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OH MY GOD YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS

[ CHERRY POPPER ] H. H.

[ A/N ]: A redo because I refuse to let this account flop!

[ SUMMARY ]: request; “Shy/quiet/innocent/virgin (idc which one) reader texting bsf felix (or whoever you choose) about having a crush on hyunjin, and him seeing it and deciding to do something about it (nsfw?)…” - anonn

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[ WARNINGS ]: NSFW + SMUT + MDNI + PERV HYUNJIN + FEM READER + VIRGIN READER + ORAL

Cherry Popper Hyunjin hardly believes anything Felix says when he's drunk. However, he pays more attention when the younger rambles about you - one of the many friends he’s made in the first year of college. You’ve met him more than once, and despite matching Felix’s hyperactive personality, you seem oddly shy around him. You talk quite a lot, but the instant Hyunjin makes his presence known, you zip your lips and cave in on yourself like the world is swallowing you whole. According to Felix, you’re a homebody by nature, and you never go out unless he drags you by the hand and promises to be a buffer between you and the hazards of socializing with strangers. You’re deeply in love with playing old vinyl records to dance to, read, or sleep. Felix thinks you’re old-fashioned and too old of a soul to understand his modern references and jokes, but Hyunjin envisions you differently. He notices the flutter of your lashes when you look at someone speaking, your patience, and your sweetness. He listens to your giggle when Felix reminds you to stop dazing off randomly, asking what’s on your mind. You nearly tune him out when Hyunjin is around

Cherry Popper Hyunjin admires the blush on your cheeks as a smirk tug at his lips, watching relief wash over your face when he stays silent and diverts Felix’s curiosity elsewhere. You're too adorable not to help out of an awkward situation, and that gracious smile on your face goes straight to his head.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin poured Felix two more glasses of soju, pushing him to the point of drunken oblivion, enduring his endless joking until he slumped on the couch and completely dozed off with his phone lying face down on his chest. Hyunjin debated whether to take it or not, knowing that Felix rarely minded when he or their other shared companions used his phone for a quick search on the internet or to text another acquaintance. However, neither option was on his mind when he finally plucked the device from Felix’s limp hand.

One peek at your messages wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin does more than scan over your texts with Felix. He sits up straighter on the couch, reading them with shameless interest. Your messages paint a wild picture of what you think of him, and he can't get enough of reading it. When Felix brings up Hyunjin, you gush, brushing off his obvious prying to know if you like the older. He stands, restless and buzzing with alcohol-induced energy, as he scans higher into the conversation. He abruptly stops when a particular section catches his eye.

“I mean, yeah, I’m a virgin, but there’s nothing wrong with that, right?..”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin sinks his teeth into his bottom lip harder than he meant to, pants tightening around his crotch as the word echoes in his head.

Virgin virgin virgin…

She’s a fucking virgin…

Cherry Popper Hyunjin shuts his eyes, locking Felix’s phone again before letting a sigh so long his chest burns from the gradual lack of air. No wonder you couldn’t even look him in the eye when he greeted you. It all made sense why you’d keep your legs closed no matter your position. The apparent stares you raked over him when you thought he wasn’t looking had a purpose. He could only begin to imagine what happened in your pretty head when he was around.

Why did those big eyes of yours gloss over so quickly when he spoke to you, barely touched you, paid attention to you?

Did you touch yourself to the thought of him, working yourself up with the fleeting interactions you two had, covering those same pretty fingers he’d feel on his back when you hugged him in your slick?

Hyunjin hoped you did, and he could imagine you doing it for him on command like any desperate and painfully infatuated girl would when their innocent crush spiraled into desire. You just had to be that cutest whore, all alone in your room or wherever you could manage it, pleasuring yourself to keep from making a complete mess in your panties the next time you saw him.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin presses his head back into the nearest wall dragging his consciousness from the fantasies of you and your virgin cunt and into distorted logic. He sets Felix’s phone aside, carefully rising from his seat, double checking that the blonde doesn’t stir awake before snatching the fourth half-full bottle of Soju off the coffee table. One sip numbs his tongue again, and a second steels his overconfidence as he strides down the hall towards Felix’s room. You’ve been asleep there for at least an hour, tired from trying to keep up with either of them in a drinking game and needing to wind down alone before joining them again. Felix believed you, growing childishly but waving you off as you scampered to his room, leering out drunken giggles as he shouted for you not to search for his gaming snacks when you arrived. Hyunjin suspected different of your excuse to leave their company. You couldn’t sit still; you sat between him and Felix, who regularly ended up on the floor, leaving you closer to him instead. Twice, he’d brushed his hand over your thigh. First, by accident, after handing you a bottle to open, and second, on purpose, when you leaned into him in a fit of laughter, Felix droned on about a professor you hated. You barely flinched from his touch, laughter dying down immediately, and your head resting on his shoulder as you stared at him dreamily.

