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Are We Still Friends? - jisung

Synopsis- it’s been years since you’ve seen your best friend, Han, and the second he finds out you’re still in town he visits you.

Warnings- cursing, smut ,use of y/n, p in v sex, dom!han, sub!reader

pairings: bestfriend!han + fem!reader

-before you read keep in mind this was kinda rushed and made at 3:46 am so if it’s not the best or any errors were made, that’s why.

3am…that’s the time Han called to announce he was coming over- only to be knocking on the door 5 minutes later.

How he got your number, you’d guess from Felix one of your other mutual friends.

And that’s how you ended up in the situation you were in. With Han knocking on your door after going ghost for 6 years. “Hey, you in there?!” You hear his voice outside your apartment door. You contemplate faking being asleep but you already answered the phone so that would clearly show you’re ignoring him. “Cmon, you’re gonna let me freeze??” He says knocking again. After a second you walk over to the door and opens it. When you open the door he’s shocked to see how much you changed “uh, C-Can I come in..” he says looking at you with adoring eyes. You move aside to let him in and he brushes past you holding a bag. You couldn’t find any words to say, he was a stranger to you now. “So..princess..how’s life been.” You just look at him analyzing him as if he was a foreign animal. “It’s been fine..why are you here?” When you spoke he looks surprised to hear you say that. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend y/n.”

“You were my best friend..we stopped being friends the 3rd year you ghosted me, Jisung.” You saw his face scrunch up when you say his name. You knew how much he hated being called anything besides a nickname. You saw him take a deep breath “It wasn’t my choice y/n, you know that.” He says walking up to you tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I tried, I really did…but it wasn’t my choice to-“ you interrupt him with a scoff “save the excuses for someone that cares. But you obviously mistake me for that person.” He stays silent before pulling you into a kiss for a few seconds you tried to push him away before giving in kissing him back. Soon that leads to him pinning you against the wall as his hands rest on your waist, his thumb making circles on your sides.

He pulls back looking at you with soft eyes, “i’m sorry i wasn’t here, i’m sorry i couldn’t keep in touch, but i did love you, maybe-...no, definitely more than friends.” you could here the shake in his voice as he spoke, the grip on you waist getting stronger. “I’ll understand if you don’t want me the same way..but are we still friends? can we be friends?” he asks with a sense of urgency. You just look at him with a look of pity. “ji..” he stops you “it’s no, right?” he says as a face of disappointment washes over his features. “ji, no- well what i mean is i do still want you in a way but i haven’t seen you unless it was on tv..and you looked happier without me..well I thought you were happier without me.” he looks at you shocked backing away..

“You thought I was happier without you? Are you kidding me?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I love you yknow that right? I love..you, that never changed for me.” He whispers, caressing your cheek slightly.

You feel tears well up in your eyes. “you never even texted…not a call…not even a fucking letter, ji.” he smiles softly at you in a calming manner. “I wanted to, trust me. I couldn’t though, because the company wouldn’t let me and as soon as i could i came to you.” Instead of replying you just hug him and break down in his arms. “i’ve missed you so much.” you say as he rubs your back to comfort you .

You were never mad at him, you were mad that you couldn’t have him.

it’s been 3 weeks since he came and now you guys are back to being the best friends you were before. He even lived with you again.

Today was different though, he was tense and every time you tried to speak to him he flinched. Did it make you feel some type of way? yes. Were you gonna ask about it? no.

You decided to watch a movie and invited him to watch too. Instead of rejecting your offer, he agrees and sits beside you wrapped in a blanket.

Throughout the movie you can feel his gaze on you but you ignore it. When you turn to look at him you see him quickly avert his gaze to the movie. You smile softly at him and scoot closer to him. “So…you were staring.” You say poking him playfully. “N-no I wasn’t.” He says not looking away from the tv. While he speaks you see him adjust his position and his hands clenching by his sides. You must shrug and continue watching the movie still sitting close to him.

After the movie you get up from the bed to walk to the bathroom but han grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap. “Please—please yn” he says softly out of breath.

Before you could respond you feel his bulge press against your cunt as his hands travel to your thighs, his grip tightens as he rolls his hips into yours pulling a muffled moan from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “Can I?” He whimpers out. You can feel him trying to keep himself from grinding into you. “I don’t think—we really shouldn’t.” You say getting up from his lap.

He looks confused and stands up, his face still flushed. “Why? Did I do something?” He says moving closer to you. You could see the same look in his eyes as when he kissed you. “You’re doing the thing..” you speak under your breath “doing what?” He says with furrowed brows. You look up at him making eye contact “you’re making me fall in love with you again...” You say before pulling him into a kiss.

You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. Without hesitation he picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist as you deepen the Kiss. He lays you in the bed pinning you down before leaving kisses all down your neck. You feel his hand trail down between your legs making small circles between your thighs. You look up at him and see him sitting up straddling your waist. “You’re so pretty..y know that right?” He says in a soft tone as both his hand trail up your shirt pulling down your bra, running his thumb across your nipples.

“Ji..please fuck me, I need you.” You whine moving your leg up to rub against his raging boner. The sounds that fall from his lips send a tingling sensation down your spine. You can feel him grinding against you as moans continue to fall from his lips. “God you’re insatiable.” He groans before beginning to remove his sweatpants along with his boxers.

you look at his dick in shock. “What? Having second thoughts?” He says getting back in bed. “Well-” before you could finish Han is moving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You use your hand to cover your mouth, your other one gripping the sheets.

Your vision blurs as he start thrusting into you at a quick pace making you lose your breath you look at him through your lashes as the sound of skin slapping together fills the room. “Fuckk—so fucking tight for me baby.” He groans throwing his head back. He plat his hands on the bed before moving up to hold yours.

you feel a knot form in your stomach once he starts hitting a certain spot inside you. “J-Ji ‘m so close…” you moan, your back arching. you’re pretty sure he didn’t hear you over the sound of his own voice. You can hear him making small comments on how good you feel wrapped around him and how wet you are for him.

You notice his thrust are starting to get sloppier and his hand tighten against yours. “Can I cum inside you…please I need to, baby.” He moans looking in your eyes. You nod and before you could give a verbal answer you both came undone. His cum mixing with yours as he fills you up.

You lay there out of breath as he lays on top of you not pulling out. “Can we stay like this.” He mumbles against your chest. “Yeah sure but we’re taking 3 showers in the morning” you laugh giving him a kiss on the forehead before going to sleep.

Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is allowed bc I do know I’m not the best writer and there’s always room to improve.

edit: uhh didn’t expect 124 notes but thanks and also I’m a bit confused😭😭..

HardDom Han links

MINORS DNI !! | NSFW

stress reliever..

brat taming..

couldnt wait to see you after tour..

waking you up..

caught you touching yourself..

riding han after a performance..

waking up with him inside you..

fucking you in the studio..(ft.chan & felix)

after an argument..,

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 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, then down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting the movements of your hips along his crotch despite his empty 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.”

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.”

this is so hot bro

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➠ office_crush!Han x reader

➠ wc: 3.7k

➠ summary: your workplace becomes target to an unfortunate hostage situation. fortunately the assaliants don't seem violent, however unfortunately, you get shoved into a trunk with your office crush.

➠ warnings: smut, fingering, overstimulation, piv, mentions of a hostage situation, bondage

➠ masterlist

➠ a/n: had this for a while haha

“mmmff!!” 

you tried to at least sound assertive, but it was a bit hard with duct tape sealing your lips shut. however, that didn’t stop you from spewing muffled curses at the man who was currently dragging you to his car. you couldn’t do much but flail your zip-tie bound hands and growl unknown obscenities through your closed mouth, but somehow it seemed to have kept your assailant nervous. or maybe he was just like that from the start. 

“i-i’m sorry ma’am,” the masked person stuttered quietly. 

poor kid, you thought. he couldn’t have been older than 19 and it didn’t seem like he wanted to even be here, “w-watch your head…” the kid’s hand gently pushed your head down to try and shove you into the trunk of a small black sedan, but you resisted, easily shoving out of his grasp. you gave the assailant an incredulous look and his shoulders visibly slumped. suddenly, the kid’s eyes widened from under his mask and before you could even tilt your head in question, you felt large hands snatch your body, nearly folding you in half to shove into the trunk. you didn’t have any time to even react before another body was forced into the trunk with you. 

“you can’t do one simple thing, idiot?” you heard a new voice from outside the trunk. you couldn’t see who it was who threw you into the car, but you did hear a loud slap from where the two criminals stood, “get in the damn car and meet me at the location. and you better not fuck up again, hear me?”

the trunk was cramped, various tools and suspiciously full duffel bags crammed into your back and not to mention the body of another unfortunate hostage that was just shoved in blocking your view of your kidnappers. you writhed a bit, trying to shimmy over the person, but to no avail when the hood of the trunk was slammed shut leaving you in pitch darkness. 

you rolled your eyes and slumped back. there was a small sliver of light that peeked through the thin opening of the trunk, but the dim light was enough to finally realize who you were taken with. han jisung. to be trapped with anyone and it just so happened to be your work crush. the two of you had a little back and forth thing going on, one of you saying something mildly flirty and the other might respond with the same energy, but neither of you doubled down. it always ended how it started except for the fact that you both left with bright red blushes burning onto your cheeks. pretty juvenile for a pair of grown adults, many would say, but he was the reason you’d be excited to actually go to work. hell, today you even “unintentionally” brought that candy he had mentioned once, but it also just had to happen that your workplace becomes the target of a now hostage situation.

you glanced over at him and he was already looking at you. neither of you had much fear or anxiety written on your faces, despite the situation, but there weren’t any signs of a weapon on the robbers and they didn’t seem the type to kill anyone. you were just hostages. clearly, it was quiet between the two of you with the duct tape over your lips, but the sound of the engine starting had immediately alerted the two of you. you let out a loud sigh through the tape as you felt the car start to move. 

the both of you endured the drive. it seemed to be a getaway chase by the way the car was recklessly steering, throwing your bodies around with every bump and turn. one bump and you flipped onto your other side. another turn and you heard a loud thump followed by a groan, Han must have hit his head. a third and fourth and the two of you are flying every which way inside the crowded trunk space. the fifth time came around and you felt the car halt to a harsh stop. the momentum sent your body flying forward, groaning as you slammed against the wall of the trunk. not only you were affected of course, but Han’s body followed suit, his front being smashed into your back. it seemed that after the car had slammed on the brakes, the police had finally caught up. blaring sirens were heard from outside the vehicle and the loudspeaker from the cop car spoke, 

“PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST,” you let out a breath of relief, but the second you did you realized how close Han was as you were able to feel his breath as well, pressed up tightly behind you. you couldn’t move away either, “STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR.”

moments passed and you vaguely heard the commotions of the arrest being made. though, you couldn’t focus on much that was going on outside due to your mind racing. how could you focus when you felt Han’s toned chest rising shallowly up and down against your back. the warmth from his body radiating through that thin button up shirt he always wore that may be a size too small. you always noticed that. if you were a normal person you could tell him that he might have outgrown his shirt when he started working out, his pecs giving the buttons that kept his shirt together a run for their money. but you never said a thing, drooling over the way the seams would fight for their life every time he would stretch at his desk. he was so close. your bare legs brushed against his slacks and your imagination ran wild. you tried to shuffle in your restraints, there was a dampness to your panties that you realized made you quite uncomfortable and awkward, especially with the man causing it right behind you. unfortunately for you, instead of successfully concealing anything, your pencil skirt began to scrunch up at the waist. right. it comes back to you, the fact that you chose to wear your shortest office skirt today to impress Han now biting you in the ass. you curse to yourself as your choice in outfit now backfires on you, and you were certain, with how close he was pressed up against you, that you were now staining his formerly clean trousers with your shameful arousal. at least you were lucky he couldn’t see the intense blush making your face grow redder than a tomato. for a moment, you had forgotten that your mouth was taped shut as you attempted to offer a quick ‘sorry’ for your tragic situation, but all that came out was a muffle. a muffle that sounded too close to a moan. and to think you didn’t think it could get worse. here you are, struggling against his frontside, dripping wet, and moaning with no way of explaining yourself. to say you were embarrassed couldn’t begin to describe how you felt. maybe you could use this whole hostage situation as an excuse to quit and move far, far away because there was no way you could face him ever again after this. speaking of the hostage situation, it had been way too long for the police to be making this arrest. was there more than just that one teen that was driving? you swear you heard several cops too… what could possibly be taking so long? snapping out of your moment, you tried to listen for anything outside the vehicle. nothing. had they not realized that you two were in the trunk? you listened in again. dead silence. just the sounds of cars driving by. 

‘theres no way,’ you thought, ‘did they seriously leave us here..?’

you tried to turn around, but as you moved it was Han’s turn to let out a loud groan. your eyes widened, worried that you might have unintentionally hurt him, you instinctively shuffled again to check up on him to no avail. however, this time you moved, he let out more of a whine. following that, his head dropped into the crevice of your neck and you could feel the beads of sweat that decorated his forehead. it soaked into your hair. you could smell him now. you could feel his heavy breaths through his nose on your skin. the whine, the groan as well, they weren’t noises in response to pain. you felt it now that he’s shuffling in discomfort. you felt him, rock hard, hidden behind the fabric of his pants. he was just as affected as you. yet again, forgetting you couldn’t move, you squirmed again, this time your back arching a little more to test the waters. your hypothesis had been right as his head that was buried in your neck now craned backwards, hips lightly meeting yours as he let out another muffled groan. 

maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that the cops had forgotten about you. 

spurred on by your hornyness and newfound confidence, you started to grind against him. his head that he threw back now shot back into where it was tucked into the place where your neck and shoulder met, and if his lips weren’t taped, you might have felt his soft lips press against your skin. his warm breath tickled your skin as you continued to move against his body, his hips now mirroring your actions. as you both desperately grinded against each other, you felt and heard his breaths grow more erratic. you could tell he wanted more the way his hips began to thrust at your backside as if he was in you. and how badly you wanted him to be. as time went on, he only grew more greedy and impatient with the way he humped against you. there was a dull thump every time his hips met yours causing you to let out an almost too dramatic whine. you weren’t quite sure what happened, but in that moment you heard a snap from behind you. somehow Han had managed to break the zip-ties that held his hands together and you knew that the way his hands immediately flew to your hips. next came the sound of him ripping the tape from his mouth. it almost sounded painful, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on that fact as you heard his deep voice purr against your ear, 

“you… dirty little thing,” his hands squeezed the flesh of your hips as he pressed his crotch sharply against your butt, “we were taken hostage and you still have it in you to tease me like a slut?” the lange hands that help you started scrunching up the material of your skirt even further, practically making it a belt as it rested around you waist, “look at you… should have known when you came to work in this tiny little thing,” and you were happy that he noticed, “if we hadn’t been taken, maybe i would have had my way with you in the storage closed. god knows how long i’ve wanted to.” he sucks in a breath against the shell of your ear, “sucks that this is how it finally happens, but i’m not complaining. gotta admit it's awfully cute seeing you all tied up like this. was thinking about being a gentleman and helping you out of these, but i think i really like seeing you struggle,” he murmurs, playing with the zip-ties on you. 

his hands wrap around your torso to hold you close, and for a moment, he pauses, “gotta know if you really want this though…,” you couldn’t see him, but you could hear the sincerity in his words, “if you want to keep going nod, but if you want me to stop kick me… or something. we can pretend this never happened if that's the case.”

you barely gave him the time to finish speaking and you were frantically nodding your head, whining desperately at the same time. he chuckled, “i figured. just had to ask, but with how wet you are,” he reaches down to feel your soaking panties, he groans, “i could have easily assumed. felt it through my pants ya know?”

you let out an embarrassed whine, squirming a little in his hold, “aw, don’t be shy. do you not feel how hard you make me? heh, i got pretty embarrassed too. couldn’t help it though… the way your cute little butt felt against me, i was losing my mind. i always lose my mind around you if i’m being honest…" Han didn’t give you much time to process what he just said as his slender fingers peeled the fabric of your panties to the side and plunged two digits into your sopping hole. you moaned out loudly through your nose. you arched against him as han continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, and you could feel the dull ache due to your hands being tied, but the pleasure from han’s fingers made you forget any other sensation. 

“you like that?” he practically moaned into your ear. his hips moved in synchronization with his fingers, every time his rock hard bulge pressed into you, he shoved his fingers deep into you. maybe he was possibly more desperate than you based on the way it seemed he was nearly cumming in his pants just by fingering you. because he was the only one not restrained by tape over his mouth, his throaty whines were loud and clear. and of course he was reaching places deeper in your hole that you have never discovered before, you should have known from all the times you have stared at his long fingers at work, imagining them inside you the way they are now. juices gushed down not just his fingers, but his hand as he sped up his ministrations. the warm, musky smell of it now suffocating the both of you.

“god i want to taste you so bad. eat out all of that cream you’re soaking my hand with,” you moan in response, “always wondered how good you taste. i’ll save it for next time. maybe in the breakroom? eat you instead of that gnarly cafeteria food?”

the thin layer of moisture that coated your skin was not forming little beads of sweat as it began to drip down you. your body jerked against him and he could tell you were getting close. his fingers curled and you let out an impossibly high pitched sound. 

“almost there baby?” he urged. he was now slightly propped up on his elbow as he dug somehow deeper into you. you could see his shoulder flex as he pumped brutally into you. your head craned back into his chest as more sounds released from you, “yeah? yeah? c’mon little thing, wanna see you drench me.” that was about all it took, his filthy yet delicious words, and you jolted. you came almost silently, you couldn’t even warn him as you pulsed around his hand. he held you body tightly to him as you jerked through your orgasm, “mmm there it is… yeah. fuck- god y-you’re so tight…” you sucked in a gasp as he worked you through your release, his fingers now overstimulating you and there was no way of telling him to slow down. you whine, as a way of telling him it was becoming too much, but he didn’t relent.

“is to too much baby? mmh one more please? we got time,” han coaxed in your ear, “one more and i’ll fuck you. please, please baby? wanna feel that little pussy clench one more time around my fingers.”

it wasn’t as if you had much of a choice anyways, but the way his words cooed into your ear and his undeniable skill, you weren’t really complaining much. you melted into him, trying your best to let him have his way with you. you couldn’t help the little jolts from overstimulation every now and then, but han was too blind with lust to even acknowledge it. he simply held you tight and continued to fuck you with his fingers. the way he moaned into your hair was as if he could feel what you were feeling himself. 

“f-fuck… c’mon baby, give it to me before i cream my pants… mmm please…” he was begging you now. his voice drenched in lust and desperation. if you weren’t close already, the way he twisted his hand and pressed against your mound added just the right amount of pressure to clit, to make you see white once again. 

“yes… oh yes baby give it to me,” he let out. your combined breath was shaky as he retracted his hand to lick his fingers clean. once again he moaned loudly as if he just orgasmed just by tasting you, “just as delicious as i imagined,” he chuckled, pulling you close to him and turning you over on your side to face him, “i’ll try not to be greedy and ask for another one.” he smiles at you, his little heart shaped grin melting your heart. to emphasize his statement, he gives you a little tease by pinching your clit, making you jump. your eyes squeeze shut, “heh… sorry, you’re just… so cute.” the last words coming out breathy, “god i just have to-”

with that he begins to peel off the tape covering your lips. it should have been more painful, but it could matter less with the way you were yearning for his mouth. it seemed as if he felt the same way with the way your lips smashed together after not even a moment to breathe. han’s tongue shoved into your throat as he devoured you, hands idly crawling up your body to hold you jaw, large thumbs resting on your cheeks as he maneuvered your head to match his kisses. you wanted to mirror him but you were still restrained behind your back. han looked down at where your hands were struggling and pulled away from the kiss. 

“oh.. heh,” he chuckled, “i uhm… don’t have scissors or anything. guess you gotta stay like that it seems.” 

“oh for sure, han,” you spoke your first words to him since being trapped in this car, “is that how you got out of yours too?” you questioned, incredulously. 

“guess he didn’t tie me well,” he grinned, clearly lying between his teeth. 

there was no response. instead, han pulled you back into him as he lifted your leg to wrap over his waist. all you could do was watch and lick your lips as he unzipped his fly. you wanted to be the one to free his hard cock, finally feel it for yourself, but yet again you were reminded about the stupid zip-ties holding you back. perhaps you’ll get him back for this someday. 

barely pulling his pants down, han finally pulled his cock out. his hands pulled your face again and once more continued to make out with you. your tongues fought hard against each other inside your warm mouths, and without warning you felt han line himself up with your hole. you felt him start to slowly inch in as he pressed his lips on you harder, as if to try to distract you. it felt as if he was never ending as he slowly slid in, already hitting your limit when you look down to see he’s only halfway in. he scoffs, “you can fit the rest in right?” han teases. you both knew you were going to. it was how long he would give you to adjust. you knew he was an impatient man though, so it was no surprise when he pushed the remainder of him a little too quickly. you felt filled to the brim, moaning out a stifled, slightly pained sound.

“alright baby? sorry… i couldn’t wait… had to be inside you,” his stilled, letting you adjust as his hands petting the back of your head as if to sooth you. his lips found your neck and began to bite and suck in the meanwhile, “you’ve been so good to me, baby. take your time, lemme know when you’re ready, yeah?” 

after only a few moments you felt ready. or at least that was what you convinced yourself, growing too impatient as well, the need for him growing too strong. 

“please move,” you sighed into the top of his head as he buried himself into creating dark hickeys across your neck. he smiled at you again. you could never get enough of his little grin. such a sweet smile he had, you couldn’t imagine it was worn by the same man who now started to pound your brains out in the back of a musty sedan after a botched hostage situation. 

han was all over you, his hands and lips roaming all over your body as he fucked you, and you would have reciprocated if you could, but you simple took it, everything he poured out to you through his actions. at this point you were drenched in each other’s sweat, the heat from the tiny space now catching up with you, but you could care less. you couldn’t care less in the same way you began to hear sounds right outside the car in the back of your mind. neither of you paid much attention to it, simply too caught up in each other to hear the loud clank and jolt of the car. han’s moans blocked out all the sounds from the outside world as his hips non-stop thrusted against you. you could deal with whatever was happening outside after you both came. 

“close, han” you mewled

“me too… come with me?” it was almost too easy for you to let go, already far gone from han’s prep barely an hour ago. the two of you hit your highs simultaneously. but in that moment, you felt the vehicle you were in tip upwards. right as han’s load shot into you, the both of you began to slide all the way to the back of the trunk. you landed on him, bodies smushed against each other from the momentum, but at least you both managed to come before it happened. it took you a moment, but you both regained your breathing and returned to normal. you looked at each other, your pupils dilated as you stared into him. 

“did they just…” he blinked, “tow the car with us in it?”

thinking of writing again so i’m reblogging the oldies!!!

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 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, then down to tease the waistband of his boxers. his hands kneaded at the back of your clothed thighs, supporting the movements of your hips along his crotch despite his empty 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.”

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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han jisung x reader x bang chan

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: mafia au, multiple mentions of blood, mentions of a crime (murder), mentions of an injury, assassin/hitman jisung, switch!jisung (falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), sub!reader, dom!chan, a bit of teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink (towards chan), pet name: baby, humiliation/degradation-ish towards jisung, implied reader x other members, implied member x member, nipple play+one slap, choking, oral fixation, unprotected sex, this is just pure filth tbh idk y'all. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: you're more than a stress relief - you're their heaven.

a/n: i have...many mafia skz thoughts that all play into this universe and i had to get this out. idk i may delete it? but while i have the guts to, i'm posting it now l o l. if we're a fan of mafia skz, lemme know because i have endless content.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung or bang chan as people or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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The blood on Jisung's shirt was a little more damp than he expected it to be, the white sleeve turning darker the longer it sat. It dripped off the cuff, falling onto his slacks and seeping through the fabric. He clutches the wheel, eyes narrowed and focused on the yellow lines, trying to calm his breathing.

