I Want To Lick Them All Off His Face

I want to lick them all off his face 🫠

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I’ll take one hand from each of these men on either side of my throat and let them choke me the fuck out thank you and literally goodnight.

i’m. i’m having. heart palpitations.

Do yourself a favor and read this mini series. Wow. Chefs kiss. I love the drama and Jisung is just a cutttiieeeeee

Kinkuary 17 Han Jisung — anonymous sex // restraint

➥ soft dom!Han × sub!Reader

summary: Y/N has always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a total stranger and agrees to meet up with a stranger off the internet, like a total dumbass.

wc: 6.1k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption (a bottle of wine), sexual content (minors dni!): anonymous sex/ hookups, reader is restrained the entire time, fingering, protected and unprotected sex (definitely use protection), two or three spanks, dirty talk (only a little, he calls her a slut), grinding, multiple orgasms, Jisung cums on the readers ass, and I think that's everything. Please let me know if I missed something!

a/n: TW: this is a consensual scenario involving anonymous sex. The reader consents entirely to being used by a stranger!! Also, NEVER, EVER, EVER MEET RANDOM PEOPLE OFF THE INTERNET BY YOURSELF!!! If this bothers you, DO NOT READ THIS. I'm not into anonymous sex but still, the idea of being restrained and used by Jisung??? OOF. 🥵 das hot. I’m also considering turning this into a three part mini series cause I have ideas. Anyway, I hope you like this part of Kinkuary! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Part 2 // Part 3

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“I didn’t know you were into that,” Felix admitted, picking up his drink and taking a sip. Your cheeks burned, having regretted even opening your mouth.

You never should have said anything. Should have kept your mouth shut. You knew when alcohol was involved, you always ended up saying something you would later regret and this was no different.

“I mean, it makes sense,” Felix said suddenly. “You fit the whole damsel in distress kind of thing.”

You looked up quickly. “And just what the hell does that mean?” You asked incredulously. Felix merely chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not bad,” he admitted with a shrug. “It just makes sense. You and being tied up, I mean.”

You should have known, your best friend would probably now use this to tease you until your death.

“Oh my god!” You whined, covering your face, wanting to strangle Felix as he laughed. “What? It’s a totally normal kink to—”

“Please shut up before I castrate you!” You hissed. Felix held up his hands in defeat. “White flag?” He asked, pretending to wave a flag at you.

“Please just forget I said anything,” you grumbled, glad he nodded, seemingly dropping the conversation.

[three days later]

Your phone dinged, drawing your attention briefly away from your computer screen but you couldn’t focus when the chatroom before you was going wild, the conversation in the server going absolutely nuts.

You’d joined this server on a whim, having found it on a forum for the BDSM community. It was a rather large server but it was well organized, a category for any possible kink you could think of and many different threads for members to chat with one another.

You had found the channel for hookups and anon sex and clicked on it right away. The great thing about the forum and the server was that it allowed you to keep your identity secret, setting a nickname and icon for yourself.

You were backreading the chat until you saw you got a ping, the little red notification popping up. You clicked on it and was brought to the bottom of the chat where you saw a message from one Hanji asking who the new person was. The new person being you.

Hanji: ex0ticbuttrs? Who the hell is that lmao?

Turtle: leave them alone Hanji.

Pogo: yeah, don’t even think about it Hanji

Glitterx: tbh I forgot Hanji was even still here 🙄

Hanji: i’m hurt, glitter

Hanji: did our last meeting mean nothing to you? 😔

Turtle: oh? 👀 Glitterx? Didn’t know you met up with Hanji

Pogo: what? When the hell did this happen? and why didn’t I know?

Glitterx: because it’s none of your business Pogo. And you, Hanji. Get my name out of your mouth

Glitterx: i thought i made it clear what happened two weeks ago should never have happened

Greenie: hey, take it to DMs. Not in the server. You won’t be warned again.

Turtle: 👀

Pogo: 👁👄👁

Hanji: yes sir 🫡

Glitterx: i don’t have time for this. Bye.

Turtle: 😬

Pogo: well that was awkward…

Hanji: i’m still here 😑

Turtle: good for you?

Pogo: hey look. Butters is typing

You: …what the fuck did i just stumble upon?

Turtle: welcome to the shit show.

