Idk If Anyone Gonna See This But Anyone Ever Get Dick So Good U Start Dreaming Abt That Shit
idk if anyone gonna see this but anyone ever get dick so good u start dreaming abt that shit
only got said dick only three (3) times before he left to the militaryđđđ good things canât last forever
said dick also belongs to my best friends brother so thereâs a lot of complications w this one
might have to write this one out folks
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SYNOPSIS â„ After being banished for repeatedly fraternizing with his worshippers, The God of Infatuation has to find a single devotee to end his exile and earn his godhood back.
When he arrogantly steps into that debauched rock club for what he thinks is one last palate cleanser, he has no idea he's about to meet the woman that will bring him to his knees.
Literally and figuratively.
â» This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

â„ God/Rockstar!Hyunjin x Rockstar!Reader (f): Urban Fantasy, Dark Romance, Erotica
â„ Commissioned by @skzfelixlove
â â Not suitable for readers who might get triggered by rough play and/or themes of sexual deviance. The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.
â â Reader discretion advised: Morally bankrupt characters overall, religious undertones, rockstar-typical unhinged behavior, kink introduction/exploration, obsession, stalking/invasion of privacy, potential horror elements, crass & heavily objectifying language, explicit sexual content, violence.
â„ Tagging â Happy to! Please only ask to be tagged if you will be meaningfully interacting. Thank you!
CONTENT · Coming soon...

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and they were roommates!

{ 3racha roommates au masterlist } ă masterlist ă
â non-idol au! a series of one-shots taking place in a spacious apartment initially rented by Chan, Changbin & Jisung. But there's one room still available, and their building happens to be close to your workplace...

âAmerican Whiskey { Chan x Reader (f) } âSoju { Minho x Reader (f), Jisung x Reader (f) } âIce cold vodka { Hyunjin x Reader (f), Chan x Reader (f) } to be posted

âwarnings: non-idol au, explicit sexual content, drinking, consensual & drunken sex, protected & unprotected sex. each work has/will have its own warnings! these works are intended for adult audiences onlyâminors DNI!

SO GOOD. IM SWEATING



Three Times Again
Pairing â Hyunjin & Reader Wordcount â 6,171 words Includes â Fem!reader, mentions of alcohol consumption, smut (warnings under the cut). Author's Note â Finished college, graduated with a psychology degree and a 98.8/100 general score, I now have a serious, serious job and I haven't written anything in eight or nine months so this is the best I can do at this point. This might be a bit rusty but honestly I'm happy I was able to write something for the first time in so long. Don't think I forgot about you folks, I never will! Hope you didn't forget about me either.

Smut Warnings â Virgin AND inexperienced reader paired with somewhat experienced male character, best friends trope. Use of petnames, praise and worship if you squint, very very delicate smut if i'm being honest. Fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, lots of making out and kisses, protected sex, mentions and use of condom, piv.

It was bound to happen.
Hyunjin knew it. You knew it. All of your friends knew it.Â
Rather sooner than later, it was just bound to happen.Â
The four walls on his bedroom and the remnants of the incense smoke are lively witnesses of the tension unraveling âa tension that lasted enough for the two of you, and that is now slowly causing havoc with each of your heartbeats.
It all started with a simple, pointless "truth or dare" kind of game, you and your friend's very own rendition: truth or shot. You asked each other's questions, and you could choose between replying or chugging down a shot of liquid courage. No room for those "lick the floor" or "text your ex" shenanigans.Â
Of course the catch was that after 3 or 4 rounds, your headspace wasn't as sober as initially. And after a series of shots, one would eventually start spitting out just truths that cannot be spoken after the sun rises.
âDonât think about it,â Hyunjin begs in between kisses, dragging his swollen lips along your shoulders and neck. His hands are roaming underneath your clothes, getting familiar with your body while feeling your warmth. âPlease, donât think about itâ.Â
You can't. And you try not to.Â
At least not when the sensations of his wet lips teasing your skin becomes too much to handle in a span of minutes, or when the ghost trailing of his fingertips against your flesh is making you turn desperate for him.
But it is difficult.
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â you whisper, the logical, still functioning part of your brain tries to protest. Despite how aroused you are, and despite how receptive your body is to that of Hyunjin's. âWeâre- youâre my best friend Hyunjinâ.Â
âAnd youâre mine,â he hums against your skin, only lifting his gaze when you bury your fingers a bit too harshly onto his dark hair locks, âis that so wrong?â
His words get underneath your skin in ways that they shouldn't, and you start kissing your rationality goodbye as Hyunjin nibbles softly at the flesh where your shoulders and neck connect.
