Han Jisung X Male Reader - Tumblr Posts

Tags: Feminization, Jisung is called Princess/ass is called cunt, bbg Jisung, Frog pose. mentions of...being turned on by others listening in? Forgot what it was called, help. Jisung eats his cum then kisses after.

Please help, I forgot some of the names for some of the stuff in this fic, if you know the term, let me know 😅

Masterlist | Series Tag is "Sleeping Around by James"

His back arches with a whine as his hand lets go of yours to cover his adorably flushed face. The only thing he had on was a blue flannel, the hem already fallen to his upper back and the sleeves cover his hands.

He tries his best to be quiet but it feels so good, a week had just been too long and he didn't want to wait anymore. You barely had enough time to take off your shoes when you came back late with Chan before he was pulling you to his room then jumping on you and pressing his lips to yours.

Now here he is, bent over and painfully, in a good way, on the verge of his second orgasm. He lets out a soft, shaky moan when your hands slide up his waist. You had slowed down a few minutes ago and he was babbling what you could only guess were begs for you to go faster again. You were teasing him since before you stopped he was tripping over his words to tell you that it was too much. You moved your hands to his hips before gripping them and pulling him back as you sat up from leaning over him, moving him with you so he ends up in a frogs pose.

With the new angle, his moans are now muffled into the sheets as he continues to cover his face. You didn't like that as you glide your right hand up his back, feeling him shiver under your finger tips before you adjusted his shirt then continued upwards to wrap a hand around his throat, receiving a gasp and sob as you now noticed his tears while continuing your previously brutal pace.

For the first time since he started this, you spoke. "Princess feels so good you're crying. You feel good, Sungie?" He nods his head, a barely audible 'uh-huh' leaving his swollen red lips before he lets out a yelp of surprise when you slid your hand under his neck to pull him up, his legs still spread over yours, his ass pressed firmly into your hips as it seems your cock went deeper inside him.

His top half held up by his arms and even in the new position, his tip rubs against the sheets and that faint touch with your dick abusing his insides, he was so close to a second release. His breaking point was when you pulled him a back slightly, feeling the slight gaze of your teeth as you move the shoulder of his flannel out of the way, before you kissed his shoulder then left a hickey in the same spot, easy to hide, though you wish you could mark his neck, it's both of your favorite spot to kiss.

His second release landed on the sheets before you brought your free hand from his hip to his cock, cum coating your fingers before you brought your hand up. "Open up, princess." He does as told, his tongue hanging out as he accepted your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits to clean them off before your pulling them away and his words slur together as he asks for a kiss which you give, Jisung moaning into your mouth as your tongue dominates his.

He pulls back and barely mutters out his plea. "H-Hyung, c-cum, please. W-want...hngh~ Want c-cum." He says between you still brutal pace. "You wanna be full, princess? Want to to fill your cunt? You want the plug after too?" He shakes his head, pushing up with his arms to sit further back on your lap and you slow down slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your jaw. "W-Wanna s-soak u-until morning...e-extra full..." He says, his tone delirious as his rocks his hips over yours. "Such a slutty princess, huh?" "Y-Yours, H-Hyung. Only yours."

You suddenly push him back onto his front before pulling out, he whines at the emptiness before he's flipped onto his back. You push his legs up and he automatically grabs them to hold them in place before you push back in. "How about-" You cut yourself off with a guttural moan that you muffle simply with a bite of your lip before continuing. "You give me one more orgasm before I fill you. Can you do that?" "N-No, please-" "Then I can pull out and we c-can be done." He felt too good, you can't bring yourself to actually go along with your own words.

He shakes his head luckily which has you thrusting into him roughly. You felt that you've been a bit too nice and proceed to grip the base of Jisung's cock with one hand and the other reaching up to go around his throat. He had been a quiet good boy this whole time but the triad of your dick abusing that good spot inside of him, the feeling around his base, and the fuzzy feeling your gentle grip on his throat gives his head makes him release a moan that simpers into a whine that kinda has you worried since on the other side of the wall in front of you two in Chan's bedroom.

You slow down for a moment before shoving your fingers into Jisung's mouth, shoving them to the back of his throat. "Quiet, Sung, don't want Channie-Hyung to hear us." Your hips stutter at the sudden tight clench around your shaft and you notice Jisung's eyes roll back. "Oh really? You gonna cum with the thought of Chan hearing you? What about the others, huh? Pretty sure I'm not the only one that knows how much of a princess you are. You wanna know something else?"