Pogo: wrong channel man. That’s at the bottom

Hanji: hello Butters

Turtle: i keep picturing butters from south park lmao

Pogo: PFFFFFTTTTT 🤣

You: …yeah this was a mistake. I’m leaving lol

Hanji: wait no Butters! Don’t go ur so segci ;) ahaha

Turtle: i will eat your first born Hanji

Pogo: jfc dude. Take it to #/cumplay lmfao

You: what the actual fuck is happening?

Turtle: ignore them. They have no manners whatsoever

Pogo: speak for urself ):<

Hanji: i’ll have you know i am very well behaved 😤

Hanji: hey, Butters. Where u from?

You: wouldn’t you like to know?

Hanji: …uh yeah. Thats why i’m asking lol

Turtle: stop being creepy Hanji

Pogo: ahh let him be, Turt. I wanna see Butters ream him a new one.

You: get your #/cuckold bullshit out of here Pogo

Turtle: HAH. I like you :>

Hanji: GRRR WOOF BARK BARK

Turtle: oh fuck off, you dumb dog

Pogo: it’s embarrassing to associate with either of you

Hanji: then leave?

Turtle: so, Butters, what are you here for?

Hanji: hey that’s my line ):

You: honestly? I’m not entirely sure. This is really overwhelming and i think joining this server was a mistake.

Hanji: wait, seriously. Don’t go yet.

You: why?

You stared at your screen, waiting for Hanji to explain himself but instead you received a DM from him.

Hanji: this is gonna be crazy and hear me out

You: i already don’t like where this going…

Hanji: what if we met up?

You: aaand there it is…

Hanji: come on. What’s the worst that can happen?

You: kidnapping, assault, murder?

Hanji: okay, i didn’t do any of that to glitter. You can ask them if i’m legit.

You: why are you so adamant on meeting?

Hanji: you seem like my type.

You: i’ve barely typed anything in chat. How can i be your type?

Hanji: it’s just a feeling. Idk how to describe it.

Hanji: but if you want, ask Glitter. They’ve met me irl

You didn’t know why you were doing it but you searched for Glitter in the member list before sending them a direct message, apologizing first for dming them without permission then asked about Hanji. Glitter was to the point but still polite.

They told you that they had indeed met Hanji in person and that while he’s annoying on the server, he’s not that insufferable in person. Very cheeky and quite dorky. They then told you to proceed with caution because Hanji has a habit of blabbing about his conquests on the server.

You thanked them and went back to Hanji’s DM.

Hanji: where did you go?

Hanji: did you talk to Glitter?

Hanji: :c where go?

You: calm down you squirrely little man

Hanji: hey ):

You: yes, i spoke to glitter and they told me to proceed with caution

Hanji: what? Why would they say that?

You: apparently you like to run your mouth about who you’ve hooked up with in chat

Hanji: that was ONE time. And i was drunk

You: they also said you’re a dork and not nearly as insufferable as you are in chat

Hanji: …so they just bad mouthed me the whole time?

You: pretty much

Hanji: did they say anything else?

Hanji: anything about my… performance?

You: no actually and i’m not sure it’s appropriate to ask

Hanji: wanna keep it a surprise? (;

You: goodbye 🙃

Hanji: no please i’m sorry!

Hanji: but i’m serious. I would like to meet up if you’re interested, here

Hanji: [link to instagram]

Hanji: this is my account. If you don’t believe, ask glitter and they can confirm that’s me.

You stared at the link hesitantly. You would be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious what was on the other side of the link. You were actually very interested to see what this guy looked like.

You clicked on the link and waited as the link took you to your instagram app.

Whatever you had expected, it certainly wasn’t this.

Hanji was really attractive. He had a slightly tanned complexion and very round cheeks that gave him a rather youthful look and you wondered how old he was.

You continued to tap on his photos, looking through his posts. He’d had several different hair colors according to his posts and you wondered if his newest post was what he currently looked like.

As you tried to return to the discord app, you saw a little heart pop up and realized you accidentally liked his most recent post. “Shit!” You hissed, immediately unliking the post, hoping he didn’t have time to see and react to the notification but the second your phone buzzed with a DM notification, you knew you’d been caught.

