#han Jisung smut

[gnabsrihc]

hi i need han jisung to absolutely dominate me and ruin me hi bye ok

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Love you better- H.JS

So, LATAM Jisung did something to my heart and I had to write something for him 🫠 I was supposed to also post uno and chill part 2 today but I accidentally fell asleep during the afternoon and since it's already late, I won't be able to finish it. Good thing I have a long holiday and only come back to uni on Thursday so wait for a lot of updates during the following days (including an Easter special fic 🤭). Nari, if you see this, please don't freak out 😚

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, bros code breaking

Alexa, play Friends With Your Ex by Landon Barker

It all started the night you left Chan.

Not in a dramatic, Hollywoodian explosion. No screaming, no shattered plates, just silence. A final, tired “okay”, and the soft click of a door that didn’t reopen.

You didn’t know where to go, so you walked. It didn’t take long for your phone to buzz.

Hannie: you okay?

That was all it took.

He met you at that 24 hour diner which served bad coffee and greasy bacon slices. Han slid the booth across from you like it wasn’t the middle of the night, like you hadn’t just broken up with his best friend.

He didn’t pry, didn’t ask you why it ended, or if you were okay. He just sat there, gave you his hoodie when you started shivering and let you cry into a plate of pancakes.

And since then, he kept showing up.

You’d text each other more. Stupid jokes bloomed into real conversations. He helped you move boxes out of Chan’s place without asking questions. He made you laugh when no one else could. He gave you rides home late at night because ‘it’s not safe for you to walk'. But he never pushed or crossed a line— he just was there for you, in case you needed it.

Until the night everything changed.

You were sitting in his car parked in some random parking lot. Raindrops tapped against the windows, music playing low. You were wearing his hoodie again and this time, your knees were pulled up in the seat, chin resting on top of them.

“I don’t get it”, you murmured, staring at the blur of city lights outside, “How he just… stopped loving me”

Chan had always been a good man. A kind man. But he was never there. Always at the studio, always putting your relationship last. You didn’t break up with him because you stopped loving him— you did it because he forgot how to love you back.

Han exhaled softly, glancing at you from the driver’s seat, “I don’t think he stopped loving you”, he said quietly, “I think… he just didn’t know how to love you the way you needed”.

That made your chest tighten. You turned toward him, realizing there’s something heavy in his gaze— something he’d been trying not to say for weeks.

“Han…”

He leaned in just a little. Not enough to kiss you, just enough for you to feel the heat.

“I shouldn’t want this”, he said quietly, eyes flicking to your mouth.

“Yeah… you shouldn’t”

“But I do”

You don’t remember who leaned in first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. But suddenly, your mouths met like you’ve been starving, like every night he held back, rushed to the surface all at once. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb gently brushing your cheek and suddenly you were kissing him hard.

Messy. Desperate. The car windows started to fog with your breath, your bodies twisting in the cramped front seat. Your legs slid over his lap and his hands grabbed your waist as he tried to stop himself— but he couldn't.

“He never touched you like this, did he?”, he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“That’s so wrong”, you whispered, but you were already pulling his hoodie off.

“Then why does it feel this good? Why aren’t you stopping me, huh?”, he groaned, voice rough as his lips found your collarbone.

Because the truth was— you were not just kissing Han. You were kissing every stolen glance. Every accidental touch. Every night you wished someone saw you the way he always did.

It was messy, forbidden— everything you were not supposed to want.

But in that moment with Han’s hands under your shirt and his voice whispering your name like you owned him— you finally felt wanted again.

“You’re still not stopping me”, Han breathed, voice hoarse against your skin.

He was right, you weren’t. You should. But your fingers were already tangled in the hem of his shirt, already tugging it up, palms sliding over the warm lines of his stomach as you straddled him in the driver’s seat.

Your breath hitched when your hands traced over his inked skin— his tattoos, surprisingly familiar, mapped out across his muscles.

“God”, you whispered, brushing your fingertips over just under his ribs, “These always drove me crazy”.

Han let out a low groan, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, “You’ve barely seen them” he said, voice rough.

“I saw enough”, you whispered, lips ghosting over his neck, “I just didn’t let myself want to. It had been three long weeks, you know”

His hands found your hips like instinct when you grinded down on his lap, head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck”, he groaned.

You kissed him again, your teeth clashing slightly. He moaned into your mouth like he didn’t care that this was sinful. Bros code? He barely remembered it existed.

His hands were everywhere— trailing up your thighs, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt until he gripped your bare waist like he needed to hold on or he’d have lost himself completely.

“We can’t do this, Yn… Tell me to stop”, he said suddenly, breath shaking.

But your reply was a soft, “Don’t stop”, whispered into the curve of his neck. You didn’t want him to stop, not when he touched you like that.

You rolled your hips over his lap slowly and he let out the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard from him.

Han’s hands gripped you tighter, his jaw clenched. “Jesus”, he muttered, kissing down your jaw, “You’ve been in my head for weeks. Every time you looked at me like you needed me… I couldn’t think straight”

You whimpered as he slid his hand under your bra, gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pulled your shirt up, just enough to kiss the curve of your chest, hot and desperate, leaving a purple stain there. Even though it was sloppy and frantic, it made you cry out his name.

“Hannie…”

That definitely did something to him. His eyes flicked up, then he pulled you back in for another kiss— this time deeper, filthier, full of tongue and need and everything he’d been holding back.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, straining in his jeans, as you rocked down again, dragging a soft whine from his throat.

“You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last”, he growled.

“I don’t want you to last”, you whispered, “I just want you to”

He let out a harsh exhale, more like a curse, then leaned forward. “Backseat”, he muttered, eyes dark with lust, “Now”.

You crawled over, and he followed right behind, pulling the door shut with one hand and dragging your hips into his lap again. This time, it was faster, hungrier. He slid your panties down your thighs without fully undressing you, and the thrill of it made your pulse race.

His fingers slid between your legs, and he cursed under his breath. “Damn, you’re soaked”

You arched into his touch, head falling back. “This is so bad”, you pant, “So, so… ah… wrong”

“Then why…”, he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips as he sank two fingers inside you without any warnings, “Does it feel so fucking good?”