“Am I too close?..”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin noticed your mischievous smile and the wheels turning in your head as you whispered your question. His cheeky smile made it clear that your inquiry was far from innocent, and it seemed like you were successfully breaking down his defenses. Without much thought, he glanced at your lips and, in a calm voice, said, "No. Come a little closer if you want... I don’t bite." It was an invitation, and you seemed poised to accept it until Felix suddenly sat up from the floor. Nervous, you shifted away from Hyunjin, redirecting your attention to the younger member, who was too drunk to notice the blush on your cheeks.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin dwells on the interaction even after you slam Felix’s bedroom door shut, the sound of its lock never echoing from the hall, and he’s grateful to find the doorknob twists in his grasp now.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible, eyes fixed on your sleeping form splayed across the bed. The puffed sleeves of your vintage printed romper sliding off your shoulder, high-waisted jean shorts riding higher up when you snuggle closer to the covers, and your dark red thigh stockings unmoved despite your tossing and turning. Hyunjin watches, tongue slipping out to catch the taste of alcohol on his lips as he eyes the way your back arches as you huff in restless frustration. It’s been a laughable sight to anyone else, your commitment to lift in the oddest position comfortably, but Hyunjin couldn’t imagine a better advantage for himself. You groan quietly, muttering in your sleep, but not audibly aware of another person moving around the room. The soft clink of a bottle on Felix’s gaming desk is distant. The shuffle of feet nearing the end of his bed was even quieter. And the sound of a belt unbuckling is comparable to white noise in your head. You can’t be bothered to startle awake in the middle of a reoccurring dream, caught up in tracking the details of what a specific cock would feel like plundering your insides, and intoxicated enough to be drooling over the thought with a fulfilled smile etching its way onto your face.

“Hyun…Jin…”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin isn’t startled to hear you moan his name sleepily, partially focused on the noticeable wet patch forming on your shorts, a thin line of arousal dripping from the fabric with every subtle rut of your hips. He glances at your expression, lazily smiling, when you crack an eye-opening in the middle of your deep sleep. You see him through a haze, not entirely sure if he’s real, but too tired to find out and too drunk to stop the giggle that flies from your mouth when his eyes narrow at you playfully. “Dreaming of me?”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin doesn’t expect you to respond, but you do. You give him a nod, eyes fluttering closed again as you mumble into the pillow clutched in your arms. “Can’t help it…”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin knows you are pretty conscious when he puts his hands on your hips, fingers pressing into the waistband of your jeans just enough to get a whine out of you before he hooks them under the material and pulls it down your half cover thighs and completely off to land on the floor at his feet. You do nothing but sigh in relief, feeling the coarse frantic peel away from your naked pussy, shivering when the air sweeps over your wet folds and gasping as the warmth of a giant hand cups it. Hyunjin chuckles, stunned to see you void of panties, to begin with, and glad to have one more thing out of his way. He wasn’t too far off with his assumption of you being a secretive slut, your slick coating his fingers as they gently glided back and forth across your sex. “T-that feels…so-“ you cut yourself off, whining into the pillow as the rings on his fingers make excellent impressions against your inner folds, the tips of his index brushing right over clit as if to flick it but never pressing down. He groans, watching your hips begin to roll, tentative and slow, thighs quivering each time his fingers barely slip into your tight entrance.

“Good…I know, sweetheart…I know,” he finishes the phrase for you, eyes lowering to fun dripping down your legs and trickling around his wrist.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin sets his hips against your raised backside, needing to be as close as humanely possible to you the moment he sinks his middle finger past your soaked folds. You shudder violently, wanting to run from the singular and slow intrusion of one of his fingers as it barely disrupts your untouched hymen. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?..” he coos into your ear, wrapping his freed arm around your waist to keep you from entirely collapsing into the bed as you whimper loudly. The pillow you grip muffled the sound, withholding the string of desperate moans you let out, feeling him slide his index in, adding pressure and strain to your tight walls as you clench down on both his fingers. “Too…too m-much…’ mmm,” you whine in defeat, clawing at the covers as he nuzzles his nose behind your ear, a drunken gesture of comfort translating into a chaste kiss you shiver at. “You can take it, baby…you need to, or you’ll never be able to take my whole cock..” Hyunjin feigns disappointment; lips pressed into a frown, which you only glimpse before your eyes roll in pleasure. His fingers curl forward with intent, reaching for unfamiliar nerves in your cunt repeatedly, and you groan as they find their mark several times. “What are you?…H-hyunjin, what are you d-doing?..” you pant, hips buckling against his hand as he plunges his fingers deeper and deeper, exploring your pussy for all it is.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin gets lost in the feeling of your walls swallowing his fingers whole, the ridge of his bulky rings sliding against your insides so quickly he was sure they’d slip off from how wet you’d made them. Your constant writhing and grinding on his hand caused your ass to press back into him consistently. His cock twitched every time, solid against his thigh and unbearably sensitive. Your moans coming quicker, louder, more forcefully as your insides curled with heat worsened his patience. You were so close; he could feel the strain in your cunt building, how sloppy your walls had become around his fingers, cum drenching them and pooling on his palm. You breathed heavily, your head lifted inches from the pillow, your eyes watered, and your lips fell into a dreamy smile.

“More…please…more Hyunie…” you plead quietly, stomach doing flips as your drowsy state shifts into pure joy. “Want more…”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin forgets the idea of seeing you cum on his hand, the effects of drinking for two hours straight and seeing you on all fours, begging, cunt sufficiently spread to his liking all twisting a knot in his gut he knew one way of unraveling. “Fuck this..” he snaps, drawing his hand away, jaw locked to surprise a self-serving smile as he hears you whine pathetically, unwrapping his arm from your waist to pin you on your side. “Hyunie…!” You squeak in surprise, face flushed as you stare up at him in wonder, strands of your hair sticking to your sweaty cheeks. He says nothing to you at first, hands grasping your ankles and pulling until your right leg gingerly rests on his shoulder while the other is pinned to the bed. His nails dig into the cherry red stockings wrapped around your left thigh, hand pressing it firmly against the covers at an angle that leaves your pussy wide open for his view.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin causally glides his right hand into his pants, staring fixed on your awed face as he frees his cock. Seeing the phallic muscle up close and personal, your eyes widen, how it fits perfectly when he runs his hand up and down the slender girth. A low whine tickles your throat, watching him pump the leaking tip, adding to the slick you left on his fingers and trickling down onto his pants when he lets go to grip your right hip. “Mmm…mph…” you shift away from it, a fearful haze in your eyes as he holds you still and nudges the fleshy head of his cock to your puffy and slick folds. “‘ts N-not going to fit-“ you start to protest, a little afraid of having more than his two fingers buried in you.