Fuck, that got out of hand. He wasn’t sure if it was his or the other guy’s, and Jisung didn’t know if he wanted to know. It’s better to be blissfully ignorant, leaving the scene behind him as he keeps an eye on his speed. He doesn’t want to risk getting caught like this. After what he just did.

Jisung prides himself on his work. He’s good at it; clean, quick, efficient. There was no reason tonight should have gotten so out of hand. He was prepared. More prepared than the target was. And yet, here he was, questioning whether or not the cut on his arm needs to be tended to by Seungmin immediately or if he can clean it himself. 

The gates to the mansion are slow to open, teeth digging into his lower lip in impatience. They’re just as slow to close, but he can’t focus on that.

He can’t focus on anything.

His heart is hammering against his chest, ready to bust out. The adrenaline coursed through his veins making his body hot, brown hair sticking to his forehead. Lifting a hand up, he pushed it back, wanting it out of his face and-

Fuck.

The blood.

Luckily the rearview mirror eases his fear; most of the blood is in his hair, not on his skin.

Good. He can’t see you with blood on his face.

The front door slams shut behind him, echoing through the empty entryway. There’s no sign of life — everyone too far into their slumber to notice his arrival. He kicks his boots off, letting them bounce against the white wall and land with a thud.

God, what fucking happened tonight? How could he have fucked up so badly? He’s jittery with anger, heart pounding harder and harder as he climbs the curved staircase. That guy wasn’t supposed to be there — Jisung had watched for weeks preparing for this. It should’ve gone exactly as planned. But it hadn’t, and now he was injured and angry, pent up aggression begging to get out.

He rolls his sleeves up as he approaches the door at the end of the hall, the cut on his forearm throbbing and stinging as the cold air hits it. Slowly turning the knob, he pushes the door open, the moonlight from the hallway windows spilling into the dark bedroom.

Your chest rises up and down slowly, breaths deep and slow with a soft snore falling from your lips. Careful not to disturb you, he sneaks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before he turns on the light. The blood stains the clear skin, watery and spinning down the drain. Jisung scrubs and scrubs, making sure every inch of his arms and hands are clean before stripping his dress shirt off.

The cut is bad. Nothing that can’t wait, but worse than he thought. Chan would be mad, both about the injury and extra casualties. He can see his disappointed face when he blinks, throbbing heart dropping to his belly. Pushing it to the back of the mind, he exits back into the bedroom, where you’re still fast asleep.

Hair fanning on the silk pillow, you’re a picture of bliss. Relaxed and happy, eyelids twitching with what he hopes are the most wonderful dreams. What’s going on in that head of yours? Were you told where he was going tonight? When he kissed you goodbye, did you worry about him? He hopes not — the last thing he wants is for you to be kept up with thoughts of him not coming home.

Tears sting his eyes, and Jisung presses the heels of his palm to them. He hopes you weren’t, because he was worried enough for the two of you. The thought of never seeing you again plagued him the entire time. His fuck up almost cost him everything and he just can’t bear it.

He sits on the bed next to you, reaching out to stroke your cheek. It doesn’t take long for his touch to stir you awake, sleepy eyes slowly fluttering open. They light up a bit when you realize who’s pulling you out of your slumber.

“Jisung?” You whisper, a slight whine to your voice as you reach out to him.

He quickly collects your hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. “Hi, baby. Missed you.”

You smile softly at him, ready to return the sentiment when you notice the cut on his arm. It’s poorly wrapped, the blood seeping through the bandage just slightly. “You’re hurt.”

Eyes flickering down to his cut then back to yours, he’s quick to soothe you. “It’s nothing. Just a little scratch.”

“No.” You say with a shake of your head, sitting up and reaching towards the injury. “You’re bleeding-“

“Don’t worry.” There’s a myriad of feelings clouding his brain; anger with the target, fear of Chan’s disappointment, affection for you while also a deep frustration for himself for making you worry. “I’m really okay.”

There’s a flash of hesitance in your eyes. You don’t believe him, and he doesn’t blame you. Quickly your eyes soften, the way you squeeze his hands easing the tension a bit. “Make sure Minnie looks at it.”

He nods in agreement, already planning on doing so but it reassures you nonetheless. You lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Turning his head, his nose nudges against yours, smiling at the way you hum sleepily.

You make the first move, lips brushing against his. It’s so soft, so loving and sweet. Cupping your cheek, he deepens the kiss just a bit, smiling as you reach out and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Creeping up the nape of his neck, you run your fingers through his hair, scratching just a bit in a way that makes him moan lowly. Your touch feels so heavenly, so comforting after a horrific mission.

The realization hits him right as you scrunch your nose, pulling your hands back slowly. Jisung moves back, trying to grab your wrists before you see it.

“Did you shower?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as his grip tightens. “Why is your hair wet?”

He regrets taking off his shirt, suddenly needing something to wipe the blood off with. “Let’s go take a bath, hm? Since you’re up-“

“Jisung, what is that?”

“Blood.” His answer is clipped, filled with guilt that he let you touch him like this. “Let’s go clean it off-“

“Who’s?”

He sighs, reaching down for your abandoned sweatpants by the side of the bed. “Remember the guy that Changbin was talking about the other night?”

You nod, staring at him while he focuses on cleaning your hands. “Him?”

“I had too, baby-“

“Good.“

Your response makes him pause. Rarely does he talk about his job with you; not because you’re uncomfortable with it, but out of protection. The less you know about what he does when he disappears in the middle of the night, the better. Slowly, he nods.

“That’s the one who’s been causing trouble for Chan?”

Again, he nods.

“Okay.“

It’s not what he expected, but nothing about this night has gone the way he thought it would. Hands clean of blood, Jisung drops the dirty sweats on the ground. Silence falls between you, both of your eyes focused on the palms of your hands.

“We still need to wash them.”

But that fact is quickly lost by the intensity in which you kiss him, tongue immediately parting his lips and diving in. There’s no time to process what’s happening, Jisung’s body reacting before his brain can. He’s so pent up, so frustrated and dealing with too many feelings to keep his head on straight. He needs to get it out. 

Why not on you?

Jisung sits up on his knees, all but pushing you down on the bed. The kisses are rougher, teeth pulling at each other’s lips and tongues canvassing, wanting to taste each other like it’s the first time. Slotting a leg between yours, a hand teases the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up your body.

He cups your face, tilting your head back to taste more of you when your hand wraps around his wrist. The kisses don’t halt as you bring it to your throat. Jisung can’t control the groan he releases, putting pressure on your throat and drawing a long whimper from you.

It’s loud.

Too loud.

Chan shifts in the bed, groaning as he brings a hand to his face and rubs his eyes. “Keep her quiet. I’m trying to sleep.”

Jisung chuckles against your lips, increasing the grip he has on your throat. “Sorry, hyung. I’ll try my best.”

His hand creeps under your shirt, moving to cup your breast. Quickly catching your lips, your moans vibrate against his, only encouraging to toy with them more. Pinching your nipple and pulling, you break the kiss, a strangled cry leaving your lips.

“Oh baby. Does that feel good?” He coos, digging his nails into the sensitive nub to pull another cry from you.

All you can do is whimper, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. It’s so heavenly, having you sprawled out below him, putty in his hands from just a few rough touches. He lets go of your nipple, landing a hard slap on the tingling skin. You squirm, hips bucking up and core coming in contact with his slacks. The friction makes you moan, unable to stop yourself from moving up and down his thigh, desperate for more.

“Such a needy baby.” He scolds, hand traveling down your body. Fingers tease the lacy hem of your panties, not quite ready to slip in. Jisung needs more from you. He needs you desperate for him, crying his name as your boyfriend lays in bed next to you.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you in front of Chan, and it won’t be the last, but the rush is always the same. It covers him like ice water, skin prickling and numbing his body in the best way. The feeling of your skin on his is something he’ll always crave, something he’ll never be able to shake. You’re his good and his bad, regardless of who you’re with. He needs you like he needs to breathe, and he’ll share you with whoever the fuck he has to. As long as he doesn’t have to go without the person he needs the most.

The feeling of the lace against his fingers as he finally slips inside is like no other, a wide smile on his face as he watches you react immediately. Big eyes blink up at him, teary and filled with a desperation to rival his own. 

When his thumb brushes your clit ever so lightly, Jisung watches as your eyes roll back. His name sounds so beautiful falling from your lips in this state. Fuck, he needs to hear it again-

The bed shifts as Chan sits up, curls all out of sorts and sleep still lingering on his face. Narrowed eyes bounce from you to him, the playfulness evident even if his expression says otherwise. “What did I just say?”

Jisung chuckles, hooking your panties and pulling them to the side. He lets go of your neck briefly, pushing his slacks down just enough to free his throbbing cock. “It’s not my fault.” The tip runs through your wet folds, his teeth pulling his bottom lip in. “She just sounds so pretty.”

Chan looks over at you, seeing your grabby hands reaching for him. He gives you a gentle smile before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Still. You know how to shut a whiny puppy up, Jisung.”

With a quirk of his eyebrow, a challenging smile spreads  across his face as he pushes into you. The gasp you release is so loud and whiny as it fills the bedroom. “Do I?”

Taking advantage of your parted lips, Chan slips three fingers into your mouth. It’s embarrassing how easily you accept it, wrapping your lips around them and sucking, soothed immediately by the weight. You hum happily, tilting your head back to take more of his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.” Chan coos, and the praise makes you clench around Jisung’s cock, which was now halfway in. 

You were already tight from the lack of prep, warm walls barely squeezing his cock in. Now you’re constricting him, unable to move deeper. His eyes roll back, hands coming to your hips and digging his nails into your skin. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” Jisung can feel his face redden, panting a bit as he tries to push further into you. 

“Is she?” This time Chan coos at Jisung, sitting up fully in the bed so he can lean closer towards his friend. “Does she feel good, Sungie?”

Jisung’s nose twitches, the redness now up to his ears. “F-fuck off, Chan-“

“Answer me.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Does my girlfriend’s cunt feel good?”

He somehow finally bottoms out, your muffled moans making him lightheaded. Jisung pauses, head hanging as he attempts to catch his breath. The way you’re clenching around him is bad enough, but Chan’s words make everything so. Much. Harder.

“Y-yes.” He grunts out, hoping that he’ll stop now that he has an answer. 

Chan chuckles, free hand cupping the younger man’s face. Jisung can’t help the way he leans into his touch — Chan has such a pull on him, something he’s never been able to explain. He’ll do anything, anything, to make him proud.

“Kinda pathetic, isn’t it?” Chan says, an evil smile on his face. “Can’t get your own girl, so you have to fuck mine?”

He wants to deny it. To reaffirm to Chan the way he feels about you, to prove to him that it’s so much more than that. Like he hasn’t always known how crazy in love Jisung has always been with you.

With him.

He nods weakly, pulling out barely a quarter of the way before slamming back in. “She just is so good, Channie-“

Chan clicks his tongue, thumb finding his bottom lip and playing with it. “Who?”

He can’t help but snap into you harder this time, making you squirm as he hits your sweet spot. Oh how pretty you look, tears finally falling from the intensely wonderful feeling. Watching your boyfriend tease Jisung always does something to you; this strong, dominant man who always takes you as he wants, crumbling under Chan’s words.

“Daddy.” It’s barely above a whisper, and you’re sure you would have missed it if the room wasn’t so quiet. “She’s so good, daddy.”

The happy hum Chan releases makes Jisung’s chest fill with warmth, the validation that he’s done good only serving to help his hips move fast. Letting go of his face, your boyfriend gently begins to rub your clit. 

You jolt, the intense feeling of Jisung repeatedly hitting you exactly where you want him and Chan’s circles heavenly. Legs beginning to shake, your core tingles as the orgasm builds and builds. You’ve never felt as good as you feel with the two of them, never felt as alive.

“Look at you.” Chan’s focus is back on you, applying more pressure to your clit. “Baby’s gonna cum?”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth — a deep breath mixed with a broken cry ringing through his ears. “Y-yes, daddy. Baby cum? Pl-please?”

The attention Chan gives you is the opposite of the attention he gives Jisung. Soft, gentle, careful to give you exactly what you need to feel good. His lips brush against yours sweetly, free hand holding one of yours. “Of course, my love.”

He turns his head, the evil smile making another appearance as he takes in Jisung. He’s beet red, breathing heavily as he tries to control his thrusts, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Just like Chan knows you like the back of his hand, he knows Jisung. All his tells, from the shaky thrust patterns to the barely audible whimpers. 

“Aww. Are you going to cum too, Sungie?” Chan coos, tone dripping condescendingly. 

Jisung is right on the cusp, ready to topple over at any second but trying his best to hold out. There’s a slight tremble to his lips as he sniffles a bit, your walls so divine that his brain is fogged. He doesn’t know where he starts and you end, and what started out as taking his frustration out on you turns into something much deeper. The need to please higher than the one to be pleased.

“Yeah.” Is all he can say as he focuses on savoring the feeling of completing you.

He’s not sure when Chan let go of your hand, but the next thing he knew it was on the nape of his neck, turning his head to face him. His eyes have never been so dark, smile never as twisted. There’s just somebody about Jisung, post kill, that drives him insane.

“Who cums first?”

“Baby.”

“And then?”

Jisung swallows, trying so hard to focus on Chan even as you’re crying out his name beneath him. “Me.”

“Make our girl cum, then you can pump her full.” He drops his hand, attention falling back to you. 

Beautiful, wonderful you, always so ready to take his friends whenever they want you.

Whenever he had pitched the idea almost a year ago, he never thought that this is what it would turn out to be. Just a stress relief, that’s all. He didn’t think that he would watch you and Jisung, as well as everyone else, fall in love with each other.

But, god, was it more than he could’ve asked for. A little slice of heaven that’s all his.

His heaven that’s you screaming Jisung’s name at well past four in the morning, clawing into Chan’s bicep as an intense wave washes over you. It’s Jisung praising you, leaning down and finding your lips as he whispers filthy things that make you crave him all over again.

“Did so well, baby.” He grunts, ruthlessly chasing his high. He doesn’t have to run far before it’s crashing down on him, moaning your name as you exchange sloppy kisses. Cumming inside you is the best feeling in the world, a high that nothing can compete with. It feels so good, so well deserved after an evening of unfortunate events. 

Jisung starts pulling out when he feels hands on his hips, pushing them back and keeping his cock snug inside you. Chan has moved behind him, kissing his bare shoulder blades as he slowly pulls Jisung’s slacks down fully.

“You didn’t think we were done here, did you?”

hotline // b.c, l.mh, h.js

“not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

⛓️ PAIRING :: bang chan, lee minho, han jisung x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.5k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: video call, voyeurism, (guided) masturbation, app-controlled vibrator

⛓️ NOTE :: the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

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“Good girl,” Chan coos. “Now show us that pretty pussy, yeah? The boys wanna see.”

‘The boys’ meaning Jisung and Minho, their heads almost bumping as they crowd behind Chan’s laptop. Their appreciative noises tell you they’re getting the perfect view. You point the phone down and spread your legs even further. 

It’d started like your usual video calls with Chan: some teasing, a little dirty talk here and there. The both of you get lonely when he’s away for weeks on end. Lonely and frustrated. These calls help you get through the nights where your bed is cold and empty. 

Minho and Jisung had merely walked in at the right time.

“Does she always get this wet?” You hear Minho hiss through his teeth. 

Jisung moans. “Fuck, I bet she tastes like heaven.”

Chan mumbles a reply and your heart swells at how proud he sounds. You spread your folds with your fingers, making sure the camera captures it all. How they glisten in the dim light. How your empty hole clenches at their words, desperate to be filled. 

Your boyfriend chuckles. “You should see them now, baby. Jisung is already hard. And Minho can pretend all he wants but those red ears give him away.” 

There’s a chuff from the younger man. “No need to pretend. She’s fucking hot.” 

Now it’s your turn to flush; you’ve always found Chan's friends attractive and hearing them say these things about you doesn’t leave you unaffected. And even though Chan knew about your little crush you never thought he’d let them watch. You lament them sitting in a hotel room on the other side of the world. Imagine the fun you could be having if they were right here… 

Chan's voice interrupts your thoughts. “Do you have it, baby? Let’s turn it on.” 

“Yes, lemme—” you rummage through your nightstand drawer until you’ve found the vibrator Chan bought for you a while ago before he went on a trip. “For when you miss me.” He’d winked. “Call me.” 

And call him you did. Turns out the vibrator can be controlled through an app. The same app Chan’s currently opening on his phone. 

The device starts buzzing softly and a shiver of excitement runs through your body. You prop your phone up on the edge of the bed, making sure the men on the other side of the line have a good view of you as you recline against the pillows.

“Wanna cum on those tits, shit—” 

You giggle at Jisung’s desperate tone. You imagine them looming over you, stroking their cocks until they are covering you in white ropes of cum. Your aching cunt clenches at the thought. “Channie…”

“Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself for us.” Chan says. “But you know the drill… no cumming until I say so.”

The moment the vibrator comes in contact with your clit you whimper, already so tender from their earlier words. Chan plays with the settings; adjusting the speed and the intensity of the vibrations. Their voices become background noise as the coil in your tummy starts to tighten.

“You’re a lucky man, Chan. Look at her. So fucking sexy."

“Do you think she can take two of us? At the same time?”

“Fuck—she’s gushing. Those sheets are getting drenched already.” 

“I wanna see her cum, bet she makes the sweetest noises when she does.”

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Can’t wait to be home and be inside of you.”

“I’ll—ahh, fuck—I’m gonna cum in my pants if she keeps moaning like that.”

“Move, Ji. I can’t see shit if your big head is in the way.” 

“Baby.” Through your lust filled daze Chan’s voice sounds clear like a bell. “Can they play with you?”

He lowers the intensity of the vibrations to give you a moment to gather your thoughts. The idea of someone other than your boyfriend playing with you has you shaking with excitement. 

“Yes please,” you answer breathlessly. Jisung’s thrilled reaction almost deafens you and you giggle. “Do you want to play with me, Hannie?” You give him a little wave through the screen. 

“Fuck yes!” It's hard to see them on such a small display but it’s easy to imagine his lust-blown eyes and ecstatic grin. 

“What about you, Minho?” you ask coyly. 

“You’re lucky I'm not there with you, kitten.” His voice sounds almost like a purr. “Or you wouldn’t be able to even ask me a question.”

You believe him. His hands gripping your hair and his thick cock stuffing your mouth, drool dripping down your chin—

“Not so fast.” Chan speaks up again. “There’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum.”

You gulp. How would you ever know if you can’t see who’s holding the phone? You glance at your own screen, only to be met with your boyfriend’s playful smirk. 

“No cheating, baby. If you wanna play you’ll have to guess. And you better guess right or this will be a long night for you.” 

The vibrator starts buzzing again and you press it to your clit. Goosebumps litter your skin in anticipation. 

The intensity switches up quickly. Like the person controlling the app is unfamiliar with it. You moan at the sudden attack on your senses, legs starting to shake already.

Then the vibrations quiet down until there’s nothing but a soft buzz left. You whine in frustration. Chan knows his way around your body perfectly, knows exactly what settings you prefer and how to get you to cum quickly; or how to edge you for hours. This person isn’t nearly as refined with the app as he is, the vibrations speeding up again all of a sudden. 

Could it be Jisung? He wanted to watch you cum quickly. Or is it Minho? He could be testing your limits or trying to throw you off. 

It's a rollercoaster of sensations while the three men talk you through it, teasing and encouraging you at the same time. 

“You’re doing so well for us, baby. Don’t you wanna cum? Make a guess.”

“So sweet... can’t wait to play with you.” (You know that’s just Minho trying to fool you. It could be either of them.) 

“Is she crying?”

“Aww baby, wanna cum that badly? Wish you could cum on my cock instead? Or on Jisung’s or Minho’s… I know you want it, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll let them play with you for real when we come back, how does that sound?”

It sounds like fucking heaven. But right now you’re far from that: toes curling and free hand gripping at the sheets as your body burns with the overwhelming need to cum. “Channie—I’m so close, wanna cum, can’t hold it much longer—”

“You’ll have to, baby. You know the rules.” 

The vibrations are all over the place now. They’re bringing you so close to the edge but are never consistent enough to push you over. You're racking your brain trying to find any clues. Have they switched yet? Who could it be? 

“M-Minho?” you guess. Your face is wet with tears now. Both from frustration and pleasure.

A familiar guffaw sounds through the phone and your heart sinks. “Guess again, kitten.” 

“Jisung!” you cry out. You’re so close your walls are contracting erratically, desperate for release. It takes you all your focus to hold back. 

“Tssk,” Chan tuts and you can hear the feigned disappointment in his voice. “Down so bad you can’t even recognise your own boyfriend?”

You let out a sob. “I-I’m sorry, Channie, please let me cum, I love you, I'm sorry,” you’re rambling now. You were so focused on Jisung and Minho you didn’t realize Chan was still part of the game. All you can think about is how good you’d feel if he’d just say the word. “Please, it hurts—” 

“What do you think, boys?” Chan asks. “Shall we give her another chance?” 

“She’s been holding back so well, let her cum.” You’re surprised to hear Minho say. His own cock is leaking so much now it’s starting to ache, too. 

Jisung hums his approval and Chan turns his attention back to you. “Sounds like you got lucky today, love.” He turns up the intensity of the device. “Cum for us… let us hear you.”

You do so with a cry, your entire body shaking when you press the vibrator against your throbbing clit and pleasure engulfs you. The “T-Thank you Minho, Jisung—” your voice is wobbly as Chan guides you through your orgasm. “Thank you Channie, please, ‘s enough, hnng—”

You’re thrashing on the sheets until Chan finally turns off the device. You lie there, chest heaving while you wait for the numbness in your hands and feet to ease up. 

Minho is the first to speak. There’s a sense of urgency to his voice you haven’t heard before. “Fuck, that was hot. I'm out. I need a cold shower and a long jerk-off session now.”

There’s a chorus of goodbyes as both Jisung and Minho leave the room in a hurry, presumably to relieve themselves. You giggle and turn onto your side. You’re greeted by Chan’s dimpled smile on your screen. “Let’s do that again when we’re back.”

Game Night

ot8 x Female reader

Word count: 8.4K (I can't even justify...)

Synopsis: You and the guys have another Monday night game night but it's anything but 'typical' when the game is truth or dare...

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here it is! The big finale! Hell in a hand basket, see you all there! If you like this unhinged debauchery please reblog, comment, like lose your mind in my asks! Yall have been killing me!🤣 As always but especially with this series warnings and S.M.U.T! below the cut! 9/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Bro... Ima try! Cursing/ swearing, LOTS of dirty talking, mentions of public sex, mentions of voyerism, gang bang, mentions of getting MC pregnant (only once not during sex), masturbation (m&f), oral (m&f), face sitting, deep throating/face fucking, cock slapping MCs face, gagging, choking/breath play, cum eating, cum play, squirting, cum shot, cream pie, rimming/ass play, rough sex, slight degradation (kinda), double penitration, anal sex (MC first time), sex toys (vibrator), Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin Dom/Jeongin, Jisung, Felix Sub/MC switch, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking (paddle), clit/pussy slapping, spit play, praise, pet names (beautiful baby girl goddess, kitten, sweetie, also good/bad girl. Felix gets called angel, him, Jeongin, and Jisung get called good boy. Jeongin calls you noona), Hyunjin takes pornographic pictures of MC, MC gets 'punished', MC is restrained (held down by Changbin), dude I don't even know I think that's everything. If I missed anything (if there's anything to miss) please let me know and will add it to the warnings asap.