You gasped, grinding down against his hand, and he watched you unravel, like he was trying to memorize every twitch, every moan, every part of you.

He fucked you with his fingers slow at first, curling them just right, until your hips were jerking and your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let me make you forget him”, he whispered.

And god, you did. You fell apart in his lap with his name on your lips, and when you came down, trembling and breathless, he already got his jeans undone, already guiding you on him with a look that said: ‘Please, just this once, let me have you’.

You took him teasingly slow. As you sank down on him, your fingers clutched the back of the seat, lips parted in shock at how good it felt— how right it felt even when it shouldn’t.

His hands held your hips, anchoring you as you started to move.

The car rocked, the windows fogged and the world outside disappeared.

All that was left was Han— his body, his voice, his mouth. The desperate gasps, and whispered curses.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart…. better than I ever imagined”, he groaned, head falling back.

That made you pause, “You… imagined this before?”

With eyes closed shut, he nodded, breath shaky, chest rising and falling fast. “Every time something went wrong”, he whispered, voice wrecked. “Every time he ignored your feelings cause he was at the studio. Every time you showed up glowing in a new dress and he barely looked at you before saying you looked pretty cause he had a deadline”

A choked sound escaped him— half groan, half confession— as he thrusted into you again. “Fuck… every time I thought, ‘I could be better for her. I could actually make her happy’ “.

Your eyes stung. From the overwhelming pleasure but also from him. From the way he was baring himself to you in a way no one else ever has.

You blinked, lashes heavy with tears, a lump forming in your throat. And then you kissed him. Hard. Deep. With everything— every buried feeling, every confused moment over the past few weeks.

You kissed him like he was the only thing that made sense in the middle of the wreckage you’d been walking through. And he kissed you back like he’d been waiting years. Like this was a secret he was finally allowed to speak.

His thrusts started to lose rhythm, stuttering, desperate, like he was chasing the edge just as hard as you were. The windows were completely fogged now, your skins slick with sweat, your hands gripping his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing left in the world.

You were so close it hurt, each grind sending heat spiraling low in your belly, pressure curling tight until you gasped, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Fuck, I’m…” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know, me too, just come with me”

And when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, all while looking at you like you were the whole sky, that was what tipped you over. Your body tensed, then unraveled all at once— hot and shuddering, pleasure crashing over you in waves so strong you almost forgot to breathe.

He followed with a low moan of your name, hands gripping your hips as he came, pulling you down hard against him one last time.

Everything went silent, save for the sound of your panting breaths and the soft hum of the car engine.

You were still wrapped around him when he murmured, “I meant it, you know”

You blinked, heart still racing, “What?”

“All of it”, he said, voice low. “I know it is still soon, but I could be better for you. I want to be. I want to make you happy”

Your chest tightened. No one had ever said something like that after sex. Not to you, not like that.

You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his, and whispered, “You already are”

Han smiled, lazily and crooked, and then he added, “Also… you definitely ruined my backseat forever”

You laughed, breathless and full of something bright and warm and real. “Worth it, tho” you say.

“Guess we’ll just have to use the front seat next time”, he grinned.

You laughed harder this time, still tangled together, still flushed and bare and glowing. And then, you realized:

You might be completely fucked up

But maybe… you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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[alice3876]

Rings ❛ ━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━ ❜ h.js

⤑ genre: smut, fluff

⤑ pairing: Boyfriend!Jisung x reader

⤑ warning: cursing, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight dacryphilia

⤑ summary: Jisung’s pretty fingers hold a new, but quite welcome, surprise.

⤑ requested: no

⤑ word count: 0.75k

⤑ A/N: Han Jisung, the man that you are 😩

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Jisung had you pinned to the mattress, fingertips brushing along your thighs as he pulled down your underwear. He quickly tossed them haphazardly into a corner of the room and moved back to settle between your legs. The pad of his thumb pressed to your clit, smearing your already abundant arousal around.

He pushed two fingers inside you, dragging them along your walls, only to curl them when he was deep enough. It was such a familiar sensation, and yet something felt different tonight. Rougher, somehow, but in a good way.

His fingers dragged along your walls again when he pumped them inside you. That feeling came in stronger, eliciting a gasp and a soft, whiny moan from your kiss-swollen lips. He paused, looking at you in slight concern at the unusual noise you made.

“You okay, baby?”

You reached down to grab his wrist and he followed your lead, slowly pulling his fingers out of your vagina. His eyes stayed on you, laced with a mixture of confusion and concern as you whimpered and squirmed under him.

And there the answer stared you right in the face. Hand still delicately gripping his wrist, your eyes glued themselves to his pretty fingers, where still sat his rings, now coated in your juices.

“Oh, fuck…” you breathed. His eyes widened.

“Shit, sorry, baby, I forgot to take them off–”

When he reached to slide the silver bands off his fingers, you tucked his hand against your chest, blocking his clean one off. He gave you a look of pure confusion and let an uncertain “Baby…?” pass his lips. You whined.

“Just finger me, Ji.”

“But–”

“No.”

You brought his sticky, wet hand back between your legs, trying to force his fingers back inside you again. He simply curled them towards his palm, making your efforts vain.

“Baby–”

“Jiiii… Sungie, please...!”

“Love, what if they come off–?” he asked, worried.

“Then you’ll just have to work harder to get them back out. Please, it was so good…”

He stayed quiet, searching your gaze for any hint of uncertainty. When he found none, he sighed: “Are you sure?”

“Yes, now come–”

He silenced you with a kiss and ran his fingertips through your slit. He was much less tense above you now.

“Fuck, baby, you’re even wetter now. You like my rings that much?” he smirked. You whined once more and bucked your hips in search of more friction, and he had the nerve, the gall, to laugh. And oh how you wanted to slap that stupid smile off his stupidly pretty face.

He never let you go through with your resentful thoughts; his thumb pressed to your clit, a bit harder than before, and his two slick-soaked fingers slid back into your warm little cunt, deliciously and torturously slow. You felt every push of his knuckles, every catch of the metal loops against your walls as he fingered you deep, but at a snail’s pace.

You groaned and rocked your hips against his hand, eyes rolling back at the pleasure.