Dreaming about it and feeling it was a contrast you’d barely begun to conceptualize until now.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin slaps your thigh, a gentle infliction of pain that draws your eyes back up to his face, “If it’s too much, I’ll stop, but…” he trails off, gaze lowering as he presses his hips forward, gently plunging the head of his cock past your folds. You swallow a moan, back arching as he inches in a bit more, hips rocking at a controlled pace, and his voice quiet but steady as he continues, “You’ll try to take all of it for me, yeah? Give me all of your pretty little pussy before anyone else has it like a good girl?..”

You nod eagerly, eyes fluttering, mouth agape as breathy moans fall from it. “Y-yes…Hyunie...”

Cherry Popper Hyunjin exhales heavily, hearing you confess so quickly, eyes stuck on the view of your creamy folds spreading open around his shaft as he sinks into you. A swift gasp leaves you as he fills you up with a solid rut of his hips. The base of his cock firmly placed against your swollen clit, a burning stretch quickly fading in your walls as he barely pulled back before plunging in again, adding an inch to his detachment with every thrust until you could take his cock with minimal resistance.

“So full…” you exhale, damp thighs trembling each time he snaps his hips down into yours. Another coil pulled tight in your stomach the instant his head nudged your sweet spot, every ride of his cock brushing past the sensitive nerves you were beginning to realize could have a mind of their own.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin raises his head, proud to see your eyes clouded over and drool dripping from the corner of your lips. Your breasts beg to slip from your top, nipples perky against the thin cream fabric, and reach a hand to palm one. You arch into his touch more, head pressing back into the pillow, drag your top down to free them both, tossing your leg off his shoulder to fix your posture underneath and give him the freedom to lean over you wholly.

Cherry Popper Hyunjin stops your hands before they reach him, sliding his fingers through yours and pulling your hands above your head as he lowers to your breasts. You didn’t fight him, too caught up in the feeling of his cock bullying it way past your suffocating inner walls. Hyunjin flicks the tip of his tongue over your left nipple, sucking it just once to hear you stumble over a breathless moan. Your legs lock around his waist on instinct from the fleeting friction, eyes half open and distant as you stare at him, speaking in a haze he feels himself slipping into with you as your highs near.

“You’ll always…be my first…Hyunie…”

He smiled, groaning out a response without a second thought, “And your last…”

[ A/N ] Thank Lana Del Rey & Beach Weather for this one.

[ AO3 LINK ]:…. N/A

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

You know life is overrated. I want to be the water bottle in his hand instead… Credits to creator ❤️

#hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #what the actual fuck

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ren0325 · 4 months ago

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OH MY GOD. THIS IS AMAZING!!!!

first of all, i agree 100%. minho’s chest is a sacred space. i just know he puts up a fight at first (like in the video) before it just feels too good to fight back. he just lets you have at his chest.

another thought. i’m obsessed with piercings🤭 imagine minho with nipple piercings OH MY GOD. his chest is already so sensitive, i can’t imagine how it’d be with those too. especially during the first time you get to see so much of him!! you’re so right, he gets rock hard so easily from this. i think the embarrassment plays into it. he’s just so sensitive that you’re ministrations just on his collarbones (just close enough to his chest) will get him going because he knows you’re going to mark him up so good!! <333

hello! i don’t think i’ve sent an ask in before to you😅 i hope you’re doing well <33 i have a quick though below!

y’know what’s been on my mind recently? that minho’s chest is probably really sensitive. i find myself going back to that one video of seungmin guessing the members. the way minho’s ears turned so red so quickly once he let seungmin have at it😭

hiii! omg thank you sm for the ask!!!

you are so right. I also have not been able to stop thinking about Minho and his delicious chest. I just wanna see it once. One time and then I'll stop asking, I swear (probably wont bt wtv)

Like, based on that video alone, I know it must be so sensitive, and even more so bc he doesn't like to show it off, so when he does to that special person (lucky bitch) it's all the more intimate bc he never lets STAY see it. (I mean like, Chan shows off his abs all the time, so when he shows it off to a special someone behind the scenes, he's probably not at all bothered bc it's so normalized for him, whereas someone like Minho who NEVER shows that much skin, it would be a whole different ball game and IM HERE FOR IT)

Like, imagine just slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt for the first time since you two got together, fingers tentative and gentle as they explore that beautiful expanse of creamy skin. Lips soft and sensual as you kiss your way down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a small little nibble there before you chase your own fingers all the way across and down his torso. His ears turning BRIGHT red bc it feels so good just feeling you against him, but he's also sensitive and gets rock hard almost instantly. At first, he'll giggle and try to shy away from you because it tickles sm, but when you begin massaging his shoulders and arms, willing him to relax, he'll melt right into you. His nipples will harden, begging you to kiss and tease them with your tongue. He'll let out a moan that he didn't know he had in him and blush like a tomato bc how did that sound come from his mouth? how are you making him feel this way? you must be some evil witch come to destroy his life bc my god you're killing him.

But not even in the bedroom either, like, if you two are in public and your hand brushes his chest, he'll fidget and get all blushy and shy because it was such an innocent gesture but bc he's so sensitive, it had such a huge affect on him. Or when he pulls you in for a hug, arms wrapping around you tightly, your head in his chest, and you lightly kiss him on the chest, over his clothing, he'll stutter and blush and hide his face in your hair bc wtf? why is he so sensitive when you're kissing him over top of his clothing??