Monday night board game night with the guys. It was a ritual you all always committed to and this Monday wasn’t any different in that sense. What was different was that the game chosen wasn’t technically a board game but somehow had been agreed upon, none the less.  

“Truth...” Jeongin answered and Hyunjin smirked. 

“Have you ever had sex in public?” Jeongin’s face turned pink and his eyes got wide. You shot Hyunjin a glare and Jeongin nodded. 

“Yes. Once.” Everyone but Hyunjin seemed surprised by his answer. 

“Not such a baby after all huh?” Jeongin spun the bottle that was in the middle of the group and it landed on Seungmin. The sly smile on his face you already knew who his target would be, if there were a way to stop him you would but the dagger eyes you gave him were ignored as he cleared his throat. 

“Felix...” You braced yourself for what would come. 

“Truth or dare?” Immediately he answered. 

“TRUTH!” Assuming it was the safer option. 

“Have you ever listened to any of us fucking?” It wasn’t. Felix almost choked and turned a hundred shades of red. 

“Uh... well... I’m sure we’ve all heard-” Seungmin shook his head. 

“No not heard listened, knowingly pressed your ear to a door or wall to listen to us fucking.” Felix stammered then looked down embarrassed and gave a small nod. 

“Yes.” He said quietly then leaned over and spun the bottle before any follow up questions could be asked. It spun and stopped on you. Beautiful. You already knew your target. 

“Seungmin...” He smirked knowing you’d choose him as soon as the bottle landed on you. 

“Yes sweetie...” His smile grew. 

Truth or dare Minnie?” 

“Dare...” He answered quickly knowing you had too much on him to pick truth. Whatever little dare you came up with would be far more bearable than telling the truth. 

“I dare you...” Seungmin puckered his lips at you teasingly. 

“I dare you to back hug Felix for the rest of the game.” Seungmin’s smile was wiped off his face he went to say something but you cut him off. 

“A real back hug, no pinching, or whispering scary things in his ear, no little tricks or loopholes. A genuine caring back hug the entire rest of the game.” Seungmin wanted to protest but Chan cut in. 

“Fair is fair Seungmin take your medicine.” Seungmin huffed and got up walking around the circle to sit behind Felix. He wrapped his arms around Felix’s waist. 

“Someone spin the stupid bottle.” Seungmin grumbled. Chan leaned over and twirled it and it landed on Minho. Now this was a wild card. There’s so many ways this could go, Minho was as unpredictable as the weather. He could choose anyone and anything in his arsenal of questions and dares were sure to be wicked. His feline eyes narrowed on you and you knew you were fucked. 

“y/n...” You sighed. 

“Yes Minho...” You deadpanned. 

“Truth or dare... kitten?” Your eyes got bigger but you composed yourself quickly and answered. 

“Truth Minho.” He looked like a cat ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. 

“Out of all of us, who’s fucked you the best?” Record scratch. 

“H-how...” Minho happily answered. 

“Well kitten it’s pretty easy to notice a post nut glow and one by one these fellas started floating around the apartment after a day with you.” Well the metaphorical cat was out of the bag now and there was no way to really answer that question fairly. They all fucked you stupid one way or another. You shook your head and huffed unwilling to take that bait, you could only imagine the bickering that would ensue. 

“Fine Dare” the guys were all cool, collected, but there was an energy buzzing underneath. You weren’t used to them all being so quiet, like they knew the shit storm that was coming once Minho opened his mouth. Minho lifted his sharp brow and smirked.  

“I dare you to let all of us fuck you at the same time. Gang bang style kitten.” You were genuinely shocked even for Minho. You expected crazy, maybe sex related, but not that.  

“W-what a-all of you?!” Minho smirked some of the guys were breathing heavily, poor Felix was beet red. 

“If you think you can take us that is.” Minho added and your eyes narrowed.  

“You all want to fuck me?” There was a unanimous yes.  

“Okay fine.” Minho cleared his throat. 

“Oh kitten, one more stipulation.” 

“Shoot.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat. 

“You have to take us all raw.” Your jaw dropped. 

“R-raw?” Minho nodded smiling very pleased with himself. He leaned over into your ear and whispered. 

“Worried one of us might knock you up? Hmm?” 

You stood up, stripped all your clothes off and stood in front of them stark naked. You looked down at Minho and smiled sweetly. 

“I’m on birth control Min.” You started backing towards the closest bedroom beckoning the guys to follow. One by one they got up and single file followed you into Chan’s room which was closest. 

“You boys gonna fuck me with your clothes on?” Pants and shirts started flying and you giggled. You got on Chan’s bed kneeling and then you were surrounded by eight gorgeous men with hard cocks in hand. You were out of your depth for sure. 

“So... how do we start this?” Minho crawled on the bed first stroking his cock. 

“Why don’t you start by sucking on this.” Minho offered you his dick. You bent over and Minho slid his cock in your mouth, precum smeared on your lips. You started sucking him, bobbing up and down making sure to coat his shaft with plenty of spit. 

“Someone lick the kitty, she’s sucking me so well.” Minho held your hair up for a better view of you blowing him. Felix crawled on the bed next touching himself but not jerking off. 

“ME! Let me!” He laid on his back under you and pulled you down on his face. Felix hummed, licked, sucked with so much enthusiasm. You gagged on Minho’s dick and Felix could feel you clench while he tongued your hole drinking you. He took a breath. 

“So good... fuck she tastes so good.” Jeongin nudged Felix out of the way. 

“Let me taste too.” Jeongin got under you and you thought Felix had been enthusiastic the sounds that came from your sopping wet cunt while Jeongin ate you out were lewd. Minho pulled you off his cock by your hair and tilted your head up making you look at him. 

“How is it kitten is Innie eating you good.” You nodded. Minho looked at the others. 

“You know she does have an asshole that could be getting eaten too... just saying.” Minno stuck his cock back in your mouth and you bobbed and sucked humming as a thank you for reminding them. Chan crawled up. 

“That’s me.” Jeongin kept lapping at your pussy and pulled your ass apart for his hyung to eat. Chan’s tongue circled the tight hole then started sucking and slurping. He pulled back. 

“Hold her open good for me Innie.” Chan spit on your hole and licked it up before eating your ass again. It wasn’t long before Jeongin and Chan had you coming. You moaned hard around Minho’s cock. 

“Ohhh fuck yes make her do that again and I’ll blow.” Jeongin and Chan moved out of the way making room for others. 

“Well? Who’s next?” Changbin crawled under you this time and Hyunjin took your ass. They both happily hummed licked and sucked anything you gave them. After a minute Changbin got up. 

“Fuck move Hyunjin I’ve got to fuck this hole I can’t take it anymore.” Hyunjin laughed and moved so Changbin could line up his big cock with your glistening pussy. He spit on his dick and pushed the tip in making you moan around Minho again. He groaned. Changbin set a slow pace at first sliding in and out of you making sure not to hurt you. Minho leaned over as you deep throated his cock and pulled your ass cheeks apart. 

“Pull out Bin show us the gaping hole you're turning that pretty little pussy into. Changbin pulled out and your cunt was gaping wide from his fat cock fucking you open.  

“Go on everyone spit on that hole get it nice and wet for Bin’s cock.” Everybody took a turn spitting, Changbin last before shoving his cock in hard, a wet squelch coming from your pussy as everyone’s spit allowed him to slide right in balls deep. You immedietly came so hard on his cock you screamed around Minho’s and he started fucking your face hard. 

“Fuck Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Minho pulled out and stroked his cock aiming for your mouth. The first streak painted your lips and he squeezed the rest into your mouth.  

“Show me kitten.” You opened your mouth showing him his cum. He took his finger and swiped up what dribbled down your chin and stuck it in your mouth. 

“Now swallow what I gave you and say thank you.” You swallowed Minho’s cum 

“T-thank y-you Minho t-thank you.” You said breathlessly while Changbin still fucked you hard with his huge dick, pulling your hips back making you take him whole. Minho leaned down and kissed your lips that tasted like his cum still. 

“You’re welcome kitten.” Changbin grunted behind you. 

“Fuck! Pussy is so tight!” Changbin spanked you and you moaned out reminding the rest of the guys that you had an open hole to fill.  

“That mouth is mine.” Seungmin crawled over and knelt in front of you. 

“Open up sweetie, you’ve got some cock to swallow.” You deep throated Seungmin’s cock all at once as Changbin and Jisung switched spots and Jisung sunk into you. 

“Fuck Bin how is she still so tight after taking all that cock.” Changbin laughed as he jerked himself off. 

“It’s that perfect little cunt, it’s always tight.” Jisung started fucking you faster and Seungmin gripped your hair and fucked your mouth. 

“I took it easy on you last time pretty, this time, I’m wrecking you. Pay back for that dare sweetie.” He fucked your throat fast and hard pulling your hair tighter as his high approached.  

“Ji finger her asshole and fuck her like you mean it.” Jisung pressed his thumb against your asshole and started fucking you as harder. You were being bounce off one cock onto another and back again, your throat and cunt being properly used, abused, fucked. Seungmin blew down your throat first pushing your head down hard until your nose was buried in the soft skin above his cock. You swallowed as quickly as he filled your mouth. When Seungmin choked you with his cock as he came you clenched around Jisung. He whimpered and pulled out shooting his load on your ass, thick ropes of cum spraying you, his cum dripped down your ass and legs. Jisung rubbed your ass cheek and moved over to lie down, stroking his soft dick getting ready for the next round. Seungmin pulled you off his cock by your hair hard and you fell flat on the bed already starting to feel fucked out. Hyunjin walked over and let go of his cock to flip you over and pulled you into a very familiar position. Your head was hanging over the side of the bed. 

“You remember this yea baby?” You hummed. 

“Yes Jinnie...” You opened your mouth. 

“Good girl, open wide now.” he stuck his fingers in gagging you then rubbed your spit on his cock.  

“I guarantee you one of you is going to want to fill that pussy because she fucking loves this.” He bottomed out into your throat. Jeongin knelt between your legs. 

“Can I fuck you noona please?” You tried to nod. Hyunjin took his cock out long enough for you to answer. 

“GOD YES! Innie fuck me hard just like I like it baby.” Your mouth was full of cock again immedietly and Jeongin slid into you dripping cunt. Hyunjin started playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples hard as he leaned in and fucked your throat mercilessly. You were gagging, drooling, choking every time the shoved it in further. Hyunjin pulled out and smacked your face with his cock as you took a deep breaths then knelt down stroking is cock with one hand, gripping your hair tight with the other. 

“Do you want Innie to fuck you harder beautiful?” 

“Y-yes yes! Jeongin wreck my hole baby fuck it nice and hard!” Hyunjin stood up slapped your face with his cock again and shoved it back in your mouth. 

“Y-yes noona... I will, I’ll fuck you so hard!” Jeongin grabbed your hips and thrusted hard and fast snapping his hips into yours with every thrust. You choked hard on Hyunjin’s cock and he pulled out stroking it hard and fast. 

“Fuck! MMMm open that fucking mouth up and take this load.” His cum squirt into your mouth coating the back of your throat, he stuck the tip in your mouth. 

“Get it all beautiful suck it out.” You gently sucked Hyunjin’s cum from his cock enjoying it’s taste. He pushed your jaw closed and held your nose. 

“Swallow now. Don’t make me grab the paddle.” Jeongin choked out and moaned. 

“Fuck she’s clenching so hard I’m gonna c-c-cum!” Jeongin’s hips stuttered and you could feel his warm load fill your cunt. Hyunjin tsked the youngest. 

“Innie did you cum in her already?” He pulled out and a huge trail of his cum followed. 

“Sorry noona... I should have asked...” You shushed himn  

“It’s okay baby, that’s where I like it. Where’s my angel?” Felix climbed over by you. 

“Here!” He said eagerly. 

“Be a good boy and eat Innie’s cum from my cunt and I’ll make sure you get an extra big surprise.” He smiled, crawled between your legs, buried his face in your pussy and started eating you out, tonguing your hole and licking it all clean. 

“FUCK FELIX YES CLEAN IT UP ANGEL!” Felix sipped on you and didn’t stop until your pussy was trembling and spotless. He looked up at you wanting to be sure he please you. You looked down and pushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his pretty face.  

“Good boy, so good for me aren’t you Lixie.” He nodded his chin coated in your’s and Jeongin’s cum. Chan grabbed your legs and pulled you down the bed so you were laying flat on your back, head resting on the mattress. He pushed your legs back like they had been on the pilates machine. 

“Min hold her legs will you?” Minho crawled over cock hard again and held your legs back.  

“Watch what I can make her do.” Chan latched his pouty lips onto your clit and sucked hard, humming and moaning against your cunt while he finger fucked you harder. It all hit you at once. You started squirting. He sat up and pumped his fingers deeper as your juices squirted out of your pussy.  

“Go on boys, clean up.” Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin all started slurping and licking at your cum. Chan slowed down and kept massaging your g spot firmly as the last of your juices leaked from you. You were almost back to earth when Hyunjin came over.  

“Big deal I can make her do that too.” Chan took over holding your legs and spread you open. Hyunjin slapped your pussy hard then started finger fucking you with his long slender fingers.  

“You didn’t squirt on Bin or Felix at all. Come on now fucking squirt for me beautiful.” He slapped your clit over and over, while he fucked his fingers into you deeper and deeper. You screamed Hyunjin’s name as you started coming again squirt even harder than the last time. Felix and Changbin were ready leaning down so you could spray your cum directly in their face, tongues out drinking everything you gave them, your slick dripping down their chins. Hyunjin massaged your sensitive pussy and gave it another slap for good measure making you jump and more of your juices flow from you.  

“So messy baby, gonna have to clean you up again.” You nodded.  

Without being told, Felix, Jisung and Jeongin all came to your side. You suddenly had three tongues licking your cum from your legs and cunt. It felt amazing. It was soft and tender and exactly what you needed after the last two orgasms you had.  

“Good boys, you cleaned me up so well and I didn’t even have to ask. Think you deserve to cum now? Hmm? Come on then tell me where you want to blow.” They all said mouth in unison as they jerked off by you. 

“Okay boys, mouth.” You opened up as they all circled your head stroking their cocks and panting over you. Felix moaned and came first it hit your nose and lips and then he made your mouth. Seeing Felix cum streak across your face made Jisung jerk and cum, unloading in your mouth entirely. You held your mouth open waiting for Jeongin to blow. Your hand came up and you pressed your fingers against his perinium. He choked out a moan and came unexpectedly. 

“FUCK!” He started coming uncontrolably at first but quickly rebounded and managed to get most of his cum in your mouth. You showed them their three big loads in your mouth and you were about to swallow when Hyunjin grabbed your throat stopping you. 

“Aht aht you gargle all that cum before you swallow like a good girl. Appreciate what your good boys gave you.” He let go of your throat and you gargled the mouth full of cum until it bubbled up over your lips. Hyunjn pushed your mouth closed. 

“Now you can swallow.” You swallowed the three loads of cum in two big gulps and hummed in satisfaction licking at your lips. 

“What do you say beautiful, I shouldn’t have to remind you of your manners.” Hyunjin was getting short with you. You looked at the boys. 

“T-thank you.” They all nodded. 

“You’re welcome noona.” Jeongin said shyly. 

“You ready for more cock kitten?” Minho went to line up with your pussy and you nodded. Just as he was about to push the tip in Hyunjin stopped him. 

“No no no wait that’s it. Not even a please gorgeous?! This won’t do. Someone bend her over I’m getting my paddle.” You clenched and secretly hoped he grabbed the vibrator too. Changbin flipped and lifted you like a rag doll and bent you over his lap. When Hyunjin walked back in with the paddle and, as you had hoped, the vibrator you couldn’t help the little smile on your face. Hyunjin was not pleased. 

“Oh you think this is funny?” You shook your head no but he’d seen the little smile. 

“No no you think this is funny. You seem to have already forgotten your last lesson.” A sizzling slap of the paddle came down on your ass and you moaned loudly. 

“Don’t make a peep or I’ll shove a cock in that mouth to shut you up.” You nodded and he landed another hard smack. Changbin could feel your juices dripping down his leg. 

“Fuck she’s gushing! Spank her again!” Minho grabbed the paddle. 

“Let me...” Oh fuck. He didn’t smack you as hard as Hyunjin but the placement. The paddle came into contact with your ass and your pussy, your arousal oozing from you, making a wet smack. You screamed out in pleasure. 

“FUCK!” Hyunjin wasn’t having it. 

“That’s it fill her mouth. She doesn’t know how to keep it down.” Chan walked over.  

“You heard him baby girl choke on it.” Minho landed another wet smack in the same spot and handed the paddle back to Hyunjin. 

“Suck it!” Hyunjin demanded and smacked you hard again. You swallowed Chan’s cock as he offered it to you. 

“There you go baby girl, now you focus choking on that while you get your punishment.” You looked up at him and hummed around his dick nodding your head as best you could. 

“Mmm there you go.” Slap and you choked on Chan’s cock more. He pet your head and you bobbed up and down his shaft again. You were preparing for the next smack when the vibrator was pressed against your cunt. You started to squirm and Changbin held you down. He leaned over to whisper in your ear. 

“Remember when I said pay back’s a bitch?” You looked back and Changbin quirked his eyebrow at you smirking. Then you saw Minho holding the vibrator to your pussy. Hyunjin landed one more good smack with the paddle while Minho pushed the vibrator harder against your clit. You almost spit out Chan’s cock to scream but he shoved you down on it instead cupping your jaw and fucking your throat. Gagging and drooling while you choked on Chan’s cock with the vibrator being rubbed against your pussy. You came with a strangled moan. Chan pulled you off his cock and leaned down looking at your fuck out face covered in your spit and his precum. He kissed your messy lips pillowy and soft and you were almost back to earth when Hyunjin grabbed the vibrator from Minho. 

“Nonono we’re not done.” He turned it on and up. 

“You know when this ends beautiful so get to choking on that cock or I’ll grab the paddle again.” You scrambled to get Chan’s dick in your mouth fast enough.  

“Fuuuck yes baby girl, you love sucking my cock don’t you.” You hummed loudly as you slurped on him. The vibrator was still pressed firmly against your clit and Changbin decided while he was a spanking chair he might as well keep his hands busy. He started to play with your ass. He spread your ass cheeks and spit directly on your hole and started rubbing it softly. He whispered to you again. 

“I should stick it in shouldn’t I? Teach you your lesson? You want my finger in your asshole?” You clenched but before you could answer Minho cut in. 

“Finger fuck her too Bin, she’s staying bent over with cock in her mouth until she squirts isn’t she?” He rubbed the vibrator hard against your clit and you choked a loud moan around Chan’s dick. You were bent over Changbin’s lap, one hand fucking into your cunt deep, the other fingering your asshole teasing you threatening to push it in. Chan’s cock was rubbing your tonsils as you continued to happily gag and choke on him and Hyunjin pressed and rubbed the wand vibrator against your clit. The other guys were all standing around watching in awe and jerking off. The panting and moaning coming from all of them made you ooze more. Changbin’s fingers pumping into your sopping wet hole made a lude wet sound. Hyunjin got down face level with your cunt. 

“When I say wreck her both of you fucking wreck her understand?” Chan grunted and Changbin nodded. They all worked you over and then Hyunjin said the words. 

“Wreck her!” Chan shoved your head down on his cock while thrusting hard and deep, your nose was buried in his pubic muscle. He reached under and pinched it closed making your gag on him more, drool pouring from your mouth down your chin, down his cock and balls, your hand came up and you cupped his balls pushing him further down your throat. As Chan was getting the best sloppiest blow job of his life Changbin had spit on your asshole again pushing against it firmly and finger fucked you hard hitting your g spot with precision. You knew what Hyunjin was after and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had it, he turned the vibrator up on high. There was a triggering effect. Chan’s cock twitched in the back of your throat as he plugged your nose. He came down your throat causing you to clench, making Changbin finger fuck you harder right as Hyunjin turned up the speed as he was on his knees in front of your cunt. You started squirting in Hyunjin’s face and Changbin just kept fingering you as your juices squirted all over your ass and his lap. Hyunjin buried his nose against your ass and shoved his tongue in your pussy hole lapping at the river of your cum leaking from you still. Hyunjin stood up and slapped your juicy cunt a couple more times for good measure making it gush again. 

“I think she’s learned her lesson.” Chan was still coming down, he’d let go of your nose but was still hugging your head down on his cock. He pulled you off and a little cum dribbled down your chin. He wiped it with his thumb and pushed it in your mouth, you hummed sucking on it. 

“Mmm yea I think you’re right.” Changbin stood up holding you up and then threw you on the bed. You crawled towards the middle and laid down on your belly, all of you panting, taking a moment to catch your breath. You sighed and licked your lips to speak. 

“Where’s my angel?” Felix scrambled to you quickly. I’m here I’m right here.” You smiled and hummed. 

“Good boy. Now angel. Do you still want to watch Channie take my virgin ass?” Chan just came but his dick instantly got hard hearing you ask Felix that. 

“Oh god yes please can I? Please?!” You closed your eyes smiling and nodded. You called for Chan, he came over and knelt by your legs rubbing your ass cheek. You looked back at Chan right into his eyes and they were black puddles of oil filled with lust.  

“Take my asshole Channie, Felix is dying to see you wreck me.” Chan’s mouth ran dry.  

“You sure baby girl?.” You nodded without hesitation. 

“I didn’t say anything because I was being punished, but Bin slipped the tip of his finger in my ass when you made me squirt.” Chan’s cock hung there hard and jumped hearing you say that. 

“Oh did he?” Chan narrowed his eyes at Changbin and he gave Chan a shit eating grin. 

“Well it’s my hole to fill now isn’t baby girl.” You nodded eager. 

“Yes Channie.” He hummed. 

“My hole to cum in?” You closed your eyes and nodded against the mattress. 

“Want you to stretch my asshole good, fill it with a big warm load.” Felix’s whole face was red his body buzzing with excitement.  

“You still wanna see Channie fuck my little virgin hole yea Lixie?” He nodded and squeezed his cock so hard it almost hurt.  

“GOD YES PLEASE!” He begged and you smiled  

“You heard him Channie. So please bend me over and fuck my ass?” Chan ran his hands over your body then lifted you up onto your hands and knees pushing your face down into the mattress, your ass sticking up in the air.  

“Can I take pictures?” Hyunjin asked suddenly and you nodded your head up and down again. Hyunjin dashed to grab his camera as Chan spread your ass cheeks and spit on your hole, watching you clench before tonguing and eating your asshole. You were moaning uncontrollably from the immense pleasure. Minho came to sit in front of you. He held his hard cock up for you.  

“While you got that pretty mouth open why don’t you suck on this.” You swallowed Minho’s cock as Chan ate your ass out. Felix was sweating, tugging his dick hard, trying not to blow already. Everyone else was kneeling, watching, jerking off again, patiently waiting until they got a turn with one of your holes. Chan reached over to his nightstand and grabbed lube. He applied a liberal amount to his fingers and then watched it drip down your ass. Chan was about to slide the first finger into your tight little hole when Jeongin let out a strangled moan about to cum.  