You bring his legs up to rest on your shoulders as you lean down, Jisung's hands cradling your face, moaning softly against your lips as his boba eyes lock with yours. "We all very much love your slutty waist. You're so pretty Sungie." You lean in and kiss him again, his hands find the back of your head to tangle into your hair as you let his legs fall from your shoulders. You could tell he was getting tired but judging by how he's clenched tighter and he's practically panting into your mouth since you uttered your sentence, he's close. You stay leaned over him as you move one hand from cradling his face to stroke him at the pace of your thrusts.

He cums a couple strokes later and with a particularly deep thrust that has him clenching again, you fill him up, Jisung mewling at the feeling. When you finish, you only pull out for a short amount of time in order to lay behind him before inserting yourself into him again, not a single drop wasted you slyly mention to him.

About an hour later, you hear your phone going off. You don't remember setting an alarm but nonetheless you gently scoot your way back to reach into a drawer from a plug. Your pull out and replace yourself with the toy before getting up and putting your boxers back on then searching for your pants for your phone after covering Jisung up with the less messy part of the top sheet, dubbing to change them later.

When you find your phone, you also find no alarm but a couple messages from Chan. When you open the messages, you smirk with a glance over to the boy on the bed before looking back at your phone. 'Screw it, be louder next time. He sounds so wrecked.' surprisingly followed by a dark photo with a purple hue of his hand cover in cum and at the bottom you can just barley see his knee lifted up and his spent, half-hard cock resting on his stomach. "Holy Shit." You whisper before grinning, your hand moving to cover half your face in embarrassment before it's quickly taken over by warmth.

You wonder if the rest have thought this way... you also wonder if Chan is still...awake...You wouldn't mind helping him...

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Here's a sneak peak of the master list I'm making plus a couple master list title leaks. Third one might be obvious but oh well. 😏

I just realized I haven't written for seungmin. Like a haven't given him his own fic and I wanna do something for him.

Besides seungmin, send me idea in general 😩 I wanna write things you can't seem to find enough of.

Anyway, I have a headache and really tired but I'm gonna try and finish at least Changbin's chapter from what I'm calling "Sleeping Around."

𝒮𝐿𝐸𝐸𝒫𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝑅𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰:

𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨! 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵.

𝘉𝘵𝘵𝘮𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨! 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 :]

Nothing below the cut, just the tag list, that's all.

How it all started: ?????

Who's next?: Virg! ?????

Nervous Kitty: Virg! ?????

Bunny Bites: ?????

Back again: Jisung

Unexpected: BttmVirg!Chan

Morning Workout: BttmVirg!Changbin

Backstage: ?????

Precious: Virg! ?????

Lovely Pup: Virg! ?????

Future Chapters TBD (Requests open for Bonus Chapters)

@whatdoyouwanttocallmefor @uso-dakedo @vernonvernoff98-blog @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @succubus-hansol @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist @demtttt @succubus-hansol @sebastianswhore13

(If your tag is red, I can't seem to tag you 🤔)

He is princess but he's also sir

I don't have a setup so I'm jumping right in. You also had me at free use. Blue are like sub notes, basically me cutting in with my thoughts. (Also my first time writing completely submissive reader) I also feel like I went way more descriptive than usual but I love it so :P

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You're on the couch, Jisung sitting on your lap straddling your thighs. His hand his fisted in your hair at the back of your head, tilting out of his way as he kisses and sucks the column of your neck, under your ear, everywhere he can reach to get you to submit to him, begging and whining for more.

I 100% believe that Mn in this is usually taken as the dom/top because of his stature/size/build and Jisung gets incredibly hard just from the thought that he can get someone like Mn to submit.

Attaching his lips under your ear, you whine into his ear when his grip on your hair tightens, hands itching at your sides, attempting to grip onto the couch but the cushion cover is too tight so your fingers just dig into it as Jisung told you no touching.

"J-Ji...J-Jisung, W-Wanna t-touch..." You whimper before gasping when Jisung fully bites into your neck without answering. He thinks you're still too coherent for his liking, he wants your begs, your moans, he wants you to completely give yourself to him as he moves to the other side of your neck, switching hands in your hair as his now free right hand moves down and under your shirt to scratch at your stomach or pecs, causing you to let out a breathy moan.

"Ji...H-Hannie~ Fuck, please~ m-more, w-want more..." He bites next to your adam's apple and moves down to your collar bone, lips parted around the protruding bone under your skin to lick that spot before pulling back and dragging his tongue back up to your neck.