God I love sensitive, blushy boy Minho sm. The dude is so cocky and confident, he needs a good blushy moment like this to humble him istg <3

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ren0325 · 4 months ago

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THE END LMFAOOOO

The art of pleasure ch. 5

Urgency ° Han Jisung

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: SMUT 18+ ONLY, college AU WC: 1.6k +

TW: experienced han, inexperienced han, chan is naked but when isn't he, quickie, kind of public sex, creampie, cunnilingus, reader doesn't cum, changbin cameo and he is flirty

AN: thank you so much for the love on this series, I hope you enjoy this new chapter <3

“We should really get going.” The last thing you wanted to do was part from Hyunjin, his skin was smooth and warm. His hand gently and calmly caressed your body over your clothes.He whined, his head buried deeper inside the crook of your neck. Your hands creeped their way to the planes of his chests and gently pushed against his skin.

“Baby, if you wanted a second round, you could've told me,” Hyunjin nosed at the column of your neck.

“Don't you dare, Hwang Hyunjin, get up, we need to get going.” The boy giggled, you had never heard him do that, it was cute, you wanted to press kisses all over his face. But you couldn't, you needed to go back to Sigma Kappa Zeta to talk to Chan about what happened before the date.

“Any chance you could also drop me off at your dorm?”

The drive back was a blur and you were pretty sure you dozed off because, at some point, you felt Hyunjin’s gentle hands shaking you awake lightly.

“Thank you, Jinnie,” you yawned tiredly.

“Why did you want to come here?Did you forget something?” Hyunjin grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his side, he spoke lowly with his mouth close to your ear. His breath tickled your neck and raised goosebumps all over your skin.

“I just need to talk to Chan about something.”

The frat house was strangely empty, there were no brothers laying on the couches nor making out with girls. There was only one person, playing at the pool table at the back of the room. Changbin stood in the corner in all of his glory, his muscles flexed and moved as he sank every ball he hit. As you walked across the room and to the stairs with your lover boy on your arm, he raised his eyes and then winked at you. Your whole body felt on fire and your mind hazy, so much that you didn’t notice that you and Hyunjin had stopped in front of Chan’s room.

“Wanna stop by my room after you’ve finished talking?” a playful smirk on the boy’s face.

“I’ve had enough for today, lover boy. I’ll see you around.” Your hand was almost on the doorknob of Chan’s room when Hyunjin spun you around and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m counting on that second date, pretty girl, please call me.”

With the confidence that the night with Hyunjin still floating inside you and with the warmth of his kiss spreading from your face to your toes, you knocked on Chan's door and entered.

Your best friend was blissfully asleep on his bed, naked with his legs spread out wide. A blood curdling scream ripped out of your throat and you quickly turned towards the wall. With your back to him, you heard a scream similar to yours and then a loud thump.

“Y/N? Is that you, baby?” He grunted, you were still not facing him.

“Why are you naked, Christopher?!!?” you were freaking out but the sight of Chan spread out like that, peaceful and naked had made you feel things.

“You know I sleep naked and you were bound to see it anyway,” he whined once again, he seemed to do that a lot when he was with you, “ come here,” he opened his arms even if you couldn't see him.

“Chan I don't th-”

“Just hold me please.” You sighed. Why was it so hard to say no to him? Had he casted some kind of spell on you? Your jacket and shoes were soon discarded and you tentatively turned around and laid next to Chan. Keeping your eyes at an acceptable height was the hardest thing you had done in your life.

“You know why I'm here, don't you?” Even as Chan's arms circled you and his face laid on your chest, your voice remained steady. You were annoyed at him and he had to know.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted all jealous. I know that. But I never had to share your attention with anybody so I freaked out a bit.”

You knew he was honest, lying wasn't a thing between you two.

“Is that it? You wanted attention, you big child?” Chan giggled at the nickname, he would have killed anybody else had they dared call him that, but you of course were different.

“Yes.”

“Should I sleep here tonight and give you all my cuddles and attention then?”

He tightened his hold on you and planted a kiss right on your collarbone.

“You should.”

“Alright, you should really put some clothes on tho…”

“Shush, it's just skin, go to sleep.”

The morning after Chan's annoying alarm blasted you awake. It was almost mocking, you and your plans of sleeping in for once.

“Chris why the hell are you getting up so early?” You groaned and pushed the heavy body off of you. He didn't budge.

“I need to go to the studio, we need to finish a project. Do you wanna come?” His words had an urgency to them but he still nuzzled his cheek against your chest more and refused to get up.

“Should I?” You muttered, already half asleep.

“I want you to.”

“Okay then.”

Needless to say, you did not get to the studio on time but at least you had stopped at your dorm to change clothes and then grabbed coffee for 3racha as an apology. The studio was as you had remembered it, small and messy, clearly used by men as no woman would let it get like that.

“Hey guys,” you greeted the other two boys as you offered them coffee.

“Hey pretty, I saw you with Hyunjin last night, I hope he treated you well, if not you can always come to me,” he winked again, it seemed like some kind of habit. You giggled.

“He did, actually.”

“Focus on the track, Bin,” Chan chastised his friend. He was jealous. Cute. You patted his head to reassure him, he was special to you and you were special to him, and his whole demeanor shifted.

Han was weirdly quiet and just looked between you, your legs particularly, and the track on his computer. You knew he was gonna be there so you had chosen to wear shorts on purpose, it was obvious he had a thing for your legs and the others had noticed his weird silence as well. Changbin smirked, he knew how obsessed the younger friend was with thighs and yours were extremely delicious.

“Hyung, we should go ask for more paper, we’re out I think,” Bin wasn’t looking at Chan but at the two of you instead, he knew Chan would’ve understood and he would've given you your time.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chan patted your head on his way out. Han swallowed thickly as the door closed, leaving you two alone in the room.