“Wait! Wait! Please!” Chan stopped and Jeongin knelt over your ass and came, his load dripping down your hole. Chan rubbed the spit, lube, and cum all around your hole gently before pushing one finger in slowly. Minho’s cock fell out of your mouth as you moaned and enjoyed this new sensation.  

“Good girl, nice and relaxed.” Minho slapped his cock against your lips reminding you what your mouth was supposed to be doing.  

“Mouth.” He said. You deep throated him and gagged and Chan could feel you clench around his finger.  

“Oh fuck baby girl I’m gonna cum in this cute little asshole so fast if you clench like that when I fuck you.” You hummed around Minho’s cock as Chan slid a second finger in your ass. You were about to moan, letting Minho’s dick fall out of your mouth again but before you could he held your head down and started thrusting up into your throat, you choked, drool and precum dripping down your chin and Minho’s cock and he fucked your throat raw.  

“I said to fucking keep that mouth busy baby!” Minho gripped your hair and pulled you off his cock, he started jacking off fast and hard right in front of your face.  

“I’m gonna paint this pretty face white baby, you wanna wear my cum on this cute little face don’t you?” Chan shoved a third finger in your ass and you couldn’t control the level of your voice.  

“YES FUCK CUM ON MY FACE YES!” You screamed. Minho stroked his cock faster until he twitched in his hand and started coating your face in stripes of his thick hot cum. He kept jerking off fast as more squirted across your lips and cheeks dripping down your chin. Chan was fingering your asshole open, spitting on it from time to time keeping you nice and wet.  

“I think you’re ready for my cock baby girl don’t you?” You nodded as Minho wiped his cum from your face with a rag.  

“Yes Channie! Show Felix how you take my ass! You watch angel and if you’re really good maybe I’ll let you eat Channie’s cum from my ass hmm?” Felix almost malfunctioned.  

“OH FUCK!” He was still jerking himself off resisting the urge to cum, wanting to see Chan’s cock squeeze into your tight asshole for the very first time, hear you scream his hyungs name while he ruins you. Chan motioned at Changbin.  

“Why don’t you get in front and stuff her mouth full so the neighbors don’t hear her screaming my name again, only so many excuses I can give.” Changbin laughed and took Minho’s place in front of you.  

“We both know how much you love choking on this big cock princess so suck me good while Channie wrecks that little hole mmkay?” You nodded fucked out and unsure how you were still going. Hyunjin came back with his camera just in time. Chan squirt lube all over his cock stroking it up and down and then squirt more on your asshole. He tossed the bottle and fisted his cock firmly. When he started to push the tip of his cock against your tight hole slowly sliding the tip in, the sensation was unreal.  

“CHANNIE!!” Hyunjin got close. Click click. Chan pushed in deeper and you immediately went to scream his name again. 

“CHANN-” Changbin quickly filled your mouth with his fat cock. Hyunjin went over to get pictures of you choking on his cock. Click Click. 

“Nhnh... Suck on that princess and let Chan get you stretched out good. You like his dick in your ass don’t you sweet thing.” You hummed in satisfaction loudly around Changbin’s dick and he moaned.  

“Fuck Chan more she’s gonna make me blow so fast.” Chan pushed in deeper still and you let out another strong moan as you deep throated Changbin. Chan spit on his cock and pushed it in deeper until his balls were pressed against your creamy cunt. You couldn’t help it, Changbin’s cock fell from your mouth.  

“God FUCK CHANNIE YES! Fill my ass FUCK!” You heard a choked moan come from Felix and looked over just in time to see him cum all over himself, his load streaking across his abs dripping down hand, his cock and balls as he squeezed every bit of cum out.  

“Bin make room for my sweet angel Felix he’s gone and made a mess of himself and I promised to clean him up.” Changbin smoothed your hair back and nodded, moving, giving Felix room to lay in front of you. You started to lick the cum from Felix’s abs and Chan slowly pulled out and pushed back into your ass again, slow but deep and you moaned against Felix’s abs.  

“Does it feel good?” Felix asked his cock twitching as you continued to clean him with your tongue. Chan pulled out and pushed back in a little faster this time snapping his hips against your ass. 

 “YES! FUck yes Lixie Channie’s cock feel’s so good in my ass.” Felix’s cock twitched more. Chan hummed and gripped your hips a little harder before pulling out and thrusting back in. You went ravenous and Hyunin was ready with his camera. You started slurping and licking, click click, you devoured every drop of Felix’s cum, click click, you wanted more and started sucking his cock hard. Click click click click.  

“Look at her fuck so sexy! Eat that cock while I stretch out this asshole baby girl.” Hyunjin got right down in your face with the camera as you choked on Felix. Click click. 

“Gotta make sure to get that pretty face, so when I jack off to these I can still cum on it.” Chan pulled out and spit into your gaping hole.” Hyunjin got close again, click click. Chan stuffed his cock back in whole. You screamed in pleasure and had to stop blowing Felix and resolved to sucking and licking his balls as you jerked him off hard, he loved when you squeezed his cock hard. You licked Felix’s balls and your tongue traveled lower. You started sucking on the soft skin just below his balls and he started coming again. On himself, on your face. Chan had set a good pace fucking into your ass and reached around to play with your dripping cunt.  

“She’s so fucking wet. Someone has got to fuck her cunt don’t let all that juice go to waste.” Chan wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up, his firm chest pressed against your back, his cock buried so deep in your ass. Hyunjin tossed his camera for a bit and crawled into place underneath. Chan laid you back down on top of him.  

“You want my cock in your sweet little cunt my goddess?” You nodded finding it difficult to form words anymore. Chan stopped thrusting into your ass long enough for Hyunjin to line his cock up with your slick pussy and push in. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you were filled more than you had ever been in your life. When Hyunjin’s cock was deep inside you Chan gave your asshole a hard thrust and you could feel his dick rub against Hyunjin’s inside you. A guttural moan game out of you. Chan went wild and started fucking your ass hard, pounding into you fast, relentless, while Hyunjin held you down on his cock and tried not to cum feeling you squeeze him tighter and tighter as Chan destroyed your asshole. One of Hyunjin’s hands came up and wrapped around your throat squeezing.  

“Fuck her ass harder Channie hyung I don’t think she’s had enough of your cock yet, have you pretty little thing?” You shook your head wildly. He let up off your throat enough to answer.  

“Yes! Harder! Channie fuck my ass harder!” Chan pushed himself up into a plank position and started ramming into you as fast and hard as he could, if Hyunjin wasn’t holding you down on his cock Chan’s thrusts would be sending you further and further up the bed, instead you were held in place while your asshole got wrecked and your cunt stuffed full of cock. Hyunjin started choking you with both hands and you started coming. Hyunjin let up off your throat a bit as your creamy pussy dripped down his dick then grabbed your throat tight again, squeezing just enough to make you a little light headed. When your eyes rolled back Hyunjin let go and came hard inside you, Chan stopped moving so Hyunjin could pump all of his cum into you.  

“That sweet little cunt is gonna be so full of cum by the end of tonight pretty. He pulled you down and kissed you with those pillowly lips and Chan pulled out, your ass feeling so empty you whined into Hyunjin’s kiss.  

“Oh now don’t be that way baby girl” Chan laid back on the bed and patted his thighs.  

“Climb on.” You slowly got up and crawled onto Chan’s lap, you straddled his strong thighs. He lined his cock up with your asshole pushing the tip in again and making you sit on it taking it all. You were full again and you were surprised how much you loved the feeling of a Chan’s cock so deep in your ass. Chan spanked your ass cheek and you clenched.  

“Go on baby girl, stuff your ass with my cock if you want it so bad. Told you you’d love it. You do don’t you baby girl?” You nodded as you held onto Chan’s broad shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his dick, his hands spread your ass apart so you could take it all easier.  

“Fuck such a good girl yes fucking ride it!” You continued stuffing Chan’s cock up your ass and Jisung came over standing in front of your face. You looked up at him as you still bounced on Chan’s cock.  

“What do you want Sungie? Hmm? Wanna fuck my face don’t you baby?” He smiled and shook his head. 

“Well go on then, choke me with that pretty cock of yours.” Jisung held onto your head and pushed his cock into your mouth deep, immedietly fucking your throat. Your drool and spit running down your chin and tits as the squelching from his cock abusing the back of your throat got louder. Chan rubbed your drool all over your nipples, pinching them hard as you continued to grind his cock deeper into your ass. Jisung pushed your head down until your nose was buried in his pubic muscle, his cock twitched and flooded your mouth with warm salty cum. He whimpered as you swallowed while he still came. When he let go of your head you popped off breathless a string of drool and cum trailing from his cock to your mouth. Jisung tilted your head up and kissed you tasting the remnants of his cum still on your tongue. Changbin came over stroking his huge cock. He pet you and pushed sweaty hair out of your face.  

“Think you can take me and Chan princess? Your eyes got wide as you watched Changbin slowly stroke his thick dick in front of your face. “I... I’ll try to Binnie.” Changbin and Chan both cooed at you. Changbin leaned down and kissed you.  

“I know you will princess. Why don’t you spin around and get on Chan reverse cowgirl hmm?” You leaned forward and let Chan’s cock slide out of your ass and slap against his ridiculously toned abs. You turned straddling his legs the other way and Chan held his dick up as you sat down on it again and leaned back, bracing yourself on Chan’s firm torso. Hyunjin quickly grabbed his camera again snapping a few as Changbin knelt in front of you between Chan’s legs and started to push his thick cock into your wet swollen cunt, Hyunjin’s cum leaking from you, making it easier for you to take him. Click click. Chan rubbed your back and sides bracing your hips and Changbin held your waist as he pushed fully inside you. Changbin pulled out and pushed back into your swollen pussy harder and you screamed again. 

“YES! CHANGBIN FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG BINNIE!” He leaned forward fisted your hair hard and pulled you forward, bringing your faces closer, pushing you further down on both of their cocks. 

“We’ve been gagging you all night princess. Now... I want to hear you scream.” Chan held your hips down tight. Changbin spit on his cock and started thrusting fast and hard. You had to keep your hands busy. You pulled your hair, your nipples, you slapped your clit anything as you completely lost your mind on both of their cocks. 

“FUCKFUCKFUCK YESYESYES CHANNIE BINNIE FILL ME FUCKFUCK!” Changbin smiled pleased. 

“That’s it princess let them know who’s fucking you good scream it louder baby!” He fucked you harder. 

“CHANNIE... BIN... FUCK ME... FUCK ME SO GOOD!” You slapped your clit again as Changbin’s huge cock stretched you, hitting your g spot hard and you started to squirt again. You leaned back bracing yourself on Chan again as you sprayed your cum all over Changbin. 

“OOOHHHHFUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!” Changbin didn’t slow down he kept going chasing his next high. 

“FUCKING GORGEOUS GODDESS! CUM ALL OVER ME! MAKE ME BLOW BABY MAKE ME FUCKING BLOW!” Changbin started rubbing your clit hard as he fucked your juices out of you and then came deep in your cunt. He buried his huge cock balls deep into you as you felt him twitch and fill you up. 

“Good girl... good girl... take that cum baby, hold onto it cause Chan is gonna fill that asshole and then you’re gonna bend over and squeeze that cum out princess.” You nodded. Changbin pulled out and you clenched trying to hold his cum. You squeezed Chan’s cock and he let out a choked moan. He pushed you forward face down on the bed, braced himself on your hips smashing your body flat into the mattress and started to rail you in the ass hard. 

“YOU LOVE IT DON’T YOU BABY GIRL! SCREAM IT! TELL ME!” Chan smacked your ass cheek and pumped into you unforgivingly. 

“LOVE... IT... CHANNIE... LOVE...Y-YOUR... COCK...” 

“Where do you love it baby girl speak up!” He spanked you harder and you screamed. 

“MY ASS FUCK MY ASS I LOVE CHANNIE’S COCK STUFFING MY ASSHOLE SO FULL! NEED HIS CUM INSIDE!” You came and your asshole squeezed Chan’s cock so hard he couldn’t stop and started to cum. 

“FUCK BABY GIRL GOD SO FUCKING TIGHT! I’M COMING!” Chan thrusted deep into you as you took his warm cum, filling your ass for the first time ever. He pulled out and you laid there sweaty, covered in cum, yours, theirs. You laid there with your legs spread utterly fucked out of your mind. Click click click. 

“Lift your ass up, let me see that cum dripping from your holes.” Hyunjin told you but you couldn’t move, you needed a minute to take a breath or ten. Chan grabbed your hips and pulled you up on your knees, your chest and face still buried in the mattress, your swollen, wrecked, ass and cunt on display. 

“There you go.” Chan spread your ass and pussy lips. 

“Squeeze baby girl.” You did as you were told and cum started oozing from both your holes.” Click click click click click. Something clicked for Hyunjin other than his camera, it went to the way side again. His cock was so hard it hurt. He stood over your perched up ass on the bed and pushed Chan’s cum back into your asshole with his cock. All you could do was lay there face down ass up and moan into the mattress. 

“My goddess loves being fucked like a whore, don’t you baby?” You nodded against the bed and Hyunjin started fucking your ass fast, pushing in deep, shoving your face into the mattress more each time. 

“Fuck FUCK! I’m gonna come baby gonna fill that tight ass with more cum... would you like that hmm?” You eagerly nodded. 

“Spread that ass for me then gorgeous.” You reached back and grabbed both ass cheeks spreading them making it easier for Hyunjin to go deeper.  

“Here I cum baby...” Hyunjin’s hips jerked and he started to cum deep in your ass. He pulled out and stroked his cock as more cum shot into your gaping ass hole that you held open for him.  

“That’s it FUCKFUCK!” He squeezed his cock hard getting every last drop of his load in your ass and then stuffed his cock in again, there was a wet squelch of cum and then Hyunjin pulled out. You fell flat on the mattress again. Surly they were done. Surly there was no cum left in any of these eight men. You managed to open your eyes and what you saw was eight beautiful men standing around you stroking their hard cocks. Minho walked over to your sweaty, sticky, limp body and lifted your head by your hair. 

“You can take one more from all of us yea?” You tried to form words. 

“Y-y-ye-ye...s” Minho pulled your hair a little tighter and shook your head for you then let go and you let your face fall against the mattress again. Someone grabbed your ankles and someone else your arms and flipped you over on to your back. Your legs were spread and someone was between them. You looked down and saw Jeongin lining up with your tender cunt. 

“I can fuck you noona?” He still asked, cute. You nodded and looked up to see Seungmin kneeling over you. He leaned down over your chest grabbing your tits and spitting on them smearing it before he pushed your breasts together around his cock started fucking your tits as hard. Jeongin pushed into you and started to fuck your pussy hard flat out, like you liked, he knew. You laid there and let them use your exhausted body and it honestly felt so fucking good that you really didn’t care anymore if someone thought that it made you a slut. Their grunting and moaning got louder as both their orgasms crept up on them.  

“Paint her with me Innie.” Your laid there as both used your hole and tits to chase their orgasms. You heard Jeongin choke out a moan, he pulled out and jerked his cock over you spraying his warm cum all over your pussy and tummy, thick ropes of cum shooting out and pooling in your belly button his biggest load of the night. Seungmin leaned into you more and fucked your tits faster until his cum shot across your tummy. He grabbed his cock and kept stroking, stripes of cum coating your tits and chest pooling in the dip in your neck warm and soothing, he slapped his cock against your face and twitched from overstimulation.  

The other six were all kneeling around you jerking off, all you heard was wet fapping, panting, and the sexiest moans ever as these six men looked at your naked fucked out body and tugged their cocks to cum on you. Hyunjin crawled over and stroked his cock coming on your tits as you moaned at the feeling of being covered in more hot cum. Changbin was next hovering over you pulling on his huge cock he moaned aiming for your face, streaks of cum landing on your lips and cheeks, across your nose and eyes, you moaned again and started lazily licking at your face. He smeared his cum all over it as Minho came over next and aimed at your face too, just in time for his huge load to shoot across your lips making sure he painted your face entirely with his cum. You started scooping it off your face and pushing it into your mouth sucking on all four of your fingers and enjoying their mingled tastes. Jisung got between your legs and started to rub his cock through your pussy lips and came all over your cunt, shooting across your belly more and dripping dowon your ass. Chan came crawling over in between your legs next focusing on stroking the head of his cock hard and tugging his balls before pressing the tip into your cunt. He started coming jacking off into your hole and then shoved his cock in deep pushing his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out still stroking himself, finishing across your swollen cunt, his giant load dripping off and out of your pussy. All of the guys sat back and looked at you fucked out covered in sweat and so much cum. Felix was the only one that still hadn’t cum on you. You looked over at him sweetly completely covered in cum. “Does my Angel want a special treat?” He nodded up and down with hopeful eyes.  

“Channie hold my legs back please.” Chan crawled over and grabbed the back of your knees and pulled your legs back far, your asshole now in front of Felix as he jerked off.  

“Go on Lixie fuck my ass and cum for me sweet angel.” Felix scrambled over and quickly pushed his cock into your ass.  

“Good boy now fuck it good and fill it for me Lixie” You weren’t sure what came over Felix but he went absolutely wild and started fucking your asshole deep and hard, Chan pushing your legs back further for him.  

“There you go Lix fucking wreck that asshole let her know you were there.” Chan coached Felix on. When Felix’s orgasm was approaching Chan held your legs back further to keep your asshole gaping while Felix pulled out stroking his cock and squirt the last load into your wide open asshole. He squeezed and jerked and squirt the rest of his cum on your cunt and watched it drip down. When Felix rubbed the last drop of his cum out he stuffed his cock inside your ass and fucked his cum in deeper. Felix pulled out and Chan let go of your legs. You fell flat on the bed again surrounded by eight beautiful, fucked out, breathless men. You had cum on your face, your tits, leaking from your cunt, your ass, the taste of their mingled seed lingering in your mouth and you had never been so satisfied in your entire life. Click click click click click click click. You all laid there in silence coming back to earth for a minute then Minho took a deep breath and let it out. 

“So twister next game night?” 

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snippets of chan sharing you with each of his boys for the first time

pairings: skz x afab!reader

warnings: smut!!!!🔞 multiple partners, threesomes, unprotected sex, protected sex, daddy kink, exhibitionism, smidges of mxm but nothing too serious, oral (f & m receiving), wet and messy, finger sucking, gagging, little bit of spit play, cum swallowing, light degradation, phone sex, slight voyeurism, pussy jobs, mutual masturbation, pet play, hair pulling, loss of virginity, spanking, whole lotta tags for a whole lotta boys!

notes: well.... i did it! inspired by chan's section in this post of mine since literally one singular person asked for it. this is just straight up NASTY.. you're welcome?? or sorry?? idk but anyways im abt to post this and then dip so i can sleep. pls enjoy!!! <3

chan 

“baby, tell me,” he whispers into your cheek. you’re on your back and he’s on his side facing you, a strong thigh thrown over yours that’s closest to him. he’s had his hand in your panties for the past thirty minutes, and it’s got your brain leaking out of your ears. “here, let’s take these off, yeah?”

he sits up, his hand finally leaves your panties so that he can drag them down your hips and have you kick them off with your foot. chan settles back down beside you, propping his head up on his palm and bringing his other hand back to your cunt to play. 

you’re so worked up you could cry. you could scream, but it’s your own doing. you know all you have to do is tell your boyfriend what’s on your mind. he tells you just that.

chan leans down to kiss your neck before murmuring against your skin. 

“all you have to do is tell me, love. i want to give it to you, hm?” you slowly nod your head and wrap your hand around his forearm. when you turn to look at him, he meets you halfway for a kiss. it’s sweet, nothing more than a press of your lips together, but yours are quick to drop open in a yelp when chan pinches your clit between his fingers. chan takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth and does his best to swallow the noises you can’t seem to stop making. 

he can tell you’re about to cum when you start to hump his hand, thighs shaking. chan smiles against your lips and gets you there, but right before you can tumble over the edge he removes his hand and trails it up your stomach to circle your belly button gently. the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic, desperate, and you can’t help but bring your own fingers to your pussy to pick up where he left off. chan is quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, dropping a swift smack to your cunt in retaliation that makes you cry out.

“this is mine.” his fingers wrap themselves around your neck. “that pussy is mine, and i’ll play with it how i see fit.” you’re nodding your head along with his words because of course, you know it’s his. 

“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.” 

you do tear up this time, and chan smiles at you, dimples showing. “my crybaby. how can channie help? what if i touch your little clit again, would that make it better?” he asks. 

“y-yes, channie, daddy,” you whine. his hand once again travels down to your pussy, and your hips arch into him to welcome them back home. so fuckin’ precious, he says.

chan kept his end of the bargain, so you know it’s time to keep yours, despite how nervous you are about admitting it out loud. you doubt your sweet boyfriend would think any different of you for this, but still. 

“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”

chan thinks he’s about to pass out. no way did you just say what he thinks you said, what he hopes you said. he’s fantasized about that for months, sharing you with the rest of stray kids, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to ever admit it out loud to you. then again, he thought, you had always been the brave one out of the two of you. 

“oh honey,” chan coos, “you’re right, you’re so good for me. you’re so wonderful, you want ‘em to see how sweet this pussy is? how good you treat me?” 

he doesn’t let you answer before he’s pulling you into his chest and making you cum so hard you’re out cold the second your head hits the pillow.

this is how it starts.

minho 

chan had texted you earlier, a short and simple me and minho need your help haha. you weren’t sure if it would lead to what you were hoping it would lead to, but god were you crossing your fingers. the second chan let you into the dance practice room, he locked the door behind you. you stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him, searching for some sort of hint to clue you into what was going on. your boyfriend cocks his head towards minho, who’s sitting on the leather couch and fiddling with his phone with a scowl on his face. 

you let out a quiet ahh and shoot chan a thumbs up. he responds with that squeaky laugh you love so much and gently pulls you in by the back of your head, wrapping his arm around it and guiding your face to his neck so you can hug him. 

“the second you say stop, we stop, ‘kay?” chan asks into your ear. 

“yes!” you say, excited, now bouncing on the balls of your feet and nearly headbutting him in the chin. you kiss him once and pull away, smiling. out of the corner of your eye you see minho lock his phone and place it face down on the couch, focusing his attention on you and chan. 

the next thing you know, you’re half naked on the couch. minho has your ass pulled to the edge so that he can have easier access to your drooly cunt on display for him, your panties dangling from one foot. he’s kneeling in between your spread legs. chan’s sitting on the cushion beside you, content for now to let minho explore your body for the first time. he’s holding your hand and rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.

your head is thrown back against the backrest of the couch as minho is nipping at your thighs, startling moans out of you when he decides he wants to bite down harder. 

“show him your tits, baby,” chan tells you, squeezing your hand once. you comply immediately, using your unoccupied hand to pull the hem of your t-shirt up above your tits, and you wiggle when you look down to see minho’s dark eyes roaming your chest. 

“mm,” minho hums, “pretty. pretty body. can i kiss you here?” he asks, eyes flicking down to your cunt. you nod your head but are quick to glance over at your boyfriend. chan doesn’t say anything, but he does grab you under your knee and pull it up towards him so that minho has an even better view of you. minho hisses under his breath when it opens you up more for him, pussy lips parting and cute little clit peeking out to greet him. 

you all three let out a noise when minho gets his mouth on you, and you’re quick to bring the hem of your shirt to your mouth to bite down on it. 

you’ve always known lee minho was gorgeous, but the way he closes his eyes when he tastes you has you reeling. his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek before he opens his eyes again. you think it’s cute how red his ears are, and you bring a hand down to rub at one of them and he sighs into you. 

you’re honestly surprised your boyfriend has been sitting still for this long. he hasn’t moved to touch himself once, despite how hard you can see his dick is straining through his athletic shorts. he looks antsy though, and you don’t want that. 