You're shaking under him, hands moving to your own sweats and fisting the fabric so hard your knuckles are beginning to turn white.

"Ah! H-Hannie...Sir, please, I-I need m-more, I-I need to- hngh~ touch you, please s-sir. I-I promise to b-be good, I-I'm y-your g-good boy, p-please just let me touch." Your chest heaves heavily, every breath burning as it feels like every gasp you take isn't filling your lungs enough, it's not enough, and when Jisung smirks into your neck and pulls back to finally give you more --pressing his lips to yours and grinding harder into your own hard on-- you inhale heavily with a gasp as if Jisung was your source of oxygen.

Jisung shoves his tongue past your lips and like always you were weak, you're lucky you were sitting down as you melt into the couch and into Jisung's touch. There was a time Jisung desperately made out with you against the front door after a date night and your knees literally went weak as you almost fell to the floor.

Bitch, you a simp for this man this time around.

Jisung shifts, moving to straddle your thigh and practically shove his knee into your groin, your moan into his mouth as your hips buck unintentionally into his knee.

Your jaw relaxes as Jisung practically shoves his tongue down your throat before pulling back and shoving his pointer and middle finger into your mouth, to the back of your throat and pressing down on your tongue, keeping your mouth open so he can hear your breathy moans, whines, and gasps.

"Oh, such a good boy. Sound and taste so sweet." His fingers slide a bit further back, triggering your reflex along with tears gathering in your eyes.

BRACE YOURSELF I GOT HORNY AND FLITHY WITH THIS NEXT PART.

Jisung chuckles darkly, a smirk on his lips as he opens your mouth wider and slightly lets up his pressure on your tongue. "Lick my fingers, baby." You instantly move your tongue, whimpering when Jisung holds your tongue between his two fingers for a moment then lets go to let you continue, drenching his fingers with spit before he's holding your tongue down again.

He's held your tongue down in away that has his fingers trigger your reflex every time you try to swallow the excess amount of spit, causing your tears to fall with every gag.

He taps your thigh, signaling for you to lift it up slightly and you comply, tensing it as well as you look up at Jisung with glassy wide eyes and a look of desperation in your blown pupils.

Jisung leans forward, kissing your cheek and licking your tears off his lips when he pulled back. "Fuck, so pretty when you cry, baby. So fucking cute." His grinding becomes more sporadic and he starts shifting his knee into your painful hard on.

yeah that's right, dacryphilia mwahaha

He looks up from watching you resist grinding into his knee and looks at your disheveled appearance. Eyes wide, wanting, glossy. Your spit now dripping down your chin and some down his wrist. Hair a tangled mess, strands sticking out everywhere. Your face was flushed the color of a strawberry with tracks of tears falling over the burning skin.

Lifting himself off your thigh for a moment, he pushes up to be slightly above you, tilting your head back as his fingers move to hold the tip of your tongue as he lets the buildup of spit fall from his tongue onto yours, pulling a whiny moan from you as your eyes never left Jisung's face.

He only lets your jaw go for a moment to tell you to swallow, you doing so quickly and automatically opening your mouth right after.

Jisung smirks, lowering himself back onto your thigh. "Such a mess, so dirty." Then he's lifting himself up and off your lap completely, cooing when you whine at the loss. He removes his shorts and it's almost automatic as you go to remove your sweats but he slaps your hands and gets back on your lap. "I didn't say you could move, baby." "S-S'rry, Sir. M'sorry." Humming softly, he pecks your lips. "Don't move, don't touch. That's all you have to do for now, got it?" You nod but that wasn't enough for him as he places a hand on your throat, squeezing slightly. "And don't be quiet. I wanna hear your noises while I use you, baby boy." "Y-Yes, S-Sir."

He pulls down your sweats and boxers just enough to pull out your cock. You exhale with a shudder as his hand wraps around you, thumb swiping over your tip, smearing your pre all over the head then moving his hand down to your base and back up, stroking you slowly.

"Ah~ Ha~ s-sir, please~" He moves forward, kissing you as he brings his hips forward, placing his palm under both your lengths. "Spit." You whine softly before closing your mouth, pooling a heavy amount on the tip of your tongue before letting it fall onto his palm and your dicks.

He uses both hands, one stroking him and the other stroking you, spreading the spit around, making everything messy and sticky.