Setting up a time and place to meet Hanji was much easier than you expected since his schedule was pretty clear and you worked from home. You decided to be risky and invited him to your place. It was risky for sure but you told Felix that he needed to check in on you later in the night.

You waited nervously in your apartment, picking at the sleeve of your sweater.

It wasn't like you to meet strange guys off the internet but then again, you and Felix did technically meet online and became best friends but then again, you also never slept with each other.

You and Hanji agreed to use fake names to maintain the anonymous aspect of the hook up. You’d also brought up the restraint kink you had and found Hanji was completely for the idea and if you changed your mind at any time, he was okay with that too.

Since agreeing to meet up, you’d looked at Hanji’s profile a handful of times, wondering which photo he actually looked like. Wondering if he had light brown hair, dark brown hair, black or even strawberry blond hair.

You jumped when the buzzer sounded, pulling you from your thoughts. 'Shit. Calm down, bitch. You've hooked up plenty of times before,' you told yourself as you got up to answer the intercom.

“Yes?” You asked through the intercom system. The person on the other side pulled their mask down and you realized it was Hanji. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s me,” he added.

“Hey, I’ll buzz you in,” you answered, pressing the unlock button and turning off the camera feed and turning away from the keypad to stand beside your kitchen island.

It took a few minutes before you heard soft knocks at your front door and walked over, taking a few calming breaths. On the other side of the peephole, stood the same man in the black mask as before.

You unlocked the door, pulling it open and looked up, meeting his gaze.

Upon seeing you, he pulled his mask down and you saw his face. “Hey,” he said as you opened the door further to let him in. “Hey,” you parroted as he stepped into your foyer.

You stepped away from the door as he slipped his shoes off and followed.

“So,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking around.

You took the time to look him over. He was average height, not too tall but not too short either with the same golden skin. His hair, which was mostly hidden under a black beanie, was the same medium brown you’d seen in his most recent Instagram post.

In addition to the black beanie, he wore a white hoodie under a dark blue denim jacket and a pair of fitted black jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. His shoes, which now sat beside yours near the door, were black boots.

He turned back to look at you, finding you already watching him. "Nice place," he said, nodding and looking around once again. You murmured a thank you and moved towards the kitchen, trying to put a physical barrier between you.

Why did you do this? Why did you have to be so dumb?

"Do you want something to drink?" you asked, reprimanded yourself in your head for not calling this whole thing off before it got this far. Hanji nodded. "Yeah," he said, moving to sit at one of your bar stools at the kitchen island.

You turned to your fridge and opened it to look inside. "Uh, I've got water, tea, juice-" you rattled off before he stopped you. "Honestly, do you have any beer or wine?" You looked over your shoulder at him and he noticed the look on your face.

"Look, I know it's not exactly late in the day but I'm gonna be honest with you," he said, occupying himself by playing with his fingers, the nails which you just noticed were painted black.

"I'm nervous as hell right now and could really use something to help me loosen up," he admitted, which made your expression soften. 'So he's nervous too?' "So like, if you’ve got any, a beer or even a glass of wine would help a lot."

You turned back to your fridge and grabbed the unopened bottle of wine, shutting the door and moved to grab two stemless wine glasses. You tried to ignore the way his eyes followed you as you set the glasses down and opened the bottle, pouring the wine into both cups. You set the bottle on the counter and pushed on glass towards him. He took it, thanking you and raised it to his lips.

You took a sip, trying to keep your eyes off him as he downed like three gulps. "You're not supposed to chug it," you snorted, making him grimace. "Sorry. Like I said, I'm nervous as hell right now."

You nodded, looking down at your own hands. "Yeah, me too." You looked back up to meet his gaze. "I've never done this before," you admitted. "I've never invited strangers on the internet to my home before." Hanji nodded, following along as you spoke.

"So, I guess what I'm getting at is I'm putting a lot of trust in you, Hanji," you explained, looking up to meet his gaze again. "Han," he answered, noticing your confused expression. "My name is Han. Well my last name," he continued. "So you can call me that."

You nodded. "Obviously, Butters is neither my last or first name," you admitted. Han let out a laugh. "Yeah I know. It's a Five Nights at Freddy's reference, right?" he asked, drawing your attention. "Yeah! Do you play video games?" you asked, suddenly very excited to have found common ground. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I play with my roommate all the time," he answered. "Wanna play a round while we finish this?" you asked, picking up the bottle of wine and holding it up. A smile spread across his face. "What game?" he asked, leaning forward onto the counter.