“baby, channie, what is it?” you ask, fighting hard to make your words steady while minho continues to fuck you with his tongue.

“fuck,” chan grunts. “fuck, i want a fucking taste.” before you know it, chan’s on his knees beside minho, once again pushing your knee to your chest, and minho copies his movement with your other leg. minho shuffles over on his knees to give chan more room, and your breath stutters in your throat when their tongues touch you at the same time. 

you couldn’t look away if you tried, your eyes are locked on the way minho and chan’s tongues lave over your cunt at the same time. one of chan’s hands comes up to cup your breast, and you rest your hand over his, squeezing it. 

the noises are filthy, even more so with the acoustics of the practice room. you can’t tune anything out. not the way your pussy is soaking their faces, the hungry noises both boys are making, or the way you’re almost squealing. your noises raise in pitch once you see how their tongues are batting against each other and rubbing over your clit, and you’re cumming before you get the chance to warn them. your back arches almost painfully, hips bucking so wildly that chan and minho both have to hold you down. 

you reckon you damn near pass out because when you come to, you’re nestled against chan’s chest and minho’s head is resting on your shoulder; he’s playing with your fingers. 

“morning, sunshine!” chan jokes, and he laughs when you groan. you open your bleary eyes and take in your surroundings, relaxing further against chan and minho.

“minho?” you ask, and he hums to show you he’s listening. “why are you wearing different pants?” 

“because i came in my other ones, why else?”

changbin 

“holy fuck, that’s good,” changbin grunts, reclining himself further into the computer chair in chan’s studio. his legs scramble to give you more room where you’re settled sweetly between them. 

chan sits on the couch, relaxing into the corner while he palms himself over his shorts. 

you pull off of changbin’s cock and stroke him in your fist. you spread your legs so that you can settle closer to the ground and smile against the underside of changbin’s cock, figuring it turns him on to loom over you like that. changbin growls, and you’re still smiling when you travel lower to suck on his balls, humming in your throat. 

changbin’s head smacks against the headrest of the chair when you suck his cock into your mouth again. 

“can i- ah, please, your mouth feels so good,” changbin whines. he wants to fuck your face, you can tell by the way his hips stutter, but he stops himself because you haven’t told him he could. mhm, you hum, and changbin’s quick to lift his hips to see how much you can take. 

if you can deepthroat bang christopher chan, you figure changbin will be no problem. 

“gag on it,” changbin murmurs, hands gripping the arms of the chair. you do, pushing yourself all the way down on his cock and holding yourself there. changbin lets out a cry when you look up at him through your teary eyes, and his hand cups your cheek so that he can wipe a tear away with his thumb when it falls. you move your head slightly, ignoring the discomfort on your nose when it rubs against his trimmed pubic hair.

you finally hear chan make a noise when changbin starts to fuck your face in earnest. the wet sounds your throat is making carries throughout the small studio, your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you’re thankful changbin’s chair is pushed back against the desk because otherwise it would be rolling across the floor from how hard he’s fucking into your mouth. 

“fuuuck, like that. just like that. fuck, can you spit on it?” you pull off of changbin’s cock, a thick string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick when you pull away for a breath. 

“mm, yeah,” you say, moving your tongue around in your mouth. chan sits up from his spot on the couch and scoots closer to you. 

“here,” he says, leaning up and turning your head towards him. chan shoves two of his thick fingers in your mouth, fucking them in and out. you whine, gagging slightly on his fingers, body lurching as chan continues fucking your mouth with his fingers. he goes to pull them out, but you’re not done with him. you grab onto his wrist and suck harshly on his fingers, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“little fucking slut,” chan grunts, “open your mouth.” you do as he says, and he fucks your mouth again, gagging you on his fingers over and over. spit is cascading down his hand and forearm, and he tsks at you. your mouth is still open, thick saliva collecting in the back of your mouth, and chan leans forward one more time to add his own spit to the mix. he turns you back towards changbin. 

changbin has been watching the whole scene with his jaw dropped, hand working furiously on his cock, but not enough to make him cum. he wants you to do that. 

he holds his cock out for you as you settle back comfortably between his legs. your hand joins his on his cock, and you let the collected spit pour out of your mouth so that it seeps down his cock. your hands catch most of it, and you use it to pump his messy cock. changbin’s pants are soiled at this point, but that’s the last thing on his mind. your hair keeps getting caught in the mess and you’re growing frustrated with having to repeatedly tuck it behind your ears. you’re a little miffed you forgot a hair band before you left your place. of course sweet changbin notices, and he uses both of his hands to keep your hair from your face. 

you hear chan lean up from his spot on the couch again, and he collects your hair in his hands and holds it back for both of you. 

“‘s it good bin?” chan asks, looking up at his friend. 

“holy shit, you’re crazy. it’s so fucking good, so fucking good,” changbin laughs in disbelief. chan uses his hold on your hair to move your head up and down on changbin’s cock. he holds you down on it when he sees fit, moving you how he wants, toying with you and changbin both. it’s all too much, so you can’t help but start to touch yourself. 

chan catches on quickly, but changbin’s too busy looking wide-eyed at the ceiling to notice. 

“bin, look. isn’t that cute?” chan asks. your whimper is muffled by changbin’s thick cock. 

“oh my god, are you touching yourself, baby?” changbin whines, chest heaving. “that’ll make me cum. keep touching your pussy for us and i’ll cum in your mouth.” 

as you start to hump your hand, chan tightens his grip on your hair and forces your nose to changbin’s skin. when you cum you grasp onto changbin’s leg with your other hand, and the way your throat constricts pushes changbin over the edge with you. 

hyunjin 

“hyung it’s so wet, so wet, i can’t,” hyunjin cries. you giggle at that, and hyunjin huffs out a laugh too.

he hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. hyunjin has been grinding his long, pretty cock against your pussy for the better part of fifteen minutes. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon.

hyunjin’s thighs shake where they’re pressed tight against the backs of yours. 

chan breathes a curse through the speaker of your phone. you hated that he had to leave to check on something at the company, but you figured hyunjin would be fun to play with by yourself. despite not being present in the room, you still wanted chan involved somehow, but it was hyunjin who suggested calling him up.

“how does hyunjinnie feel, baby?” chan asks, and you give yourself a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.

“channie, he feels so good on me,” you tell him, voice lilting in a sultry way to drive your boyfriend and his friend crazy. “his cock is so fucking big.” you wail when the head of his cock catches on your clit. 

you hear chan say something along the lines of my sweetheart loves a big cock, huh? but you’re too busy crying out over the way hyunjin grabs his dick and shakes the head of it against your clit to be certain. your hips spasm, and hyunjin leans more of his weight forward to cage you against the bed. 

hyunjin plants his hands on either side of your head and ruts his hips down faster, jolting your body up the bed. 

“pussy. so. fucking. warm. so wet, smells so sweet,” hyunjin punctuates his words with fluid thrusts against you.

you cup your hand over the top of his cock so that it presses him harder against your pussy, and that makes you both moan. hyunjin leans down to kiss at your chest. he sucks kisses onto the underside of your breast and pops your nipple into his mouth, making you keen. his deft fingers softly tap at your other nipple, faintly tracing around it with the tip of his finger to feel it pebble up and harden under his touch.

“what’s got my baby making such pretty noises, huh? you have to tell me since i can’t see you. i have to know what to touch my cock to.” you cry out chan’s name, and hyunjin lets out a soft noise as well. 

“channie he’s- he’s rubbing his cock on my pussy. it’s so hard, feels so good… an’ he’s playing with my- with my nipples too, baby, ah!” you cry out as hyunjin bites down gently on your nipple. 

“hyung, channie hyung, my thighs are soaked. it’s so slippery, ‘s dripping. shit! how do you do this? it’s so good i’m gonna die…” hyunjin’s sentence trails off as he fucks his cock against your pussy faster, movements sharper as he gets closer to his release. 

“fuck, i know, hyunjin-ah. sweetest pussy ever, isn’t it?” chan says through the phone. if you listen close enough you think you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock. 

“hy-hyunjinnie,” you mewl, “c’n you, can you put it in, please? just the tip, please, just the tip! that’s all i need, i just wanna cum. i wanna cum on your cock.” hyunjin cries out and his arms shake.

“hyung, can i please?” he almost sounds close to tears. hyunjin bites his lip and hangs his head, silky black hair brushing against your chest. 

“you’ve got my baby begging, hyune, go ahead, it’s alright.” chan answers, voice tinny through the phone’s speaker. 

you’re whispering pleasepleasepleaseplease as hyunjin takes hold of his cock and guides it to your hole. he does as promised, fucking the tip in, and you both look at each other with mouths wide open. hyunjin re-positions himself so that his thighs aren’t pressing yours to your chest anymore, now there’s a little more room between the two of you. he takes both of your ankles in one of his big hands and pushes your legs back to your chest, the other hand occupied with holding the base of his cock. 

hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward, grinding inside you repeatedly with the tip of his big cock. you’re so wet that you start squelching when he fucks in, and as hyunjin whimpers at the noise you throw your arm over your eyes to hide. 

“nonono, look at me, please don’t hide. you’re so beautiful, you feel perfect,” hyunjin tells you. “will you cum? can i make you cum?” 

“baby, touch yourself for us, let hyunjinnie see your pretty face when you cum on him,” chan says. he’s breathless. you follow his instructions, looking at hyunjin through your eyelashes and rubbing your clit in small little circles. it catches up to you quickly, your face scrunches up as you hit your high, pussy clenching around the head of hyunjin’s cock. 

“oh! oh, keep clenching on me. please, yes, keep cumming!” hyunjin cries, fist jerking the part of his cock that isn’t snug inside you. that’s enough to push him over the edge, he rushes to take his cock out and he cums in streaks all over your stomach. you smile sleepily at him as you pick up some with the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth.

“don’t fucking go anywhere,” chan growls. you had almost forgot he was on the line. “i’m coming home right now.”

jisung 

you’re putting on the best show of your life, you think, as you sit in the computer chair in chan’s studio while him and jisung lounge on the couch. chan’s already got a hand down his pants, but jisung is holding onto the spotify pillow tightly, covering his lap with it. 

you smirk at your boyfriend and trail your eyes to jisung, making sure to spread your legs wider for him to see. you settle both of your legs over the arms of the chair. you notice jisung’s eyes widen, but he still doesn’t move to touch himself, and that has you pouting. 

“come on, hannie, don’t you want to play with me?” you ask, cocking your head as your fingers begin to pinch your own nipples before the real fun begins. 

you see jisung gulp, and you’d laugh if it weren’t so cute. 

“you wanna watch me touch myself?” you ask him, pulling at a nipple and watching him watch your breast jiggle with the movement. 

“baby don’t tease, be nice.” comes chan’s response. 

“‘m always nice, see?” you say back. you roll your neck and your fingers inch to your pussy. you form a vee with your fingers and spread yourself open for them. you let them look their fill for a moment and then start to rub your clit when you deem necessary. “i’m so nice, aren’t i hannie?” 

“yeah, sooo nice, so nice, yeah,”  jisung replies with a cough, eyes fixed on your fingers that are coated with your slick. he finally removes the pillow from his lap and reaches a hand under the band of his sweatpants to touch himself. 

“take out your cocks, pleeease.” it’s more of a command if your tone has anything to do with it, but since you’re being nice you tacked on a please at the end for good measure. chan readily complies, always prepared to get his dick out for you, but jisung pulls at the drawstring of his sweats and hesitates. 

“please hannie? i’ve seen that one before,” you wave a passive hand at chan. “can i see yours?” you ignore chan’s squawk of hey! you happen to love this one, brat! to bat your eyelashes at jisung. 

jisung laughs, which is what you wanted him to do, and finally loosens the drawstring and shimmies his pants down a little bit so you can see him. 

“mmm,” you hum. “yes, good. touch it for me.” his cock is almost purple at the head. it looks like you worked him up even more than you thought. good. 

sure you were putting on a show, acting out a little bit, but it was easy to start touching yourself genuinely with two of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life sitting in front of you jerking their cocks. to you, to your body. you’re soaking wet. thankfully chan had the forethought to lay his discarded jacket in the chair you’re sitting on before you started your little magic act. 

your fingers dip into your entrance, and it makes your hips jolt. ooh! you say.

“you wanna taste, jisungie?” you ask. jisung stares wordlessly at where your fingers are disappearing into yourself. you kick your foot out to get his attention. “i saaaid, you wanna taste?” he wastes no time in nodding.

you pull your fingers from yourself and sit up in the chair, the wetness sticking uncomfortably under you. you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile spreading across your face when jisung nearly goes cross-eyed as you bring your fingers to his lips.

you mouth the words ‘say ahh’ and jisung listens instantly. he opens his mouth for you, and you’re quick to acquaint your fingers with his tongue. he closes his lips and his eyes shut with them, gently sucking on your fingers and swirling his tongue around the digits. you thrust your fingers slowly in and out and let out a breathless moan when jisung bobs his head to meet your fingers.

chan’s still touching himself all the while. 

“oh, channie my love, i’m not being fair am i?” you ask. looking chan in the eyes, you lean back in your seat again to repeat the process. you fuck yourself on your fingers until your wetness is seeping down your knuckles and sit up once again to feed them to chan. chan meets your fingers with his tongue already out of his mouth, waiting patiently. when chan is done sucking your essence from your fingers, he presses a sweet kiss against your palm.

“get on your fucking knees, i wanna cum in that mouth,” chan commands. you’re quick to follow his orders, but not before jisung snags the jacket from your chair and places it on the ground so you can rest your knees on it. chan stands up from his spot on the couch and begins jerking his cock over your face. 

jisung’s still touching himself watching the scene of you and chan before him, but you want him closer. you tug on the fabric of his pants as encouragement for him to stand up too. he gets the hint and stands up beside chan, stripping his cock over you as well.

“fuck, i can’t, can i see your tongue?” jisung asks, voice pitching on a whine. you loll your tongue out of your mouth in answer, mouth open and waiting. “wanna cum on it, can i? can i please?” 

you raise yourself on your knees so that you can lick the head of his cock, then lick chan’s, then jisung’s again. 

“please cum in my mouth?” you mewl to the both of them. “i’ll be good and swallow it all.”

felix 

when he got to the chicken breast and protein powder dorm he assumed everyone was out. he left a pair of headphones in chan’s room the last time he was over and wanted them back. he was quickly proven incorrect when he opened the door of chan’s room to see you kneeling by the bed in just your underwear and chan sitting on the edge of it. the lights are off, but chan has his desk lamp on and the led lights on his wall are shining pink and purple. 

you rush to pull your mouth off of your boyfriend, and chan leans forward to block the view of your chest as best as he can. 

“well d’you want to...stay?” chan offers after a tense moment of silence. felix stands in the doorway of his hyung’s room, mouth slack, as he watches the scene in front of him. he shakes his head, almost as if that will help him clear it. 

“is that- i mean- are you.....sure?” felix starts, sentence breaking off toward the end. you quickly nod your head, leaning back from chan and exposing your chest. minx. he’s been growing hard in his pants since he opened the damn door, but now his cock has really taken an interest. 

“yeah mate, we kind of… talk about it? but only if you want to, yeah?” chan responds. felix nods shakily, taking a step into the room and closing the door. “yeah... okay, yes. fuck, please?” 

chan smiles and scoots back to the head of the bed, guiding your hand with him until you’re between his legs, back pressed to his chest. you’re shyly keeping your legs closed, but chan tuts at you. a soft let him see you leaving his pretty lips. next thing you know, chan’s strong hands are prying your thighs open slowly and giving felix a clear view of your soaked panties. you hide your face in his neck as his hand crawls back up your thigh to cup where you’re leaking. “come ‘ere, lix,” chan murmurs. 

felix takes a step closer to the bed, eyes glued to chan’s fingers running over the fabric of your panties. he hears a sweet sound leave your lips and chan coos. “why don’t you ask him, honey.” 

“mm, felix,” you cry as chan’s fingers find their way under the waistband. “can you- can you take my panties off, please?” 

“oh fuck,” he groans. he climbs onto the bed and situates himself between yours and chan’s spread legs. he looks between you and chan again for confirmation, chan nodding his head and your quiet pleas spur him on. 

felix reaches forward and gently guides your panties down your thighs. he whimpers softly when he finally sees you bare and his head lolls back when the smell of your arousal reaches his nose. 

“you have to tell me- i don’t know what you like. please show me.” felix tells you as he lowers himself to his stomach. chan pulls you further against him, drawing your legs back to your chest. 

at the first press of felix’s tongue against you, you keen. your back arches against your boyfriend’s chest when felix’s tongue flicks softly on your clit. 

he dips his tongue into your hole and looks up just in time to see chan pull you into a dirty kiss. he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the middle of that kiss, reasoning that he’ll hold onto that thought and figure out what it means later. 

felix laves his tongue against you, quickly seeking out your swollen clit again and wrapping his lips around it, pressing quick sucking kisses against it. 

“lix! just like that, please!” you cry at the same time chan coos out “ohh, my baby likes that.” he sucks at you harder, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his pace in order to make you cum. he moans as he feels a hand grip his hair and press him closer to you. he’s expecting it to be yours, but he looks up to find both of your hands occupied with your own chest. 

felix pulls away slightly as chan’s other hand travels down to your pussy. he doesn’t think twice before he brings the older man’s fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them. chan hums and pulls his fingers free. he brings them to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. felix takes that as his cue to wiggle his tongue back into your hole, pressing in and out and licking over what chan’s fingers aren’t covering. your hips jolt everytime chan’s fingers and felix’s tongue play with your clit at the same time. 

“oh fuck, oh fuck!” you cry as your thighs begin to tremble. “‘m gonna cum. please let me cum, please?” 

seungmin 

“do i even want to know why you have a leash here?” 

“it’s a little late for that, seungminnie, isn’t it? considering you’re wearing it? and why do you have a collar?” chan harmlessly snarks back, and seungmin laughs. 

you’d laugh too if you weren’t too busy getting pounded by seungmin’s long cock. 

you’re on your back; seungmin’s holding your legs up by the pits of your knees. you’ve got the end of the leash wrapped in your fist and every so often you tug on it to hear seungmin whimper. he does look awfully pretty in that collar.

you tug on the leash again, pulling seungmin down so that you can kiss his lips. his hips pick up speed again when you wrap the leash one more loop around your hand. 

“you’re just a puppy, huh?” you murmur against his cheek. seungmin’s rhythm falters a little bit as his eyebrows furrow at your comment. you see him take a peek at chan out of the corner of his eyes. “it’s alright seungminnie, don’t be embarrassed. he’s just a dog too.”

chan doesn’t say a word, but his leg starts bouncing up and down. 

“see look, just like a dog thumping its leg,” you whisper into seungmin’s ear. it’s quiet enough in seungmin’s room so you know chan can hear what you said. the only sound other than the slapping of your hips together is that of seungmin’s oscillating fan. 

seungmin breathes a whine into your collarbone, and you use that as an excuse to pull his hair hard enough to lift his head so that you can look him in the eyes. 

“you’re a good boy seungminnie, did you know that?” seungmin nods his head yes but quickly stops and shakes it no instead. seungmin’s stopped fucking you now, you reckon he’s overwhelmed, so you run your fingers through his hair. “well it’s true, and i don’t lie. you’re such a good little puppy for me, seungmin, and do you know what good boys get?” 

“w-what do good boys get?” seungmin asks, hips wiggling.

“good boys get to hump, isn’t that right channie? ‘cause that’s what dogs do.” 

seungmin and chan sound so sweet when they moan together, voices almost harmonizing. your new favorite melody. you spur seungmin into moving when you pat his flank, and he does exactly what you told him to. his hips buck almost wildly against yours. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend and smirk at the way he’s minutely grinding his hips up into nothing. seungmin shifts his weight onto one hand and goes to touch your clit with his nimble fingers, but you stop him before he can.

“no, no, it’s okay honey, puppies can’t do that with their paws. you let me worry about that.” and you do, using the hand not holding the leash to reach down and rub your clit while seungmin watches. 

“i like- i like that,” seungmin gasps. it’s cute the way his stomach contracts when he thrusts into you. 

“you like what, seungminnie?” 

“the way you, ah, the way you talk to me. every time i cum from- from now on i’ll think of this,” seungmin confesses as he kisses down your shoulder to your arm. 

it’s a headrush. knowing that you have seungmin in the palm of your hand so easily like this. not only seungmin, but chan too. you can tell by how wide his eyes are; he’s hanging on to every word. 

“seungminnie, that’s sweet. how about next time i let you and channie both be my doggies? You can hump one leg and my channie can hump the other, and i’ll just sit here and watch. how about that? will you touch your cock to that too?”

“yes, yes, i will, promise,” seungmin cries. his hips buck against you so hard that his cock slips out, but he can’t stop moving in order to press back inside of you. seungmin’s just as happy fucking his cock against the mound of your cunt, grunting every time the slit of his cock rubs against your soft skin. 

“what about you, channie? will you touch yourself too?” you ask, turning to look at your boyfriend. he’s red in the face, sweating, curly hair sticking to his forehead. 

“you know i will, you know i will, baby.” 

seungmin cums with a sweet whine from low in his throat.

“good. now come clean up this mess seungminnie made.”

jeongin 

“ooh!” you exclaim. you clutch at jeongin’s biceps from where he’s holding himself up above you. “‘s big, innie.”

jeongin lets out a shuddery breath and blinks a bead of sweat from his eyelashes. it falls on your forehead.

“is that- is that okay?” he asks nervously. you can feel him stiffen above you, so you start to massage your hands up and down his arms. before you can answer him yourself, chan answers for you.

“it’s good, ayen-ah, don’t worry. my baby likes big.”

“oh, hyung that’s- please shut up.” you giggle at jeongin’s response and he smiles down at you, albeit a little shaky. 

“you can do whatever you want to me, innie. it’s your first time, just enjoy it.” he nods at your words, finally beginning to move his hips against you. 

“ahh, shit, you’re so-” jeongin doesn’t finish that sentence. “is it good for you? does it feel like this for you too?” you’re really wet, so he knows he’s doing alright on that front, but he wants to know how to make it even better. he brings a hand down to your pussy to feel. 

“there, rub there,” chan guides from his seat close to the bed. “you like it wet? that’ll make it wetter.” you throw your head back as jeongin complies with chan’s suggestion, two of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit. 

“that’s good, innie, feels so good,” you cry. 

jeongin presses a kiss to your sweaty neck in thanks. he stays there, mouthing repeatedly at your skin. his lips are a little timid but a lot sweet, and you encourage him by running your fingers through his hair. 

“can you, ah, will it be okay if i turn you over?” jeongin asks. 

you nod to him and press a kiss to his lips, patting his side as a signal for him to get off so you can change positions. you both hiss when his cock slides out of you. 

you make a show out of turning over for both jeongin and your boyfriend. jeongin’s hand squeezes the swell of your ass, and you hear him gasp when he takes notice of the slight gape from where he was inside you a few seconds prior. 

“oh that’s- oh wow,” jeongin breathes. “hyung, come see.” 

you preen when chan leaves his spot to stand beside the bed. his gaze joins jeongin’s on your center, and you wiggle your hips in impatience. chan cracks a hand down swiftly on your ass cheek and you whine. he knows what’s on the tip of your tongue, so he hooks two fingers into your opening and fucks you with them slowly. “just wanna be filled, huh?” 

