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[moonlightndaydreams]

I loved this delicious Jisung scenario. I need him so bad!!!!

❥ Pairing ➳ Boyfriend!Jisung x Afab!Reader

❥ Genre ➳ Smut

❥ Word Count ➳ 1K

❥ Warnings ➳ Top!Jisung, Bottom!Reader, P in v sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it up) porn without plot, 2min mention because it's me, proof read only once so if you see any mistakes -no you don't- I wrote something and finished it yay me

“F-fuc-hmmph” Your moans are cut short by Jisung covering your mouth with his hand. “Shh baby. I told you we need to be quiet.” he whispers, hot breath ghosting over your ear. You can only groan into his palm. Your own hands squeeze helplessly at his sides, nails digging into his golden skin. There will definitely be marks later. 

You're laying on top of Jisung, back pressed to his chest as he fucks into you. Your body is secured in place by his toned arm wrapped around your middle. Jisung had been frequenting the Gym with Chan & Changbin recently and it was obvious he was bulking up again, much to your absolute delight. His broadened shoulders and thick arms had arousal pooling in your stomach every time you laid eyes on him. It only adds to your desire to have your boyfriend manhandle you every which way. 

Your body bounces with every thrust of Jisung's hips, his cock hitting that spongy spot inside you with impressive, mind numbing accuracy. As much as you want to be quiet, knowing your roommate Seungmin wouldn’t appreciate having to listen to you fall apart on your boyfriend's cock, you can't help the whines and moans that fall from your lips as pleasure rushes through you in waves. It feels so good. 

“I-I know baby, I know,” Jisung shushes, all too receptive to your cries of ecstasy. “You like having my cock inside you, yeah?” Jisung prods, his words teasing but you're far too gone to care. You try to nod as best you can against his shoulder to answer. Jisung chuckles, continuing his onslaught of dirty whispers in that low, grainy tone of voice that makes you keen. 

“Fuck baby- You're so t-tight. Feel so good around me-hngh” Jisung himself isn't faring much better. The feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around his length, the deliciously wet slide of your walls around him has him inching closer to the edge already. “Missed fucking this tight hole of yours.” Jisung grunts, placing hot kisses along the side of your neck. “I missed my baby soo-ah! So fucking much. My pretty baby-fuck!” He rambles on. He grabs your chin and turns your head to the side so he can press your lips together. 

The kiss is wet, and messy and you try your best to reciprocate Jisung's intensity, his desperation to taste you but your mind is practically seeping out of your ears. All it knows is Jisung's name and the feeling of his dick inside you. You can feel your high drawing near, the pleasure circling through your body and collecting in your gut. You're so fucking close. 

Suddenly, Jisung stops moving, hips coming to a halt. You might actually start crying. You were so, so close. You're about to whine, call out his name, question why he stopped but before you can even make a sound, Jisung covers your mouth with his palm again and plants his feet onto the mattress for seemingly better leverage. He takes his hand that's wrapped around your middle and brings it down to your clit instead. 

Without warning, he starts fucking into you harder and faster, drawing figure eights on your clit so fast you go cross eyed. Your moans get louder, the sound barely muffled by Jisung's hand. You feel the tightening of your gut as your orgasm approaches but it gets to you way faster than you were expecting.

You practically scream into Jisung's palm, your body jerking violently in his hold as your orgasm rages through you. Jisung doesn't stop fucking up into you either, chasing his own high, causing you to whine from overstimulation. It only takes a few more thrusts and your walls tightening around his cock for him to also fall over the edge, hips stiffening as he cums inside you.

He bites onto your shoulder to try and stifle the moan erupting from his throat, it does very little to silence him. You cry out at the feeling, the slight pain sending blissful shocks of arousal straight to your pussy. It's been a while since either of you came that hard. 

Jisung's hand slips from over your mouth and your bodies flops onto the bed. You're still on top of him, his arms wrapped around you, holding you in place. The both of you lay there for a moment, panting softly. It takes a minute for you to find yourself but when you do you finally break the silence. “Do you think we were quiet enough?” you ask breathlessly. Jisung laughs, albeit weakly. “Probably not but I don't think it matters anymore.” He replies, running his hands along your torso absentmindedly. The touch is gentle, soothing. 

“Why is that?” you question, shifting to adjust yourself on top of Jisung. The movement causes Jisung's dick to slide out of you, eliciting a groan from the both of you. “Mmph-Listen,” Jisung mumbles, pointing to the wall behind your heads. You stretch your ears, trying your best to listen for whatever it is Jisung wants you to hear. After a brief moment you hear it, soft gasps and moans coming from beyond your bedroom wall. A laugh escapes you at the sounds, breathy and full of disbelief. 

“Seems Seungminnie had plans of his own tonight.” you giggle, making Jisung giggle in turn. “Who do you think he brought over?” Jisung asks but before you can provide your guess, a muffled ‘Fuck- Minho-Hyung!’ rings through the apartment, answering Jisung's question. You stare at each other for a second, eyes wide with surprise before bursting out laughing. “There's your answer.” you laugh, rolling off Jisung and onto the mattress. “I'll get us cleaned up.” Jisung chuckles, getting up and heading to the bathroom. You hum in response, resting your head on your hands and sinking further into the duvet while you wait for him to come back. 

【Tagging】 : @skzms @bbyquokka @hanjibug @moonjxsung @kaciidubs @brownsugarbaybee

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[moonlightndaydreams]

Thanks babe for the fic recs… both are a couple of my absolute fav things I’ve ever written.

Han fic recs 2

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(f) Roasting @flurrys-creativity

Synopsis: Hybrid!Au, SquirrelHybrid!Jisung

(m) Liar @bandgie

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(a,m,f) Princess treatment @minniesmutt ft.Chan, Changbin

Synopsis: Poly!Au

(m,f) Just a little @seungminheart

Synopsis: You just want to play a little game with Jisung... after all, it's just so fun to watch him squirm.

(m) Security camera @luvyeni

Synopsis: CaféManager!Jisung x CaféWorker!Reader

(m) 2AM @aesteraceae

Synopsis: Polyamory!Au, Idol!3Racha x SongwriterProducer!Reader

(h,m,f) No Nut November @gimmeurtmi

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(m) Night Dive @flurrys-creativity

Synopsis: Merman!Au, Hybrid!Au

(m) Stress Eating @seungfl0wer

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(m) Get spotlight @hwajin ft.Chan, Changbin

Synopsis: FriendsWithBenefits

(m) Afternoon Anime @moonlightndaydreams

Synopsis: Friends-To-Lovers

(m) Back in ten, Baby @daydreams-after-dark

Synopsis: Ceo!Jisung, EstablishedRelationship

(m,a,f) Sea may rise, Sky may fall @skzms ft.Minho

Synopsis: SecondInCommand!Minho x Captain!Reader x CaptiveDuke!Han

(m) Making out, Dry humping

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(m) Walking in on Jisung in your panties

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(m) Wanna be your favourite boy @hyunsvngs

Synopsis: BestFriend!Han

(m) 5-Star ft. Minho, Felix, Seungmin

Synopsis: NoStringsAttached

(m) Hannie’s Fixation @felixknow

Synopsis: Friends-Who-Do-Something-Sexual-By-Accident-?