"Hmmm. Smash or Mario Kart?" you asked, a glint in your eye. Han's smile widened. "Kart," he answered. My roommate plays and I always beat him," he added. You rolled your eyes as a grin spread across your face.

"Oh I am so gonna kick your ass."

Kick his ass you did as you downed your wine, polishing off the bottle rather quickly as you sat on your couch racing down Rainbow Road and trying to out race the AIs and each other. You managed to beat him each time, laughing as he groaned in frustration.

"How are you so good at this?" he asked as he picked up his glass and downed the rest of the wine in it. "I play against my best friend a lot and I always beat him," you answered as you picked up the bottle to pour him more but found the glass was very light.

You peered into the bottle and sighed. "All gone," you murmured sadly. Han sighed and pouted. "And you still have half your glass left," he whined. You chuckled and picked it up. "You want some?" You asked, drawing his attention. He nodded, eyes widening when you beckoned him over to your side of the couch.

He scooted closer as you took a sip and then held the glass out for him. He took it from you and took a sip, keeping his eyes locked with yours. Handing the glass back, he watched as you took another drink, finishing it off and set the glass aside.

"So now what?" he asked. "We finished the bottle and you beat me, yet again," he added, sounding playfully bitter at the end of his sentence, making you laugh. "I could make it up to you," you said, feeling emboldened by the alcohol.

Han's eyes widened slightly before a smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "How?"

You leaned forward slightly, grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulled him closer, your lips crashing against his. It was rushed, messy, and all you could taste was his tongue and the wine as his hands moved, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

"You always this bold?" he asked breathlessly when you pulled away, trailing soft kisses down his neck. "Hmm, sometimes," you murmured, pushing the collar of his hoodie aside to bite the skin where his neck and shoulder met, making him groan.

One of your hands moved to the base of his head where his hair peeked out from under the beanie, trying to tangle your fingers in his locks but snatched the beanie off and tossed it aside. "Yah!" he whined. "That was my favorite beanie!"

"Oh you'll get it back," you snapped, fingers combing through his hair and tugging slightly, pulling his head to the side and opening up more of his neck to you. "So snappy," he mumbled.

His hands squeezed, nails digging into your skin before he moved to grab your ass, pulling your hips closer and grinding over his jeans. "Fuck," he moaned as you left bite marks and red hickeys on his neck. You pulled back, frustrated by the hoodie and his jacket.

"Off," you growled, pushing the jacket off him and then helping him take off the hoodie, leaving him in a plain black tee shirt. You pulled the collar back and resumed biting and leaving marks while his hands continued to explore, his hips bucking up into you.

"You're really good with your mouth," he commented, head falling back against the couch cushions as your lips left his neck and moved back up to meet his in a much slower, more deliberate kiss.

"Should we move this somewhere else?" He asked against your lips. "We could," you replied between kisses. You let out a moan as he forced your hips down, grinding against your cloth covered center. "Unless your restraints are out here," he joked.

You shook your head. "No. Bedroom," you answered, still kissing him. "Then we should probably head there," he replied, trying to speak in between kisses. You hummed in response, letting out a squeak when he quickly stood up, easily lifting you up and then dropping you to your feet.

"Lead the way," he said, laughing when you eagerly grabbed his hand and pulled him along, leading him to your bedroom. He barely had time to register the room before you shoved him onto the bed, landing on his butt with a slight bounce.

“You know,” he said as you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. “You never told me your name.” Your hands worked to undo his pants, reaching into his underwear and pulling his hardened cock free from its confines.

“Great observation,” you joked, giving his length a few strokes, enjoying the sounds he made as his head fell back. “So what should I call you?” He asked, voice weak and breathless as you looked up at him.

“Whatever you want,” you answered. “Princess, baby, kitten, bunny, anything.” You felt his hand comb through your hair. “You really aren’t going to—” he started to ask but fell short, a moan slipping out as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as you took more of him deeper in your mouth. “If you don’t slow down, I’m gonna blow,” he added as you pulled back to swirl your tongue around the tip. “Shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers in your hair tugging gently.

