if he did not know where to put his hands, they traveled up and down your body—pinching your butt, tickling your spine or grazing your chest. so many possibilities that his brain could not compute. all jisung could think about was your tongue twirling around with his and your heat pressing against his lower abdomen.
you took a handful of his hair and lightly pulled at it, earning a low moan from your boyfriend as you parted to breathe. he slightly opened his eyes and noticed that you were already looking at him. jisung whined under you and that noise had your mind racing. the want and need in his eyes, the way he desperately tried to keep you sat down on his lap, causing friction you knew felt delicious to him—everything about this made you want to ruin him. making out with jisung always brought you to dangerous territorycould anyone blame you? jisung was so eager to show you how good you made him felt.
making out always got him going. he would moan in your mouth, gasp as your fingers traveled down his chest and cry out when you would finally grind down on him. you did not want to tease him when he was being so good to you. meanwhile, your brain told you to stop moving your hips and remain sitted right where you were, pressing against where he wanted you to be.
jisung wanted to kiss you again, you could tell by the way he held his spit glazed lips slightly parted. he pleaded with his eyes, grabbed ahold of your shirt and brought his face closer to yours in an attempt to close the distance between your faces. at first you denied him and he whined again. he too knew which buttons to push. smiling down at him, you went back in to pepper kisses all over his face at first, everywhere but the area he wanted your attention to be focused on. you nibbled at his neck, mouthed at his jaw and pecked the corner of his mouth.
but jisung grew impatient, and you could tell by the way his thighs tensed up under you. so, you indulged him and kissed him senseless again. you were met with the amount of enthusiasm you expected. his hips bucked up instantly and his tongue found its way inside your mouth without even you trying to fight against it. you tried to ground his ass to the couch but he was stronger than you, managing to grind up against you.
suddenly, a gasp. a bite on your lower lip and his thighs trembled. surprised, you opened your eyes to look at him. inching your face away from his, you watched as he furrowed his brow and let out a shaky sigh. jisung would not look up, embarrassed.
"did you-"
"i didn't mean to." he started, voice low and out of breath. he closed his eyes and bit his lip to ground himself a little bit more. "felt too good."
you grinned and cradled his cheeks. at the soft touch, jisung's honeyed orbs fluttered open. "that's fine babe. wanna keep going?"
"please, don't stop."
kisses and hugs from river.
warnings: somewhat dubcon, degradation, rough sex, off-screen aftercare.
“good girl,” minho whispers, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off your forehead and planting a gentle kiss on the skin there, “my good kitty.”
his words are a stark contrast to his actions, two hands gripping roughly at your thighs while his cock thrusts in and out of you steadily. you feel limp in his hands, completely numb as he fucks you through your second orgasm. you are convinced you can’t feel pleasure anymore; you know you’re wrong the moment his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, solid circles. your body jerks violently at the touch, your hands clutching minho, scratching his abs roughly. he merely snorts.
you can see he’s not totally unaffected; he clenches his jaw when he touches your pussy, probably a direct result from your cunt tensing around his cock. but he’s nowhere close to the state you are in, thoroughly overstimulated by the two orgasms you’ve already had, thighs trembling as small ‘uh, uh, uh'’s escape your lips, your brain’s unable to form any coherent words anymore. you can’t even beg; you wouldn’t know what you would be begging for anyway.
“is that good?” he asks: a rhetorical question. of course it’s good. if it was bad, you would’ve said so. but you can’t even form the words anymore.
minho’s cock is sufficient, bigger than you’d see some men carry, and his perfect aim causes him to wreck your g-spot every single time. maybe the initial stretch, where he soothes you by bending over and kissing your lips softly, rubbing your back and whispering, “biiig stretch, yeah, there you go,” was painful, but you’re eventually only left with delirious pleasure.
you’re confused when you suddenly feel a sharp pain run through your body, and your head immediately snaps down to look at the place that the feeling originated from; a wide-eyed minho with his thumb and pointer finger around the bud of your clit, his head cocked sideways in curiosity. his face contorts into pure bliss as suddenly you clench around his cock.
“you like that? you like it when i hurt you, when i pinch your clit like that?” your face heats up at the comment, but it also sends a delicious shiver up your cunt. minho barks out something akin to a laugh, but it’s not that wholly, because his cock twitches inside of you, and you realize he’s cumming, a hot liquid spreading itself inside.
minho must’ve been surprised. you were a softie, not feisty or mean or rough ever, at least not if you weren’t pissed off. he must’ve thought you hated anything but vanilla sex, hell, judging by the look on his face the pinch was probably just an accident, but there is little that made you feel quite as good as what minho just did.
“jesus christ, i can’t fucking believe you,” minho breathes heavily, still inside your cunt to come down from his high, “who would’ve thought my good kitty was such a slut?” well, that gets your brain running again.
“‘m not a slut,” you slur, gently pulling away from his grip, his cock slipping out of your glossy cunt. you forget minho is much, much stronger than you, and in bare seconds you’re right back where you were. minho laughs, a real one this time.
“you’re not a slut? how are you gonna explain that you like being hurt so much, then?” you whine, struggling against the hard grip minho has on your wrists, but not being able to move an inch. you give a kick against his shins in an attempt to escape.
you realize it’s a wrong move - or maybe a right one - as minho lets out a barely audible groan, and a flat hand spanks you on the side of your thigh. it stings, you realize, and squeal. minho grabs you firmly by the jaw and holds your face right in front of his, noses touching. you can’t call it an eskimo kiss; not with the unfiltered anger in his eyes and the strong hold he has on you.