“Oh, Ji…”

He smirked (again – the nerve, honestly) and pumped his fingers at a quicker and steadying pace, curling them just right against your g-spot in a way that he knew would have your walls clamping around him and your wondrous eyes filling with tears.

Well aware of how close you were to the edge, he leaned his head down and wrapped his soft lips around your clitoris. Your back arched off your bed and soft gasps and whines escaped you, between quiet sobs and calls of his name. Your thighs closed around his head and he grinned.

“That’s it, pretty, cum for me.”

Your muscles tensed and he put his clean hand on your stomach to pin you in place, licking your sensitive clit through your orgasm until you squirmed away from his touch. Then, he let his fingers carefully slip out of you, curling them a bit to catch one of his rings that tried to come off, aided by the extensive lubrication. He stared you right in the eyes and put his pretty fingers in his mouth to suck them clean of your release. He hummed in satisfaction.

“Oh my God,” you groaned and playfully shoved him away, earning yourself a laugh and a cheeky wink and grin.

“Delicious.”

“You’re such a tease, Han Jisung.”

“And you love it.”

He engulfed your lips in a tender kiss then rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

“Now it’s my turn.”

[channiesbaby1433]

Stop cause im about to cry...

“Someone somewhere is searching for you in every person they meet.”

— Unknown

[arislary]

Foggier - Han Jisung x f!reader

Synopsis: Aftermath of putting your panties inside of Jisung's pocket.

Pairing: nerd!Han Jisung x f!reader

Genre: MDNI 18+, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (I write this waaaaaayyyyy too much, I can't help it!), creampie, spit kink, breeding kink, (used) panty kink, riding, oral (m & f receiving), nipple kink, glasses kink, they're perverts for each what can I say, I may be forgetting some idk

WC: <3.5K

A/N: Truly, I am so sorry 😭 this took way too long, I have nothing to say for myself tbh... BUT I did get a new job and it's consumed like my entire life, so please cut me some slack. I've had so much of this written and I just knew I was doing a disservice of not posting it. Part of me is iffy, but the other part just loves Jisung too much to care. I hope you enjoy nerd!Jisung as much as I do! VERY UNEDITED

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Masterlist | Foggy

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Jisung felt his anxiety rise as he waited for your response, his hand like iron in his jean pocket still. He had finished his classes for the day and returned to his apartment, seeking for a semblance of peace, but found none with the underwear currently burning a hole in his pants. He scrubbed a hand over his face, disbelief and shock still brewing inside of him, but the overwhelming desire topped everything. He had never been so hard before, the boldness of your act, the look in your eyes, the promise on your lips. 

Fuck me. 

Jisung pulled the underwear from his pocket, having settled down on his couch. He felt the heat on his face as he brought the pair closer to his nose, digging his face into the material. He groaned unabashedly, free hand palming the tent in his jeans. The deep breaths of your faint smell did little to ease the tightness in his jeans and his fingers reached to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his hips. 

The moan that fell from his lips at his touch through his boxer, mouth falling open to suck in your underwear. Tongue laving, teeth almost gnawing at the fabric for more of your taste. He licked at his hand, his fist creeping under his boxers, circling his hard dick and began to stroke himself at a rapid pace. He pushed his boxers down to his jeans, gasping at the sight of his length crying for a release, tip leaking with pre-cum. 

“Oh, fuck, ______,” words muffled through your underwear as he flicked his wrist, squeezing around the base. He moved the hand clutching your underwear down, securing it around, continuing to jerk his hand up and down, the added texture slipping around his slicked dick had him yearning for the feel to be inside you. Jisung could only imagine the idea of filling your tight hole over and over until it was dripping from your shared cum. 

The thought of your sweet pussy full of his seed had Jisung reeling his head back, eyes falling shut, the edge just in sight-

And his phone is ringing.

Huh? 

Jisung jolted forward, hand stilling over his aching dick and glancing to his side to see his phone lighting up with your contact. 

You were calling him?!

“Shit!” Jisung scrambled, hand lifting the phone to his ear, but immediately dropping it with how much his hand was shaking. His dick throbbed painfully and he groan unabashedly as his hand tightened around himself unconsciously from his scrambling. He jerked forward, grabbing the phone that now lay on the floor, pressing it to his face as he rushed out a greeting.

“H-hey.” 

Jisung winced, hoping he appeared nonchalant. There was silence on the other end and Jisung pulled it away to check you were still there. 

“_________?”

“Jisung.”

He gulped at your tone, the deep, velvety voice leaving him to jerk his hand, his dick crying even more at his name falling from your lips, your underwear completely drenched. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Just uh-“ Jisung glanced at the hand still wrapped around his length and gave it a slow stroke, biting his lip at the pressure building. “H-hanging out?”

“Hmm? Wanna know what I’m doing?” He could hear the shuffle of you moving around and the faint sound of something squelching. 

“W-what’re you doing?”

“Myself to the thought of you,” your voice breathy and the squelching sound becoming more prominent. “I can’t stop thinking of you, Ji,” you release a slight whine, Jisung tightening his fist further, biting his lips to suppress the violent moan. What did he do to deserve this? To deserve you?

“Fuck.”

“Jisung.. are you touching yourself right now?”

He let out another whimper, his hand involuntarily moving faster at your raspy voice, the need inside of him overpowering his senses. 

“Shit, I- ‘m sorry, I kept thinking of you a- and I- eungnh,” Jisung’s length was that of a fountain, the onslaught of visions of you invaded every crevice of his mind; his brain conjuring your velvety, tight walls squeezing around him, gushing with your essence. 

A high pitched moans sound through the speaker of his phone and Jisung is left fucking up into his hand, his hips sloppily making even more of a mess around his hand and your panties. “Please, I need to- I gotta-“

“Cum for me, Jisung,” the purr of your voice drew a wrecked moan from his lips, The spurts of cum explode around his fist, painting your thong a beautiful shade. His dick continues to leak, his lips falling open to release a stream of praise and thanks, his babbling being soothed by your voice. “Oh you did so well, I wish I saw you.”

Jisung pouted at nothing in particular, his hand clenching around the device. “You didn’t text me back.”