âYouâre- we are going to regret this,â you exhale, ironically locking your arms around his neck. Your words are only saying much, but your body is risking it all to let him know that you want this just as much as he does. âWhat if- you wake up tomorrow and think this was a mistake?â
The dark-haired lets out a quiet groan, filled with both amusement and despair. âHow can this be a mistake?â he asks, moving one of his hands from your hips to your thighs, sneaking it between your shorts and your underwear, âhow can it be a mistake when I've waited years to have you like this, all for me?â.Â
You arch your back against the palm of his hand.Â
âHyunjin,â you exhale his name once again, but you're not quite sure what for. It could be a plea, or the beginning of a sentence you can't begin to articulate in a situation like this. It could also be the familiarity of the word falling from your lips in between moans âyou would be such a filthy liar if you were to deny having touched yourself while thinking about your friend before.Â
Either way, Hyunjin never really thought of his name that much until now, that he's hearing you moaning it.Â
âYeah?â he asks with a weak hum, getting lost in the way you smell, âtalk to meâ.Â
âF-fuck,â you murmur weakly, the stinging feeling of tears pricking on the corners of your eyes. Youâre about to cry, but you don't know why. Blame it on the alcohol, the sudden release of that secret you've kept years locked inside of you, or the overwhelming sensation Hyunjinâs skin is, âpromise me something-â.Â
Your friend is all too busy engraving every single inch of your skin into his brain. Every freckle, mole and stretch mark, he needs to memorize your flesh like it's a map. He wants to remember how it looks underneath the dim light of his room, proof that this all happened and it's not just another wet dream of his.
âAnything,â he says, with such a raspy voice it's vibrations travel from the skin spilling out from your bra up until your throbbing center, âask me anythingâ.Â
You gather all your courage within you to lift your upper body from the mattress, resting your weight on your forearms and causing Hyunjin to take a slight step back from you.
âPromise me this isn't going to change a thing in our friendship,â you murmur, your chest moving up and down almost frantically. Hyunjin's dark eyes are all over yours, with a subtle furrow in his brows that just tells you he's still trying to get a hold on everything that's happening. âPromise me, Hyunjinâ.Â
You're honestly asking for a lot. How can he promise such a thing, when he is already missing the warmth of your skin? How can he pretend nothing is going to change, when tomorrow he will wake up with the ghostly feeling of your pussy around his dick?
Hyunjin will say yes. Hyunjin will say that he promises you something he knows he is not going to fulfill. And honestly, he can play pretend. You're not going to be able to tell, and he is not going to say it.Â
But Hyunjin knows everything is going to change the minute he gets to feel your lips on his again. He knows nothing will ever be the same once he bottoms out inside you, hearing you moaning and gasping while he fucks you however you ask him to.
âI promise,â he swallows the lie thickly, staring at you between furrowed eyebrows. âI fucking promise just- please let me have you, pleaseâ.Â
You're staring at each other with hitched breath, rapid heartbeats and an insane amount of uncertainty neither of you can sort out.Â
âPlease let me taste you,â Hyunjin plants a chaste kiss right above your hip bone.
And then another.Â
And another.
And another.
âPlease,â he begs again, humming your name. âLet me make you feel real goodâ.Â
You close your eyes in defeat, getting immersed in the way his hot lips feel against your tummy. He is kissing, and licking, and nibbling at your flesh, it's practically impossible not to give in when all that's left is your word consenting to it.
âPlease,â Hyunjin insists, the tip of his fingers grazing against the hems of your skirt and underwear. âSay you want this just as much as I doâ.Â
You whine, kicking your head back.
âSay it,â he repeats, whispering your name. âI need to hear it from you. I need to know that you want me like I want youâ.Â
âI want this,â you finally confess. âI want this- fuck, I want you, Hyunjinâ.Â
The words leave your lips with a shakily breath, and you think it might be the release of it all.
His lips crash into yours once again, and you realize how much you missed his taste despite having kissed him just minutes ago. Hyunjin's saliva tastes like plum soju, mint and your strawberry gloss, and your heart skips a beat at the realization that this is real, that this is happening âyour taste and essence lingers in Hyunjin's mouth, and there's no turning back now.Â
The closer your bodies are, the more your fragrances mix. You can't tell his smell apart from yours, and he can't tell either âyour hands smell like his lotion, and his shirt smells like your perfume.