(m) Hannie’s Fixation II

Synopsis: Friends-Who-Play-Together

[moonlightndaydreams]

I love you!!!! I love this!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 what a wonderful surprise to come to today!!!

• The Blackened Heart • Part Two

A Han Jisung Mini Series

© itshannjisung, 2024

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

Pairing: PirateThief!Jisung x Female Captain Reader x Ex-Bandit Lino

Summary: When Y/N, Captain of the Blackened Heart, gets offered a large sum of money to deliver a thief to the Jarl of Serpent Point, she and her crew greedily accept. But while spending time with the familiar thief during their long journey back home, she realizes just how important human connection can be, even for a pirate.

Warnings: Mentions of violence/death. Several mentions of decapitation (no actual beheading occurs, just a brief mention of it). Mentions of deceased family members. Mentions of poverty/living poor. Mentions of intimacy & sex (no actual sex, just brief mentions of it). Mentions/depictions of misogyny (these were old times okay guys? women stayed home and men were set out to fight. Female pirates were rare, don't @ me for this plz). Mentions of jealousy.

** The author has left out some warnings to create an element of surprise with certain topics in/throughout this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. **

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: I am so so SO sorry that part two has taken so long to come out! I had it completed and just needed to edit it, but for the last month I've been busy with packing and preparing to move to my first apartment, the holidays and family, fighting off a bad case of pneumonia, and more packing. We're two days away from getting the keys and then we'll be spending the next week or so moving into the new place. I wanted to post this on Christmas as a holiday gift, but like I said, I was extremely sick and spent most of my Christmas holidays in bed. Nevertheless, Part Two is here, and I'm so excited for you to read this chapter!!

As always, your feedback and suggestions are always welcome!!

Enjoy!!

Cliffpoint Hollow, the city in which the Queen of Fatewatch resided, was an absolute marvel—a haven of beauty perched on the edge of the world. The city sat atop a towering cliff, its sharp edges plunging down into the expanse of endless blue below. The sun hung low in the sky, scattering golden light across the waves, and the faint call of seagulls mingled with the hum of the docks below.

Lush greenery framed the path leading up to the city gates, a riot of flowers tumbling over stone walls as if nature itself strived to embrace this place in its hold. It was a landscape from a dream, vibrant and alive, unlike the harsh, smoked-soaked docks of Serpent Point. Here, the air was fresh, untainted by the stench of desperation. Even the castle, poised like a sentinel at the top of the cliff, seemed less like a fortress and more like a beacon of hope for those who dared brave the sea.

The sight of it filled you with a strange lightness, as if the weight you carried on the journey here had evaporated under the sun's warmth. For a fleeting moment, you could almost forget the job ahead, the lies you'd woven, and the storm waiting to break on the horizon of your future. But the glimmer of peace was deceptive, a shallow comfort before the plunge.

The journey to Cliffpoint Hollow had been a long one. The weather held up for the majority of the trip, with a small storm only hitting on the first few days at sea. The crew and you stopped briefly in Eagle's Bay so Jinn and Seungmo could see their families, a small price you were more than willing to pay to keep them happy.

During your night in Eagle's Bay, the crew and you spent all your time with the wives of Seungmo and Jinn, wrapped in warm blankets surrounded by a campfire, where everyone told stories and roasted fresh meat over the open flames. Jinn's son was a delight to be around, the world's happiest baby as Binni had called him several times, and you briefly felt yourself longing for the life your crew members had. 

You couldn't help but think that this is where you'd be yourself if everything hadn't been destroyed all those years ago. Happily married with a baby or two, living a quiet, easy-going life surrounded by those who mattered most. The thought didn't last long, as you were quick to remind yourself that you never would've forged this family without taking to life on the waters in the first place.

Still, the idea of living this lifestyle when all was said and done was appealing, and you kept yourself longing for it, if only to give you a reason to look forward to the future. 

Lord knows you needed one.

The next morning, Ophelia and Millie loaded you and your crew up with even more supplies than necessary, adding onto the mass amount you had received from Foucher the week before, and then you and the guys were off for whatever awaited for you in Cliffpoint Hollow.

The boys were happy with the supplies Foucher had provided, though Seungmo was highly suspicious of the man's intent. You had to feign your confusion around him and his observant behavior the most, acting as if you didn't know the real reason why Foucher had offered so much for such a 'minuscule job' as Jeo had once put it. Nobody else would question the way the food supply nearly tripled in size, or the new mattresses that sat atop their cots, layered with warm blankets and fluffy pillows. Seungmo was the only one to ask questions, and you feared the time you'd run out of answers.

You hated lying to your men. One of the policies you established when you sold your mother's farm and bought your first ship years ago was that honesty was the most important attribute. You couldn't have a stable crew working alongside you if your relationships with them were built on lies. However, when it came to the Jarl, and now to the thief you were fetching for him like some pack-rat, the lies were all you could offer.

You knew that what seemed like nothing short of a good deed done by the man in charge of Serpent Point and the surrounding land, was actually just the calm before the storm. Foucher likely had given you so much stuff knowing you and your crew would fail just so he could take it all back and watch the despair and utter heartbreak on your face when he did so. Hell, he'd probably kill you too if he felt right, leaving your men without a leader and your ship without a Captain; he just needed probable cause, and a failed mission like this was probable enough.

You shuddered at the thought and pushed your mind elsewhere.

There was what felt like an endless supply of beans and jerky, and Yongbokki was absolutely ecstatic with the amount of perishables and ingredients brought aboard; Foucher really did think of everything, as much as you hated to admit it. Yongbokki spent the first three months at sea experimenting in the kitchenette with the high-end food that was provided. For a man who had spent most of his youth training to be a surgeon, he sure did know how to cook up a good meal with the right ingredients. The rest of the boys and you were nothing short of grateful for all his hard work. 

The quality of the linens that were brought aboard was also unbelievable. Everything was comfy. Almost too comfy. Aside from the soft sheets, feather pillows and cushion padding applied to every single cot below deck, the crew was also gifted extra throws and decorative pillows for the common areas where everyone spent most of their time relaxing, playing games, resting and lounging about if they weren't above deck in the sun. Even the dozens of hardwood benches and chairs Binni hand crafted over the years that filled the dining room, each one extrordinarily different than the next, all got small pieces of padding fastened onto them to make meal times all the more enjoyable. 

The bathing quarters were graced with some new tubs, these much sturdier and heavier than the ones you already had, and an additional heating mechanism was hauled in by guards to add onto the old broken one you already had. Now the crew could enjoy hot baths on those particularly cold nights and not have to worry about hogging all of the warmth from the next person in line. 