“I’m calling you now.. did I hurt your feelings making you wait, baby?” Jisung whimpered, his hips humping up into your thong, still wrapped around his half-hard member. 

“I thought you wanted me-“

“Oh, fuck I do, I’m sorry, Sungie, can I make it up to you for waiting?” 

“How?”

“Come over, I shared my location.” 

The blur of buttoning his pants, member still wet with cum, stuffing your panties in his pocket once again, to pulling up the directions to your townhome, and thank fuckyou were only 10 minutes away, all left Jisung’s head spinning. He found himself sitting in the driver seat of his car, parked outside your place, chest heaving and unbelieving this to be real. 

Was he really about to fuck the woman of his dreams?

Just imagining the things he could do to you, the things you could do to him. Jisung was ready to the throw his door open when a knock sounded at his window. He let out a shriek only to find you standing there wrapped in a robe and sandals. You had a small scowl on your face, your arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

Jisung quickly moved to step out, locking the door as you opened your mouth to scold him. 

“You made me come get you, I’m freezing,” your lips jutted out the tiniest bit and the sight of you so open with him had him hardening completely. Not being able to stop himself longer, Jisung reached out to grab your waist, yanking you closer to him, his glasses slipping down his nose from the movement. 

Your lips pursed, as if you were holding back a smile, eyes gleaming up at him. This had to be the most animated he had ever seen from you and he wanted more, craved to keep this going. You rested your hands on his arms, squeezing the black fabric around the muscle he would hide under his sweaters. He felt an unfamiliar sense of possession, the idea of you and him gripping at his heart. 

“W-we’re together now,” the both of you pause, surprise evident at his boldness. You raise an eyebrow at him, Jisung’s cheeks painted red from the words that slipped out before he could stop them. The hands on your waist, shook and tightened their grasp to steady him. “Right?”

You don’t give him a response, you’re eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. Jisung can feel the insecurity in him rise, but is distracted by you pulling his arm, leading him towards the entrance of your front door. You had slipped your slides off, leaning against the wood trim. The emotions bubbled up inside of him, the fear of rejection overpowering him. His shoes now off, Jisung stands to his full height, hands fidgeting at his side. He moves his hand up to push his glasses back up his nose, but your fingers appear in his vision, middle finger pushing up the lens for him. 

You invade his space, the smell of you, the sight of you is consuming him. How could he just have you once? He wanted you forever it felt like, whatever this was. He shouldn’t have come, what was he thinking. But you had looked at him like that, fuck you gave him your underwear. The attack felt like it could happen any second, but suddenly hands press against his chest, rubbing the expanse of his chest and soothing him. His gaze flitted down to where you were pressed up on him, eyes watching your hands touch him. 

“I don’t just give my panties away, Jisung,” you run your eyes up to meet his, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down. “I also don’t just call someone as I masturbate to the thought of them.”

Jisung blushes bright red, feeling the heat in his ears, head dipping forward. Your fingers play with the hair at his neck, goosebumps raising all over his body at your touch. He shuffles closer to you, hands moving to your waist and lower back, pulling you even closer. He almost moaned as you grazed the tent still crying for you. 

One of your hands fisted his sweater and began to pull him further into your space. The scent of passionfruit and another tropical fruit he couldn’t place yet, but matched you perfectly. There was a soft humming of music playing in the background, and it was like you hated the idea of overhead lighting, as Jisung ran his eyes over every surface and area available to him, the space was lit by an array of warm lights, some neon, fairy lights, and candles. 

Jisung let you lead him towards your couch, pushing him until he sat. He could feel the sweat under his collar, the excitement he was feeling, the desire, the yearning, he was desperate. He reached towards you, pulling the knot of your traps closer until you were between his legs. His hands moved the skin of your legs exposed by the robe, his fingers gliding towards the back of your knees, pulling you to sit in his lap. 

The sound that fell from his lips as you settled on his lap was obscene. His hands moved with inexperience, desperate to squeeze and feel the fullness of you. Your thighs plush and soft to the touch as he squeezed every inch of skin he could find. It felt as though his mind was full of just you. You. You. 

Jisung moved quickly, grabbing the back of your neck and meeting your lips with a force that had you both clinking your teeth, mouths opening to welcome the other in his hurry. You let out a gasp as Jisung pressed forward, his hands moving your hips over his, grinding you down on his clothed dick that had been hard for almost the entire day. Your hands moved down his arms, squeezing at his biceps, nails digging in and he prayed they’d leave marks on him. 

You leaned back, lips moving to cheek, his jaw, up to his ear. 

“Did you bring them?” 

Jisung shivered at your whisper and nodded his head slowly, the blush returning to his cheeks. It was as if your thong had become a heavy weight suddenly, your fingers inching towards his pockets to feel for them. He covered your hand to stop your movement, the fear of you seeing what he had done to them becoming too much.

“I-“

“Let me see,” your fingers had wiggled their way into his pants and he stiffened once he knew you made contact with them. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly pulled the soiled garments from his pocket. He watched as your eyes dropped down, widening at the sight and the most beautiful blush appearing on your normally more neutral face. You brought a hand to your lips, mouth dropping from surprise and something more, a glint in your eyes that Jisung couldn’t quite place, but drew a whine from him. 

“I can explain-“ he cut himself off when you purposefully rolled your hips against the tent of his pants, another moan passing through his lips at the pleasure and heat inside of him. He returned his hands to your thighs, fingers slipping under the fabric of your robe, pinching softly at the insides of your thighs. 

“Jisung, I-“ you stopped, Jisung’s eyes immediately searching your face. His brow furrowed, waiting for you to continue. “I’ve never wanted someone more, you’re a freak, fuck me already.”

You didn’t give him time to respond, scrabbling off his lap and sliding to the floor. Jisung yelped, eyes wide, hands reaching out to stop you as you fumbled with the button of his jeans. You swatted his hands and Jisung raised his hands to cover his face as you successfully unbuttoned and began to pull his jeans and boxers down past his knees, pouting up at him as your hand moved to circle his dick. 

“Oh, baby, you were that excited for me?” You cooed at him and Jisung felt every nerve in his body light up, a guttural groan escaping as you spit on his member, moving your hand up and down. “You couldn’t even be bothered to clean up, huh? Knew I’d take care of you?” 