"Fuck, so good. You're so good, Mn." He places his cock neck to yours and thrusts into his hands and against your own length. "Ah~ G-Good? S-Sir feel g-good?" Both of you moan when Jisung tightens his hold slightly.

"Yeah, feel so good, baby. You're being such a good boy for me, letting me use you. Doing such a good job listening." Your hands are next to his knees but they dig into the cushion, scratching at the fabric.

"Wanna touch me, baby?" You nod your head frantically. "Y-Yes, sir, please. Please let me touch, w-wanna feel you, sir, please." "I don't know if you've been good enough." "I-I have. B-Baby been good, Baby b-been s-so good, please sir, Baby wan' to f-feel you." "Aw, my precious baby. Go ahead." You gasp, hips bucking up in his hands as your hands shoot up to cradle his face and pull him towards you in a searing kiss.

Whimpering against his lips, your hands frantically move to his thighs to squeeze then move to his waist, moving his shirt out of the way to grip his waist and attempt to pull him even closer, nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace of his own hips and his hands.

Pulling back, you look up at Jisung breathlessly. "C-Can I mark you, sir? W-Wanna b-bite, p-please, make sir mine." "Make me yours? Am I yours, baby?" "M-Mine. F-fuck...c-close." "Make me yours, baby boy. You've been so good." You pull him impossibly closer and instantly bite his neck, pulling a moan from him as his hips move faster, his pre-cum smearing onto your length and his hands with every move.

"Ah~ Shit, J-Ji...S-Sir, f-faster, g-gonna c-cum, fuck feels so good, sir." You mumble into his neck, huffing and sloppily licking and sucking at his neck as your hips start moving and thrusting up into his hands.

Keeping one hand on your lengths, his other moves your shirt out of the way. Your hips buck faster against Jisung and he leans forward slightly. "Cum for me, baby boy. Make a mess of yourself." He mutters against your ear, voice a bit raspy as he chokes out a groan as you bite under his ear and your hips stutter as the coil snaps.

Your moans followed by heavy pants are hot against Jisung's neck as you cum all over your stomach, his hand, and his own cock. "Fuck, baby, there's so much. Such a messy boy." "I'm messy, y-your messy boy. F-uck, c-cum sir, w-want y-your cum please." "Just a moment, s-so close baby, shit, so close."

You pant and lick under his jaw, gripping his hips tighter as he lets you go to jerk himself off above your stomach. "Shit, gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum." You pull back and kiss him, fighting against hush tongue before letting him take control, groaning against your lips as he finally releases, his cum landing on your stomach with yours.

He takes his fingers, gathering quite a bit of your mixed cum on his fingers before bringing them up to your lips, wrapping your lips around his fingers and licking his fingers clean. Jisung kisses you when you clean the mess off his fingers, swiping his tongue over yours and licking your mouth before pulling back and both of you swallow.

Jisung had no time to react before you move your hands and wrap your arms around his waist tightly. "Wait-" It was too late before the remaining cum on your stomach smears onto his shirt. "Mn..." He scolds softly but either way still smiles as you bury your face in his neck, collecting yourself and taking deep breaths to settle your rapidly beating heart.

He sits there with you on your lap, arms wrapped around your neck and his hand brushing through your hair as he smiles down at you and buries his own face in your shoulder.

You whine softly, tightening your arms around Jisung and kiss his shoulder where your lips can reach. "I-I love you, Sungie, so much...Th-Thank you..." He chuckles softly and kisses the side of your head. "You're welcome. I love you, too. My sweet baby boy."

Okay so I absolutely love dom Hannie cause shiittt, that man is so versatile I can't.

Imagine him grinding down on your clothed cock and/or thighs just grunting and telling you how you're such a good boy for him, Letting him use you however he wants.

He's jerking you both off in his hands, Dicks slippery and deliciously sliding against each other. "You're such a good boy for me, Yeah" "You make me feel so good baby"

Sir SIR IF YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT IMMA COME DON'T TEST MEEE 🫣🥵🤤

His panting, omg. And reaching down to mark your neck then moving to your lips and just DEVOURING you, It's so messy and wet and ahh. Just the sound of your dicks in his hand rubbing and sliding and squelching is so fucking hot. Ji sits back up and spits on his hand to add to the wetness.