Your mind spirals into all the sensations he is providing you with, that is until his hands sneak underneath your blouse and you get to feel his hot flesh against the sides of your body.
Then, your mind goes blank.
Your blood boils, you feel the heat rising to your chest, cheeks and ears. You feel exposed, in a way, but you're sure things aren't going to end there.
Hyunjin has seen nothing of you just yet.
"Can I take this off?" His hands are still attached to your waist underneath your clothes, and as far as you're concerned he could be talking about your shirt or your bra. You want those two off anyways, so you nod and agree to whatever he is thinking.
Things unfold in slow motion to your eyes, but everything is happening pretty fast, actually. In the blink of an eye your blouse is scattered around his bedroom floor, and it doesn't take too long before his t-shirt is joining yours there, too.Â
Between all the kisses and pettings, you feel the loss of his warmth when he takes a step back. Then, you feel really exposed.
Apart from your heavy breaths and fast heartbeats, the room is completely quiet. So quiet it scares you, so you break the silence with a muffled "what?".
Hyunjin's straight eyebrows furrow just slightly, and he parts his lips to say something yet nothing comes out of them. Nothing but a deep, trembling exhale; it sounds like the equivalent to being able to finally breath after being underwater for so long.
âWhat, Hyunjin?â You repeat with a stern voice, fearing he might've started to regret the whole thing. He is unreadable âas far as you're concerned, he could be having second thoughts about this stupid idea. You wouldn't blame it for it.
But when he drops to his knees in front of you, and his hands find the waistband of your skirt, you get the sense that he might not be regretting any of this at all.
âSo pretty,â he mutters, with rounded eyebrows like crescent moons and big, open eyes as he stares up at you, âyouâre so, so prettyâ.Â
The compliment takes your breath away, and the skin on your nape and back short-circuits as if an explosion of electricity itâs taking place underneath your flesh.
"You really think so?" You're not quite sure what prompts you to ask such a question, but you figure you should let yourself get loose. The last thing you want for tonight is to hold back, because that isn't the idea.
You're doing this with Hyunjin for a reason, and said reason is because you trust him.
Without holding back, without overthinking, without hesitating. There will be plenty of time to reflect on whatever happens tonight, but right now isn't the time.
At least not when Hyunjin is kneeling in front of you, holding so much adoration in his eyes you swear you finally feel those butterflies people keep talking about.
âI know so,â he reiterates, âjust look at youâ.Â
Your eyes fall to where his hands meet with your skirt, and this time he asks for consent with just his gaze. You nod and swallow thickly, watching as his fingers expertly dance along the hems of your skirt.
You want to shy away, to cover yourself and evaporate into thin air âat the same time, Hyunjin wants to look at you. You want him to be the first one to see you naked, to touch parts of your body nobody has before. You want to see his expression, to wonder what he will do when the realization of having you in his bed finally sinks in.
Because up until now, everything feels like a fever dream to him.
You stand in front of the edge of his bed, and watch as he undresses you. His hands trace the path of the skirt, from your thighs to your calves, and only looks up when it reaches your ankles, signaling for you to step out of it.
The color and fabric of your panties match those of the bra, and for a split second Hyunjin feels played.Â
Did you plan it? Have you been thinking about this as much as he has?
It could be a coincidence, but it isn't âat some point throughout the night, you and Hyunjin were bound to happen. And you both knew it.
âFuck,â he curses under his breath, standing up from the floor right in front of you. His eyes are all over your face, his hands are shy and you get the feeling that he might kiss you, but all he does is press his lips against yours and murmurs, âyou make me feel so- fuck, I donât even knowâ.Â
You appreciate Hyunjin's sincerity, because honestly you don't know either. All you know is the adrenaline running through your veins, and the palpitations you feel underneath your left rib cage and between your thighs.
All you know is that you want Hyunjin to fuck you. Whether it's painful, or not. Whether you get to feel some pleasure, or not. All you want is for him to be your first, to be the one you experience sex for the first time like everyone around you already has.
It's actually more complicated than that, than just experiencing, but you don't dwell on it for long.
âDonât think about it too much,â you suggest, just as fazed as he is. âDonât think about anything just- do whatever you wantâ.
Hyunjin is unsure of what he is doing, judged by the hesitation behind his movements. He holds you by the small of your back and presses you tightly against his body, so close the tip of your noses are grazing against each other.