“Do you want me to take them off, Jisungie?” you batted your lashes at him and a cute blush spread all over his cheeks and down his neck.

“I’m so sorry,” he spluttered and stuttered.

“I don’t mind, do you want to?”

“Yes please, oh my god, I’m so hard, I’m gonna die,” he blurted out with no filter whatsoever. You giggled again, he was cute and different from the other boys, you liked him. In one swift motion, you lowered your shorts and panties and bent over the desk.

“Come get me baby.” Han didn’t let you repeat yourself twice because as soon as you had laid your chest on the cold wood, he had kneeled behind you. He was gawking at your pussy like it was the most precious thing on earth; his admiring didn’t last long because he soon buried his entire face between your thighs. He was different from Minho, he was messy and clearly ate for his pleasure. His tongue never stayed on one spot for too long, he moved quickly from your entrance to your clit and then back and over your lips. In a matter of minutes your pussy was slick with wetness and his spit.

“God Jisungie, you’re so messy,” you keened out. Han pulled away from you, his hot breath fanned over your opening.

“Baby, can I please put it in? I need it, so bad,” he whined and whined. It was like the roles were reversed, you were the whiny one usually, but you didn’t mind one bit.

“Go on.” Han scrambled to his feet and quickly lowered his pants and underwear. He slammed into you with force, his thrusts and his dick were different from Hyunjin’s; he went fast and hard, he was chasing his pleasure and his pleasure only and his dick was smaller but thicker, but felt heavenly nonetheless. Jisung moaned and wailed like a dog in heat, your pussy throbbed and dripped more and more with each sound and movement of his hips.

“Oh my god baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please can I do it inside?”

“Already?” you asked out of breath, he just whimpered and nodded, “yeah, you can.”

“Oh my god, Hyunin was right last night, you got good pussy.” It only took him a few more thrusts from him to still and spill inside you. Your face had never felt hotter, they talked about you like that?

Han laid on your back, his arms circled around your torso, it was an awkward position but his weight on you felt comforting.

“I’m sorry you didn’t cum, baby.”

“It’s okay, you’ll make it up to me next time,” you smiled, your cheek squished against the desk.

“Yes ma’am.”

A sudden knock at the door shifted the mood in the room, Changbin and Chan’s voices loud and clear.

“You didn’t make her cum, are you serious?!?”

“Unbelievable, Han Jisung.”

@kflixnet

#stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #han jisung #han smut #honestly so real #i also love thighs

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ren0325 · 4 months ago

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i love corsets so much, and this definitely made me love them more🤭

no air

word count: <2k

warnings: afab!reader, slight orgasm denial, soft dom!minho, sub!reader, minor choking, minor breathplay, hair pulling, minor degradation, a bit of manhandling, reader is called kitten and baby girl, unprotected sex (use a condom, folks), teasing - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: you come home to minho gifting you a corset. of course you have to put it to good use.

“i got you something,” is the first thing you hear when you walk through the door of your shared apartment, ready to change into pajamas and curl up against your partner for the night. you place your bag down before turning towards him, an eyebrow quirked, but his face doesn’t betray anything beyond the excited mirth in his eyes.

he’s sitting on the couch, making the perfect picture of relaxation, body slumped and legs spread. a white box tied shut with a glittery ribbon lays on the coffee table in front of him, and the slight shake of his hand when he gestures towards it shows what he’s trying to hide. he’s nervous.

you approach the box timidly, gently pulling apart the ribbon and pulling the lid off. when you push back the thin tissue paper on the inside, you have a let out a gasp as your heart skips a beat. a black corset is placed there, lacy and ribbed, with shiny black ribbons on the front and back criss-crossing with the strings hanging off the end.

“baby,” you breathe out, running a fingertip over the ribbing. “for me?”

“no, for me,” he snarks, smiling fondly at you. “of course, for you. i saw you looking at them the other day on the computer so. i got it. do you like it?”

“maybe i was looking for you, i think you would look sexy in this,” you tease, matching his crinkly eyed smile with your own and softening your voice. “i love it, min.”

“we don’t have to use it today. i just wanted to give it to you as soon as it arrived.” he says, edges of anxiety peeling back to reveal satisfied contentment at your reaction.

“good, because tonight i want to cuddle you until your limbs fall asleep.”

“oh baby, you have such a way with words.”

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it takes two weeks for you to finally put it on, wiggling your body into the material and clumsily tying the strings in the back. you leave the ones in the front untied, tightened with no knot - he’d want to do that part himself, you’re sure.

you’ve chosen a day where you know he’ll come home with the desire to relieve some stress. he’s at a meeting with some higher ups, ones you know he doesn’t get along with, and your entire body shivers in anticipation as you think of the way his jaw is probably tightening in anger right now on his drive home. you’ll be the perfect release for him today, you’re sure of it.

you forgo bottoms for just a simple pair of black cotton underwear, knowing that he won’t pay attention to anything other than the mesh and lace that’s melting into your skin. you do put on a simple black choker with a metal “M” hanging off of it, a gift he got you for christmas last year that you treasure and only bring out on special occasions.

this seemed like a special enough occasion to you.

your heart races when you hear his keys jangling against the front door, and you run to the door, struggling to stand in a position that didn’t look like a pose.

“baby, you wouldn’t believe the day i’ve had-“ he starts, the complaint on his lips dying as he takes you in, takes in what you’re wearing, just for him. his jaw drops a bit as he kicks the door shut, dropping the keys to the floor instead of hanging them up in his usual near manner. “well, what do we have here?” he purrs, stalking towards you with feline eyes. you blush under his intense gaze, body twitching as he approaches you slowly.