And holy shit he would love to face fuck you, He literally wouldn't shut up with his moans and praises ah he has his hands in your hair holding you still or moving your head on his cock. He'd wipe your tears away and then roughly thrust into your mouth.

ahm, excuse me, the horny jumped out 😳

@james-is-here this is your fault for that Jaist post 🙃😘

I'm so glad you love it cause I love it ☺️

Okay so I absolutely love dom Hannie cause shiittt, that man is so versatile I can't.

Imagine him grinding down on your clothed cock and/or thighs just grunting and telling you how you're such a good boy for him, Letting him use you however he wants.

He's jerking you both off in his hands, Dicks slippery and deliciously sliding against each other. "You're such a good boy for me, Yeah" "You make me feel so good baby"

Sir SIR IF YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT IMMA COME DON'T TEST MEEE 🫣🥵🤤

His panting, omg. And reaching down to mark your neck then moving to your lips and just DEVOURING you, It's so messy and wet and ahh. Just the sound of your dicks in his hand rubbing and sliding and squelching is so fucking hot. Ji sits back up and spits on his hand to add to the wetness.

And holy shit he would love to face fuck you, He literally wouldn't shut up with his moans and praises ah he has his hands in your hair holding you still or moving your head on his cock. He'd wipe your tears away and then roughly thrust into your mouth.

ahm, excuse me, the horny jumped out 😳

@james-is-here this is your fault for that Jaist post 🙃😘

Okay, so, @succubus-hansol I came up with another version for this blurb I made to your blurb. 😁 This starts off with a few paragraphs from the original just for context and to set up the scene.

I hope you love this cause I love it.

Lifting himself off your thigh for a moment, he pushes up to be slightly above you, tilting your head back as his fingers move to hold the tip of your tongue as he lets the buildup of spit fall from his tongue onto yours, pulling a whiny moan from you as your eyes never left Jisung's face.

He only lets your jaw go for a moment to tell you to swallow, you doing so quickly and automatically opening your mouth right after.

Jisung smirks, lowering himself back onto your thigh.

"Such a mess, so dirty." Then he's lifting himself up and off your lap completely, cooing when you whine at the loss. He removes his shorts and it's almost automatic as you go to remove your sweats but he slaps your hands and gets back on your lap. "I didn't say you could move, baby." "S-S'rry, Sir. M'sorry." Humming softly, he pecks your lips. "Don't move, don't touch. That's all you have to do for now, got it?" You nod but that wasn't enough for him as he places a hand on your throat, squeezing slightly. "And don't be quiet. I wanna hear your noises while I use you, baby boy." "Y-Yes, S-Sir."

He pulls down your sweats and boxers just enough to pull out your cock. You exhale with a shudder as his hand wraps around you, thumb swiping over your tip, smearing your pre all over the head then moving his hand down to your base and back up, stroking you slowly.

"Ah~ Ha~ s-sir, please~" He moves forward, kissing you as he brings his hips forward, placing his palm under both your lengths. "Spit." You whine softly before closing your mouth, pooling a heavy amount on the tip of your tongue before letting it fall onto his palm and your dicks.

He uses both hands, one stroking him and the other stroking you, spreading the spit around, making everything messy and sticky.

"Fuck, so good. You're so good, Mn." He places his cock next to yours and thrusts into his hands and against your own length. "Ah~ G-Good? S-Sir feel g-good?" Both of you moan when Jisung tightens his hold slightly.

"Yeah, feel so good, baby. You're being such a good boy for me, letting me use you. Doing such a good job listening." Your hands are next to his knees but they dig into the cushion, scratching at the fabric.

"Wanna touch me, baby?" You nod your head frantically. "Y-Yes, sir, please. Please let me touch, w-wanna feel you, sir, please." "I don't know if you've been good enough." "I-I have. B-Baby been good, Baby b-been s-so good, please sir, Baby wan' to f-feel you."

"Aw, my precious baby. Go ahead." You gasp, hips bucking up in his hands as your hands shoot up to cradle his face and pull him towards you in a searing kiss.

Whimpering against his lips, your hands frantically move to his thighs to squeeze then move to his waist, moving his shirt out of the way to grip his waist and attempt to pull him even closer, nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace of his own hips and his hands.

Pulling back, you look up at Jisung breathlessly. "Can I- I want- Please, sir." "Slow down, baby." He leans forward, kissing your cheek then your lips and pulling back. "Slow down and tell me what you want." "W-wanna hold you..." "But you are." "N-No, w-wanna hold you c-closer. C-Can I...Can I fuck you, sir? Please? W-Wanna- fuck- Wanna feel you, sir, please."