âStop me if I hurt you,â he whispers with shortness of breath, âalright?â
You nod and swallow thickly, âokayâ.Â
Inevitably, Hyunjin feels a pressure over his shoulders. He knows it is your first time.Â
You deserve something memorable, something that it's all about you.Â
Sure, his dick is hard and throbbing, and he swears he is one second away from exploding inside his pants, but he is willing to leave his pleasure aside for yours.
He'd have other opportunities to get his dick wet and other chances to experiment. Right now it should be all about you, about making you feel good.
And under that thought, he kisses you again.Â
Soft and slowly, dragging the tip of his fingers along the middle of your back. His tongue brushes against yours and you completely forget about the concept of oxygen.
It doesn't matter now that Hyunjin's breath is everything you need to respire.
His fingers keep lingering in the hooks of your bra, and it surprises you how he is able to get it off of you on his own.
"No man ever gets it right the first time," your best friend had told you amidst laughter. But Hyunjin just did in his first try. He is just naturally good at everything he does; excelling at random tasks, always getting things perfectly from the very start.
You hardly think about how naked you're in comparison to him, because he presses his chest to yours and your breasts become squeezed by his golden skin. You feel your nipples hardening against him, and youâre fully aware he can feel them too.
Fuck, he can feel them. And his cock gets even harder by that alone.Â
âLet me see you,â Hyunjin whispers under his breath, but you wrap your arms around his neck, preventing him from taking a step back from you. You shake your head, feeling abruptly overwhelmed by his embrace, as well as the cold air hitting your skin.
âNo one has ever seen me naked,â you say.
He knows.
âI want to see you, if you let me,â he swallows thickly, brushing his nose against yours. âPlease, let me see youâ.
Hyunjin feels your arms releasing some strength, falling limp over his shoulders, and he takes that as an opportunity to walk back just enough to see you.
All of you.
Everything he shouldn't fantasize about, but he does.Â
âGod,â he exhales with a strangled breath, doing everything he possibly can to remain collected.
But it's irrational, and impossible. How can he remain calm when you're standing naked in front of him? Your skin is covered in goosebumps, your nipples are hard and the dark, wet patch on your cotton underwear just tells him that your body needs something only he can give you. How can he be calm throughout any of this?
He canât, and he is finally coming to terms with it.
âItâs not fair,â you murmur, slyly crossing your arms over your chest, âIâm practically naked, and you still have your pants onâ.Â
Hyunjin listens, but decides to ignore you. Instead, his hands find your crossed arms and he motions for you to drop them, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you one more time.
He swears he might never get tired of kissing you, ever.
âLay down,â he presses desperate, short kisses against your lips, and you follow his guidance until your back meets the softness of the comforter.
His hands hold the sides of your body, only to drag the last piece of clothing off from your body. And it happens all too fast, that you don't even have time to shy away. Hyunjin lays down between your spread legs, with his hands and arms hooked underneath your thighs, half-lidded eyes looking right at yours.
âRemember,â Hyunjin warns, and the feeling of his warm breath against your core feels too weird and unfamiliar, you mean to close your legs around him but he doesn't allow you to, âtell me if I hurt youâ.Â
Your heart would have exploded inside your chest at the sight, but it doesn't until Hyunjin's tongue meets your pussy for the first time. Then, you feel your heartbeats ringing loudly in your ears.
âShit,â you curse under your breath, holding up your weight with your forearms.
âYouâre dripping wet,â he murmurs, nose brushing against your clit while his tongue collects all your arousal, âyou must have been wanting this for so longâ.
You writhe under his hold, feeling weakened by his words. Your chest feels heavy, and there's a tension on your lower back that prompts you to grind your hips against his face, practically begging for him to do something.
And he does âthe tip of his digits slide against your folds, exploring you. He focuses his tongue on your clit, and by that alone you swear you're seeing stars. You thought the stimulation would pretty much feel like your fingers or toys, but it's nothing close to that. It feels foreign, out of your control, and you like that.
âHow do you touch yourself?â Hyunjin asks with a deep voice you swear you can't recognize.Â
Instead of replying, you guide one of your hands to his, that is already wet and sticky, and take two of his fingers, âput them insideâ.Â
He follows your orders, sinking his index and middle finger with such an ease it surprises both of you. Normally, it would take you a while to get wet on your own âright now, it seems that your body is reacting to Hyunjin much faster than you expected.
âSo fucking warm,â the mutter is more to himself than to you, but you still catch it. And for some reason, the sound of his voice makes you clench harder around his fingers, âand so tightâ.Â
âDonât say that,â you kick your head back, closing your eyes shut.