“you answer with your words, brat. not by picking a fight,” he begins, moving the hand that isn’t on your mouth to your hair and hoisting you a few inches up by it, “because if you do, you’re gonna get it back twice as badly. you understand?”
you understand, you’re far from stupid. you spit in his face nonetheless.
for a second, there is nothing but a shocked silence as minho moves a hand up to his face, experimentally feeling the saliva on his cheek. his eyes are as wide and confused as a little earlier. they harden instantly, but it feels as if it stretches to eternity, everything moving in slow motion. he grits his teeth, says nothing, and swiftly twists your body until you're on your stomach. next, he uses one hand to push your head into the soft pillow with a not-so-soft movement and uses the other the wrap his arm around your waist and push your hips upwards. he does not let you get used to any feeling; his cock is snug inside you immediately, pressing in and out without mercy. you think you scream, but you aren’t sure because your ears are filled with white noise, and the pillow muffles most of your sounds.
“oh, you’re not a slut,” he says between thrusts, not mockingly, totally serious, “you’re all mine. my personal fucking painslut.” his words are mean, insults thrown onto you. terrifyingly enough, you feel your body flush with pleasure, becoming hotter and hotter. minho groans and cums for the second time that evening, and exactly that does it for you; his cum squelching between his thrusts, dripping out of your cunt on the bed, his rough words, “mine to fucking breed.”
you come and collapse onto the bed, your shivering legs unable to hold you up any longer. minho slaps your thigh one last time, but it’s more gentle and loving than before, and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering: “my fucking baby, aren’t you?”
BOOB SIGHTING TITS TITS TITS
too much?; hjs
tags: han jisung x fem!reader, smut, dry humping, not proof read:,)
“slow down, baby,” jisung breathed, pulling his lips away to get the words out before eagerly returning to their rightful spot against yours. it’d been too long since you’d seen your boyfriend, his tour lasting a few months with little breaks in between for him to come home to you.
tonight, though, you had him all to yourself.
you pounced on him from the moment he walked through the door, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take all of him, but not even having the patience to do so.
your hips rolled against his as you straddled him on the couch, your fingers traveling from his long brown hair, to his sensitive chest, and down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting your hips along his crotch despite his whines to slow down. you couldn’t get enough of each other.
as far away as he could go and for as long as he needed to be gone, your lips never forgot how to mold around each other in the right way. you knew the ins and outs of each others bodies and no amount of time apart could make any moment together less special and intimate than the last.
you pulled away from his spent lips to explore his neck, sucking and biting around the area enough to border pain and pleasure.
“missed you,” you purred into his skin, leaving sloppy kisses on each mark you made. jisung couldn’t hold back his low whines, desperation evident through his hard-on that you felt twitch under his pants with each grind of your lower body. “i need you so bad.”
“i-i want…” jisung cut himself off with a groan, throwing his head back and bucking up into you at a particularly hard bite against his neck, unable to contain his own movements.
“missed you so much,” he continued. “wanna fuck you so bad, baby. wanna ruin you… s-slow down,” his voice almost came out as a whimper, feeling his high approach a little too quickly for his liking. he couldn’t help it, you were driving him crazy.
once you pulled away to look at him, you took notice of how fucked out he already seemed. his lips were parted and glistening with a mixture of yours and his saliva, and his eyes fluttered every time your nails grazed the slimness of his waist.
at that moment, you realized you had him wrapped around your finger.
“ ‘s it too much for you, sungie?” you asked, your eyes never breaking contact with his as you pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it somewhere to be forgotten. his eyes fell to your bare chest, and he looked like he could cum at just the sight alone.
you took your soft breasts into your palms and pushed them into each other, putting on the best show you could for the practically hypnotized man underneath you. your hips never stopped circling his cock, restricted by the fabric of his boxers but the friction delicious against his most sensitive parts.
jisung let out sharp whines at each grind, signaling how close he was from only a bit of dry humping. his brows were furrowed together and his eyes were shut, his mind trying to focus on anything except how he was about to ruin his boxers. “baby, s-stop, i-i-“
“you’re close, yeah?” you purred into his ear, kissing the lobe before moaning softly. he shook his head in denial, but you didn’t miss the way his back arched off the sofa as he held back a groan.
“let me fuck you, please,” he finally opened his eyes and stared up at you, his desperate, sultry gaze somehow making you wetter than you already were. it was tempting to give in, but the thought of your boyfriend making a mess of himself underneath you was even more tempting.
“wanna see you cum first,” you moaned in response, the pace you set with your hips increasing gradually. “wanna see you make a mess for me, will you? will you let me see?” and with that, it was like you set off a trigger in his brain.
jisung’s eyes rolled and he threw his head back, succumbing to your demands. “fuucck, oh fuck,” he groaned. “i’m so close, b-baby, keep going like that, j-just like that…”
his chants grew into incoherent babbling as his knees flexed underneath you, his hips meeting yours in each grind. it only took you reaching your hands under the fabric of his shirt to massage his nipples for him to finally cum with a loud moan.
“fuck!” he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut and his hips thrusting on their own accord to ride out his orgasm. “shit, fuck, oh my god,” he panted, burying his head into your neck.
you placed a hand on his hair and waited for him to come back to you, rubbing his scalp in light circles. when he looked back up at you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “missed me?” you teased, glancing down at the wet spot on his crotch.
his cheeks flushed and he laughed, his forehead resting on yours. “obviously,” he hummed, still winded from the intensity of his orgasm.
you attempted to pull your body off of his, but your boyfriend’s hands gripped your waist and pulled you back down. as tired as he was, he smirked at you and said, “don’t think we’re finished yet, you still haven’t came.”