“wanted to do something special for you, min,” you say, voice trembling a bit at the edges, insecurities that you never could squash coming up to your throat. does he even like this? sure, he bought it for you, but what if it was a joke?

you let out a gasp as he finally lays his hands on your waist, fingertips digging in slightly as his soft lips press a kiss to your jawbone.

“bedroom, now.” he says, voice hard and commanding, arousal dripping off of it like honey. it’s like a switch flipped in his brain the second he saw you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

you rush to stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, in front of the bed, knowing that he probably wants you on the mattress on all fours but not wanting to give into him just yet; he loves the chase just as much as the act. you can’t help the anticipation from crawling up your chest, sending waves of arousal through you as you wait for him.

he stalks in a few minutes later, collar of his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his defined collarbone and the column of his neck. he’s taking off his belt, the buckle jingling in the silent room, and for a second you think he might use it to cuff your wrists together before he throws it off to the side.

“and what’s my kitten doing all the way over here?” he purrs, clicking his tongue as he buries his fingers soothingly into your hair before jerking, your head whipping up, giving his access to wrap a hand lightly around your throat. his hand digs the metal of your collar into your skin and for a second you can’t breathe. “you know where your place is.”

he walks you backwards and pushes you roughly, your knees buckling as they hit the edge of the bed and your breath rushing out as your body hits the mattress. he wastes no time stripping himself of his pants and boxers, the clothes pooling on the floor. he leans over, climbing onto the bed on top of you, stalking like a feline who’s caught it’s prey. his fingers dip into the band of your underwear as he finally captures your lips in a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, messy and delicious.

he slides his hand into your panties, his warm palm sending a fresh wave of arousal throughout your entire body. he plays with you with his fingers, sliding through your folds and digging into your clit perfectly, sparks flying up your spine as you moan into his mouth. he doesn’t bother taking your panties off, his hand moving furiously underneath them, and that makes the heat bubbling up in you even worse.

he breaks the kiss when you start panting, not able to hold back as your orgasm quickly approaches. you hold onto his arm for dear life, rutting up into his hand desperately and making little whines every time he pressed harder.

“min- ah,” you breathe out, the words barely making it past your swollen lips. you’re already delirious and he‘s barely even done anything yet. “min, please.”

“oh, baby girl,” he says, a sick satisfaction burning through your head when you realize that he’s breathless, too. “you wrapped yourself into a nice pretty present for me. let me open you up properly.”

with that, he plunges three fingers into your cunt, your wetness proving more than enough slickness for them to slide in easily. you clench around them as you moan, high and thready, each push and pull of his hand punching an eager sound out of you.

your eyes roll back into your head as the coils in your lower belly tighten, more and more until-

he removes his hand completely, letting you slump back into the mattress, clenching around nothing and choking out a sob.

“my kitten’s been so good, hasn’t she?” he says, voice velvet as he breaths words into your ear. he peels back your underwear in one swift movement, leaving you open and exposed in front of him. “she deserves a reward, hmm?”

“yes, yes, been good,” you babble, not able to lift out of the daze that he’s put you in to be embarrassed about how desperate you’ve become in just a few minutes. “kitten’s been good for you.”

“all for me,” he says, teasing the tip of his cock through your folds, smirk widening when you jump as it catches on your hole, oversensitive from being denied your release. “right, baby? my perfect little kitten, wrapped up tight, all for me.”

you scream as he finally pushes into you, one sure thrust until he’s fully seated inside. he’s filling you up perfectly, like he was made just for you. or you were made just for him, you can’t tell anymore. his hands run up and down the corset, fingers playing with the ribbing as he moves in and out of you shallowly.

“min,” you whine, bottom lip trembling as your legs shake, desperate for him to move, to do something, anything. “more.”

“you want more?” he says, pushing into your hear harshly, punching the air out of your throat as you choke on a sob. you nod, a few stray tears escaping you as he finally sets up a brutal rhythm, his hair matting against his forehead with sweat; he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him.

he slams into you, over and over, the force of his hips moving your body synchronously with his. each thrust sends fireworks sparking up your spine, bursting behind your eyes until you can’t control them from rolling to the back of your head again.

you gather the strings at the front of the corset and clumsily press them to his palm.

“pull,” you breathe out, thoughts not coherent enough to say anything else. his hips stutter in surprise, stopping completely as he slumps a bit into you, breathing hard.

“are you sure?“ he says, kitten eyes wide with curiosity. you nod vigorously, the moment making your head spin, even more when he resumes his movement with a newfound intensity. he wraps each string around his hands, flexing his fists before tugging, sharp and strong. you feel your breath constrict, your lungs lodged up in your throat and your heartbeat loud in your ears. you’ve never done anything like this before, anything past his wandering hand squeezing lightly against your throat, never enough to rob you of your breath. you don’t even realize you’re cumming until it hits you all at once, a crescendo of waves washing over you, leaving you fucked out and dazed with pleasure. he lets go of the strings, your breath rushing back into your lungs as he works you through your orgasm, one hand moving to rub circles into your clit while the other slides along your waist.

his own breath is coming out in short bursts, close to his release, but you’re too overwhelmed to notice when he spills inside of you. you’re dizzy, lightheaded in the best way, barely whining when he pulls out. he presses a few tender kisses to your lips, your forehead, your cheek, but you still make a sad noise at him when he walks away to find a rag to clean you up with.

your breathing is still shallow when comes back, constricted by the ribbing in the corset, and it does nothing to help the lightheadedness you’re feeling. he tugs on the strings with gentle fingers, loosening them and helping you sit up so he could tug it off over your head. he lays you back down, massaging at the indentations the hard edges of the corset left into your skin. you sigh into him, letting him pull you into his arms and pillow your head on his chest.

“you always take such good care of me,” he murmurs, tracing idle patterns into your bare skin. “my pretty girl.”