“Stop, seriously,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled back, letting his cock fall from your mouth. “Already?” You asked teasingly. Han grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you up, crashing his lips against yours.

“Where do you keep your restraints?” He whispered. You pointed to the bottom drawer of your dresser that stood against the wall. Han pushed you onto the bed and got up, discarding his pants before moving to open your dresser drawer.

“Oh shit,” he whispered as you watched. He pulled out your favorite pink restraints and silver spreader bar. He turned to look at you. “This?” He asked, eyes wide.

“What about it?” You asked as he stood up. “You want to use this?” He asked.

You nodded. “You know how to use it?” You asked as he approached the bed. “In theory,” he said, climbing onto the bed. “Well, it won’t do much with my clothes on,” you replied jokingly.

He set the bar aside and grabbed your wrists, pushing you onto your back and pinning your arms down. “Then let me help with that,” he murmured, lips trailing down the side of your neck as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt.

“May I?” He asked softly. It was endearing that he wanted to make sure you were on board with everything but you really just wanted him to hurry up and restrain you. “Yes,” you breathed out, sitting up to let him pull your shirt off.

“Lay down,” he ordered, moving to undo the button and zipper of your pants and pulling them off, leaving you in your underwear. He threw your pants off the bed and turned back to face you.

“On or off?” He asked, referring to your underwear. “Off,” you answered, giggling as his fingers skimmed your skin and pulled your black lacy panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor as you pulled off your bralette.

Your cheeks burned as his eyes scanned your bare body. You suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze and moved to cover yourself. Han grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “No,” he said softly. “Don't hide. You are so beautiful,” he added.

Your cheeks burned even more as his lips met your skin, trailing soft, wet kisses down the valley between your breasts, one of his hands moving to cup your chest gently. You let out a sigh, pressing against his touch.

A moan left your lips as you felt his tongue drag over the sensitive skin of your nipple before swirling around as the skin pebbled. You whined as he took the bud in his mouth, teasing with light licks and suckles.

His hand on your other breast squeezed, kneading the skin before moving to brush his thumb over your pert nipple. Your thighs squeezed around his waist, blood rushing to your center and your arousal starting to spill out of your cunt.

“Han,” you breathed out his name, back arching as he let go of your breast, his hand sneaking between your bodies to find your clit, thumb brushing over it as he continued to flick his tongue against your nipple.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his fingers traced around your entrance lightly before dipping inside. “Don’t tease,” you whimpered, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other combing through his locks.

You let out a moan as his finger pushed into your wet heat, sighing against your chest as your walls coaxed him further in. “You even gonna be able to take my cock, baby?” He asked, his voice heavy with lust.

“Haaaan,” you whined as he teased you with slow strokes while his lips wrapped around your swollen nipple, teasing with his tongue again. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone sweet in contrast to his actions.

“Stop playing with me already,” you begged. Han chuckled, adding a second finger and starting to move faster, his thumb moving to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You let out a high pitched moan, back arching off the mattress as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Han must have felt your walls clenching around his fingers because he suddenly pulled them out, making you pout and whimper. “Shhh,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your chest. “Roll over for me, baby,” he said softly.

You did as he asked. “On all fours,” he instructed. You pushed yourself up and held still as he positioned the spreader bar near your ankles and carefully restrained your ankles, making sure you were comfortable.

“These are really cute,” he murmured as he took your hands one at a time and placed them in the wrist cuffs. “I’ve never seen such a pink set before,” he added as he tightened the strap of the last cuff and guided your chest down.

“Let me know if anything becomes uncomfortable,” he said as he connected your cuffed wrists to the bar and managed to force your legs apart. Sitting back, he admired his handiwork and the view before remembering he wasn’t there to stare at you. He was there to fuck you.

“Where do you keep your condoms,” he asked quickly.

“Nightstand, top drawer,” you answered waiting patiently while he moved to open the drawer and pulled out one of the packets.

“Oh, right. What’s your safeword?” He asked suddenly. “I forgot to ask earlier.” You chuckled at his absentmindedness. “It’s coconut,” you answered as he rid himself of his underwear and tee shirt finally, ripped open the foil, and rolled the latex down his length.