It was maddening, all these changes and additions to the ship. It all felt too good to be true, and you were pained to see your crew living so lavishly and happy when you knew it wasn't going to last long. There were several moments during the trip, more often than not, when you debated taking a sword to Foucher's throat when he inevitably ended up taking everything back. You wanted your crew to live in luxury for as long as they breathed, and not being able to provide that luxury without Foucher's help was driving you crazy. 

Luckily, Lino was there by your side day in and day out, listening to you voice these frustrations after long nights in bed when your anxieties would reach an all time high. He helped talk you out of your own head, helped soothe the worries that filled your mind, and helped relax your body in every way he could when he couldn't offer anything else. He even helped plot Foucher's death a thousand different ways just to see you smile when the tears of anger grew to be too much, and you felt yourself growing more and more enamored with him as each day went on. 

You and Lino both agreed long before that whatever the two of you had was purely only physical, though you couldn't deny the feelings you had when he would come to your chambers late at night, the way he looked at you under the stars, or the way he devoured your senses each time his skin touched yours. You were becoming convinced that he was the person you would live a quiet life with back in Eagle's Bay, and the rest of the crew seemed adamant on the idea too, until the night your ship finally docked peacefully at the Cliffpoint Hollow Pier. Then everything came flooding back to you, and everything changed once again.

You had arrived in Cliffpoint early one evening. You had never been, none of the crew had, but you all heard your fair share of stories about the beautiful place.

The city was huge compared to Serpent Point, and the crowd was much more pleasant. Guards were stationed across the docks every hundred feet or so, putting a stop to all types of crimes that would've been committed daily if this was back home. Just off to the left of the docks, there was a huge market. People were happily shopping and laughing alongside each other, and unsupervised children ran about. Nobody had to worry about attempted arson, assassinations, or pickpockets here. Everybody was calm and at ease. It almost felt like you stepped into a dream, seeing as the Serpent Point docks always brought on a layer of tension the second your feet hit the wooden boards, each and every time.

Maybe it was just the memory of what happened that made it so, but you didn't want to dwell on it long enough to decipher which was true. Serpent Point was a dark, dangerous place compared to Cliffpoint Hollow.

A guard had met you and the crew at the docks as Jeo and Seungmo were anchoring down the ship, and a horse and carriage took you, Lino, Chan and Binni up to the castle where Queen Aliyah waited patiently for your arrival. 

Inside the walls of the city were even more friendly and uplifting than the docks were, if that was even possible. People were everywhere, everyone wearing smiles on their faces and enjoying their simple, yet hard-working days. Farmers held steady conversations with Shopkeepers, and a group of tall, bulky Blacksmiths were gathered around a small stall where an elderly woman was selling nothing but flowers. They were all laughing and conversing as if they were the greatest of friends, and it made your heart soar high.

Catching even the smallest glimpse of life in Cliffpoint Hollow was surreal. Never had you been to such a welcoming place before where everyone knew everyone, smiles were shared all around, and the city folk looked like they actually enjoyed working and living their lives within the walls.

Back in Serpent Point, most of the town folk wore faces of neutrality, talking of leaving the town and never looking back but not having the funds to do so. Everyone was disheartened, barely scraping by. You wished you could've stayed in this city forever. And the grins that were plastered on the faces of your men that sat around you told you they felt the same way, that they hadn't seen a place so humanly magical before either.

Lino was smiling as he eyed a small girl squealing about as she chased a butterfly down the dirt road across from you. He actually cracked a smile at someone who wasn't you or a member of your crew! The feat was astounding.

You took a moment to briefly revel in the idea of you and the crew moving here permanently. You knew Jinn and Seungmo would never leave their homeland behind, but the fantasy still brewed hot in your brain.

Maybe you'd find a handsome bard in the city pub and fall in love. Maybe a local guard would find you in a moment of distress and sweep you off your feet. Maybe you'd meet a hard-working farmer and return to the life you left behind but missed oh-so-dearly.

As much as you enjoyed life at sea, you couldn't deny the ache you felt in your chest from not having a permanent place to call home; that your home was more often surrounded by acres of water than it was land. You longed to settle down soon, on a big farm, just like your mother had done before she had you, and hopefully, with the payout from this assignment, you could follow in her footsteps one day.

You had set out at merely eighteen years old, determined to find the very thief you were being paid to deliver back to Foucher, and after this assignment was done, you'd be more than happy to return to life on a farm where you'd raise your future kids. It wasn't the most luxurious lifestyle to pursue, but it was one you knew you'd be content and satisfied with, and that was more than enough.

The sound of metal scraping against metal as the gate to the castle was slid open by the men who stood guard had brought you back to the present, your fantasies slipping away as quickly as the sunset colored the sky in oranges and purples.

For the entirety of the trip thus far, nothing had felt out of the ordinary. You were simply on yet another long-trek mission that the Jarl had sent you on, and soon, you'd return for your payment before being needed elsewhere. It wasn't your first delivery assignment, so you felt nothing but the familiar sense of duty resting in your bones as you travelled. It wasn't until you and your three men stood at the castle's front doors did the uneasiness in your stomach return.

Just beyond the doors, you'd be coming face to face with the man you've been hunting down since you were eighteen years old. The one you grew up on the farm with, who helped your mother with the gardening and joined you when it came time to feed and care for the livestock. The same boy who then up and left in the middle of the night, nothing but a note in his wake.

You hadn't seen or heard from Peter Han II in six years. You knew him as Jisung Han, his birth name, but he was quick to change it after leaving the farm, and you, behind. It was easier than you expected to get used to it. Him changing his name made it easier for you to disassociate yourself from him. Jisung was the man you fell in love with, meanwhile, Peter was nothing but a lowly thief, a murderer. Referring to him as his alias made it easier to bear the idea of the death that waited for him back in Serpent Point.

He was the whole reason you set out to live at sea in the first place. The reason you sold your late mother's farm and bought your first ship. He was the one who taught you how to fight, how to love, and now, how to hate. If it weren't for the large sum of money Foucher had waiting for you in the treasury back home, you'd walk into the cell Jisung was being held in and slice his throat yourself.

A bubble of anger released itself in your system at the thought, causing you to tense up as the four of you were now being guided through the castle halls to meet with the Queen. Lino's hand resting on the small of your back protectively was the only thing keeping you grounded.

When you finally reached the doors to Queen Aliyah's common room, you were practically seething just from simply thinking about Jisung and what his family did. Lino eyed you cautiously with a raise of his brow, silently checking in to make sure you were okay. You let out a shaky breath in an attempt to calm yourself and simply nodded.

Lino was the only one who knew the truth. Despite only being a part of your crew for less than a year, he was the only one who knew the real you, who knew of your past, who knew what happened all those years ago back on the farm. As soon as Foucher had mentioned Jisung's existence back in Serpent Point, Lino was almost as shocked as you were.