#OH MY GOD #THIS IS INSANE #minho smut #minho x reader

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Show Me How (it feels)

Pairing: Fem!Hyunjin x F Reader

Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Fem!Hyunjin, teasing, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), kissing, tension,

Word Count: 1798

Synopsis: A streak of shitty men has your dearest friend taunting you, but she's just too damn pretty to be mad at.

THEY'RE LESBIANS, JANICE!

"He was not that bad!" You shout, throwing a plush duck at your best friend sat across from you, her melodic laugh filling the small space of your bedroom as she continued to spill all her issues with your most recent situationship.

"Yes, he was! I met him once, and he kept his hand on your ass the entire time! He also smelled like salami, and I need you to acknowledge that!"

You didn't want to acknowledge any part of it, fully aware that no matter what you tried to say, it really was that bad. Your taste in men had only gotten worse over the years, barely able to entertain one for more than a few weeks before you found yourself completely losing interest.

Maybe you were the problem. Had you set your expectations too high?

"Stop that right now."

You feel a sharp pinch on your thigh, and the accompanying glare would have scared you if you were a stranger, pretty eyes and long lashes staring into you. She was always so pretty, even when she was mad.

"I didn't say anything!" There's a whine in your voice as you attempt to defend yourself, but she isn't having it, reaching out to kick your Calf before scooting closer to the middle of your bed.

"You don't have to. I know you."

You've been scolded by her plenty of times over the years of your friendship, and you couldn't help but giggle every time. It was sweet. The way she cared for you was something you couldn't quite find anywhere else, and you weren't sure if you'd want it from anyone but her.

"You should try dating women." She smirks, dodging your hand as you swat at her. "I'm serious! Women are great! They're soft and they smell good and they know how to treat the clit!"

There's a strange feeling simmering in your stomach as she speaks, and you're mesmerised by how her soft lips wrap around the syllables of her words. The way her tongue peeks past her lips on some sounds was a quirk you'd taken notice of long ago, unable to deny the way it had become something you were strangely fond of. Everyone felt like this about their friends. You were sure of it. Granted, none of your other friends made you feel quite the way Hyune did.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

Annoyance tints her voice, but she laughs immediately after noticing the dazed look on your face.

"If you wanna kiss me, just say that."

She says it playfully, as if it's no different to any other joke, but the silence that follows has her raising her eyebrow at you, a series of less than friendly thoughts trickling into her mind like honey.

"You wanna kiss me, don't you?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh my GOD. You do!! Oh, you're SO gay!"

"Please shut up! I'm sorry okay! I was just distracted!"

"You can if you want to."

Your mouth opens, wanting to tell her that yes, you do want to kiss her, you want it more than you've ever wanted anything else, but the words won't come out and you sit there in stunned silence until you see her eyes roll and she's moving again, this time coming to rest on her knees infront of you with one hand firmly planted on your thigh.

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

Her tone is gentler now, as if she can feel your body buzzing beneath her fingertips, the electricity overwhelming you as you nod, whispering your approval though you're sure it's unable to be heard.

"My pretty girl."

You barely hear her before her lips are on yours, soft and delicately flavoured by the watermelon lip balm you'd lent her. You'd never felt something quite like this. In was suffocating in a way that made you sure you'd never want to breathe again if it meant losing this feeling.

She pulls back, and your mouth chases hers, desperate for more even as she giggles, her gentle hands cupping the side of your face. It feels like she's staring into your eyes for hours with a hint of mischief in her own and a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and it's hard to tell what she's thinking. It was always hard to tell what she was thinking.

"You're so cute. Like a helpless little rabbit..."

A dreamy sigh fills the space between you, and she leans forward once again, barely brushing her lips against yours.

"Do you want more?"

Nodding isn't enough to satisfy her, a hand slipping to firmly grip your chin as she forces you to make eye contact.

"Say it. Please. I need to know that you want this as much as I do."

It's vulnerable. The secrets she spills in the sanctuary of your bedroom were always the kind of things she'd never dare to speak anywhere else, and this felt like no exception.

"I do want it, Hyune." You fumble the words, but they land on eager ears regardless. "I want you."

Time is a blur, and your back finds comfort in the plush mattress beneath you as her body moves to cage yours in, her thigh slotting between your legs as her mouth moves slowly against yours, her tongue teasing yours as you grow hungrier with every squeeze of your hip, the feeling of her nails digging into your skin sending waves of heat straight to your core.

"You look so beautiful right now."

Her nose brushes against your own, and there's a look akin to reverie in her eyes as she drinks you in.

"My pretty rabbit. I could just devour you right now."

"Please."

You're not sure what you're asking for, but she knows. Of course, she knows. She's spent months dreaming of this exact moment.

"You're okay." She coos and bumps your noses affectionately once more before the sound of your gasp makes her laugh as her teeth find your neck, nipping at the tender skin. It feels like you're being swallowed by the flames of pleasure that lap at your willing flesh, and you know she feels it to, the grip of her hands becoming rougher, almost aggressive as they explore your body.

The overwhelm sets in deeper when you feel your shirt being pushed up and her thumb drags lightly over your nipple causing you to arch up into her. You can feel her smirking against your neck, whispering barely audible praises against.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I wanna show you how you should be treated. Will you let me do that? Will you let me show you how good I can make you feel?"

It's hard to speak when you feel like she's stealing every breath from your lungs in your dazed state, but you know she needs the reassurance.

"Please, baby. Please make me feel good."

Baby. The words echo in her mind. Baby, baby, baby. It sounds so good when you say it.

"You're gonna kill me."