“yeah, yeah. i want jeonginnie’s cock again,” comes your answer. chan laughs and smacks your ass once more before retreating back to his prior spot. jeongin heaves a deep breath and shakes his head, muttering an okay, okay under his breath. he presses you further into the bed so you’re almost lying entirely flat on your front until he quickly grabs a pillow from the head of his bed and stuffs it under your hips. 

“good, ayen-ah, where’d you learn that?” chan teases, nodding his head. jeongin rolls his eyes at that. you can’t see him, but you know him well enough to know that’s what he does. he doesn’t answer as he focuses on sheathing his cock inside you again and making sure his arms don’t give out from under him. 

jeongin cages you against the bed, his torso to your back and thighs on either side of yours. 

“ah it’s- it’s warm, where he hit you.” you can still feel the phantom sting of chan’s palm against your ass, and you notice it more when jeongin places his hand gently on top of where chan’s handprint is no doubt seared into your skin. that must get to jeongin because he thrusts into you harder than he has before. 

“s-sorry! sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t,” jeongin babbles, and you coo at him. your hand searches for his elegant fingers. when you find them you bring his hand back up beside your head, holding it and kissing his knuckles. 

“it’s okay, honey, i like that. d’you wanna cum in me? fuck me until you cum, innie, would you like that?” you ask him, trying your best to fuck back on him with his weight holding you down. he’ll cum in the condom he’s wearing, but the barrier doesn’t matter right now. 

“please, i- won’t last, i can’t. you’re- too pretty, so pretty, i can’t,” jeongin’s fucking you faster now. he’s so desperate to cum that it makes your pussy clench, and he shouts. your own fingers find your clit in the hopes that you can cum with him, a perfect end to his one-of-a-kind first time. 

“look at that, keep going iyennie, gonna make my baby cum too,” chan hums. jeongin’s balls deep in you, and you’re facing your boyfriend, falling apart for him and one of his closest friends. chan has his cock out, and you’re surely drooling now. you’ll have to remind jeongin to wash his sheets afterwards. 

your hand is trapped under you from yours and jeongin’s combined weight, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically rubbing your clit. that’s enough for jeongin; he chokes on a moan and he stops breathing as he cums inside you. inside the condom, but inside you nonetheless.

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 1

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Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Pairing: fem reader + Chan + Jisung

This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: You're enjoying a drink with Chan until he starts asking about the smut you read.

Warnings: This first installment has no sex (but the next is fully sex including a threesome!) but talks about sexually explicit content, fantasies, references to sex and masturbation, explicit language, eventual threesome in next installment.

You sit on the leather lounge really confused about how the conversation ended up here.

“So… “ Chan starts, “do you enjoy reading them?” he smirks as he asks this.

He is such a cheeky bastard.

He isn't talking about stories in the media, or news articles, or interviews. Nope. He is talking about erotic fan fiction. Smut. About him. About him and his rock band SKZ. And that you've been reading it.

You have known Chan for a long time. Years now. You'd met on a creative project. You're musicians, and have often worked creatively together on and off for a few years. You were so excited when Chan invited you to his holiday/work retreat to work on a new project with him and a few of the guys from the band for a couple of weeks.

You're staying in a beautiful holiday home, more like a mansion really, on the coast overlooking the ocean. It’s a sight to die for.

Chan loved to work. He worked all day. He worked well into the night. He worked all the time actually. A workaholic. You wonder if you would get to let your hair down, and just hang out, which usually ends up with you bantering and laughing together for hours.

You didn’t have to wonder for long. It's your first day here, and it hasn’t taken long before you've hit “banter territory”. In fact it has now moved beyond “banter territory” and into some unknown, and quite frankly scary, uncharted territory, and you don’t have a map for this particular terrain.

Even though nothing has ever happened between you and Chan, and likely never will, you often seem to end up flirting. Hinting at things in a fun, non serious way. But never taking it further (although your mind has drifted much further than you'd ever admit).

Chan’s a safe flirt. Which means he makes you feel safe enough to push the envelope without a sense of awkwardness or feeling a need to take action or follow through. You seem to just prick tease really.

It’s just fun and games right? Right? It was always… cheeky and lighthearted and absolutely never serious.

Until now.

You feel flustered and a little sweaty. You try to shift in your seat to get more comfortable and to ease the sense of your legs feeling like your circulation has been cut off, but the leather couch is sticking to your legs. You shouldn’t have worn a mini skirt. A uneasiness builds up inside of you.

You pick up your sparkling water from the leather upholstered chaise-slash-coffee table and take a big sip, biding your time before you answer.

You're sitting in one of the living areas that that has a big floor to ceiling window that takes advantage of the ocean view. It’s getting dark out there now.

Chan sits on a second leather coach to your right where he is waiting for you to speak. You bring your attention back to his question “do you enjoy reading them?”

You'd been talking about the fandom and some of the thirst tweets and naughty edits that are out there about his rock band SKZ, and somehow the conversation escalated into how you had read some of the fan made fiction about the group.

You wish you hadn’t even mentioned that you read smut. Why did you do that? You were only going to tease him about the situations, positions and activities that he and his band members have been involved in, fictitiously of course.

Unfortunately for you the teasing hasn’t had the desired effect, and the tables have been turned on you. Instead of making him go red, or teasing him about it, and having a giggle - in the safe zone of “banter territory” - you were the one blushing while his expression had turned dark and devious.

You look him in the eyes to see if you can read his thoughts.

He is still waiting for your answer.

He is still smirking at you. Fuck. This is so awkward.

“Well …?” he raises an eyebow. “do you enjoy reading them?” he repeats himself. You actually have to answer him then? What the fuck do you say?

You're not quite sure whether to give a lighthearted response and shift the conversation to something more… vanilla, or match him with the dark, sinister vibe. Or, you could just be honest and nonchalant, and act like it’s no big deal. Yeah you might go with that. You're an adult after all.

“Well, yeah I do actually.” you say matter-of-factly, completely disregarding the dark look in his eyes. You think you've come off calm and unaffected by his energy, but on the inside you're burning up with embarrassment, or is it shame? Or something else?

You want to hide. You realise you're holding your breath and you do your best to exhale gently and calmly.

Chan puts his drink down, a simple coke, on the coffee table-chaise and sits back on the leather couch. His skinny ripped jeans are so very tight and his legs are parted a little bit too wide for polite chit chat. How fucking rude! He’s playing games with you.

It surprises you when you a feel dull ache in your core. You want to be pissed off at his confidence, not turned on. Why does this dark energy seem so alluring? This isn’t the Chan you're used to, and you have a feeling this situation is going to become less polite by the minute. You're not sure how it’s going to pan out, but you're terrified. Or are you? You can’t quite tell if this is terror or anticipation, or - arousal?

He brings a hand to his chin as though deep in thought, rubbing his fingers against his lips, and not taking his eyes off you for even a second. Then he nods his head as if he has just made a decision with himself. Is he is having as much inner dialogue as you are right now?

“Tell me more?” He coaxes, his voice is low and deep.

Tell him more? Shit. What are you supposed to say? That you lay in bed reading about how he and his best friends suck each other off and rail each other in the ass? And then you touch yourself over it as you imagine you're there actually watching it? Or that you imagine each of them inside of you while the others watch?

Is that what he wants to hear?

You cross your legs hoping the tension will go away, but all it does is intensify the feeling.

No, absolutely not. This is too far. You can’t tell him more. You won’t tell him. It’d be too… vulnerable. Intimate. You shake your head.

“No,” you start. “I don’t think we should keep talking about this.” You sigh and look at him pleadingly. But the look in his eyes tell you he isn’t going to let this slide. And part of you doesn’t want him to either. If you're honest, you're scared, embarrassed and want to run and hide, but part of you does want to tell him, to confess to him, see his reaction. What would he say? What would he do? You wanted to know. You needed to know.

Despite your resolve to say nothing, you open your mouth ready to blurt it all out anyway.

“You’re right.” Chan cuts you off, and some of that darkness shifts from his eyes. He grins his cheeky fucking grin at you and you feel that sense of kindness and friendliness he has return just a little bit.

But..

Your heart sinks. Why do you feel disappointed?

“It’s none of my business what you enjoy reading”. He chuckles filling his glass up with more coke. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. We can change the subject.” Chan leans forward to peer closer to you, the room has gotten so dark and only a few lamp lights are illuminating the room in a soft glow.

“I’m sorry.” he says with pleading eyes. “I was just curious, you know?” He leans back again. “This is kind of an area that I don’t know anything about you in”.

“Chan,” you exasperate, “It’s normal for people to not know other people’s fantasies!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth. You've said too much.

“Fantasies? No one mentioned fantasies.” He’s caught you out. Chan’s devious eyes are back but it’s coupled with a devious grin too. Doubly dangerous. “Hmm..” he pretends to ponder “so let me get this straight. You read the dirty fiction and then fantasize about it happening to you? Or,” he takes a sip of his drink. “you make up your own little scenarios of my boys filling you up and fucking you senseless?”

“Chan!” You're shocked at how accurate his accusation actually is. And equally shocked how your body is responding. You're thankful it’s dark because you're pretty sure your nipples are rock hard. You're also thankful he is hasn’t outrightly asked if you fantasize about him.

So much for changing the subject.

“Do you?” he knows he almost has you admitting everything to him.

You tip your head back and let out a sigh.

“Fine. I’ll tell you more. Then you can fucking stop being so pushy and move on.”

Chan claps his hands together excitedly. “Right then”, he says and excitedly shuffles over a little closer to you. You feel like you should get him some god damned popcorn.

“You’re right. I read the stories, I touch myself, and I imagine my own scenarios.” You flail your hand around in some weird gesture and try to keep the explanation as minimal as possible, surely he doesn’t need to know actual details.

Chan waits for you to elaborate. Apparently he does need to know more details.

You roll your eyes. “And yes, I imagine them filling me up and fucking me senseless." you finish.

He looks satisfied that you've admitted it, and proud too, like his boys had actually had sex with you and that it was somehow thanks to him. “Except..” you start. What are you doing?

Chan looks at you curiously. “Except? Except what?”

You hesitate but decide to continue. “Except, even though he is so fucking hot and he’s the best drummer I’ve seen, and so very sexy, and his lips are just delicious, no matter how hard I try, and even though I want to so badly, I can’t seem to envision Jisung inside of me!” you confess.

Oh my god, what did you just say?

You look to Chan to see what his reaction is. He looks amused but mildly distracted. His gaze keeps shifting over your shoulder ever so slightly even though his attention and words are directed at you.

“So what you are saying is,” he focuses his eyes back on you. “that you can’t picture Jisung fucking you?” He smirks and leans back against the back of the couch resuming the confident lazy posture he had earlier.

You swear he’s hard, his pants seem a little too tight and you can see a bulge protruding, fighting against his pants. But it’s too dark to really tell, and perhaps your imagination is getting the better of you. You wonder what it would feel like to straddle his lap and grind against him, to make him harder and to relieve this tension building up in your body.

“Do you want to?” Chan jolts you back to reality, his attention is one hundred percent back on you, but something feels off.

“Huh?” You stare blankly, taking your eyes off the bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to be able to imagine Jisung fucking you?” he repeats casually, but dead serious.

Do you want to imagine Jisung fucking you? You consider what might be the thing getting in the way of you being able to picture it. Is it that he seems so young and fun that you can’t see him taking charge and being aggressive, and maybe that’s what you're into? You can’t really put your finger on it. All you know is you do want to imagine Jisung inside of you, fucking you. Well yeah, of course. Who wouldn’t? How was admitting it to Chan going to help?

“Yes,” you declare anyway. Really! What are you doing?  “and it’s so fucking annoying.” you add. Your throat is so dry, but elsewhere you're beginning to feel a little wet.

Amusement washes over Chan’s face and his eyes dart over your shoulder again.

You swallow hard even though your throat feels like a hard lump, but before you can do or say anything, Chan leans in close to your ear. His breath is hot against your neck and cheek. Fuck he’s close. Fuck he smells good.

You hold your breath waiting for Chan to speak. He lingers for what feels like forever.

“Jisung thinks that’s so fucking annoying too.” It was barely a whisper. He pulls away from your ear and gestures behind you. “Don’t you, Jisung?”

Your heart suddenly pounds so hard you think it’s going to fling out of your chest. Your jaw drops and dread begins to take over you. You feel hot and dizzy. You snap your head in the direction of Chan’s gaze only to be met with Jisung standing in the doorway. The dread intensifies and you're filled with shame. You want to hide.

Fuck.

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hello - hard jisung thought/drabble below the cut because he never ever leaves my mind

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

to say that jisung invested a lot of time into perfecting this choreo would be an understatement - he’s invested all of his time in it. he clocked more hours in the practice room than ever before, leaving later than chan most nights. you only knew he was home by the weight of the bed shifting as he crawled into it at whatever godly hour he came home that night. most nights he would give you a swift kiss on your forehead, but some nights he was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

jisung was exhausted, but refused to stop. he had to get it right. it had to be perfect. not to impress anyone, not even for the shows they were about to perform. no, because he knew he was capable of nailing it, and he wouldn’t let himself mess it up.

by the evening of the first show, he felt confident. muscles were a bit achy, and he could feel the exhaustion in his biceps, but he was willing to accept the soreness if it meant he was successful.

and he was. his moves were brisk, lively. it looked like he was soaring across that stage. the song was coming to a close, and for the first time in six weeks, jisung let himself relax.

it was a mistake.

he didn’t stick the landing. to you, who had spent countless nights in the practice room when he didn’t want to be alone, you thought it was hardly noticeable. in fact, you wouldn’t have even known he messed up if not for the brief flash of pure anger on his face. if you didn’t notice it, there was no way anybody in the audience would know.

that didn’t matter to jisung. all the time he spent working his ass off on this was wasted. he could’ve spent that time working on music, or playing video games with his friends, or at home with you. all that time, all for nothing.

as soon as there was a break in the performance, jisung stormed backstage. he moved past changbin and hyunjin, who were trying to comfort him, and made his way into the empty dressing room.

there you sat, eyes on the unit performance currently happening on stage. jisung slammed the door and locked it.

“hey, ji-“

“shut up and take your pants off.”

you blinked, thrown off by his sudden command, but you had no time to question it. your hands had barely unbuttoned your jeans before jisung was shoving them down to your calves. he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands gripping the soft skin of your thighs with enough pressure to bruise them. he spread your legs as much as he could before he dove face first into your center.

nose pushed against your clit, no time was wasted as jisung ate you out. the movements of his tongue were harsh, roughly licking every part of you he could. when you moaned and grabbed handfuls of his hair, jisung pushed his face further into you, relentlessly tearing you apart with his tongue.

“fuck, jisung.” you cried, head falling back in pleasure. he was never one to rush oral, always wanting to savor the taste of you and the way your thighs felt against his ears. but today, he didn’t give a fuck. there was nothing he’s ever wanted more than your cum on his tongue.

jisung looked up at you, noting the way your chest rose up and down rapidly and the sweat that was rolling down your neck. fuck, you looked delicious like that. he would never tire of the way you fell apart for him.

“taste so fucking good.” his words muffled against your mound. “so good, and all fucking mine.”

“yes, yes. don’t stop.”

jisung pulled back, spitting on your soaked cunt. he waited until you looked down at him, locking eyes with you before he pushed the tip of his tongue against your clit. he flicked it up and down once. then again. then a third time.

“who’s pussy is this?” he asked, eyes boring into you. the frustration with himself mixed with the desire for you had you absolutely melting under his gaze, unable to answer.

jisung didn’t like when you didn’t answer.

“i said,” a hand left your thigh, slapping your clit. “who’s fucking pussy is this?”

“yours, yours, jisung. always all yours.” you cried, hands on his hair trying to pull him back into you. “just let me cum, please.”

he didn’t have time to listen to you beg. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking with a fervor you’ve never experienced from him. alternating between scraping his teeth against your sensitive bud and his tongue, he pushed you far over the edge, letting you fall head first into bliss.

you screamed his name as you came on his face. lips moved from your clit to your entrance, lapping up every last drop of you with a thirst that consumed every last nerve.

“fuck,” jisung said between licks. “you came so much for me baby. good fucking girl.”

jisung didn’t move from you center, you well past overstimulated, until changbin knocked on the door to give him a three minute warning.

he pulled away only to look at you, eyes dead serious as he said: “how many more times can you cum in three minutes?” before he dove back in.

©: chvnnie 2022

hi - suggestive subby jisung thoughts below the cut??? not proofread bc i’m choosing chaos today

@lix-ables pls don’t yell at me for posting i had to do it

SMUT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI

“Oh shit.” Jisung exclaimed as the stale beer spilled out of his cup and down your shirt. “I’m sorry, babe.”

It wasn’t a big deal, in fact, it was such a minor incident in the grand scheme of things. Who doesn't get a bit of alcohol on them when they’re at a party? It’s such a common thing that you don’t even notice it most of the time - only realizing when you’re home and showering how sticky your clothes had gotten.

But that wasn’t the case tonight. No, the beer that was now making your thin white shirt stick to your chest was the straw that broke the camel’s back tonight. Shoving your boyfriend off of you, you stomped to the bathroom, ignoring the queue that had built up and going straight in.

Jisung was so fucking annoying tonight. From the moment the two of you walked into the house party, he had been attached at your hip, literally. He had laced his arm around yours, hovering as you did anything - poured drinks, socialized, even followed you to the bathroom at one point in the night. You couldn’t get rid of him, even for a second, so it wasn’t too surprising that when someone bumped into him, he spilt his drink on you because he was still right fucking there.

You tried to pad the carmel colored liquid out of your shirt with hand soap and water, ignoring the knocks on the door from angry party goers. They’d have to get the fuck over it - you weren’t leaving this bathroom until your shirt was somewhat dry.

“Baby?” Jisung yelled over the music on the other side of the door. “It’s me, can I-“

“No.” You snapped, grabbing more toilet paper to clean your shirt. “Just give me a minute, Ji.”

“Do you need help? I can get some bleach or something to try and-“

“No. I don’t need help.”

“Are you sure? Because I can help if-“

You swung the door open, letting it bounce against the wall as you grabbed your boyfriend by the shirt, dragging him to the closet nearby. Shoving him inside of it, you slammed the door shut behind you, thanking whoever designed this house that there was a lock on the door.

“Why are you so fucking needy tonight?” You snapped at him, faces close together in the tight space. “You have been all over me all fucking night, and ruined my shirt because of it.”

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see the way Jisung pouted, lip trembling as he spoke. “Just wanna be near you. To touch you-“

You wonder if he saw the way you rolled your eyes. You hoped he did. “What? You can’t even go a few hours without having your hands on me?”

Jisung shook his head, hands finding your hips as he pulled you close to him. He buried his head in your neck, whining as he rutted his bulge against your stomach. “No. Can’t. Feel how hard I am? Just wanna touch you.”

Moving your head to the side, you let him bury his head into your neck more. Jisung began to pepper kisses on your skin, whispering apologizes as he kept grinding on you. You almost felt bad for him; so fucking needy, so fucking whiny.

But he was also so fucking annoying.

You moved his head out of your neck and forced him onto his knees. “Fine.” Quickly shedding your panties and jeans, you leaned against the wall of the closet, grabbing his hair and tugging it hard, Jisung’s loud moans filling the small space. “Make me cum before I change my mind.”

©: chvnnie 2022

Baby WELCOME HOME you're so good

I have a request but if you don't like it please feel free to refuse it 🙏

All bratty switchy pretty han and felix + fem reader

Got their dirty mouths you know

Whatever on your mind about the for real I'll it eat up

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 😭 my mind has literally been empty

MDNI 18+ || SMUT

warnings: profanity use, hair pulling, switch!reader leaning towards dom in this fic, brat taming, poly, switch!han, sub!felix, f!reader

a/n: IM SORRY ANON i just did sub!lix 😭 i cant come up with any ideas for switch lix /IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

The loud sound of a door slamming resonated through the bedroom, causing the poor boy laying on the bed to jump towards the nearby couch, startled by the sudden commotion. felix, who had been scrolling peacefully on his phone moments ago, watched as you barged into the room, han's wrist in your tight grasp. a shit-eating smirk donned han's face, raising the temperature of your already boiling blood.

a shiver ran through felix as he looked at you, your eyes piercing him with ice that seemed to increasingly solidify with each passing second.

well, whose fault was it that your two boyfriends decided to be a big fucking bitch on your one day off? the one day you could finally get some rest and watch some shows was disturbed by the infuriating boys, whether it was waking you up incredibly early pestering you for attention, clinging to you while you tried to cook a nice lunch, or teasingly moaning into your ear as you were gaming. when han had jokingly made a comment about how cold you were being today after felix left the room, your last string snapped.

you pushed han on the bed, mattress sinking under the pressure of both your weights. within a second, you felt hands around your waist, and suddenly your earlier position was now taken by the boy who was just under you a few moments ago. still in a stunned state, you felt his lips come in contact with your neck, sucking and biting.

a particularly harsh sting on your collarbone snapped you out of your daze, whipping han's body around. His eyes glared at your matching pair, silently battling for control. felix watched from the corner, nervously gulping when he came to the realization that you would be harsher with him, because he had took the initiative and definitely badgered you more than han.

as if reading his mind, your eyes slowly traveled to felix. the boy looked hurriedly, irritating you further. "baby," you cooed, honey dripping from your voice, "where did all that confidence from earlier go?" No reply. he swallowed, the slight movement of his adam's apple evident.

you glowered at han, then advanced towards felix, but not without sucking a mark into han's neck. the unexpected action caused the boy to let out a sharp gasp, body jolting. his mouth parted, as if to say something to your retreating figure, but rolled his eyes at you instead as you turned back to scowl at him. "I knew you don't have what it takes," he mockingly called out after you. Oh you would kill him for that later, but right now you needed to deal with your other boyfriend.

focusing your attention on felix, you could plainly see his growing erection. "i didn't even do anything yet," you raise an eyebrow. The flustered boy in front of you let out a series of stutters, trying to cover himself up, shying away from your gaze when he grasped the fact that he couldn't.

He seemed to regain some of his brattish personality, cocking his head to the side to look at you, "sure, but no one touched you either," he stated casually, eyeing your slightly stained shorts. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, before narrowing your eyes at him. Fingers abruptly flew to his soft blue locks, tugging back on them. his head fell back, landing on your shoulder. a soft moan flew out his pretty lips, music to anyone's ears. not that they could ever hear him making that sound.

releasing his now-messy hair, you led him to the bed, sharing kisses along the way. your lips trailed down his neck, marking your way further down.

a whine coming from beside you halted your actions, as you glanced to the side to see a pouty han, dissatisfaction plainly displayed on his face. "didn't he already get enough attention?" he grumbled, looking over at a dazed felix. han stared at you, deep chocolaty eyes blown wide with lust, and slightly wet hair from showering earlier curled a bit at the ends. you ignored him, setting your focus back on felix, hoping that han didn't notice the effect he had just made on you.

as your lips trailed down to felix's abdomen, the feeling of your undergarments being discarded caused you to swiftly whip your head around to stare at the boy responsible for it. "what?" han snickered, "i'm just helping."

he began making advances to strip, yelping as you stopped him with a harsh pull. He was now closer to you and felix, close enough for you to touch both of them. the feeling of felix rubbing against you snapped you out of your hazy state as you laid a hand down firmly on his toned body, pressing him down enough to stop his movements. a loud whine came from below you, and you looked down to see felix gazing at you, doe eyes wide. "move already," he complained, once again attempting to rut his hips up. lips tugging into a frown, dissatisfaction was clearly displayed on your face. your hips for started to roll, dragging a deep groan out from felix. "keep being a bitch and i'll stop moving," you scoffed. you wouldn't. "i won't!" the response was instantaneous, "i'll be good!" Once you got the response you wanted to hear, your eyes met han's, silently clashing for power. soft lips suddenly met yours, catching you off guard. your hand shot up, coming in contact with his jaw. startled, han's lips parted, allowing you to slide your tongue in.