He knew of the love you and the thief had once shared, how you and Jisung were supposed to exchange vows before Jisung up and left in the middle of the night to stow away. He knew that Jisung had left behind nothing but his ring and a note that only said he was sorry and that he needed to be free.

Jisung always dreamed of being an adventurer, and you would've followed him to the ends of the world and further, if not for his father and the blood the Thieves Den spilled in your village a month after Jisung's disappearance. Now you wanted nothing more than his head on a fucking pike for what he and his family did to your mother.

Lino was the only one who knew, and he was the only one who helped you heal emotionally in ways no other man ever could. Yes, he was indebted to you for pulling him out of the sea and granting him a life better than his years as a bandit, but you were indebted to him as well. Even though romantic feelings were non-existent between the two of you, Lino still sensed your every feeling, caught onto every hitch of breath you breathed, and responded to every movement you made in a way that made you feel so safe it was almost too intimate.

So, when he noticed your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your nails digging into the skin of your palm hard enough to once again break the skin, he ran his thumb soothingly up and down your spine and turned his head so his mouth was pressed just above your ear.

"Do you think Foucher would be disappointed if we beheaded the thief here and then left him behind to rot? We could use the extra time in town to grab a drink from that pub we passed on the way up here instead. I hear the owner makes a mean raspberry custard."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as Lino's brutal words, causing the bandit to smirk into your scalp as his hand on your back continued to relax you. The sound of your laughter was enough to set his body at ease.

"As good as a raspberry custard sounds right now, I think a chest of gold and stolen goods is more up your alley, don't you think?" You chided back, smiling up at him. Lino rolled his eyes before the smirk on his face settled down into a look of concern.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I can go in there and fetch him for you if you'd prefer. I'll take him right down to the ship and lock him up in the pits so you don't have to lay an eye on him at all."

You gave Lino a soft, appreciative smile and shook your head.

"I'm sure Li. Believe me, I've been waiting a long time for this."

Jisung lay sprawled across the unforgiving concrete floor of the jail cell, his head resting against the rough wall as he stared at the ceiling above. His gaze was vacant, tracing the mismatched stones above like they held the answers to all the questions weighing on his mind. One hand rested on his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, while the other idly spun a golden ring around his index finger—a nervous habit he couldn't quite shake.

This was the fifteenth time today that he'd counted the four hundred and eighty-two stones that made up the ceiling,  and if he had to do it a sixteenth, he thought he might actually lose his mind. He'd been in this cell for what felt like an eternity, but the little tally marks carved into the wall above where he lay his head at night told him it was only—he lifted his head to count— day two-hundred and forty three of his imprisonment. He could've escaped on day seventy-eight if he'd wanted to—his skills were more than sufficient—but something kept him tethered to this cell.

Or rather, someone.

Queen Aliyah's cryptic words echoed in his mind, teasing his curiosity. It was at the start of his second month in jail when she had come to him late one night, descending into the dungeons, her regal presence an anomaly in the damp, dark space.

"Foucher has sent a crew. They're coming to take you back to Serpent Point, and I think you'll be interested to see who leads them." she had said, her lips curling into a smile that was far too knowing. "I'm smart enough to know you can escape this jail cell whenever you want, Jisung, but this crew was chosen specifically for you, so hopefully you'll accept the hospitality and await the reunion before planning your escape."

Jisung was taken back at first at the use of his real name. He hadn't heard that name in years, had stopped responding to it long ago. Foucher must've informed Queen Aliyah of who he really was. 

Jisung's chest had tightened at the realization, but he refused to let the Queen see the flicker of unease that crossed his face. Instead, he'd scoffed, muttering something flippant about the Queen's meddling, but her parting smirk had lingered long after she disappeared back up the stone staircase.

In all his years as an adventurer, a thief, he'd never made many friends, so he was curious as to who was sent to be his escort back home. It was the curiosity that held him in the cell, day in and day out, awaiting your arrival, eager to see the poor bastard who had to transport him back to his death.

"Someone from my past," he murmured now, his thumb still spinning the ring absentmindedly. His mind reeled, cycling through fragmented memories. Could it be an old ally? A rival? Whoever it was, would they recognize Jisung? Would he recognize them? If they were sent by Foucher, surely it was someone he was familiar with, someone from back home.

The sound of the cellar door suddenly creaking open snapped him out of his thoughts. His body went rigid, ears straining as boots echoed against the stone floor in the distance.

"Your Majesty," a guard greeted, his voice loud enough to silence the murmurs of other prisoners. Jisung didn't move, feigning indifference as excitement and dread warred within him.

He thought back then to all his childhood friends, most of whom made it onto the Jarl's guard line, and he wondered which one of them would be awaiting for him at the Serpent Point docks. Would they feel guilty delivering him to his death, or would they simply act as if they didn't know who he was? Would any of them vouch for him, try to plead with the Jarl to spare him from a painful end, or would they simply stand by and watch his head detach from his body?

Would he get to see you?

The last thought was shaken from his mind as quickly as it came. He returned back to your mother's farm years ago, ready to apologize and beg you to give him another chance, but he was found facing strangers who claimed you up and left the city. There was no way you'd stay in Serpent Point now that your mother was gone and you sold her farm. You were probably far away by now, living in a nice house on a bigger farm with a kind husband, raising your children together.

The thought made him feel sick.

He bit his lip as his thoughts began to darken, thinking back to the last time he saw you, the last time he saw your mother before her dead body fell to the ground before him. Jisung took a deep breath and bit the inside of his cheek, willing the thoughts, the memories, to stop.

He heard hushed whispers among the other prisoners as the Queen approached his cell, her entourage trailing behind her. Their footsteps grew closer, and his pulse quickened despite himself. When her voice rang out, addressing him directly, it was sharp and commanding. 

"Peter Han II."

Why had she switched back to using his alias after addressing him differently for all these months?

Jisung grimaced before lifting himself from the hard stone. He tried to stretch out a kink in his upper back, turning to lean against the wall where his head was pressed a moment before. He attempted to act nonchalant in his actions, but his nerves were making his skin vibrate with anticipation.

"Ah, and here I thought you'd forgotten all about me, Your Majesty," he drawled, his voice laced with sarcasm. The Queen's lips twitched in amusement, but her eyes were cold.

"Your ride has arrived."

The Queen then smiled almost mischievously at him, as if whoever it was who stood just out of his view was part of an inner joke he wasn't aware of. He briefly wondered if Foucher had made the trip himself and was going to enter the cell just to behead him right here and now. His breath caught in his throat, barely allowing him the ability to swallow the pool of saliva that built up on his tongue.

Queen Aliyah nodded at someone and stepped aside, allowing two of her guards to then unlock his cell and enter it cautiously. Jisung watched the two men step inside, one carrying a thick rope while the other held a sharp dagger, his body on high alert. The one with the rope motioned with his finger for Jisung to come forward, and after eyeing the dagger that glittered in the dim light, Jisung obeyed. He wasn't looking to die today.