The smirk and dark look in his eyes had you sinking back further into the couch. "Is this not enough?" He breaths out, looking down momentarily at your cocks sliding together. "You just have to be inside me? Can't handle a simple hand job?" "P-Please~" "Mmm...No, instead," His hand under your length moved up as he shifted slightly so he could fist your tip before he pulled away and started stroking you slowly, a whole 180 from the fast humping he was doing prior. "No~ Sir, please go faster! M'sorry!"

"Shhh, instead I'm gonna keep doing what I was doing. If I cum first, I'll let you fuck me until you cum. If you cum first, you won't get anything." "N-No...that's c-cruel, please." Jisung hums, tilting his head as he lets out a small huff, letting out a small noise as he wraps his hands back around both your lengths and starts slow. "Then you better hold it. Can you be a good boy and hold it?" You shake your head, begging him with your eyes but when you see he won't change his punishment, you whimper, tears building on your lash line. "Y-Yes, S-Sir." "Good boy."

His thrusts pick up and he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours firmly then forcing his tongue past your lips, dominating your mouth as your hands grip his waist, trying to pull him closer. You pull back, your head tilted to rest on the back of the couch as he moves to your neck. "C-Can...Can I mark you, sir? Mark you as mine?" "Mark me as yours? Possessive much?" "M'sorry." "Don't- fuck- Don't apologize, baby, it's hot. Go ahead." He moans as he tightens his hands slightly again, pre cum dripping from his tip and coating your lengths, making it even more messy as your pre mixes with his.

You lean forward, your hands moving down to his hips and, even though he's in control, when your hands grip his hips it has a shiver crawl up your spine and you twitch in his hand, groaning as you bite under his jaw. "Fuck, don't cum, Mn. You know the consequences, you don't want me to leave you here, do you?" His tone makes you aware of your place and you let out a whimper, letting go of the spot you were sucking on the crook of his neck and resting your forehead on his shoulder.

You daringly buck your hips up, thrusting into his hands with him and when he doesn't scold you, instead moaning and gasping, you keep going. Your hands move from his hips to his ass, fingers digging into the flesh. "Fuuuck~ M'close, shit, I'm so close." "Please. It hurts, sir, please." "Fuck it."

He lets go, completely shocking you before you're moaning loudly as he shifted closer, one hand resting on your shoulder and his other hand reaching down to guide your tip to his hole, sinking down quickly and smoothly. "Sh-Shit...H-How- Fuck, sir...F-Feel so...warm. S-So good Ah~" "I- Fuck~ I felt like I was going to go against m-my own punishment if a-anything we did escalated." He moans softly as he rocked his hips slightly, his arm coming up and wrapping around your neck with the other. "So full. Such a big boy, baby." "S-Sir~"

Jisung leans in, immediately licking into your mouth and tilting his head, playing with your tongue before pulling away. "Fuck me, baby. Go ahead, you earned it."

Your right arm wraps around his lower back and your left hand grips under his ass and pulls the cheek to spread him more as you thrust up into him and he meets you when he sinks down. Jisung cums a second later when you hit his prostate, staining your shirt and stomach. "Fuck~ s-so good, baby, feels so good ah~"

You slow down slightly, helping him ride out his high. "Keep going? C-Can I keep going?" Jisung kisses you quickly and nods. "Yeah, keep going, baby." With your hold on him, you tighten your grip and move him with you to lay him down on the couch and hover over him, leaning down to bite the left side of his neck as you fuck into him quickly, possibly even quicker than when he was on your lap.

Jisung throws his head back with a moan at the sting of overstimulation. Your tip punching his prostate over and over again. When your left hand on his thigh slides up to bring his leg to his chest, he places his hand under his knee to hold his leg up for you.

"M-My baby, my Sungie." You bury your face in the crook of his neck, his free hand moving to the back of your head, scratching your scalp and tangling his fingers in your hair. "I'm yours, s-sweet boy. All yours~" You whimper against his neck, your right arm still under his back and your hand fists his shirt, your left gripping his thigh. "Hngh~ Ha~ S-Sir, M'gonna cum, can I cum, please?" "Hold it for a little bit, only a little bit." "Sir~" You do as he said, resisting to let the coil snap. His left hand pulls your hair to guide you up so he could kiss you as his right hand moves from the back of his knee to hold your hand and bring it to where his just was.