BYE IM SORRY I HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF BUT LESS THAN A WEEK INTO THIS BLOG AND I ALREADY GOT WRITERS BLOCK😭 ill finish it in the future maybe? shjdsbs id just feel bad if i never answered this requesf so have this for now 🫶🫶

♡ You Tell Stray Kids You Hate Your Stretch Marks... ♡

♡ This is a request from another anon that I'm excited as always to write! ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x plus size!fem!reader

Genre: sorta fluffy, sorta smutty

Warnings: i love to cuss my ass off, mentions of fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, jeongin being a lil bitey

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Pulls you down onto his lap when you try to flee the scene after saying it because you aren't getting away that easily

Asks you more about your feelings and listens patiently while you answer

Waits until you're done to tell you how painfully untrue your negative thoughts are

Thinks your stretch marks are beautiful and slips your dress up to kiss every single one of them, tongue and all

Gets so caught up in how hot it is tasting you on his tongue that he's too horny function and ends up fucking you in his lap

♡ Lee Know ♡

Thinks you're super smart but can't believe you'd say something so stupid right now

Catches you off guard by throwing you over his knee and spanking you for talking about his girlfriend like that

Makes you promise never to speak of yourself that way again

Spanks you playfully at first but gets more sensual, massaging your soft ass

Fingers you in this position until you're coming, dripping down his fingers, too out of it to even think about your insecurities

♡ Jisung ♡

Follows you around the apartment for the rest of the night telling you how pretty you are

Begs you to put on the cute little tube top and shorts he thinks you look so good in

Can't keep his hands and lips off of you once you do. Even when you're busy cooking dinner

Wraps his arms around you, playing with that adorably squishy part of your belly

Pulls your shorts to the side to fuck you from behind, leaving the food to basically cook itself

♡ Binnie ♡

Shows you all of the pictures he has of you in his phone to make sure you're talking about the right person

Drags you to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror

Proceeds to list his favorite parts of you (all of them) while caressing your curves

Lifts you onto the sink to give you a kiss only to get carried away, ripping your clothes off to grab every part of you that he can

Makes you come on every possible surface he can lift your cute ass onto in the bathroom

♡ Seungmin ♡

Pretends he didn't hear you the first time so that you have to repeat yourself

Talks over you when you do, telling you that you're wrong only to apologize and do it again

Convinces you to come on a late-night ride with him to get ice cream to cheer you up

Nearly crashes the car getting distracted by kissing you

Eats you out in the backseat of his car but wants you to keep trying to eat your ice cream because he's a menace

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Asks you to go into more detail about your feelings but only if you want to

Disappears into his art room and comes out a few minutes later with an arm full of paint bottles

Gets you to agree to let him paint you to show you how beautiful you are

Doesn't let you know until he's all set up that he grabbed body paint. The canvas is your body and he is the brush

Couldn't give a shit if the paint is edible or not. He plans to fill you up and lick everything that comes out

♡ Felix ♡

He’s sincerely concerned that someone he loves so much feels this way about herself

Immediately wants to know if there’s anything he can do to make sure you know that you’re beautiful all of the time 

Runs you a bubble bath with candles around it and hops in with you to take your mind off of things

Cancels his plans for tomorrow so that he can stay up late tonight cuddling you in bed watching a movie

Doesn't watch it because he’s more interested in folding you up like a pretzel to let you feel how deep his admiration (and, honestly, his dick) can go

♡ I.N ♡

Honestly doesn’t get how you can’t see how gorgeous you are. He finds your chubby body sexy and never thought twice about your stretch marks

He struggles a little bit to express his emotions but overcomes it to be there for you

Gives you a few seconds to sit there and sulk before he’s nibbling on your arm, whining for you to snap out of it

After you ignore him, he chooses violence, tickling you and nibbling on you until you’ve laughed so hard your stomach hurts

Once you’re exhausted and out of breath he seizes the opportunity to lick you all over while fingering your warm, wet slit

yandere han jisung:

summary: basically just sub yandere jisung x dom reader

a/n: i do not condone this sort of behaviour, this is purely for amusement purposes and should not be done in real life nor' should be normalized

Once he’s got his eyes set on you, there’s no other option

Whether you like it or not, whether you hate him (dunno how you could tho) or love him, it doesn’t matter

Because baby’s determined now, he’s desperate and obsessive and willing to do whatever it takes

He wants you to be just as obsessed with him as he is with you

Hannie will do anything to get your attention,

He’s not the type to silently stalk, he’ll loudly insert himself into your life

And before you even know what’s going on, he’s everywhere 

friends with your friends, coming to all the group hangouts and movie nights 

He’s getting coffee from the same place you do, offering to pay for your coffee-insisting really

He begins to frequent your workplace, might even go as far as to try to get a job there too so that he can see you everyday 

And little by little, he’s taking over it all, taking up your hobbies so that he can talk to you about them

joining your gym,

coincidentally making friends with your family members-who you never remember mentioning by name

It’s like he’s everywhere you go

and weirdly enough, it’s not as annoying as you’d imagine it to be

because he’s just so sweet and even though it is a little weird, there’s no way someone as adorable as him could ever be creepy

no way the sweet boy that takes turns with your buying each others coffee each day, chirping “Good morning Noona!” Every day when he sees you, face lighting up with pure joy whenever you come into contact with him

there is no way that he’s creepy

Leading up to him asking you out he gets you little gifts that slowly escalate in size, 

Small snacks, then flowers, then trinkets that reminded him of you, an outfit that he think you’ll look gorgeous in (not that you’re ever anything but gorgeous in his eyes), 

he works up, the gifts getting grander and grander, more expensive as well, escalating to jewelry and designer clothing and bags, things that you can hardly accept, but Han insists that you do, never letting you give back a single thing

(there's also the journal thing here-from the 🐟anon, that i cannot fit into here but absolutely HAVE to mention)

And when he finally asks you to be his partner,

he looks so sincere, telling you that he loves you more than anything and promising that you don’t have to feel the same way yet-he’s not pressuring you to feel something you don’t (yet) but he just wants you to let him love you

And it’s not like you could say no-much less that you would even want to

Once you’re dating, Han doesn’t think that life can get any better, this is what he’s been dreaming of, this is his idea of heaven

Babygirl will do anything and everything for you, at your beck and call, happily willing to answer every little wish,

all just so you’ll look at him with a smile and cup his cheek or play with his hair while calling him a good boy-your good boy

he’s just sosososososoososo in love with you, 

looks at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you hung the stars in the sky and molded the world with your bare hands—as far as he’s concerned, you are his world, his universe, you own his heart and the will to do whatever you want to do to it,

even if you don’t know it yet.

you’re his religion, his god, a higher being that he lives only to please

you’re the one that he’ll get down on his knees for and worship

in whichever way you want that to mean😏

speaking of which though, Hannie would let you do absolutely anything to him,

There’s nothing off-limits or too far, your wants are his wants, your pleasure is his pleasure

And whether it’s the sadistic kind that wants to tie him up and edge him for hours on end, 

or degrade and overstimulate him to tears until he cannot formulate a single coherent word, 

Or more often than not it’s the soft kind that wants to praise him and give him soft kisses, let him ride you while telling him how pretty he is, 

call him a good boy while he’s on a leash at your feet, clad in pretty lingerie for your eyes only

He especially loves it when you call him yours

Your anything, really

Your baby, your good boy, your sweet thing, 

your puppy, your baby boy and your whore 

Your slut, just for you, all for you

He swears his heart skips a beat, body burning up with heat when you touch him, reminding him over and over again

Yours, yours, yours,

no one else can make him feel as good as you do, no one can make him cum as hard or make him lose his damn mind like you do

Yes,

he assures you, clutching at your back, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers out the words

Yes, yes, yes

Only you, no one else, he wouldn’t dream of it, couldn’t even think of it

His legs squeeze around your hips, moans reaching a crescendo as he cums, eyes rolling back, drooling and messy,

whispering the words over and over again like a broken record on repeat

Yours.

Han loves aftercare like no tomorrow,

Cuddling up, curling into your chest and falling quickly asleep is the best feeling in the entire world to him

If you clean him up or bring him water, begin to run a bath for the two of you he’ll completely melt

You’re just so good to him. How could he ever deserve you?

Deserve to be the one lying with his back against your chest, warm water lapping at his skin,

soft gentle hands in his hair, careful not to get any soap into his eyes, 

fingers against his skin, praising and affirming,

So pretty,

so handsome,

so amazing,

Mine.

Shivers run down his spine and he’ll look up at you with wide, wondrous eyes

He doesn’t deserve you.

Doesn’t deserve this.

Not your touch or your love or to be the one with you

But it’s everything to him-you’re everything to him and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s anyone or anything take that away from him

By this point there’s no breaking up with him, it’s simply not possible because once his hooks are in there’s no getting them out

You’re stuck

If you attempt to though you’ll get dramatics to no end

He’s sending you gifts like no tomorrow, begging for forgiveness, promising that he’ll change for you, offering up everything you could every want on a silver platter

texting pictures of himself that he knows you can’t resist, in lingerie and collars and thigh highs and skirts. 

videos of himself jerking off, voice messages of whimpering with squelching in the back, sobbing that he can’t do this without you, 

he belongs to you. 

you own him now and even if you think you've moved on, even if you think that you’re done with him, 

you're not really.

You can’t be

Babygirl’s convinced that you’re the one for him and there’s no way he’s gonna let you go that easily

Not that you’d really ever want to, that of course is just a hypothetical, because why would you ever want to leave him?

But it is fun to play with him a little-of course we all like to be a bit mean sometimes

Plus, he has the prettiest tears you could ever imagine

Eyes wide and glassy, face red as he begs and begs and begs, telling you that he’s the one for you, that he can’t live without you

Eventually all throughout it he’ll inevitably end up getting hard and subconsciously grinding again the closest thing

Which just happens to be your leg

How can you not forgive him then? Or even think of anything else for that matter?

anything except for how he’s rutting against you so desperately, pathetic whines and wanton pleas along with a few more of those pretty tears,

humping you like a bitch in heat, chasing his high with a reckless abandon

He gets really jealous really easily too though so it’s really not hard for him to be convinced that you’re leaving him

He sees you talk to one other person and has already convinced himself that you’ve been having a torrid love affair with them and you’re are planning to dump his ass tonight so that you can run away with them

and he’ll never be able to see you again🙁

Cue possessive baby

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the person and simply asking them to leave

He’s not above a little pda to get them heading off on their way, in fact, he actively enjoys partaking in such activities 

Not a single ounce of shame as he pulls you into a heated kiss, letting out exaggerated moans and whines all the while

To be honest, he’d probably be completely fine with you bending him over the table right in front of the person, little perv would probably enjoy the audience if anything

and be ready to find out the poor person that tried to hit on you at the bar the night before has mysteriously gone missing

Letting out a deep sigh you switch the channel to a different one, looking at the sheepish boy sitting in your lap, so close he’s practically on top of you. “you said you wouldn't do it again, hannie."

"i'm sorry!" he pouts, "but you know that they were getting too close to you! i can't just let people steal you from me!"

you pull him close, nipping at his jaw playfully before landing one hard one, he yelps but the sound melts into a moan. "no one's gonna take me from you sungie, i'm yours and you're mine." 

he turns back to you, an indignant pout still on his lips, making him look so adorably precious. "i wouldn't blame them if they were though. you're so amazing, you wouldn't want you? if i didn't have you the-"

you have to cut him off with a kiss before he starts, before he begins to talk in detail of all of the horrible yet oddly romantic things he'd do in order to win your love.

"there's no need to speculate now baby, you have me already," you tap his nose, smiling at him in a way that has his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

he makes a hmph sound but eats up the attention, asking you to kiss his neck again.

he absolutely adores hickeys and marks, bruises and ‘mementos’ (as he fondly calls them) on his skin, 

The physical evidence of what you do to him drives him insane

Loves the ache the next day, the slight limp and dull pain whenever he sits down, the soreness of his jaw and rasp in his throat

His thighs are so soft and plush and sensitive, so much fun to bite and tease, watching all the while he descends into a gasping mess

He’ll proudly show off hickeys on his neck, purposely wear clothing that’ll highlight them, making sure that everyone knows your business

Especially loves handprints on his neck, begs for you to choke him just so he can look at the mark in the mirror the next morning

And you better bet that as soon as they’re even remotely fading he’s throwing himself across your lap at the end of the day

Lifting his head, putting his neck covered in barely-there bruises on display

It really doesn’t matter what you’re doing at the moment, that’s not important

Not as important as your Sungie at least<3

a/n: i am going to make this a series with all of skz, doing them all separately. i am wondering if i should make a different taglist for this series but idk yet

How do you think the members would react if you asked them to sit on their face?👀

Masterlist

chan is a full bodied pleaser and would die inside if his s/o asked him if they could sit on his face. it's like a treat! he'd be super gentle at first and not rush you, but once he's into it, man get into it. I'm talking hands hooked over your thighs to keep you in place, roaming occasionally up your back to feel how heavy you're breathing, tugging you down tighter so that he has almost no breathing room. he wouldn't be able to contain his own moans and hips would be rutting into the air cus the sound of you feeling so good would have him heaving into a dry orgasm at the way you call his name. "god, you taste so fucking good. ah fuck, oh you're so tight, does my tongue feel good, baby?"

minho loves it in secret. he'll never admit that he likes when you ask for what you want, so used to just providing what he thinks is best. so when you ask if you can do all the work and he's just there to be used, his dick gets hard instantly. he'd make a fuss out of it at first and tease you because he thinks it's cute when you're flustered. also enjoys making you work for him to comply, resulting in you finally bursting in annoyance that, "the one time I want something specific, you won't just take it lying down!"

"I'm already on my back, if you wanted to sit on my face so badly, all you had to do was take off your pants and sit."

changbin expects you to ask for the things you want because he loves to spoil you, sitting on his face is no different except that it's his favorite thing to do. spoiling you rotten extends to the bedroom, wherein he won't stop until you're begging for him to. you could be shaking, limply hanging onto the headboard and he'd still be chasing you every time you try to pull away because he knows you can take one more. "don't you wanna feel good, baby? don't I make you feel good? you sound so pretty, I could do this all day. I will do this all day, won't you let me?"

hyunjin has never actually tried it before, but is more than willing to learn. he's gone down on you, made you cum from his mouth alone more than you could count. but having him just lay there and be used, used by you, it's uncharted territory he's eager to explore. he feels how careful you are when you initially position yourself over him and actually pulls your full weight onto him. actually moans with his whole chest when he realizes his tongue can reach so much deeper this way. he enjoys it even more when you start fucking his face and comes to terms with the fact that he can never go back because this was so much more pleasurable. "we're doing this every day, oh my god, I love this- I seriously can't get enough- sit more, you won't break me."

jisung loves the humiliation of it all, mostly the way that you look at him. he likes the way you make him feel so small and helpless, just there to please you. you don't actually ask him if you could sit on his face but rather order him to get on his back and open his mouth. he definitely loves it more than you do, though, he can't even sit still and gets scared when you threaten to stop if he can't. you have to degrade him into place, which only makes his cock throb harder. sometimes, if he's really not behaving, his ankles get tied to the bed posts just to keep him in one position. "no, please! I'll be good, please sit on me! I'll make you feel so good, I promise you won't be disappointed! if you are... well, I'm already tied up."

felix may be a little messy, but is very enthusiastic. he gets excited whenever you ask to sit on his face because it means you wanna be close to him, at least that's how he sees it. likes it more when you're looking at him, enjoys the eye contact while he makes you feel good. and when you grab his hair to still his head and ride his face, oh he almost cums on the spot and groans loudly into you. his hips will kick up and his cock slapping against his belly is too cute not to resist reaching back and taking him in your hand to him to rut into. he's actually a master at mutual masturbation, so multitasking isn't an issue- but lets save that for another day. "pull my hair harder- harder! love being so close to you. will you touch me, too? wanna cum together, please cum with me?"

seungmin will also tease you into oblivion for asking to sit on his face, but eventually leans into it more than he realizes. at first, he'll be so, so smug with that shit-eating grin he has and literally says, "ooh, you want me so bad~" like yes!! you do!! when you do get him to lay down and let you sit on his face, he loses his goddamn mind. like actually doesn't know what to do with himself cus he feels suffocated in you. gets so overly enthusiastic that he doesn't realize you already came and will continue to pull you into his mouth until you yank his head back by the hair. after that, he'll ask for you to sit on his face at least twice a week. "won't you please, please? I need it so bad, need to taste you, need to make you feel good. you can pull my hair! you like doing that! please, I'm begging you."

jeongin is also new to face sitting and is taken aback when you ask if you can. like hyunjin, but has a much more limited range of knowledge with what to do. obviously knows how to give his s/o head, but has never ventured as far as to be suffocated while doing it. soon understands the appeal, though, when he's got you all for himself and can relax while also enjoying the way you taste, the way you squirm, the way you call his name as you cum in his mouth then rest all your weight onto his face during the comedown. he moreso enjoys the closeness of it all, likes being able to just reach up and play with your tits as you cup your hand over his, pull his hair and nudge your clit against his nose. it lets him hand over a bit of control while still maintaining his ego. "don't look at me like that, you know you love it. isn't it fun? you're so cute when you think you're all big and strong, baby. it's okay, enjoy yourself while you still can."

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You know whats cool? Subby men

You know whats better? Yandere subby men

you know whats even better? Two yandere competitive subby men who are equally desperate for your attention that they have contests against eachother to prove to their mommy/mistress that they are so much better than the other and they deserve all your attention >:)

😦

idk why but i'm imagining hannie and hyunjin with this (maybe bc they're the most needy boys in my head😔)

them constantly trying to one up each other, trying to pick out the prettier lingerie, make themselves look better, tease you to the point where you'd fuck them but not punish them, trying to get with you while the other's out.

even going maliciously as far as to steal the other's phone and block your number, send your calls to voicemail. sabotaging the other with slashed tires so they'd miss their date with you, spill food or drinks on the other's clothing and ruin it.

though they'd never go as far as to hurt each other-they know that you'd be so sad and disappointed and they would hate that more than anything in the world

so in short, they'd be desperate and oh so pathetic in the fight for your attention.

seeing who can do the most romantic (?) gesture (in order to get railed by you)

hyunjin leaving out filthy little drawings he's made of just you and him, books with certain (naughty) pages dog-eared, little notes between paragraphs and sentences annotating as a way of describing the things he wants you to do to him, circling positions and highlighting sentences of dirty dialougue.

hannie leaving you small gifts in the form of sex toys and others of the type, he has enough money and is determined to spend it on buttplugs and cockrings, pretty outfits for either you or him to wear. pictures as well, of himself in compromising positions, urging you to go wherever he is to show him how much you appreciate them.

they delight in getting fucked when the other isn't-in fact they've agreed that they don't want to do shared scenes together entirely for that reason-begging you to take photos or videos of the entire lewd thing and send it to the other.

or even better, getting you to fuck them when the other is out and for them to walk in in the very middle:

hyunjin bent over the cold surface of the kitchen counter. having teased you with wearing absolutely nothing under his apron while making a romantic dinner for you and him to enjoy during date night (the food is burnt and pretty much inedible at this point but that doesn't matter bc he's getting his back blown out). it hadn't helped that he was playing his music, swaying along to the beat, singing along to the words as you sat at the kitchen table, fondly (and hornily) watching him before your patience finally snapped.

he's long gone, crying out your name and covered in evidence your love by the time hannie comes in after a long day of playing video games with felix and lee know, walking in on the entire scene:

hyunjin moaning so loud he could hear it from the front door. his hands gripping uselessly at the countertop while your fingers are threaded through his hair, pulling on it so hard his scalp burns but it's okay because he loves it. doing it all so you can lift his head up and whisper filth into his ear. thrusting into him so hard he swears he can see stars...and see when han walks in, giving him a triumphant smirk before you give an even harder thrust and his eyes roll back.

or,

coming home with a drunk and handsy han-you being equally drunk and handsy after a long night at the bar. he'd been teasing you all night long with a skirt and some thigh-highs, acting on his very best behaviour. that of course meaning that once he's had a single sip of any kind of drink his hands are never leaving your skin and his lips are even looser from the alcohol. he spends all night whispering (which isn't really whispering) dirty scenarios all night long, pleading with you to take him to the bathroom and use him-"quickly-so, so quickly mommy," he pants "jus-just in and out, i'll cum so fast for you, i'll be so so so so good~"

and god forbid that poor uber driver that took you home at the end of the night, having to listen to all of his drunken fantasies and sinful imagery (turns out he's pretty poetic when he's drunk).

coming in and disturbing hyunjin who sits on the couch reading his book by your body pressing han against the wall facing him, kissing and biting anywhere your lips can find purchase. the boy moaning loudly into your ear as his legs wrap around your hips, begging to have your cock/strap buried inside of him, telling you how much he needs to be filled up, he needs it so so so bad. and lastly, before you carry him over, disappearing into his room, han seeming to sober up just enough to smirk at hyunjin.

♬⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 — 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!Jisung x fem!reader, friends to lovers

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut, fluff — 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 ⚠︎

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 5.8K — 39 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 (whoops)

𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap if before you tap it), creampie, Jisung calling reader princess, pretty and baby a lot, bad grammar and spelling as English is not my first language.

𝘼/𝙉: While I normally don't write smut, I had this idea in my head for a while now. I cringed when I wrote this and actually got the ick when I reread my work so I'm just gonna upload it without editing it. This one is for the people who als struggle with what I depicted in this fic. Hopefully, this gives y’all the representation that’s been lacking a bit in the fanfic community. Last note: i’m not accepting requests regarding smut right now. Might do it in the future, might write some fics with smut or I might not. We’ll see.

⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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It was a typical Friday night. You were spending the night at your best friend’s house again, explaining a date gone wrong… again. Hey! It’s not your fault that those men can’t make a woman come or hold out longer than three minutes.

After your failed date on Thursday, you texted Jisung immediately after your date left your house. First, he responded, “Are you stupid?”, before explaining how dangerous it is to invite someone over after the first date, especially as a woman in these times.

I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but can you blame yourself? You just wanted to be satisfied by the hands - and other parts - of someone else for once. As much as your vibrators and other toys could please you, they didn’t always leave you satisfied.

And there lies your next problem: no matter how hard you try, you can’t come more than once per session. And you need time after a session, so for you to be busy for so long, it didn’t always give you the mind-blowing orgasms you’ve heard your girlfriends talk about.

It did make you feel a bit insecure, and you started to question if something was wrong with you.

How could it be that you always hear and read about other women having so many intense and mind-blowing orgasms, and you’re lucky if you even get one, one!

And now you’ve ended up on your best friend’s couch, sipping wine and gossiping about your bad date. And maybe you have bad taste in men in general. By now, this was a tradition for the two of you.