He slid himself forward and allowed the guards to pull his hands around to his back before looping the hard rope around Jisung's strong figure.

The guard tied the rope around Jisung's body hard enough to prevent Jisung from moving, but loose enough to allow circulation to continue to flow to his limbs. They must've trusted him, or they at least knew he was smart enough to not attempt an escape now that the Queen and her guards were here.

Jisung then watched as Queen Aliyah stepped aside once more, murmuring something to someone before four figures emerged from the shadows, entering the room one by one.

The first, to his utter surprise, was Cristoff, Jarl Foucher's son. He hadn't seen the man in almost seven years, not since he had visited Fort Foucher for a small delivery, and yet, he could pick him from a crowd anywhere. Even though the long brown hair Cristoff had once adorned was now clipped short, his strong jawline, thick nose and big brown eyes were a dead giveaway.

Jisung was curious as to when Cristoff had decided to leave his fathers side, and more importantly, why. He could tell by the ragged clothing and curved sword at Cristoff's hip that he had taken to life on the sea. No one in the royal family would be caught dead in rags; the Jarl wouldn't allow it from anyone under his roof. Cristoff didn't so much as blink in Jisung's direction, his expression unreadable.

The second to enter was another male, shorter than Cristoff but visibly bigger. His figure was burly and bulky, and where Cristoff's face was set into a neutral line, this man's face was cocky, a smirk settled on his lips as he entered the room and stood off to the side. His muscles looked to be the size of Jisung's head, and Jisung felt as if this man could break his body in two if he really tried. The outfit he wore signified he was most likely the artilleryman of the ship that brought the crew overseas, or was that the outfit of a common boatswain nowadays? Jisung wasn't entirely sure anymore, and he didn't get much of a chance to dwell on the matter before a third male stepped into the room.

This one was the one Jisung was instantly wary of. With dark brown strands of hair falling across his forehead, barely masking the menacing pink scar that sliced through the left side of his face, mixed with the stone-cold glare permanently etched into his features, this particular male oozed danger. Lean, scarred, and dangerous, Jisung deduced that the man had been in his fair share of battles. He looked oddly familiar to Jisung, but he couldn't quite place where he'd known this man from.

The male had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a dagger in each hand, folded beneath his armpits. His jaw was clenched hard, his mouth set in a thin line, and his stare never left Jisung's. It made Jisung's skin crawl.

If looks could kill, he'd be absolutely slaughtered by now.

Then, as the last person entered the room, Jisung froze completely. His eyes locked onto you, his breath catching in his throat. He was astounded at first, nearly letting out a scuff of disbelief.

You were a vision of defiance, your dark hair streaked with red and adorned with beads that glittered in the dim lighting. You carried yourself with the authority of a captain, and the crew's subtle shifts—straightened postures, quiet deference—confirmed your position. Jisung couldn't believe that the captain set to take him back across the seas was a female.

Female's were meant to be the ones at home, taking care of the house while the husbands were away. They weren't made to commandeer ships, lead their crew into battle or thieve other pirates from around the globe, and yet, here one was. The first female pirate he had ever set his sights on.

The longer he stared at you, the smaller his eyes became, squinting at you in suspicion. He knew those eyes, that nose, those lips. He knew your face anywhere, and yet, you seemed like such a stranger to him that he wasn't one hundred per cent sure of his silent allegations.

Jisung watched you quietly as you conversed with the three males who entered before you.  It had to be you. There was no way it wasn't.

The short strands of blonde hair you used to style in braids every day now hung in long black waves across your chest and down your back, a strip of red fabric tied tightly across your forehead in typical pirate fashion. Expensive beads held strands together in small, messy braids, and those eyes still pierced him to the core. The smile you once wore religiously was now pulled into a sharp scowl, hardened by years of survival. Dirt covered your clothes, remnants of the adventures you've been on, and Jisung was briefly brought back to the life he once shared with you on your mother's farm where the two of you met.

Memories of laughter, stolen kisses and whispered promises flooded his mind like a tidal wave, stealing the air from his lungs, and clashing against the harsh reality of the present.

It was definitely you. It had to be.

Jisung watched silently as the man with the scar stepped closer to you, closer than any regular crew member should be to their captain, and Jisung sensed something between the two of you. Unspoken, of course, but it was still there. As you moved, the male moved with you, like a shadow. It made an unfamiliar feeling rise in Jisung's stomach, one he hadn't felt in years. It was something akin to... Jealousy? Envy?

He tried to push the feeling out of his system. If it truly was you, he had no right feeling that way to any male that stood close to you. He was the one who left you in the first place.

He was the one who snuck from your shared bed one night and delved back into the life of adventure one last time with nothing but a flimsy note left behind. It was a cruel, harsh way to leave someone you loved, but he had no other choice.

Then, all of a sudden, you spoke, and Jisung swore he saw angels cloud his vision.

The voice. That voice.

The voice of his conscience, his voice of reason. The one who brought him back to reality when he found himself stuck in a loop of anxiety, the one who whispered dirty things into his ear while the two of you had made love each and every night back on the farm, the voice he dreamed about continuously, hoping against hope that when he woke, he'd be back in your bed, you curled in his arms sleeping soundly, peacefully by his side. He'd do anything to go back to that day, and each morning when he rose from his slumber, he was hit with the earth-shattering realization that that possibility was gone.

You were gone.

And yet, you were right here in front of him.

You didn't even acknowledge him directly, your attention focused on the Queen.

"This him?" you asked, your voice steady but laced heavily with irritation. You still had yet to even look his way and Jisung suddenly felt desperate to meet your eyes.

"Yes," Queen Aliyah replied. "He's all yours."

You turned, your gaze finally meeting his, but there was no recognition in your eyes. Only cold indifference. You gave him a brief once over, a look of utter disdain on your face as if you were staring into the eyes of a dead fish rather than the man you once loved so dearly.

Jisung nearly whimpered from the hard, cold stare you spared him.

"Very well," you said, your tone brisk. "Bin, Chan, load him into the carriage. Lino and I will meet you at the ship," you commanded. 

Jisung's wrists were quickly seized before he could even steady himself, the male's grip firm as they hoisted Jisung up off the cold floor. Jisung recognized the name 'Chan', as it was one Cristoff often used when he was out and about in town and didn't want visitors to know his royal ranking. The bulkier male, who Jisung assumed was the one you called Bin, let out a whistle as he appraised Jisung like a blacksmith sizing up faulty metal.

"This the infamous thief everyone's been losing their minds over?" Bin asked, nudging Chan/Cristoff with his elbow. "Doesn't look like much. I could snap him like a twig."

"You could snap a lot of things, Bin," you said, already heading for the exit. "Unfortunately, your ego keeps getting in the way." You let out a soft chuckle, the sound music to Jisung's ears. It was the same, gentle laugh you used to use on him when he did something stupid, like singing off-key in the middle of the living room. Another stab of jealousy hit Jisung in the gut knowing that laugh was reserved for someone else now.