âI know you like it,â he says, a small smile creeping through the corners of his lips, âI can feel itâ.Â
There it is, again. Your walls flutter around his fingers, squeezing them softly at every word he says.
âYou like it when I tell you how wet you are?â Hyunjinâs voice is gradually lower now, and his choice of words has the desired effect on you, âdonât lie, I can feel you getting tighterâ.Â
This may be better than any lie detector the world has come to know. Discovered by none other than Hyunjin, right before any other guy all over you could.
âShit,â you curse under your breath, your fingers instinctively latching to his black hair. You don't mean to pull it, but you find yourself using it as leverage, and Hyunjin finds himself groaning at it, âseems like I've discovered something about you tooâ.
He smiles and presses his lips and nose further against you, pretending to know every single inch of your core with his tongue. It's the first time he has you like this, and he isn't quite sure if he is doing alright âa couple of soft whimpers and quiet, strangled moans are falling from your lips, but that isnât enough for Hyunjin.
"What else do you do?" He asks, and the question comes out more as a whimper than a casual, nonchalant voice. He is clearly affected by all of this, and you can tell by his hips rut against his bed as he touches you. âWhen you touch yourself, what else do you do?âÂ
One of your hands leaves his dark hair, and guide to your breasts. It always goes a little bit like that âyour dominant hand maneuvers the toy against your clit, and your other hand focuses on your breasts and nipples, pinching and twisting them as you like.
Fuck, well, that's going to be a sight imprinted in Hyunjin's mind forever. The way your back arches as soon as your fingers tease your nipples, the way your chest elevates with a deep inhale. The way your hips buck against Hyunjin's touch, and how your toes curl just slightly at the stimulation.
He soon focuses again on his task, pumping two of his fingers inside you while his tongue takes care of your clit that has become more swollen than initially.Â
He is doing anything he can to get to know you, to see how his touch is affecting you. And when his middle finger touches a spot inside your walls that he hadn't before, and you let out a guttural moan of his name, Hyunjin stops short.
âDid I-âÂ
He must think he hurt you. But it's all quite the opposite.Â
âRight there,â you shake your head frantically, acquiring strength from, practically, nowhere to push your body up in your forearms again, âshit, again, do it againâ.
And he complies. His middle finger curls, and the reaction he gets is the same, if not more pronounced, from you.
âYouâre fucking dripping,â repeatedly, he manages to find a pace of his own. His fingers move slowly and deliciously inside of you, almost always touching that spot that has you moaning louder than before. That, added with the suck of his mouth around your clit, sends you to cloud 9.
You've never felt this before, on your own, and it scares you.
It feels more intense, and slightly painful. Your lower back hurts, you're sweating and you fear you might pee.Â
It definitely feels as if you're going to pee.
âHyunjin!â You gasp, your hands pushing him away, âI feel- âm gonna make a messâ.Â
His heart is beating loud in his ears, and he feels the pressure of your thighs squeezing his face. The quick thought that he might be hurting you flies across Hyunjin's mind, but is quickly discarded when your hips move in sensual circles against him.
You must be close.
âWait!â You gasp, and Hyunjin withdraws from between your legs, but his fingers continue fucking your pussy with an increased pace, âG-god, fuck, Iâm-â.
Youâre babbling, not making any sense. And Hyunjin feels his dick leaking precum, sticking to his underwear. Never in all his years of life had he been this hard, and it's hurting him to no end. At the same time, it feels deliciously torturing.Â
He just fears he might come untouched.
âClose?â Hyunjin asks, and you just nod frantically.Â
As if an expert, his palm hits your clit every time he bottoms his fingers out inside of you. A part of him tells him he should position himself back between your legs and make you come with his mouth and fingers; the other, however, urges him to crawl up, between kneeling and lying next to you, as his available hand guides your chin to him.
The sight is even better like this, Hyunjin thinks âyour teary eyes and the hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks with sweat is something he might never be able to forget.
The way you're staring at him like you're scared, and confused, and oh so aroused. He is the reason behind your body shaking and your hands gripping the bed sheets underneath you; the reason behind your cries and whimpers, and the wetness between your legs.
All because of him.
"I think I'm coming," you manage to spit out in a strangled breath, and soon after lose complete control over your body.
Your back arches against his bed, your legs close around his wrist, and your body threatens to push him away. But Hyunjin doesn't let you âhe embraces you, holding you in place as you ride your high.Â
âThere you go,â he murmurs, with a soft smile creeping through the corners of his lips.