“Coconut?” He asked, snorting when he remembered something. You must have read his mind because you jokingly said, “my safeword is pineapple juice,” quoting the vine of the man being arrested in the parking lot.

Han tried to keep a straight face as he knelt behind you. “Don’t make me laugh,” he said, holding in a laugh. “I’m trying to be serious.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt his hand grab your waist. “Then shut up and seriously fuck me,” you retorted. Han took his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes over the condom before lining the tip with your wet cunt.

“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if anything hurts,” he said gently.

“Oh my god, Han, just fuck me already!”

Without another word, he pushed into you, gliding in easily thanks to you being extremely wet and turned on. He slid in slowly, bottoming out and hesitating before he finally exhaled a groan.

“Fuck, mm so tight,” he gasped, both hands taking hold of your hips. “Dude, did your cock swell or something?” You whimpered, feeling impossibly full. “There’s no way it was this big when I had it in my mouth — AH!” You cried out as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward.

“I promise it’s the same size, baby,” he chuckled. “You were gagging around it earlier,” he added. You clicked your tongue in response. “I did not,” you protested, a moan escaping as you ended your sentence.

Han’s hips picked up the pace, his skin hitting yours as your ass bounced against him with each thrust. “Yeah, I think I like the restraints,” he said, ignoring your argument. Your walls squeezed around him, daring him to try and pull out.

He just wanted to bury his cock inside you and never leave. He’d never had a cunt grip him so tightly before and he knew that after this, he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you regularly. Maybe even making this a friends with benefits situation.

As long as you were down.

“Shit,” he growled. “Your pussy feel’s so fucking good.” You moaned in response, whimpering with each hard thrust, his cock plunging deep inside you. “Can’t even say anything? Does it feel that good, baby?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

You cried out as you felt a sharp blow land on your ass. Han knew when your walls clenched around him that you liked it and gave you another sharp smack, enjoying the way your ass jiggled under his hand.

“Of course you’d like that, you dirty little slut,” he scoffed. “You like being bound and fucked by a strange guy you met online. Of course you like having your ass spanked.” You cried out as he landed another blow to your ass.

His hips didn’t stop as he continued to run his hand over your sore skin, almost as if he was apologizing non verbally. You tried to push back to meet his thrusts but had no way of holding onto anything.

“Shit, I’m close,” Han rasped, his hips stuttering momentarily. “Need more,” you whimpered. “You need more?” He asked, looking down at you. “Hmm,” you hummed, nodding in response.

Han swore under his breath, one hand leaving your hip and reaching between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, thighs shaking as your climax drew closer and closer.

“I’m not stopping until you’ve cum all over this cock,” he growled, hips snapping sharply against your ass, making you yelp. You buried your face in the sheets, muffling your scream as you came hard, cunt convulsing and squeezing Han’s cock as he groaned, stilling inside you and came into the condom.

“Fucking hell!” He growled, pulling out and discarding the condom. “I’m not done,” he added, moving to grab another condom. “Just do it,” you panted. “I’m on birth control.”

Han looked down at you. “Shit, are you sure?” He asked, halting in place. You nodded. “Glitter would have told me if you aren’t trustworthy, just do it.”

Han obliged your request and pushed back into you and groaned loudly at feeling your walls unrestricted. “Fuck, this feels even better, baby,” he breathed, setting a steady pace.

“Oh god,” you moaned as you felt another orgasm building. “How much stamina do you have?” You gasped as he picked up the pace again, soon slamming into you vigorously.

“You have no idea,” he said with a chuckle. “I can go for hours.”

“You just came though!”

Han let out another chuckle. “It’s called practice, sweetheart,” he replied. “I’ve trained myself to be able to cum multiple times. I’m not a one round kind of guy.”

You groaned, thighs shaking as your second orgasm washed over you quickly. “I always like to make sure my partner has cum multiple times before I’m done,” Han added, his voice barely audible over the sound of his skin hitting yours and the lewd, wet sound of his cock thrusting into you.

“Maybe I’ll have to invite you back over,” you moaned as your third climax approached you quickly. Han liked the sound of that but couldnt respond as your orgasm crashed over you and you let out a scream, your pussy tightening around his cock once more, pushing him over the edge.