Jisung remained quiet as Bin laughed in response, the sound boisterous and loud, echoing off the stone walls. "What can I say, Captain? It's not my fault I'm built like a God." He flexed one arm theatrically, and Chan rolled his eyes.

"You mean a lumbering ox," Chan then chimed in, smirking as he adjusted the ends of Jisung's restraints. "Bin's more like a dog—big, noisy, and drooling for attention."

"Oi!" Bin shot back, mock outrage painted across his face. "I am the finest dog you've ever seen, mate. Admit it—you're just jealous of my charm."

"Your charm?" Chan then raised a skeptical brow. "Is that what you call it when you trip over your own feet trying to impress the tavern wenches?"

Jisung caught the subtle curve of your lips as you listened to the two men bicker, though you didn't break your stride as you led everyone to the opposite door in which you came. It was the door that would lead everyone back outside where two more guards stood watch. "Keep it up, boys, and I'll leave both of you to escort our prisoner back to Serpent Point yourselves."

That was enough to silence them—for a moment. Chan merely huffed, his grip tightening slightly on Jisung's arm as if to remind Jisung of the power he held.

Trailing behind you, Lino walked in silence, his presence quieter but no less commanding. He carried a small pouch of supplies at his waist, his movements efficient and purposeful. At one point, Jisung watched him lean closer to you, his voice low. 

"You alright?" he had asked.

"I'm fine," you reassured him, resting your hand on his arm. You spared Jisung a quick glance before returning your gaze back to Lino. "Let's just get him to Foucher and be done with it."

The ease of your tone with Lino sent a sharp pang through Jisung's chest. There was something intimate about the way you spoke to him—not in words, but in the space between them. It was different from how you talked to the others. Private. Trusting.

Lino seemed to sense it too, his expression softening just slightly as he replied.

"If you need me to handle anything, just say the word."

"Thanks," you murmured back, your gaze ahead but your voice carrying the weight of appreciation.

Jisung felt his jaw tighten as he watched the interaction. He couldn't stop himself from comparing it to the way you used to speak to him—your voice gentle, full of quiet laughter and unspoken promises. Now, it felt like those pieces of you had been locked away, shared with someone else who wasn't him.

Bin's voice cut through the moment, loud and carefree.

"You know, Captain, I'm starting to think you secretly like it when I flex." He flexed his arms again for good measure, earning groans from both Chan and Lino.

"I like it about as much as I like barnacles on the hull," you shot back dryly, though there was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

"Still counts as a compliment," Bin said, winking at Chan.

"Do us all a favour and stop before you hurt yourself," the taller man deadpanned, shaking his head.

Jisung barely registered the teasing banter; his focus remained fixed on you. Each interaction was a study in contrasts. With Cristoff, it was lighthearted and easy, full of jabs that bordered on familial. With Bin, you allowed his harmless flirting to roll off you, meeting it with your own sharp wit. And with Lino—

With Lino, it was something else entirely.

As they continued across the courtyard, Jisung couldn't help but notice how Lino stayed close to you, always within arm's reach. It wasn't possessive, but protective. Quietly assured.

It stung more than he wanted to admit.

By the time they reached the castle entrance again, the banter had settled into a hum of energy as the group moved towards the waiting carriage. Jisung's mind raced, torn between the past and the present. You were so different now, and yet he couldn't stop searching for the traces of the person you used to be.

But even as he tried to piece it all together, one thought continued to gnaw at him:

What the hell had happened to you while he was gone?

He longed to reach out and touch you, to rush forward and grab your hand, hold you the way he once had, probably better than that bandit ever could, but he couldn't. Not after what he did. He left you behind and now you were here to deliver him to his death; a death he so rightly deserved.

Jisung knew his thievery would catch up to him one day, that Foucher would soon have his head for the crimes he and the Thieves committed against the Jarl and Serpent Point, but he never in a million years would have suspected Foucher would have his own illegitimate daughter to be the one to deliver him, the one he was still hopelessly in love with at that.

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Toys with Han

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cw» not really proofread, fem!reader, sex toy usage, vibrators (m & f receiving), mentions of unprotected p in v, mentions of multiple rounds + overstim, i think thats it?

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His favorite: Hitachi wand.

Hannie looooves this toy, and it’s mainly because both of you can use it!! Either on each other or on yourselves~ But boy does he love fucking your brains out while using it on you…

“J-Ji!”

“That’s right pretty, cry my name more~” His hips roll into you perfectly as your knees try their best to close around his small waist. He grunts and pushes the fat tip of the vibrator harder against your clit and times it with a particularly hard thrust. “Ah-ah, be good for me, mamas.” Your nails can’t help but dig further into his forearm and the sheets as you feel another orgasm building up.

Each one has been more intense than the last, and you can feel your conscience slipping from you as this one takes the cake for being the strongest. You shake aggressively under him and feel your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you gush around him. It’s not quite enough for you to realize that you’re squirting right away, but it’s just enough for him to realize and fuck you harder through it, sending himself through his own orgasm.

“Holy shit, baby!” He laughs and throws the toy to the side, not bothering to turn it off before he pulls out. He jerks himself off fast and uses his free hand to rub back and forth on your cunt, making your release splatter all over your legs and onto his arm. You vaguely hear some more comments before you feel him cum on your stomach, some of it landing right where his hand caresses your damp thigh.

Your chest is still heaving by the time you’ve even slightly calmed down, but Han has already turned the vibrator off and is hovering above you, leaving featherlight kisses along your face. They trail down until he’s at your jaw, where he nibbles lightly and whines, “That was so fucking hot…” You can feel his cock already twitching back to life against your thigh.

“I wanna go again, honey... Can you handle more?” You shake your head fervently and he hums alongside a laugh.

Once you’ve returned to this plane of existence, you push him off of you, interrupting his kisses and getting complaints in response. He continues to whine until you climb on top of him and straddle his thighs, then he smirks up at you and tilts his head playfully. His equally playful “Yeah?” makes your head spin and you quickly hush him with a kiss. Just one short enough to distract him and allow you to reach for the tossed, turned-off vibrator.

The way he doesn’t notice right off the bat is enough to almost make you laugh, he was so caught up with sticking his tongue down your throat that he didn’t hear the buzzing start up again. It wasn’t until you slid it between the two of you that he noticed, and by the time that happened it was already too late. You wrapped a hand around his base to hold him still as your other hand lightly traced the vibrator up and down his length at the lowest speed.

His eyebrows furrow and he short circuits- he stopped moving his lips completely as his jaw dropped in the middle of the kiss. You were so close that you could hear each time his breath caught in his lungs, and it only egged you on further. It was your turn to make him the mess, and you quickly took advantage of him being distracted by licking a long stripe down his neck.

“Jagi…” His voice was shaky but he still tilted his head to the side for you to have more room to work with, almost instinctively. You simply hum in response and turn it up a notch, frowning into his neck when you realize he’s biting down on his lip. “Hey. I was good for you, why can’t you be good for me now?” You bite down on his neck to (prove ur point) and he finally caves, releasing his swollen lips with a shaky exhale that turns into a moan when you press the vibrator to his tip.