The sound you make when she wraps her supple lips around your nipple surprises you both, serving only as encouragement to her as she sucks and laps at the sensitive bud, her own moans mixing with yours when she feels your hand slide through her hair, absent-mindedly, slipping through the silky tresses in almost a petting motion. Hyune was always a giver, but she'd never imagined it could feel quite so incredible until she had you squirming beneath her, your voice filling her head until the only thing she knows in this world is you.

She pushes your skirt up your hips, trailing wet kisses down your sternum and tummy until tinted lip balm leaves barely there marks where her lips meet your underwear as evidence of her affection.

Her eyes meet yours once again, and unlike before, a nod is enough. She's too eager to taste you, watching as you kick your underwear off into the void of your room. Usually, she wasn't nervous at all. Usually, she was completely confident in her abilities. This wasn't anything like her usual endeavours.

"Hyune, you don't have to if-"

"Shhh. I want to. God, I really fucking want to."

She swallowed before leaning forward to lick curiously at your clit, moaning as the taste of you coats her tongue. You're so wet and so warm, instinct taking over easily. One arm wraps around your thigh to hold you close to her as she laps teasingly along your slit, her thumb rubbing circles at your clit as she takes her time exploring what makes you tick. You're practically purring by the time two fingers prod at your entrance, circling the muscle a few times before they slowly press into you, her skilled digits curling immediately to stimulate your gspot.

"Holy- Baby, fuck!"

You're hands find her hair, gripping firmly as your hips grind against her hand, greedily setting your own rhythm.

"Such a pretty pussy. Gonna keep it all for myself."

She's talking to herself more than you, distracting you by lapping at your clit when you open your mouth to speak. You don't need to speak. She works her fingers diligently in and out of pussy, whining to herself when she feels you dripping down into her hand. She's barely thrusting, focusing on massaging the spot that makes you keen as she switches to sucking at your clit with light pressure, not wanting to overstimulate you.

"Gonna cum. Feels so good, Hyune. So fucking good."

You're grinding recklessly against her mouth and she takes it like a champ, undettered by your grip on her hair or the juices that coat her chin. She'd stay here for hours if you wanted you to.

"Let it go, pretty girl."

You've never cum so hard with anyone, your ears ringing and your vision blurred as waves of pleasure crash down on you, your pussy squeezing her fingers as she gently works you through your high until you're gasping, your hand dropping from her hair as you lay exhausted infront of her.

Sticky hands swipe over your bed sheets, and you think to scold her, ultimately distracted by her lips, finding yours like a beacon, the taste of yourself on her tongue both confusing and welcome.

"That was. Wow. Thank you."

Her smile is one of pure love and affection as she lays beside you, tucking herself into your side. She'd declare her love for you later, wanting to savour the moment shared between you as she felt you press a single kiss to her forehead, your fingers finding hers almost hesitantly, drifting over them until she laces them together.

She doesn't need to say anything. She already knows you were made for her.

#this is so☹️☹️#fem!skz #nsfw #theyre gay your honor #i love this so much

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this is so cute omg☹️☹️

tired slow sex and talking him through it + minho

you hear the front door open then close and peak your head out from your bedroom, smiling when you see minho all but dragging his feet to come see you. he looks exhausted, hair a little messy, lips curled into his signature little pout while his eyes blink slowly at you. he doesn’t say anything, just dragging you over to the bed, practically collapsing onto the plush duvet.

“long day?” you ask quietly, fingers instinctively going up to thread through his hair. he leans into you, eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a slow sigh.

it feels like time’s moving so slowly, his lips moulding against yours as his hands work to tug off his clothes then yours. it’s gentle and intimate and missing the usual hunger and desperation he normally exudes when he’s in the mood. any other time, he’d have you pressed into the sheets, making you see stars as he hips snap roughly. but tonight, he’s just so tired.

he gently pushes your thighs apart, calloused hands caressing your soft skin so tenderly, mouth never leaving yours. he breaths a shaky breath against you as he bottoms out, his hips finding a slow but steady rhythm. minho’s hands find yours, fingers lacing together. soft grunts and moans fill the room, almost like whispers as if anything louder would burst the bubble around the two of you.

his pace starts to stutter and you know he’s getting close, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, trying to be closer to you. you can tell your lover’s trying to hold on, wanting you to be the focus of the pleasure, struggling to keep his hips moving at the same, consistent speed.

“does that feel good, pretty?” you whisper into his shoulder and he nearly shudders, letting out a soft whine as a yes.

“can feel you’re close, my love, doing so well for me”. minho’s breathing grows shaky too, melting at your sweet words. he’s always the one talking you through it, whispering the sweet words into your ears as he finds your sweet spot again and again, but he feels his brain go all fuzzy at the thought of you doing it with him.

“gonna cum for me, min? feels so good, doesn’t it?” you coo, not condescending or teasing, just wanting him to relax and let you take care of him. “c’mon, sweet boy, you can cum. cum for me”.

the words make his mind feel even mushier, lips parting to let out the sweetest of noises as he releases, helping you ride out your own high. he lays his head down on your chest, a small and tired but dazed smile on his lips as he feels himself slowly grow sleepy.

“there you go, min, did so well for me. let me get us cleaned up and we’ll go to bed, hm?” you whisper, untangling yourself to get cleaned up.

by the time you get back to the bed, he’s already asleep, deep breaths passing his plump lips as he curls into your pillow, arm draped across your half of the bed as if to keep it warm until you came back to him.

a/n: just wanted to write something nsfw but still sweet and fluffy and it was about time i wrote something for my favourite boy <3 pls ignore the ending because i can’t write endings to save my life </3 i wanna start writing more for skz so feel free to send me little ideas or thoughts anytime!! sending lots of love 🤍

#i’m in love #this is so cute :(#nsfw #minho x reader #lee know #lee know smut #i love domestic shit like this😭☹️

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