Almost every Friday evening, and sometimes night, was spent together. Most of the time, it was just the two of you, but sometimes some friends joined your wine night.

Decompressing after dates, good and bad, was something you’d always done with Jisung since you’d met.

You met Jisung in college. He walked into the classroom you were in, waiting for the lecture to start. Cute was the first thing that came to mind when you saw him with his messy hair and black glasses.

As the room didn’t have a lot of free seats left, Jisung decided to sit next to you. Smiling shyly, he introduced himself before getting his laptop out of his bag.

You introduced yourself as well, and that’s when the conversation slowly started. You learned that this was the first class he had without his other friends who followed the same course.

When the professor walked in and began his lesson, you heard Jisung curse under his breath. “Is everything okay?” You had asked, and concern was clearly shown on your face. He gulped before slowly closing his laptop.

“Eh, well—,” he started, his boba eyes looking at you. “This is not the professor I’m supposed to have for this class right now. So I’m thinking, just a wild guess, that I’m not in the right class.”

You clasped your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles while shaking your head. “This is an intro to visual art and film,” you said as your giggles escaped. He let out a sigh and pursed his lips. “I’m supposed to be in the intro to musical arts…” Jisung trailed off as he tried to quietly pack his bag.

You watched him try to gather his things as quietly as he could before standing up. His whole body froze when he stood up, and the chair he sat in scraped against the floor like nails on a chalkboard.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the shy brunette boy with the black-framed glasses. From your seat, you saw a pink blush creeping up his neck and face.

“Is there a reason you’re interrupting my class?”, you heard your professor ask Jisung. He didn’t know what to do and remained frozen in his place.

Your hand covered your mouth again before giggling. Quickly, you whispered to him, “You need to walk out of the classroom now, or you need to sit down.” With his eyes locked on yours, he’d hung his head and sat back down, too embarrassed to move his legs and walk out of the room with all eyes on him.

Shaking your head with a smile, you turned your attention back to the professor. His eyes stayed on your neighbour for a few seconds longer before he continued his lesson. You’d decided to write little notes to Jisung in an attempt to get his mind off of the embarrassing position he was in earlier, and it worked.

During the lecture, you kept passing notes back and forth. Eventually, you wrote down your number, quite bashfully, with the words ‘in case you need a study buddy’.

Jisung took you up on that offer and your little study dates (though you wanted them to be real dates) turned into hang-out sessions, which turned into a beautiful friendship with your best friend.

Yes, you’ve wondered about Jisung. A lot. But you couldn’t blame yourself, he was gorgeous and one of the best people in your life. He was funny, and his personality lit up the whole room. He’d make you feel safe and loved, even if it was just platonic.

But, oh, how you wished it could be more. Hiding your feelings deep inside, locked away in your heart with the key thrown out, you’d continued to build this friendship with him. Having him in your life as your platonic best friend was better than not having him in your life at all.

That led you to this moment. Now, sitting on his couch, you tuck your feet under you. You take another sip — or rather, gulp — of your wine.

“I’m telling you, Ji, it was awful,” you let out as you took another sip. Setting your glass back down on the coffee table in front of you, you take out your phone to search for the message your date had left you.

“He finished in a few minutes and didn’t even bother to help me get off,” you said to Jisung. The latter one rolls his eyes at your statement before adding, “Men.” Giving him a knowing look, you continued.

“He luckily went home soon after, because I just couldn’t stand to be around him any longer,” you said again, frustration clear in your voice. You reach for your wine glass again and take another gulp.

“He messaged me later to say it wasn’t going to work out,” you add, rolling your eyes.

“I had a fun time, but I think it was just a one-time thing for us. We just weren’t vibing on the same level, and your sexual performance was not at the standard I am used to from my bed partners. I wish you all the best.”

At these words, Jisung’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?!” He exclaimed, almost spilling his wine out of surprise and, most of all, shock. “He actually said that?”

You nod vigorously before adding, “I know! As if it were my fault, he couldn’t get me off and lasted only a staggering four minutes.” At that, Jisung let out a snort before shaking his head.

“Maybe you just need to use some toys during sex; it does wonders,” Jisung speaks up after a minute. Your head snaps to his with a questioning look. “What? I do it often with my dates,” he shrugs at you before refilling his glass of wine and topping off yours as well.

“I mean, you don’t have to, of course, if you’re not comfortable with it. But in my personal experience, it feels really good.” Again, the questionable look is back on your face as you stare at him. Not trying to let your thoughts run wild about Jisung using sex toys on his partners or himself.

“Like, there is this magic wand, right? You know what that is, right?” He begins to ramble, you giggle softly and nod. Jisung continued, “Okay, so I know a lot of girls like to use that during masturbating, but also during sex. Maybe you should try that out.”

He wasn’t wrong. You have never tried it out during sex because either your partners didn’t want to try it with you, or you had a one-night stand, so you didn’t have your own toys at hand.

Maybe you should try it out sometime. Hopefully, your next bed partner will be open and willing to try with you.

“Okay, so since we’re already spilling the beans here, I mean, I’ve tried a magic wand on myself before,” Jisung spoke up, still sipping on his wine in between words, letting them sink into your mind. “Really?”

“Yeah, I bought one for myself after the first time trying it. Still use it sometimes,” his eyes back on yours, as if he was telling you the most normal thing in the world while your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Jisung pleasuring himself with a sex toy, as he gave you more information from these images in your head.

“Do you also feel it when you’re inside?” You couldn’t help but ask him, intrigued by the way he’s so casual about this. You feel yourself get a little bit aroused, thinking about using sex toys and your best friend telling you how you could use them.

He nods excitedly and says, “I do, I can’t speak for other men, but I love it. It’s a little bit of extra pleasure on top of the pleasure I’m already feeling.” You nod at his words, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the images of Jisung kept popping up in your head.

“So yes, I definitely recommend that. Maybe it’ll work for you, though.” He is gulping his wine now as he finishes his train of thought about using a magic wand on yourself. Because even though you think he’s so casual about it, Jisung is actually losing his mind.

Yes, you two are best friends, but still. He feels vulnerable with the information he had laid bare, not that you would make fun of him for it. Of course, you wouldn’t do that, ever. But it was a piece of information about himself he’d rather keep to himself.

Why does he have to have a big mouth that speaks before he thinks?

You giggle at the antics of your friend before sipping on your wine again. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, the Spotify playlist softly playing in the background. The silence makes you fall back into the train of thought you had before coming over to Jisung’s place.

Maybe it was you that was the problem. You can’t come during sex, and even if you masturbate, you often fail to come more than once. It shouldn’t be that hard to do. Even with a sex toy, right?

Maybe you were broken after all.

Just like your ex had said. And the one before him too. Maybe it was your fault that you couldn’t do something so… so natural? Maybe-

“Hey, where did you go?” You feel Jisung nudge you with his hand. His movement made you snap out of your thoughts. “It’s just-,” you started, looking down at the almost empty glass in your hands.

“Maybe it is me that is the problem y’know. Almost nobody has ever made me cum, let alone cum during sex. Maybe it is me,” you whispered out to Jisung.

The words he heard he could not quite believe, hearing you blame yourself. He wants to let you know it’s okay, and that it works differently for everyone else, as all bodies are different.

Perhaps it is a bit more difficult for you to get that relief after building up pleasure, but it seems like you need someone who would be happy to help you with this journey of discovery. Someone like Jisung.

Jisung would be more than willing to help you, his beautiful best friend. From the moment you’d met, he harboured a small crush on you. It might have started as a small crush, but it grew into so much more. Even though he has all these feelings, it seemed like a romance wasn’t in the cards for you two the last few years.

So like the gentleman and good friend he is, he’d bottled up his feelings and continued to love you as a best friend up close and love you as an admirer from afar.

“It’s valid what you’re feeling about how your body works, but don’t think something is wrong with you,” he reassures you, his voice soft. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just the opening Jisung was waiting for. His words stumble out before his brain can catch on to what is happening.

“I can help you, y’know,” Jisung offers you, his words make you almost choke on the sip of wine you just took. Spluttering your wine out in a not-so-charming way, you try to come up with an answer.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he continued, setting down his own glass. He subtly scoots closer to you, his hands carefully reaching out to yours. His mind is working in overdrive while his heartbeat speeds up. This newfound adrenaline pushes him to act on the feelings he’s been keeping in for too long.

“Jisung, do you hear yourself? Why— why would you—", you stutter out. Your eyes are finding his, questioning him. His boba eyes just stared back at you and shrugged.

“You’ve been complaining about how no guy can ever satisfy you for so long. I’m just saying, I can help you out.”

Bewildered, you keep staring at your friend, questioning his motives. “And you think you can help me? Really?” You question him out loud. He tuts at your response, shaking his head lightly.

“I’m not trying to stroke my own ego here, really, but most of my bed partners have expressed that I know how to make a girl cum, hard.”

Again, you have thought about it before. Quite a few times, actually, your best friend was gorgeous. Despite the fact that you might not want it because he is still your best friend, it occasionally happens just like that.

Often it was already too late to stop your thoughts and your best friend was starring in your fantasy what helped you come, if it would happen.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. I just want to help you out. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Y/N. You’re a catch, and everyone is lucky if only you give some of your attention to them. I want to make you realise that you are much more than a hook-up or a few dates.”

His words hang in the air, heavy and charged, but with a hint of excitement. You couldn’t deny the tension that was built up with just a simple statement from Jisung.

I can help you.

He sees your eyes glaze over with lust and his pulse quickens. The words are still swirling through your mind, but your eyes already tell him everything he needs to know. Still, he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Do you want that too, princess?”

The pet name was rolling off his tongue so easily, that it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. It also made you wonder what else he could do with his mouth.

Your head already spinning at the thought of what he could possibly do to you, you nod shyly. “Yes, please.”

Scooting closer to you, The side of his body pressed against yours. Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. His hand comes up to your face, holding it carefully while searching your eyes for any doubts or signs of distress. “Please, Ji,” you plead. “Please kiss me.”

The sound of your sultry voice asking — begging him — to kiss you went straight to his dick. Lust clouds his mind, and if he wasn’t out of his mind before, he certainly is now.

With his hand still holding your face tenderly, he pulls you in for a soaring kiss. Feeling his lips on yours makes you dizzy, and lustful.

Your hands wander from his neck to his chest, and you feel the muscles under his black shirt that you love so much on him. His hands start to wander, too. First, you feel his hands skim over your breasts, grabbing the flesh as if his life depended on it. His hands wander further down towards your sweatpants.

With his fingers toying with the waistband of your sweatpants, you feel him move past it. With his hand in your sweatpants, he cups your heat over your panties. You let out a gasp against his mouth, before kissing him deeper than before.

Lightly pressing a finger against your clothed core, your body immediately reacts to his featherlight touch. “So responsive,” he purrs against your mouth, before giving you another soaring, open-mouthed kiss that makes you feel butterflies.

“Jisung, please,” you pleaded with him. “I love it when you beg for me, even though I haven’t really done anything to you yet.” In response to his words, you let out another gasp as he finally pulled your panties aside and dipped his fingers between your folds.

“Hm, so wet already, pretty girl?” He teases you with his words, and with his fingertips.

“I haven’t done anything besides kissing you, and you’re already this wet?” He teases you further. You huff out in frustration and wiggle in his embrace. Your hips bucked up to his hands, just to feel his fingers inside of you, or something — anything.

Capturing your lips in another hot kiss, his fingers finally slip fully into your pussy. He immediately gets to work, and he watches as you let out an erotic gasp. The urge to have his way with you became stronger as he felt you clench around his fingers and your eyes roll back. You clung to him as he pumped his fingers in and out, your slick spreading and making obscene noises along with your moans.

You feel your arousal dripping down as Jisung keeps his fingers working you open. “Fuck, Ji,” you cry out in pleasure. As you hold onto him, your back arches from the couch. Jisung pulls your mouth to his again, swallowing all those pretty, erotic noises coming from you.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, pretty girl,” he says, nipping at your mouth, and down to your neck. It felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his mouth touched it. Blissed out, you look at him with half-lidded eyes. If him fingering you on his couch feels this amazing already, you couldn’t wait for how it would feel if he finally buries himself in your pussy.

“I really want to use a toy on you and your pretty pussy, show you how it can feel. Make you cum with it.” His vulgar words went straight to your wet core. Taking your bottom lip into your mouth, you bit on it, hard. Nodding your head in response to his words.

Jisung occasionally slips out his fingers to rub your clit. The alternation of feeling his fingers stretch you open and putting pressure on your clit made you whine out in arousal. The pleasure keeps building in your lower belly.

Up, up, up...

But still, not enough to have you see stars and give you that orgasm you’ve been thinking about since Jisung started talking about using sex toys.

Jisung sensing your frustration, slows down the pace of his fingers but still gives enough pressure to feel the pleasure of it. “It’s okay, princess. I’m gonna get you there, don’t worry about it, pretty.”

He slips out his fingers, and the loss of contact makes you whine. His eyes remain on yours as he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them in. His eyes close as he feels the intoxicating, sweet, and tangy taste of your arousal on his tongue. Watching him, you moan at the erotic scene in front of you.

Sliding his fingers out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, he pulls you onto his lap. His eyes were on yours, filled with lust, but also something else you couldn’t decipher yet. His hands wander up your body, and he pulls you to his mouth. His lips capture you in a sweet and heavy kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue.

Making out with him, still aroused, you start to grind your hips down onto his. His hands quickly grab your hips to help you set the pace, as your already wet and sticky panties become even wetter than before.

With your hands gliding through his hair, you grip it as if your life depended on it. And maybe it does feel that way at that moment because being so close and intimate with Jisung makes you feel tingly all over. It felt like you were floating, and even the slightest friction between your heat and his groin let pleasure ripple through your body.

His hands travel to the hem of your shirt and tug it over your head. Letting him help you out of your shirt, he throws it somewhere in the living room, not caring where it landed at this moment.

He’d ridden himself off his shirt, too, as his mouth was back on yours again. As you try to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, he parts from your mouth. Heavy breathing is heard, and he softly pushes you off of him.

Feeling the need to hold you and touch your skin, he did so as he stood up from the couch. With his eyes on yours, he pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers, the last a layer restraining his cock.

The outline of his cock already has you drooling. Knowing he’s skilled with his fingers makes you very excited to find out what he could do with his cock. And you will find out soon enough.

Lunging forward again to kiss you and hold you, he’d let you back to his bedroom. His hands pull down your sweatpants as you clumsily step out of them, holding onto his muscular shoulders.

Reaching his bedroom, he pushes the door open. Not wasting time, he gets you onto his bed seconds after stepping into the room. Lustful eyes bore into yours as his fingers teasingly pulled your panties down.

Disregarding your panties over his shoulders, he stares in awe at your body. Spreading your legs with his hands, he looks at your body as if you hung the moon and the stars. Getting flustered, you try to hide yourself from him, even though you have nothing to be ashamed or flustered about.

“Don’t hide pretty,” his voice dripping with sweetness and his mouth watering at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him. “Just one taste,” he murmurs before kissing your clit. He sticks his tongue out and flattened it against your wet hole, rolling back his eyes in pleasure.

Seeing Jisung lose himself and feeling his wet muscle against your aching pussy, pleasure shudders through your body. Your hands are gripping his hair, making him groan against your core. The vibration of his groan, together with him licking up all your arousal and eating you out like a starved man, makes your toes curl and your head dizzy.

The familiar pleasure of your orgasm creeps up again, but it still feels so far out of reach. Jisung kept licking and slurping at your aching pussy, and the feeling intensified, but it never seemed to finally snap.

Bucking your hips out of frustration up to his face, almost riding it, Jisung lets you take the lead. Honestly, he was just happy to be here. With his face between your legs, get used by the prettiest girl who has his whole heart, even if you don’t know it, yet.

Seemingly getting more frustrated by the second, as the tension was fading away and the pressure of your orgasm seemed to lessen, Jisung gave you one more lick before parting. He needs to help you get to your high, and show you that you can do it. And he also couldn’t wait any longer to be inside of you.

Wiping his mouth, he speaks up, “On your knees princess, let me take care of you.” He nods his head to turn around. With heavy eyelids and a lust-filled body, you get up and turn around. Jisung quickly turns to his dresser to get the toy he wants to try on you — the magic wand.

Before you can get on your hands and knees, Jisung’s hands softly push you forward. Your elbows catch your upper body as you feel the mattress dip behind you.

You feel his hands run up and down your body, while he leaves hot kisses all over your spine. He grabs at everything he can, your soft skin feels heavenly in his hands.

Then Jisung grabs his cock at the base and slides it between your wet folds. With his thumb, he spreads out the wetness around the head of his cock, before pumping himself a few times.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, princess, make you see stars,” he says huskily, as he lines up his cock with your anticipating entrance.

As he eases his cock into you, a twinge of pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure. With your eyes rolling back and your mouth agape, he begins to thrust his hips forward softly before bottoming out. “You good baby?”, he asks while his hands hold you softly. You nod and reply with a muffled hmm before Jisung picks up his pace and starts to pound into you.

The sound of skin slapping on skin mixed with your moans, and his groans fill up his room.

His hands roam over your body, from your ass to your shoulders. The touch of his fingertips makes you feel tingles and adds to the pleasure you already feel. You feel his hands push your shoulders down, so now you lay on the bed with your upper body. Your face is in his pillow, catching all your moans.

Pleasure shudders through your whole body as you feel Jisung filling you even deeper than before. His pace doesn’t falter once. With his hands back at your lower back, he pulls you back on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans out. You turn your head so you can look over your shoulder, just enough to see Jisung throw his head back while biting his lip. His grip on your sides grows stronger as his thrusts become harder and harder. “You’re so fucking tight, princess.”

“Ji, please, please,” you moan out, your hands trying to grab anything they can to hold you steady. Twisting your upper body just enough so you could see him, you see him smirk. Leaning down to kiss his way up your shoulder blades, his right-hand grabs your hair. He pulls just hard enough to lift your head up from his pillow.

“I wanna hear those pretty moans when you come around my cock, princess,” he says, leaving another burning kiss on the back of your neck. “Turn your toy on and press it against your clit baby,” he says — or rather demanded.

Scrambling up on your elbows, his hips still meet yours with sharp thrusts. He doesn’t stop his brutal pace, instead, he keeps going. You gasp out at his thrusts, and you can barely grab the toy. Fiddling with it, you try to find the button to turn it on while pleasure is still soaring through your body.

Finally finding the button to turn it on, you press it and the toy comes to life. The vibrations are already making you feel jittery. You lean forward on his bed again, getting comfortable on your upper body. Your head to the side, while you took your lower lip between your teeth. With shaky hands, you carefully press the toy to your clit.

The feeling of the vibration mixed with Jisung’s cock filling you up just right made your eyes roll back, and your mouth hang open. Jisung never heard a more pornographic moan and couldn’t believe he was the one making you feel this way—with the help of the beloved magic wand.

It might be the alcohol, or maybe the love you’ve always felt for Jisung, but this is the best feeling you’ve ever felt. When he said he’d take care of you — he meant it.

His hands grip your ass as he keeps thrusting into you at a brutal pace. With furrowed eyebrows, you try to listen to your body. Yes, you feel immense pleasure from both being filled up and the vibrations on your clitoris, but you wonder if the feeling of your orgasm will build up anytime soon.

Jisung feels your body stiffen, just a tiny bit. But it was enough for him to notice you aren’t fully letting yourself go and enjoy the pleasure you feel. Slowing his pace down, it changed to sharper and deeper thrusts instead of just pounding.

“Let go, baby, just enjoy the feeling,” he gritted out. And you try, you let the bliss feeling overcome you. The dragging of his cock against your walls feels heavenly, as you focus on the vibrations the toy gave you.

Hearing his groans and feeling his soft hands gripping you so tight it might bruise the next day, you finally feel that familiar feeling building up.

“What do I need to do for you? Hm?” he huffs out, dragging your body back onto his cock. You moan out in satisfaction of the feeling. “How can I make my princess feel good, hm?” He grunts out, grabbing your hair at the back of your head and lifting your head again so he could bite and suck on your neck.

Your flushed face with your mouth hanging open, letting out little gasps of pleasure, imprints on his retina so that he will never forget this sight of you.

Jisung flooded all your senses. His touch, his mouth on your skin, and his hot breath in your ear grunt out your name over and over again, leaving you with goosebumps.

Grabbing the sheets with your free hand, so hard that your knuckles turned white, you moan out, “Just like that, baby.”

Rolling back your eyes and burying your face into his pillow, you feel yourself drool onto his pillowcase. The tension in your lower tummy is becoming stronger and stronger, and you feel your legs beginning to shake. “Jisung, oh god, please— right there.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt so close to the edge, and your orgasm was creeping up on you.

“Let go, pretty girl, come all over my cock. Make you feel so good.” keeping his brutal pace, your orgasm suddenly plummets through you. Shaking and mouth-agape, you moan out Jisung’s name like a mantra in a high-pitched moan.

The feeling of being so full with his cock and the vibrations of your toy intensified your orgasm, creating black spots in your vision.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the intense pleasure you feel throughout your whole body, as if ecstasy is running through your veins.

And all because Jisung suggested using a toy to stimulate your clit as he’d fuck you.

You feel like your prayers had been answered, and you finally had someone making you feel so fucking good, and that being Jisung made this experience even better.

Shit, you think. You might be in love with him.

Jisung fucks you through your intense orgasm. Feeling your walls convulse around his cock while he fucks you through your high, the vibrations bring him closer to his release, too. You’d let him use your body to chase after his own release, your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, where do you want me to cum, baby?” He grits out as he keeps his pace. He had rather seen your beautiful face contort in pleasure when you were brought over the edge, but that would happen another time. After feeling you so tight around him, his body begged him for a release.

“Inside Ji, please come inside of me,” you slur out, still dazed from your orgasm. Fully relaxing your body, you feel Jisung thrust roughly into you a few times more, before groaning loudly in your ear. “Fuck-”, his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he comes down from his high.

You feel his hot mouth on your back again, leaving soft and gentle kisses while whispering how good you’ve been for him. He caresses your back as he softens and slips out of you. Falling on the mattress, he pulls you close to him, laying on your side. Draping your arm around his chest, you feel your erratic heartbeat calm down.

His release still dripping out of you between your legs, but he doesn’t care if his sheets get stained with it.

“How was that?” Jisung asks you as he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head. He is running his hands through your hair, and getting some of the lost, sticky strands of hair out of your face.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “So good, so, so good, Ji.” At your words, a cocky smile appears on his lips. “I knew I could make you feel good pretty,” he answered as he gave you another kiss on your head.

“Thank you… For doing this,” you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Always, baby, for you always.”

“If you want to try more things, I’m your guy! But preferably, I would be the only one you’d try them with?” Jisung whispers out the last part, causing your heartbeat, which had just finally become a normal pace after this intense high, to speed up again out of anticipation.

“I’d like that idea, only with you. If you would do those things only with me,” you reply softly, as you gaze up at him. His eyes are staring back at you, full of warmth, and this time you can see the love he holds for you in his eyes as well.

Nodding excitingly, Jisung leans forward to capture your lips once again in a sweet but tender kiss. Pulling away, he lets go of you and climbs out of his bed. Whining at the loss of contact, you pout at him. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can cuddle all night long.”

Snuggling back into his bed, you still need some time to process everything that had happened tonight. Who knew that ranting to your best friend about not being able to come during sex turned into the best sex of your life?

You finally feel satisfied. Not only did you finally come during sex, but you also finally have Jisung in more ways than you could ever imagine.

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