“My baby… Ffuck- ‘ma cum.” He swallows the drool pooling in his mouth and starts thrusting his hips towards you, pushing the vibrator down his shaft on his own. His jaw drops into a loud gasp and his eyes squeeze shut as you tsk and trace the tip of the vibrator in circles around his tip, sometimes adding extra pressure to tease him further. Your lips latch onto his neck and you suck dark marks into his Adam's apple.

“Cum for me, please~” Your voice is low against his neck, making him shiver as he feels his orgasm on its cusp. What finally sends him over the edge is when you crane your neck down more and lick a circle around his nipple, biting down just under his tattoo where his skin was beautiful but unmarked.

You look up in time to see his gaze land on you. His eyes are dark and lidded but you can see the fire in them as he growls and paints your hand and his stomach in his cum. His eyes narrow further as you giggle and lay down to lick up his stomach, cleaning him up while intentionally riling him up again. You don’t turn the vibrator off, only turning it down to the lowest setting before you ghost it at his base.

“C’mon, Daddy. You can do it again~”

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HAN :: HOLD MY HAND

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I’m in love with him!!!

I swear this man has everything I woman wants.

This waist, nice ass, rideable thighs, defined back, like what more does a woman want these days...

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Bestfriend Han! that cant stop staring at your tits. You always catch him staring where he shouldn't. Matter of fact even touching or stealing things he shouldn't like your panties. All he wants is a taste of you and he swears that would be enough for him to reach heaven.

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MDNI // 18+

You’re always noticing your best friend and housemate’s eyes drifting down to your breasts, and secretly, you love it. He looks so lost and innocent with his mouth hung open and his eyes a little hazy.

But his thoughts are far from innocent. Naughty boy imagines all the things he wants to do to your tits. From sucking on the nipple, to attaching clamps to them. He wonders what they’d feel like to squeeze. Ugh! He gets so hard and frustrated that he has to excuse himself and hide in the bathroom.

That’s when he sees them. Your red lace panties on the bathroom floor. They must have fallen out of the washing basket when you went to do your laundry.

Dirty, filthy, horny Jisung takes said panties to his room and drapes them over his face while he jacks off. Thoughts of your tits front of mind. As he works himself up he can’t help imagine fucking you and pinching your nipples, even slapping them harshly to make you cry out. For some reason he is obsessed with you crying out in pleasure-pain. Do you like it rough just as he imagines?

He inhales your scent. Had you been aroused when you were wearing these? He is certain this is what your delicious juices would smell like.

He needs more, so he stuffs your panties in his mouth, tasting your essence on his tongue. He imagines his hand is your mouth while you are sitting and grinding on his face.

So close. He’s almost there.

“Jisung?!” His eyes flung open to see you standing in the doorway.

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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His thighs and veins drive me crazy.

Soooo I saw the birthday month thingy (please excuse my English)😭 and normally I'm a very shy person but I've been waiting so long to talk to you! I always thought you were so cool and fun!

Okkkk so like my bias is lee know and like I didn't know I liked hands and arms so much.. until I saw his😭 his hands are just like omg I cannot even explain. And like his thighs☺️ UGHH the things I would do. And hyunjin lately... I don't know what he's on but I've been obsessed with his fancams and watching him in general like. Idk if you've seen that recent YouTube love but like woo the way he was sitting was giving me butterflies🥰

I'm a very freaky person so I'm sure I'll be back here with worst stuff😭

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MDNI // 18+

Hey lovely!!! Thank you so much for sending in an ask/bday message. I am always happy to chat and make friends, so please don't be shy 😘😘

Lee know has the hottest veins and thighs I have ever seen. Imagine seeing them for real? Imagine touching them? Imagine licking your tongue along his arm veins 💀 I am certain he has the hottest dick veins too. They'd be so big and prominent, you'd feel them against your inner walls with every single drag of his dick.

And his thighs!! Like omg I could cum on them within thirty seconds. His legs turn me on so bad (along with Jisung's). I love his calves too. Help!!!

Hyunjin, the loverboy he is, can make everyone cum when he's doing a live feed. For me it's the way he looks into the camera like he's looking into your soul. I fucking blush and giggle. Every time. He's not my bias, but damn it, he can have me however he likes.

Also... below I gift you a treat. Enjoy. Feel free to send requests, thoughts, messages whenever you like. I love everyone's filthy brains and it's like food to me.

thighs and veins. Fuck.

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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Fic recs ao3

This will be a live document where I’ll continue to add a03 recs.

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Minsung

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Jisung is obsessed with your ass and wants to try some anal play, even though you’ve never tried anything, he knows you’re going to love it.

MDNI Han jisung x fem reader. Contains unprotected p in v sex, anal fingering, oral sex, vaginal fingering.

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“Ji! That’s not my-“

“I know, baby.” He brought his finger up to his mouth to wet it before bringing it back to your asshole. “I know what I’m doing.”

“But-“

“Shh. Trust me.” He hushed you. “Let me play with it.”

You and your new boyfriend Jisung were lying on your bed face to face, on your sides, deep in a make out session, when his fingers roamed a little further than they ever had before. He’d already gotten you dripping wet from just teasing your vagina entrance and rubbing your arousal all over your throbbing clit. You were now at that point where you were craving for him to push his fingers, or if you were honest, his cock, inside your cunt.

“Pop on all fours for me baby. I think I know a way you’ll really enjoy it.” He tapped the mattress.

This was position you had been in when he first had the urge to play with your ass. When he first fucked you from behind. The neglected little hole was practically daring him to touch it as he pounded into your delicious little cunt.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” He praised as you nestled down on your forearms, sticking your ass in the air. Fuck. He loved seeing everything on display in this position. He let his hands explore your juicy thighs and even juicer cheeks, squeezing them and jiggling them in his grip.

He had to taste you.

He bent down behind you and lapped at your pussy greedily, sucking and squeezing tongue inside of your wet cunt. The way you moaned made his dick throb.

“Oh Ji… feels so good.” You keened, already wobbly on your knees.

You gasped when his tongue slid from your pussy to your ass and pressed against it with his tongue.

“Ji, I-I’m not sure…” you protested, trying to wriggle away.

“Do you want me to stop? Because baby you know I will, but…fuck… it’s begging me for attention.”

You relaxed against him and he hoped this meant you trusted him, and he resumed eating you out. Delicately. Slowly, and when he heard your breathing becoming laboured, he knew you were enjoying it. But he had to be sure. “Say you want me to stop.” He pressed.

You hesitated, and Jisung held his breath hoping you wanted him to continue. Eventually you spoke, a quiet little “please,..yes, keep going.”

Jisung could’ve jumped for joy, but he composed himself, and focused on the task at hand. He swirled a flat tongue around the rim of your ass, then used the tip of his tongue to delicately lick your opening. You moaned and pushed back on his face. “Yes, Ji.”

