Han Jisung X Reader Smut - Tumblr Posts

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.