Bringing up his left leg, trapped between your body and the back of the couch, he's spread wider. He pulls back and you fall back into the crook of his neck, nipping at the skin as he moans and his hold on your hair tightens. "Cum baby, let go." A squeal of a moan buried itself in Jisung's shoulder as you still deep inside him, cumming deep inside him as he lets go of your hand and his leg before he reaches between your bodies, grabbing a hold of his dick and you move your body off him slightly so it's easier for him to jerk his length as he squirms, arching away from your arm and his head thrown back once he finally cums again, moaning breathlessly as he releases on his shirt.

When his high is over and he removes his hand, you immediately fall onto him, face still buried in his neck. He lays there with you, slowly lowering his leg and bringing your left hand up and holding it on his chest.

Only a few minutes after he realizes you were out, you stirred again, nuzzling into his neck and attempting to pull him closer. "Mnie?" You hum softly. "You okay?" "M'yeah. Comfy...tired." You whisper. "Well, can you move so we can get comfy in bed?" You shake your head slightly and he chuckles. "Sweet thing, the guys will be home soon." "So?" That pulls a full laugh out of him as he grips your hair and pulls your head up to see you, a look of bliss and contentment on your face as you look down at him. "Chan-Hyung won't be happy."

Your eyes widened but you still look content in his arms. "Suddenly the couch is uncomfortable, wanna move?" He giggles, smiling up at you before he leans up to give you a kiss. "You carry me though, I also don't want to move." You smile, leaning down to return his kiss before pulling him up with you and into your lap then carefully standing up with him. "What about our pants?" You ask, looking down at the clothing in front of the couch at the same time you kick off your bottoms that fell to the floor. "Either we'll get it later or someone else will. I just want to nap with you now." He wraps his arms around your neck and this time it's his face burying into your neck, nipping slightly. "Okay."

Making your way to his room, you kick open the door lightly, kicking it closed when you're fully in, then walk over to the bed and sitting down.

"Don't wanna lay down?" He asks you and you tighten your arms around him. "I want you to hold me...but you can't." "I can, silly boy." He laughs softly. "Just gotta get me a plug." You remove an arm from him and reach over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and reaching in to grab a simple silver plug.

Leaning on your shoulder and lifting himself slightly, he spreads his cheeks for you as you bring the plug closer, left hand placed on top of his right as your other slowly replaces your length with the toy, pulling a slow, quiet moan from the male. "Fuck, I need a toy that matches you...Feel so empty now." "Ji..." You mutter and shyly hide your face in his neck, making him giggle softly. "Come on."

Getting off your lap, you have to catch him by his waist as he stumbles slightly before he pulls you up and pulls your shirt over your head with his following shortly after. He moves the blankets out of the way and gets in bed, opening his arms for you as you slide in next to him.

You wrap your arms around his waist with your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck which makes him giggle softly as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and upper back after pulling the blankets up. You manage to find a comfortable position and tangle your legs with his before sighing and kissing his neck where you can reach from the spot your laying, sighing softly when he starts lightly scratching your shoulders and spine with his nails.

"I love you, my baby." You whisper.

"I love you, my sweet boy."

Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

hi hi~ me again... sorry

I was wondering if maybe you'd consider writing something for me again?

I was hoping for maybe something with poly Chan and Jisung x ftm reader where the three of you get into a MAJOR fight and y'all ignore each other, sleeping separately, avoiding eachother etc. after it bc you're all unable to fully calm down until they find you crying and rush to comfort you just to find out your crying from being so pent up and unable to get off without them and they help you with angry makeup sex?

Kiss And Make Up

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Paring: Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Little Angst First, Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The air was heavy with tension, the walls seeming to close in around them. It was as if the very fabric of their lives had begun to unravel, threadbare and worn. The three of them stood in the living room, not daring to look at one another, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their secrets pressing down on their shoulders like an unbearable burden.

Jisung and Chan, both members of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, had been neglecting their relationship with M/n, the bottom in their triad. Their busy schedules had left them little time for each other, and they'd begun to take M/n for granted. The longer it went on, the more resentment built up inside them all.

Finally, they found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls were closing in around them. Jisung and Chan exchanged guilty glances, unable to meet each other's eyes. They knew they needed to confront their feelings, but the weight of their secrets made it difficult to find the words.

M/n, on the other hand, looked like a lost child. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was etched with pain. He had tried to be understanding, to give them space, but the loneliness had been overwhelming. He wished they could go back to the way things were before, when they were a united front, a powerful triad that nobody dared to cross.