Jisung nodded his head, mind turning fuzzy, and you continued to stroke his member, bringing your lips to his tip and blowing cool air. Jisung’s eyes rolled back and his head fell against the couch cushions. He felt his body shiver from the raging desire igniting his insides, hands digging into the fabric of the couch, mouth open, filthy noises escaping past his lips. 

The heat of your mouth, the wetness of your tongue sliding under him left Jisung gasping for air, hips involuntarily jerking upwards, frantic to be connected with you. You gargled around him, nose brushing his pubic bone, tickling his skin there. Jisung didn’t know where to look, your eyes, staring lustfully up at him, pleasure blatant, or the vulgar display of his hard length disappearing and reappearing from your mouth. 

You pulled off him completely, Jisung pouting after you as you stood to your feet, the dirty panties still tightly grasped in your fist. Your other hand slipped under the hem of your robe, Jisung unable to look away, but consumed with jealousy as your hand traveled upwards to your core. He shot forward, fingers gliding up your leg, following the same path of your hands, finally resting on top of them and together you both pulled your new underwear down your legs. 

Jisung leaned closer to you, his forehead resting against your lower belly once you were straight again, his glasses digging into his face. Breathing harshly against the fabric, his hands continuing their exploration, fingers touching the spot that had him salivating, hungry for a taste. Your hand running up his back, fingers sinking into his hair.

“Please?”

The whisper fell from you both, one pleading, the other demanding. 

He couldn’t tell you who moved first, but soon your robe was undone and your bare, leaking cunt humping against his crying dick. The slide of your folds drew a high pitched moan from him, Jisung’s hand moving down to guide his length inside of you; almost screaming in desperation when his tip caught your aching core. 

“Fuck, Jisung, if you don’t fuck me already, I swear- oh god!” Your hands scrambled for purchase on his body. Face completely flushed and looking throughly fucked, your eyes blown wide open. Jisung groaned violently, his face flush, glasses sitting askew on his face, useless with how close you are to him. He wouldn’t even need his own eyes with the way he’s memorizing your body, memorizing the way your tight passage, the wet warmth molding itself around his length. Spongy walls searing into his very being, almost making it painful for him to pull out.

But to see the look of your face every time he pushed back in, hitting that spot inside of you each time. Your robe slipping over one of your shoulders, hair surrounding your face wildly, your bottom lip tugged roughly between your teeth. 

You’re beautiful. 

Jisung couldn’t hold the high pitched moans, your hips moving rapidly above him, knees planted comfortably on either side of him. His hands resting, squeezing, pinching at the pudginess of your ass, Jisung suddenly felt overcome with the desire to taste it. He spread his fingers, bouncing each cheek in tandem with both your thrusts and grinds. 

“Oh f-fuck, you feel so good, b-baby,” Jisung’s face screwed up, he felt as though his heart would burst from his chest. The pleasure and emotions he felt for you were bursting out of him, leaving him to babble your praises, drool slipping down his lips as he mouthed at your nipple. The peak readily being bitten and sucked to appease his desires. 

Jisung’s ears were blessed with the sing songs of your moans, whines taking on a raspy tone. Your nails digging into shoulders and biceps, breaths a stuttering gasp as you continued to ride him. He felt as if he were, the reality of the situation solidifying with each thrusts, each wet sound of your essence gushing onto his thighs and shaft. 

“‘M g-gonna, I- I- think,”

“Don’t fucking cum without me, you said you’d be a good boy for me huh?��� The furrow in your eyebrows emphasizing the filth coming from your mouth. A hand moved itself into his hair, gripping at the strands and pulling his head back, mouth falling open in immediate compliance as your lips descended onto his. 

Stopping just an inch short, Jisung whines as a glob of spit is suddenly shot into his mouth, your lips moving to his ear. 

“Swallow it, pretty,” gentle kisses are pressed into his Adam’s apple as it moves with his gulp, a large contrast to the continuance vicious movement of your lips, his hands still on your ass, squeezing and gripping, going up and down to help relieve you of some of the work. 

Jisung’s eyes suddenly zeroed in on the movement of your tits, nipples crying out to be kissed. As if under some compulsive force, his lips and teeth snag onto your right nipple, tongue laving and harshly sucking, moaning at the satisfaction running through his nerves. 

This can’t be real. 

You can’t be real.

It was as if the planets aligned, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to pure bliss, overwhelmed with the fear of it ending. Jisung latched onto your other nipple, becoming desperate to have his fill. Hands scrambling to squeeze and remember. 

His eyes moved to meet yours, still able to make you out even from the condensation on his glasses. Your eyes were fierce as you drew him closer, Jisung struggling to breathe from the intensity, willing to do whatever you asked or wanted of him as long as it meant he could stay buried between your thighs. 

You tugged his head closer, hands gripping at his hair and maneuvering his head where you wanted him. His mouth separating from your bruising and swollen nipple, a string of spit connecting him to it before breaking from the force of your hold. 

Mouths parted and touching, breaths being shared as you both drew closer to the epitome of pleasure. The high pitch of moans released in unison could’ve been heard throughout the entire neighborhood. Spurt after spurt, Jisung released inside of you, almost causing a visceral reaction from him at the fact that he just came inside you. Painting you with himself, continuing to fuck it back inside of you, hoping it would stick to you forever, leaking, dripping constantly down your legs for everyone to see. 

Jisung continued to whine even as the oversensitivity became too much. He suddenly felt your fingers slide up his shirt, pinching his nipples harshly, causing his hips to stutter and a few more spurts to release out of him. 

He slumped back on the couch, hands wrapping around you and tugging you flush against him, chests heaving. You hummed in his ear, moving your arms out from between the two of you and wrapping them around his shoulders, one hand gliding up to his hair and slowly massaging him. 

“You did so well for me, sweet boy, huh?” You turned your face, nose nuzzling his temple, Jisung pouted and tightened his hold around you. He nodded his head, moving his face to press his lips to your neck, mumbling his agreement further. 

One of your hands moved towards his face, straightening his glasses, the fog on them finally having dissipated. You pulled back, both of you wincing as you moved of him, your hand moving to cup your  cunt, moving quickly to avoid even the slightest drop of releasing. You slowly stood, your eyes dragging down his body. 