Your trembling hand wraps around his bicep, and you can barely open your eyes without tearing up. Whatever just happened, you haven't experienced it before.
âHyunjin,â you whimper yet again, feeling how your walls clench over and over around his fingers. It tired you, both mentally and physically âyour toes feel funny from clenching them much, your legs are sore from being spread open for a while now, and your hips feel tired from all the tension that suddenly snapped minutes ago, âholy fuck, Hyunjinâ.Â
âIâm right here,â he tells you while leaving a quick kiss on your lips.
And then another.
And another.
And another, until it turns into a proper kiss, one that isnât nearly as sloppy or fast as the ones he offered you before. This time, Hyunjin kisses you slowly, carefully, almost as if he is trying to soothe all that tension with his lips.
You place your hands on either side of his face, and he does the same âwith ease, he manages to position himself on top of you, with so much care not to put all his weight on top. Hyunjin only breaks the kiss to look at you, and the way your lips form a subtle "o" when you feel his erection pressed against your lower abdomen is enough for him to run out of breath.
âWe donât have to- I mean, we donât have to do it tonight,â Hyunjin murmurs, his lips barely touching yours. âWe can stop right here, Iâm okay with-âÂ
âLetâs do it,â you notice how he swallowed thickly and how his bright eyes resembling a deer caught in the headlights stare at you with just the same amount of fear and lust.Â
To be your first; to mess around together, to experience what sex is all about.
You want this, and he wants this just as much. There's trust, and there is a promise ânothing can go wrong because that's exactly why you're doing it with each other.
Because there's no one else in this world you trust more than Hyunjin.
âOkay,â he exhales, backing away from your body to fully undress himself. And although it's not prohibited to look, you feel insanely awkward when your eyes meet his figure.
Hyunjin doesn't show much skin, not even during the summer days when you visited the beach or his parent's lake house. Seeing him shirtless was already much of a shock, but seeing him fully naked? That is a whole other story.
You feel your cheeks blushing and you need to look away before Hyunjin catches you staring, but it is already too late.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, forcing yourself to keep contact with his eyes rather somewhere else.
Hyunjin licks his lips, and he does so in such a swift movement that it barely registers in your mind. But it does, and you can't stop thinking how attractive he is, and how awfully aroused he is making you feel. It's like your body has a mind of its own, one that's completely enticed by him.
âCâme here,â he kneels in the bed again, hovering your body. His erection pressed against your lower abdomen once again, and you let out an unexpected, almost embarrassing moan just by that alone.
He is hard, and his dick feels warm. You can't help but sneak a hand between your bodies and wrap it around him, making him curse under his breath.
It's the first time you see (in real life, anyway) and touch a dick; you're not sure what you were expecting, but the feeling of it isn't bad. However, it isnât as nice as the sight of Hyunjin's eyes closed shut, and his bottom lip caught between his lips.
âIf you touch me again, I'm going to come,â he warns you.
âAnd isnât that what you want?â You ask, stroking him softly. Youâre barely discovering how to touch him, but thereâs something pleasant about the way youâre exploring him.
âNot before fucking you,â Hyunjin tells you, âI have to make you feel good againâ.
He straightens his body slightly and puts a condom on. It is tight around the base, and too slippery for his own liking, but he can't complain about it when you're patiently waiting for him.Â
Your eyes never abandon his figure, and just the sight of him unwrapping a fucking condom and putting it on is more than enough to make you clench around thin air. And you're too lost in that thought, of how strikingly beautiful Hyunjin looks tonight, that you don't feel any sort of panic until the tip of his dick slides against your slit.
This is really happening, you think to yourself, and suddenly all the oxygen from the room has vanished, leaving you with a heavy chest and an awful sensation that you're choking.
âYou okay?â He asks when he catches a glimpse of your furrowed eyebrows.
âJust nervous,â your eyes dart between his face and the parts of your bodies where you almost meet. You've heard awful stories about first times, involving a lot of pain and discomfort; why would yours be any different than those?
You feel your heart beating in anticipation, and your throat gets dry.
âI'm not going to hurt you,â Hyunjin says, leaning down to kiss you, âIâll be carefulâ.Â
You nod, because you know he is telling the truth. So you brace yourself by holding his biceps, watching as he guides his dick inside of you.
âInhale,â he tells you, and you follow. Your lungs get filled with fresh air until they hurt, until you no longer can harbor any more oxygen.