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances again, their anger momentarily forgotten as they took in the despair in M/n's eyes. They knew they had to fix this, not just for themselves but for M/n as well. They moved toward him, their hands reaching out to touch him gently on the shoulders.

"M/n, we're sorry," Jisung began, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been so selfish, neglecting you like this… We didn't mean to hurt you."

M/n looked up at them, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "I know you've been busy," he whispered. "It's just… I miss you. I feel so alone."

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances once more, their hearts breaking at the pain in M/n's voice. They moved closer, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace. "We miss you too, M/n," Chan whispered. "We should have made more time for you." Jisung confessed.

M/n leaned into their touch, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "I just wanted us to be together again," he said, his voice barely audible. "I felt so lonely without you." He pulled away slightly, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Can we try again? Be a real triad again?"

Jisung and Chan exchanged another glance, their hearts full of regret and determination. They nodded in unison, promising each other that this time would be different. They would make sure to make time for M/n, to cherish their bond as a triad.

Gently, they led M/n to a nearby bed, their hands moving with a tender urgency. They stripped him down to his underwear, revealing his pale, quivering skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion. Jisung and Chan could see the want in his eyes, the need for them just as much as they needed him.

As they knelt before him, their fingers danced over the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down. M/n's pussy came into view, wet and swollen, begging for their touch. His hips rose to meet their hands as they parted his lips, revealing his tight little hole. Jisung and Chan looked into each other's eyes, their anger and hurt momentarily forgotten as they focused on the task at hand: pleasuring their beloved M/n.

Their tongues flicked out, circling his entrance, teasing and taunting. They moved in perfect unison, their hands gripping his hips as they began to thrust inside him. M/n let out a strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. His pussy clamped down on their fingers, milking them for every ounce of pleasure.

Jisung gazed up at M/n, his eyes full of adoration and regret. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," hem stood up and whispered into M/n's ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have made more time for us." He moved his hand to cup M/n's cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear.

Chan's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe he'd been so selfish, focusing on his own needs and desires instead of M/n's. He leaned in to press kisses to M/n's clit. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been there for you too."

Chan stood up and moved between M/n's legs, his face flushed with emotion. He roughly parted M/n's lips with his fingers, exposing the wet, swollen folds within. M/n whimpered, arching his back in anticipation. With a feral growl, Chan moved his tip near M/n's entrance, teasing and taunting before finally pushing inside.

M/n cried out, the pleasure from Chan's ministrations mixing with the release of his pent-up emotions. He grabs Jisung's waist band, tugging him closer. Jisung's cock, already hard from the sight of M/n's wetness, slides between M/n's mouth. M/n opens wide, taking as much of Jisung in as he can. His tongue darts out, tracing the vein on Jisung's shaft as he sucks. His other hand grips Chan's hip, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside.

Chan's thrusts grow rougher, more desperate. He can feel the tension beginning to build inside himself, the impending release of all his anger and frustration. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry," he pants, "I should have been there for you." His hips buck harder, his cock slapping against M/n's prostate with each thrust.

Jisung's hand tangles in M/n's hair, holding his head still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. His free hand grips M/n's hip, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His eyes meet Chan's in the mirror, and he sees the same regret and longing there. He knows they both have a lot of making up to do, but for now, this moment, it feels like they're back on track.

As the pleasure builds inside him, Chan's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. His eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in concentration. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest, the impending release of all his pent-up emotions. He looks down at M/n, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, and he knows he's never going to let him go again.

M/n moans around Jisung's cock, his head rolling back as the sensations wash over him. His fingers dig into Chan's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel the wetness between his legs, the evidence of how much he's missed this connection, how much he's needed them both.

As the pleasure builds, M/n's body tightens, and he lets out a cry that seems to echo through the room. His orgasm rips through him, shuddering his body as he comes, hot and sticky, over their hands. He arches his back, pressing closer to them both, relishing in the feel of their skin against his.

Chan's thrusts don't slow as he feels the tension build inside himself. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. He sees the love and need for them both reflected back in his gaze, and it gives him the strength to release, to let go of the anger and hurt that had been holding him back. His movements grow more frenzied, more urgent, as he comes, filling M/n with his seed.

Jisung feels the tremors run through Chan's body, and it pushes him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, spilling his release over M/n's tongue. Their bodies are flush together now, sweat-slick and breathless. The tension that had been building between them for so long is finally released, leaving them both spent and satisfied.