“Give me your underwear.” 

Jisung moved quickly, not wasting a second after your demand, ready to please you. The black fabric was yanked from his legs, tangling in his pants before he proudly presented them to you. The smirk on your face was pure diabolical as you slid them up your legs, snapping them against your hips. Jisung stared, mouth agape, still unable to believe that this was still happening. Never would he imagine ending his day bottomless and spent on your couch after being fucked by you. 

“Yea, we're definitely together now.” 

You bursted out laughing, your eyes falling shut, shoulders shaking. Jisung couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face, utterly content. 

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[hanquokka-mochimochicheeks]

♢ You can use me ♢

han jisung x f!reader word count: 0.8k genre: smut, established relationship, one-shot summary: your boyfriend, han, gets needy just as you're falling asleep. warnings: dry humping ⋆ oral (f) ⋆ creampie ⋆ vanilla smut ⋆ (almost) somnophilia ⋆

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“baby, are you asleep?” han whispers from behind your head. you had both settled down in bed with han spooning you. you were about to drift off before he had spoken up. your precious boyfriend was always so predictable; you knew he was needy even before he said it. he had been quietly trying to steady his breathing for a while now but he couldn’t hide how turned on he was from the way he was shuffling beside you.

“i know you’re not in the mood, and i’ve been trying to ignore it… but i’m so hard right now it hurts.” you felt him press against you and his face nuzzle into your neck; so desperate it was almost cute.

any other day you would have been fine with helping him deal with his boner, but not today. you’d had a really long day and you were actually on the verge of passing out from how exhausted you were. you were about to tell him to deal with it himself, but your sleep-deprived self ended up letting a thought slip out before you could process it. “han… you can use me” 

han froze “what? …do you mean it?” 

“mhm, ‘m too tired, don’t wanna move.”

“use me, use my pussy– i don't mind”, you said through a yawn.

with a little hesitation, han let his dick slip between your thighs, a soft moan escaping his throat. he’d never done this sort of thing before– using your body so selfishly without the expectation of making you feel good. it would be a lie if he said it didn’t turn him on more. 

he let his arms wrap around your waist and began massaging your breasts as he pushed his dick back and forth between your thighs. it felt as if he was groping a sleeping person and couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. 

“mm, ‘s warm– you feel so good”, he murmured against your skin.

you tried to ignore the little jolts of pleasure that ran through you every time his dick rubbed on your clit through your panties or he placed gentle kisses on your neck but the dampness between you legs was getting worse. 

 to your surprise, han moved down between your legs, placing his lips on your clothed cunt.

“han– you don’t need to; i’m already wet” you say softly.

“please? i jus' need a little taste.”

you sighed and let him slide off your panties. he took his time despite the pain of his swollen dick; licking up your juices and fucking his tongue into you. the wet sounds of him making out with your pussy filled the room and the whole situation had you dripping. you knew han could probably tell. 

even though han was eating you out, it was clear he was doing it purely for his enjoyment from how he moaned into you. it was like he was drunk on you. he savoured the taste; licking and sucking your clit like it was candy. 

“so sweet, baby– mmh”

your cunt was throbbing like crazy and your body was involuntarily twitching even as you focused on falling asleep. the tightness in your stomach was building but han paid no attention and moved away to turn you on your back. 

it was like you were his toy, his sex doll. he was gentle but also careless at the same time. he pushed inside you all at once, your breath hitching as you burrowed your face into the pillows. he was thrusting hard and fast; he was never like this, never this rough with you. 

“fuuuck–” he breathes out. “‘m gonna cum”

he bites down on your shoulder, hard; and that’s when you can’t ignore him anymore. “mmhh!?” you let out but it’s muffled by the pillow. he cums deep inside and you swore you could see stars. 

after pulling out, he snuggled up beside you. “thanks baby, you felt amazing.” 

you just nod in response since you couldn’t exactly complain that he’d ruined your orgasms multiple times after telling him to use you– your pride wouldn’t allow it. that was like admitting you were a slut for being used like a fleshlight.

han’s fingers brushed your thigh and you accidentally let out a moan. you’d become embarrassingly sensitive.

“awh~, did my baby not get to cum?” han cooed in your ear

you shivered from his breath and melted into his touch as he pulled you closer and began massaging your thighs. his fingers slipped under your panties and out again. you hated him teasing you since han would never stop until he heard you beg.

“please han, i need it– i won’t be able to sleep otherwise~” you pleaded

han leaned over you and looked down with dark eyes, “mmkay but i might not let you sleep at all~”

[iknow-youknow-hyunho]

feels so good (minsung x afab!reader)

Rating: Explicit (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)

Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung x Reader – reader is AFAB, I used they/them pronouns when pronouns were unavoidable + there is no description of the reader’s appearance or body (except for naming body parts, referred to as “pussy” and “breasts”)

Word count: ~14,5k

Summary: You go to a party at the SKZ dorms, play some party games, and things take a somewhat unexpected twist at the end of the night.

Content warnings: alcohol + drinking games (but no one is particularly drunk), explicit language, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), P in V sex, scratching, light spanking, use of pet names (“baby”, “kitten”)

Author’s note: this is my first SKZ fic, I hope you enjoy <3 would appreciate any and all feedback! Use protection and don’t forget to pee after sex if u have a vagina xoxo.

It was party night with Stray Kids. You were looking forward to this, but you were also quite nervous. You hadn’t been a part of their close circle for very long yet and you’d only partied with them a couple of times before in that time period. Their schedules didn’t often allow for very much time off, especially with all eight of them being free on the same evening and the next day as well. This was one of those rare instances in which they all had an entire weekend off, so you knew what that meant.

Yes, the boys were all in their twenties, but they still often acted like a group of rowdy teenagers, and if you were honest, this was one of the things you loved most about them. You liked that they didn’t take things too seriously, that they enjoyed games and having fun and doing whatever it was they felt like without worrying about what anyone else thought. They were pretty accustomed to acting silly on camera already, but especially in the privacy of their own homes, they really didn’t hold back. You enjoyed being around that kind of energy because you had always struggled to fully let out your crazy, playful side. But simply by being around them for a couple of months at this point, you were slowly starting to loosen up. And so tonight would be good. You just hoped that you could leave your worries behind and let yourself fully enjoy the chaos.