He managed to pull out of you at the last second, painting your ass with his load, taking himself in his hand to make sure every last drop landed on your skin. “Holy shit,” he breathed, taking in the sight.

“I have a crazy request,” he said suddenly as you came down from your high. “What?” You asked, voice hoarse. “Can I please take a picture of you from behind?”

He was right, it was a crazy request.

“What?” You asked, trying to lift your head. “Just your ass. I promise. It’s for me. I swear I won’t share it,” he rushed to explain. “For your spank bank?” You asked with a chuckle and he smiled widely. “Yes, exactly.”

You sighed and nodded. “Just don’t get my face in there,” you replied as he grabbed his phone from his pants.

“And hurry up,” you whined. “My shoulders hurt!”

[two days later]

“I think I might be able to help you with your… predicament,” Felix said as he sat next to you, offering you some of his chips. You stared at him with narrowed eyes trying to discern what in the hell he was talking about.

You were sitting in front of a large washing machine at a 24 hour laundromat. You wouldn’t be here at ten at night if it hadn’t been for your building’s facilities malfunctioning and flooding the basement.

Lucky for you, your best friend agreed to keep you company. Or unlucky for you, as you were about to find out.

“What predicament?” You asked, reaching into the bag and grabbing a couple chips. Felix watched as you munched on the thin fried potatoes before speaking.

“You know. Being restrained and —.”

You sat up quickly, clapping your hand over his mouth and looking around panicked. When you saw no one seemed to have heard anything you released your hold on him.

“What the fuck is your problem!” You hissed. “We. Are. In. Public!”

Felix looked around with wide eyes. “There’s no one in here but us,” he said monotonously but you ignored him. “Come on,” he said. “I really have it figured out!” You held up your finger and got up, peering around the empty laundromat except for you, Felix, and the attendant who sat at the counter, earbuds in while they read a comic.

You sat back down and motioned for him to speak but quietly.

“I know someone,” he said in a much lower voice. You looked at him perplexed.

“A friend of mine,” he said, not offering further explanation. “He’s into the idea of having sex with a stranger. He just hooked up with a girl and said he tried the restraint thing so he’s totally into it.”

Your eyes widened in horror before you started whaling on Felix, punching his shoulder. “Ow, ow! What?” He whisper-yelled. “What’s your problem?”

“Me???” You hissed back. “Why are you discussing my sexual fantasies with your bros?!” Felix made to grab at your wrist to stop your assault. “Will you stop hitting me and let me explain?” He asked, holding your hand at bay.

You ripped your hand from his grasp and sighed, gesturing for him to explain himself. “You better have a damn good explanation.”

“I do,” he said, settling back in his seat and starting to explain.

“It’s not like I went around advertising it,” he said at the end. “We got on the subject of fantasies and what my friend said reminded me of your thing, so I mentioned, in passing I might add, that I had a friend interested in the same thing.”

You eyed him suspiciously before conceding. “So, what now?” You asked as your washer stopped spinning and started rinsing. “Are you interested in him?” Felix asked, looking mildly shocked.

“Well I don’t know Felix. What does he look like?” You asked, watching as your best friend fished his phone out and started scrolling through some app before pulling up an instagram account.

He tapped on a picture and turned the phone towards you, letting you see the picture he’d chosen. Your eyes widened in shock at the screen. ‘No,’ you thought to yourself. ‘This can’t be happening!’

The same picture you'd seen almost a week ago when Han had sent you the link to his instagram account was on Felix's phone screen. 'This has to be some sort of prank. It can't be real.'

“He’s cute, right?” Felix asked, smirking at your shocked expression. “How do you know him?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady even though you were freaking out internally.

“He’s my roommate actually,” Felix answered and you nearly choked on your own spit. ‘His roommate?!’

“You okay, Y/N?” Your best friend asked, looking concerned. “Your face is really red.” You nodded, turning away to try and catch your breath because you’d rather chop off your left foot than have a panic attack in this laundromat.

Even if it was over the fact that you just hooked up with your best friend’s roommate. It's fine. Totally fine.

Right?

Dear sweet baby Jesus, I—

I passed out for a second there. CHANGBIN PLEASE

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The way I had such an evil laugh after this. I so love snarky characters! I immediately went back and reread it. Please do yourself a favor and enjoy this work of art 👏👏👏👏

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pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

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