And only then, the tip of it slides right in easily, with just the tiniest bit of discomfort âyour fingers and toys are not close to the size he is.
âFuckâ.Â
âLet it all out,â and you exhale deeply, relaxing underneath him as he finally bottoms out. He stays there, without moving, feeling how your walls adapt to his girth. Hyunjin kisses your cheek, and snuggles his face in the crook of your neck to leave a couple of them there, too, âgood jobâ.Â
You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck just as your legs wrap around his hips.
His weight on top of you feels nice, just as it does having him inside of you. But you're desperate to know how he really feels, so you prompt him to move.
âIâll go slow,â and he sticks to his word. His thrusts are slow, but deep âevery time he bottoms out, you moan.
You're just getting used to him, so the way he is fucking you is more than enough for now. And it is enough for him, too âif he goes any faster, he is sure he will come.
But he maintains a certain pace, and your bodies get to meet each other in a way they hadn't before.Â
âDoes it feel good?â You ask him in a murmur, and he hums in response.
âSo good,â his eyes never leave yours. âYou feel so good, your pussy feels so goodâ.
You bite your lips, wanting to hold back whatever reaction his words elicit from you.Â
There's something lewd about his voice, and the way he says things tonight. There's something lewd in the way you like it, too.
âYou feel good too,â you compliment him, caressing the sides of his face. âWant to come again, with youâ.Â
Hyunjin nods, as if youâre giving him an order for him to follow. But you might as well have, because he takes it upon himself to give you what you want. One of his hands sneak between your sweaty bodies, and albeit difficult, he manages to position the tip of his fingers over your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts.
âOh my God,â you whisper, closing your eyes shut when you feel a pinch of pain from the overstimulation.Â
It's crazy how many things Hyunjin has learned about you in the past hour.
âDoes it feel good when I touch you like this?â He manages to ask, and you nod frantically.
His hand then withdraws from your clit, and when you're about to protest, you notice his mouth is leaning closer to your chest, âwhat-â.Â
He then latches his tongue around one of your hardened nipples, and you become a mess of whimpers underneath him.
âAnd this?â Hyunjin asks with his lips attached to the flesh of your breast, âdoes it feel good when I do this?â
You might as well have figured something about you.
âIt feels so good, Hyunjin,â you chant, with teary eyes that threaten to start bawling in ecstasy, âso good, fuck, so goodâ.
He continues, sucking on your nipple while his fingers tease the other. And you really seem to like it because you can't stop moaning, because all your hands do is to force him even more against your chest.Â
âSqueezing me so good,â Hyunjin mutters under his breath, losing control of himself as he feels you clenching around him. He's drooling over your breasts, swollen and pink lips dragging across your flesh while his hips start spasming, âGod, youâre so fucking tightâ.
You sneak a hand between your bodies, and when your digits brush against your clit, you feel your body jolting, and the tension threatening to unravel.Â
You're so close, again.
And you hope he is close too.
âIâm-â You don't manage to finish the sentence when Hyunjin's fingers replace yours, âHyunjin!â
You mean to keep your eyes open, to look at him in between, but you finally give up to the overwhelming pleasure. You close them shut, and all you're left with is the feeling of Hyunjin's body against yours, and the sounds you and him are eliciting from each other.Â
âClose?â And you nod frantically, tightening your limbs around him âyour arms around his neck, your legs around his lower back.Â
Youâve hugged Hyunjin before, but nothing will ever compare to this; to your naked bodies pressing together, to his lips murmuring sweet nothings against yours.Â
To share something as intimate as an orgasm can be.
âComing,â you whisper weakly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. And at the same time, Hyunjin lets out a painful, choked groan.
His throat hurt at it, but not nearly as much as the tension finally unraveling did.Â
Not as much as the sight of your hazy eyes looking up at him as you both come down from your highs.
Not as much as the realization that it was all over.
âHyunjin,â you whimper again, and your loud heartbeats, and the way you're still clenching around him is preventing him from listening to your voice. He sees your lips moving, but he is too far gone in the bliss of his orgasm to care.
âGod,â you close your eyes shut and hide your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.Â
You donât want him to let go of you, to pull out. You want to stay like this for as long as youâre able to.
And Hyunjin wants it too, plopping all of his weight carefully on top of you. He presses a kiss to your temple, and then your forehead. Nothing in his life has ever felt this good before, and he fears he might not be able to live a moment like this again.
"Did I hurt you?" He just has to ask again, now that you're settled between his arms.