Of course it didn’t help that you had a massive crush on Minho, of all people, and were mortified of him finding out. He was so hard to read and it was definitely taking him the longest out of everyone to really thaw to you, although you did get along fairly well by now. But it just hadn’t quite reached that place of effortless ease yet that you’d gotten to naturally with most of the others – some more so than the rest. You got along particularly well with Jisung and Hyunjin and had become very comfortable being your true self around them. The rest of the group even joked around that you were Minho’s unofficial Paboracha replacement member when he wasn’t around, which happened occasionally. He was fond of quiet alone time just as much as he loved hanging out with the rest of the gang, which was something you could relate to and yet another reason you felt drawn to him. But you were very afraid of being laughed at should he find out how you felt. You knew him well enough to be pretty sure he would never be so cruel, even if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but your stupid anxiety-riddled brain still loved to present you with worst-case scenarios that you couldn’t quite disregard.

On top of that, you genuinely weren’t sure if there was something romantic going on between him and Jisung and did not want to cause problems if there was. Stray Kids were all fairly open with each other in terms of physical and emotional closeness – and had, at least partially, begun to include you in that, which you loved. They were like this even more so when the cameras were off, but you still didn’t know if there were any relationship boundaries that you weren’t aware of and did not want to unintentionally step on anyone’s toes. So needless to say, you felt there was a lot at stake.

You didn’t think it was completely unrealistic that your crush would come out at some point tonight, even though you hadn’t explicitly confessed it to anybody yet. The group was very used to teasing each other, didn’t seem to have many secrets between them, and was extremely good at reading each other – not surprising, given the sheer amount of time everyone spent together. Add alcohol and party games to the mix and the chances became exponentially higher of your secret seeing the light of day. You knew that none of the boys would ever cross any boundaries if you seriously set them and told them you didn’t want to talk about something, but you were afraid your behavior would give you away regardless. Still, you were excited for a night of fun and craziness with your eight favorite people, and you didn’t want to let your worries take that away from you.

As you were making your way over to the dorms, specifically Felix and Seungmin’s, which had been decided on as the location for tonight’s party, your phone buzzed. Minho had just texted the group chat that he would be running late, as he was still taking care of a few things. At first, disappointment washed over you. You were very much looking forward to seeing him – even if the interactions between you two didn’t always flow as easily as you wanted, just being around him made you happy. But when you thought about it a little longer, you realized this could be a good thing. It could give you a chance to loosen up and get used to the atmosphere enough to hopefully get out of your head and into the moment as much as possible by the time he got there. With that slight bit of relief in mind, you quickened your pace as you got off the subway and soon arrived at the SKZ dorms, where Felix buzzed you in once you texted him that you were downstairs. He was waiting to greet you at the door of his dorm with an enormous grin on his face and you felt your heart warm instantly at the sight.

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It was a couple of drinks, some chatting and a few quick games into the night. The atmosphere was light-hearted, everyone was loose and laughing, and you could tell the general consensus was to spice things up a little bit. And so you weren’t particularly surprised when Felix suggested playing Truth or Dare. It was a game that combined everything he loved: seeing his best friends be silly as well as bonding over shared secrets and anecdotes. Jisung, a lover of chaos, shouted his agreement quickly once Felix brought up the suggestion. Jeongin and Chan pretended like they didn’t want to play at first, but you knew from experience that once the game started, Chan could never hide his genuine laugh at the antics, while Jeongin’s appalled face in situations like these was always put on and he was, in fact, enjoying himself. The two of them alone couldn’t override the rest of the group’s wishes regardless. Even if they’d truly wanted to – one look at Felix’s pleading pout would turn anyone weak.

And so Seungmin began smirking while Changbin rubbed his hands together in glee as you all settled in a circle. Some of you sat on the floor, some on the sofas and armchairs that stood around where the coffee table usually was; it had been moved to the side for tonight. Hyunjin plopped down onto a big armchair, pulling you with him. He casually rested his arms on top of your legs as you draped them across his. Once everyone had settled you made eye contact with Felix, whose eyes glinted from the other side of the circle, before he shifted them to look at the man sitting with you.

“Hyunjin, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Hyunjin smirked, radiating confidence, his facial expression basically begging Felix to do his worst. But it was Felix, and Felix was an angel who took every opportunity to see his friends be cute with each other, so he started the game off by daring Hyunjin to kiss anyone of his choosing on the cheek. You groaned in mock annoyance as Hyunjin shifted your legs off of him in order to fulfill his dare, but just before he could, Felix told him to wait and ran out of the room quickly. When he returned he was carrying red lipstick, which he handed to his friend. The latter took it from him reluctantly and Felix grinned in delight.

While Hyunjin was applying the lipstick, Changbin couldn’t stop himself from shouting out how beautiful he looked and proceeding to offer himself repeatedly and quite enthusiastically as the “kiss victim”. This earned him a light punch on the arm from Jisung, who was next to him on the ground. Hyunjin threw his head back, laughing out loud, and shot Changbin a grin before kneeling down next to Jeongin instead. Changbin crossed his arms and sent a mock-offended pout Hyunjin’s way, but he couldn’t hold his giggle back for long at the scene that was unfolding.

Jeongin was protesting vehemently and wailing as Hyunjin got closer and closer to him, straining his neck to move his head as far away as possible. But he couldn’t prevent the inevitable, and when Hyunjin gave him a big smacker on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark, the smile on his face spoke for itself – as did the overjoyed expressions on everyone else’s. Chan reached over to pinch a fake-pouty Jeongin’s other cheek, delighted. You found yourself grinning as well as a red-lipped Hyunjin returned to the armchair and you made space for him to get back into his earlier position, draping your legs back over his body and reaching up to run your hand over his hair affectionately as you did.

Hyunjin proceeded to dare Changbin to freestyle a sexy dance, which he gladly did, quickly hijacking the playlist in order to play one of his favorite girl group songs. Then he strutted into the center of the group, half-drunk beer in hand, and gave it his all, finishing his little dance off with a hip thrust and wink in Hyunjin’s direction. The latter couldn’t stop laughing in delight the entire time – you could feel his entire body vibrating from it and it made you giggle uncontrollably as well.