Jisung pulled away with a growl and squeezed your asscheeks. “You’re fucking perfect baby. Your body is loving this… your cunt’s fucking gushing.” He slid two fingers into your vagina and continued his assault with his tongue.

Your body was responding so beautifully for him, the tight ring of muscle relaxing just enough for his tongue to slip inside slightly.

“Oh, fuck. Ji!” You choked while your walls squeezed around his fingers. Jisung held your hip steady with his free hand and pulled you further onto his face. He loved your pussy. He loved your ass. Fuck, he loved you. He had a feeling he’d be telling you sometime soon. But right now he needed to fuck you.

Although he desperately wanted to squeeze his cock into your ass, he knew that would be too much too soon. Maybe another time. Definitely another time, he thought taking in the sight of your pretty holes. Fuck, he wished he had two cocks and could fill you up to the brim. You’d look so perfect stuffed with two dicks. Maybe you’d be up for a friend of his to join sometime! Jisung was getting ahead of himself.

He positioned himself behind you, and pressed his thumb to your rim, applying just a slight amount of pressure. With his cock in his other hand he slid the tip through your folds from your entrance to your clit.

You made a pretty little sound. A desperate whimper, and he could see you relaxing. You were dripping, the head of his cock gathering copious amounts of your arousal as he dragged it along your slit.

“Let’s slick up your ass now.” He said and using his fingers he gathered your wetness from your cunt and smeared it onto your asshole. “You’re being such a good girl for me.” He cooed. “I’m gonna make you feel really good now.”

Jisung lined up his cock with your vagina and slowly pushed into your warm, wet cunt. At the same time he pressed his thumb against your ass.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight around me.” He said shakily as he sunk himself into you, while your tight ring of muscle gave way to accept the intrusion of his thumb.

“Ji…” you whimpered and buried your head in the mattress.

“You’re doing good baby. Taking me so well. I know you can take more.” He was only inside you to his first knuckle, he needed you to take more.

He withdrew his cock halfway and as he thrusted back in he pushed his thumb in a little further. You squeezed around him so tight and you groaned low. Jisung may not have known you for long, but he knew that when you started to groan like this it meant you were losing yourself to the moment. It was when you wanted him to go harder, to fuck you properly. It was when your inhibitions dropped and you were running on pure desire, chasing pleasure.

This was going perfectly.

He increased the intensity of his thrusts and inched his thumb into your ass until it was all the way in and he could rest his fingers on your lower spine.

You were sobbing underneath him, grinding your hips back seeking a deeper penetration.

“Baby, talk to me. How are you feeling?”

“Mmmm mmmm…” you couldn’t find your words.

“That good huh?” He chuckled. “You feel full baby?”

“Y-yes… s’full…so sretched.”

“Yeah? Wait till I fill your ass with my cock.” Jisung sped up his rhythm, thrusting hard into you. “I think you’d really like that.”

He started to push and pull his thumb in time with his thrusts, the drag of his digit in and out of your hole intensifying the sensations. You took your own fingers to your clit and rubbed desperately, chasing your release. Jisung felt your entire body clamp down around him. Around his dick. Around his thumb. He could see your thighs and abdominals tense up. Yes. So perfect. All for him.

“That’s it baby. Come on my cock. Come on my cock…then I can fill you up with my cum. Would you like that baby?…. Then do it. Make a mess all over me.”

He fucked into you hard, not changing the rhythm and bringing you to breaking point.

“Fuckkk!!!!!” You cried out, exploding all over Jisung, your arousal gushing out around his cock. He withdrew his thumb and gripped onto your hips to hold you in place while he chased his own orgasm.

You were a floppy mess under him now, like you had lost all strength, moaning incoherently. Such a mess. So pretty.

With a few hard snaps of his hips Jisung released himself deep inside you. “I love filling you up like this baby.” He growled making sure you took every last drop of him.

“Cockslut.” You mumbled from the mattress.

“Hmm? What, baby?” Had he heard you correctly?

“I’m your cockslut.” You whispered. “This pussy…this ass… it’s yours, Jisung.”

Jisung collapsed on the bed beside you and pulled you close. “Baby… more like your pussy owns me.”

@channieandhisgoonsquad @chansbabyg @noellllslut @itshannjisung @kangnina @weareapackofstrays @newhope8 @fun-fanfics

[moonlightndaydreams]

This is absolutely amazing!!! I love ms a happy trail 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Does anyone else go crazy on seeing body hair on idols or just me?

I fkn love it

[moonlightndaydreams]

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Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.

MDNI // 18+

>>> read sorshas birthday month submissions here

It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy, depraved, wildest thoughts? The things you’d never dare share?

What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)? You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together.

I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. I want to blush, squeal and get very horny please!!! Just be sure to include that you are sending this in response to my bday month request.

Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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[moonlightndaydreams]

No, it's definitely an issue. There's a breeding bench in it.

Well... I think we need to discuss what we think he's done and wants to do. Lemme go think about this.

This man. Oh how I want him to do the most depraved things to me in the dead of the night. Then in the morning be a sweet cutie patootie dork.

@channieandhisgoonsquad

[moonlightndaydreams]

Maybe it seemed sweet because I'm currently reading that deranged fic I sent you the two paged menu (i mean trigger warning) to. 😜

I think if he had serious medium to long term partners, he'd have experimented loads... but did he have the opportunity?

But things are changing...

Look what happened as soon as he had the opportunity to get his tattoos. The man is out to whatever the fuck he likes now. I feel like this world tour might hold some new adventures for the boys.

This man. Oh how I want him to do the most depraved things to me in the dead of the night. Then in the morning be a sweet cutie patootie dork.

@channieandhisgoonsquad

[moonlightndaydreams]

@channieandhisgoonsquad I love this… also I love how sweet your description is… whereas I just sound deranged with mine. 🫣🫣🤭🤭😅

I wonder what he wants to experiment with… help.

This man. Oh how I want him to do the most depraved things to me in the dead of the night. Then in the morning be a sweet cutie patootie dork.

@channieandhisgoonsquad

[moonlightndaydreams]

It’s my birthday month my friends!!! And I have a birthday request 👆👆👆👆jump on over to my side blog @daydreams-after-dark and send me in your naughty thoughts!!!!

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.

MDNI // 18+

It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy, depraved, wildest thoughts? The things you’d never dare share?

What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)? You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together.

I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. I want to blush, squeal and get very horny please!!!

Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @fun-fanfics @rhonnie23 @jisunglyricist @strayywayy @armystay89 @igetcarriedawaywithyou @mylittleponeypinkrosieposie @justforreaders @melochacco @scenuniverse @oddracha @galaxycatdrawz @jiminssluttyminx @kayleefriedchicken @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @dool-set-net @redstayrosie @mintymintmint251 @katsukis1wife @delulustardust @eastjonowhere @withnia