You shake your head subtly, and look up at him with so much gloss and sentiment he feels a pinch of hope you feel the same way he feels about you.Â
"Not once," you exhale, offering the most beautiful smile Hyunjin has seen on you.
And when you press a quick peck to his lips and snuggle right next to him, with your head on his chest and your hand over his abdomen,Â
he just knows it will happen again.Â
And again.
And again.
And again.

Bonus note: If you liked this, PLEASE let me know. I'm kind of nervous putting this out there because I've been away for so long, I'm not even sure if this is any good. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. It is nice to connect with past hobbies to be honest.
Love you all! And take care!
Han Jisung constantly being reduced to some lesser version of himself for struggles with anxiety/mental health, being rampantly feminized because heâs become 1/2 of the face of a popular ship within the fandom and consequently not fairly recognized for the sheer individual GENIUS he is; finally making a personal instagram and casually posting all the song covers he wants to, getting 3 tattoos in one session just because he can. Trusting us enough to share what the tattoos are on a fancall- sharing little tidbits of his personal life when heâs ready, and keeping things sacred to him when heâs still able to. Seeing him have this autonomy over himself and embrace the creative person he is and always has been is so, so refreshing. Maybe weâll never know him beyond a killer instagram song cover, weâll never see his baby photos or perhaps even bear witness to his first few tattoos. But we do know he cried 3 times watching the movie âUpâ. And the little glimpses we get into his personality and his artistic vision as he walks this fine line between privacy and rawness as an idol are nothing short of endearing. I donât know what was in those contract renegotiations, but heâs never seemed more like himself.
Han Jisung my multi-faceted muse. Do whatever you want if it means youâll always be this fulfilled
hear me out...chan trying to fit it in but he's too big and he's whispering all kinds of stuff trying to get you to take it and you're frustrated and needy and you're just so !! done !! because it feels empty and he's so close yet he's not in and finally finally, his thick tip catches and he inches in agonizingly slow simply to hear you whine for it
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âitâs too big, channie,â you whimper, peering down between your legsâ the big fat tip of chanâs cock throbs an angry red as he slides it up between your pussy lips, taps it against your fluttering hole. your ankles dangle in the air over his shoulders, thighs pushed up to your chest by his body pinning you against the mattress, so close you could feel his hot breath, ache for a kiss from the plump, spit-slick lips he bit in arousal. he grips the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it to push at your rim; youâre frightened by the sheer size of it, thick as a can, veins fat and pulsing⊠the pressure of it was already overwhelming yet you roll your hips down eagerly, desperate for it to slide in and fill you up.
âshh, stay still, babygirl,â chan coos so sweet, his veiny hand splayed out across your tummy. âand take this fucking cock. daddy knows you can.â
your pussy is making it difficult, so wet chanâs cock misses your hole, slides up your folds to bump against your clit. you shake in pleasure and frustration, reaching your hand down to take ahold of chanâs cock yourselfâ chan lets you with a warm smile, his thick arms shaking with every slick twist of your hand.
âyou need me that bad, baby?â he chuckles, breathless. âthought you said it was too big.â
âiâm so empty,â you whine in response, angling his flared head to spear your core. âneed your big cock, daddyââ finally, finally his tip catches and slides in, sudden yet so achingly slow, your eyes rolling back in tandem with chanâs deep, guttural groan; the stretch burns deliciously, clouds over your senses as your mouth drops open in a moan for more.
âthere you go, baby, just like that,â chan continues to bully his cock in past your tight rim, slow and gentleâ but thereâs nothing gentle about the way he fills you up, inch by fat, throbbing inch stretching your wet gummy walls to their limits. you can feel every ridge, every vein drag hot and heavy⊠you let go of his shaft in favor for scratching deep red marks into his flexing bicep, scrambling for something to hold on to and ground you. âdaddyâs good girl, taking his cock so wellâ feels so good, doesnât it?â
âb-bigâ!â you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as chanâs blunt cockhead kisses your cervix. âsoâ so fucking big! ân deep, daddy, fuckââ
âyeah?â chan huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. âam i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?â
he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you; you desperately want him to move, start pounding your pussy like youâve been wanting so, so badly⊠you eagerly nod at chanâs teasing words, buck your hips the best you can folded in half. âyes, yes!â you wail, voice slurred, âgive it to me daddy, please!â
âyouâre so pretty when youâre begging for me, angel,â chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole. you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. âbeg some more and iâll give you what you need.â