You took a moment to appreciate the pure positive energy in this room. Jeongin was still shielding his eyes from when Changbin had shaken his butt in his direction; Felix was grinning from ear to ear; Jisung was doubled over in tears from laughter. You felt so warm and fuzzy inside, surrounded by your favorite people. Only Minho was missing to complete this moment. But he would be here soon, and for now everything was going as you had hoped: you were feeling quite relaxed.

Despite that, you had still decided to stick to dares for now in order to avoid any potentially awkward questions, so when Changbin picked you to go next, he ended up daring you to sing a part of one of SKZ’s songs. You groaned and smacked your hand against your forehead, knowing full well you were about to embarrass yourself. But then again – these boys embarrassed themselves all the time. And you loved them for it. Time to steer into the chaos, then. You cleared your throat exaggeratedly, then proceeded to rap Felix’s part in “Maze of Memories”, complete with a fake deep voice and terrible Australian accent, dancing around on your armchair with Hyunjin while everyone else cheered and pumped their fists.

Next you dared Jisung to close his eyes and let Seungmin feed him something without knowing what it would be. This earned you a smile from Seungmin that could only be described as pure evil before he went and got a slice of lemon to stick in Jisung’s mouth. The latter’s expression was priceless as he bit into it.

As the game wore on, your cheeks began to almost hurt from laughter. More truths and dares were flung around the group, among them: Chan eating a spoonful of hot sauce, which made him turn as red as a tomato; Felix shamefully revealing his most recent League of Legends stats; Seungmin reading out his most recent Google searches (some of which were very questionable); Jeongin letting Chan do his hair full of sparkly ribbons and little butterfly clips (no one questioning why Felix had all of these just laying around); Changbin recalling an embarrassing story about a time he’d mistakenly thought someone wanted his autograph, but they’d really just needed his signature on a receipt; Jisung revealing the weirdest place he’d ever had sex, and Hyunjin drawing a silly, purposely bad picture of one of the others and letting everyone guess who it was supposed to be. Eventually you were asked again.

You picked dare, and when Hyunjin dared you to kiss somebody on the lips with a smirk on his face, you ooh-ed right along with the rest of the group, in too good of a mood to overthink anything right now. You glanced around the room at all the boys, but you wanted this to be as comfortable as possible, so you were really only considering your two closest friends for it. And since you didn’t feel like getting lipstick on you right now, you quickly got up off of Hyunjin’s lap and crossed the circle to kneel in front of Jisung. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he giggled along with you. You made sure to ask if he was okay with this, and when he nodded you could hear Changbin cackling to one side of you and were well aware of Chan grinning on the other. Then, before you knew it, your lips were on Jisung’s and your hands had found their way into his hair.

Maybe it was the alcohol you’d had – you weren’t really drunk, but definitely tipsy. Or maybe it was a momentary lapse in reason, who knew. But all of a sudden you felt like you were experiencing that cliché shit that’s always described in romance novels or seen in cheesy movies. Like… you genuinely could have sworn that time stopped and the world around you melted away for a second. That was how good it was, and you had not been prepared to feel that way. Jisung’s hair was so fluffy, his lips were so soft, he tasted so sweet, and you wanted to deepen the kiss so badly… but it was over before you knew it, because as soon as his fingers found their way onto the small of your back and you felt his tongue lightly brush your lips, it hit you that you were currently being watched by six other pairs of eyes.

And just like that, the world came back into focus and Changbin’s signature high-pitched giggle penetrated your ears. You pulled away from Jisung and looked at him sheepishly – his mouth was still open, cheeks still flushed. Then you made your way back to the other side of the room. You settled on the floor below the armchair this time, between Hyunjin’s legs, wrapping an arm around one of them as if to ground yourself with it. The rest of the group was laughing and wolf-whistling. You made eye contact with a wide-eyed Han Jisung once more before quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat when Seungmin reminded you that it was your turn.

“Right,” you laughed, trying desperately to play it cool, and quickly asked Seungmin, who picked dare. You dared him to make what he thought Chan’s orgasm face would look like, earning hysterical laughter and cries of outrage (ahem, Jeongin). Chan himself seemed too stunned to react at all. And just like that your mood began to lighten up once more, though you would have been lying if you’d said you weren’t still thinking about the feel of Jisung’s lips on yours and that little ghost of a touch of his hands on your back. It wasn’t like he’d never touched you before – he did it all the time. But this had been different. Now was not the time though, so you willed yourself to focus on the game. Seungmin had just dared Jeongin to greet Minho like one of his cats once said man arrived. And oh. Right. Minho. There was still Minho to think about. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had been unable to keep your mind off of for months. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had forgotten about for a moment there. 

And as if he had known, just then the second oldest of the boys walked through the door. Your stomach did that somersault thing it always did when you saw him. He made eye contact with you as he entered the dorm with an extra six-pack of beers in one hand. Your heart leapt into your throat as you gave him a small wave… and then he was looking down in confusion at a red-faced Jeongin with a kiss mark on his cheek as well as ribbons and clips all over his hair. The maknae was rubbing against Minho’s legs on all fours, eventually even meowing once after the rest of the group begged him to do so. Minho’s confused expression turned into an amused smirk and he bent down to pat the youngest on the head gently. Jeongin blushed and quickly made his way back to his spot on the floor, where he buried his head in his knees. Chan reached over to ruffle his hair and the group’s giggles that seemingly hadn’t stopped all night grew even louder, reverberating around the room.

The game naturally ceased as regular conversation returned. The group caught Minho up to speed on some of what he had missed while he cracked open a beer – though for some reason no one brought up your kiss with Jisung. You certainly weren’t going to. Minho explained that he’d been intending to arrive earlier, but had had a few things to deal with that had been stressing him out. He then declared that he just wanted to relax and catch up on the drinking a little bit, and that was when Felix got that little glimmer in his eyes once more that told you he wanted to play another game – and sure enough, he suggested Never Have I Ever next.

“Come on, we haven’t played this one in ages!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking around the room for approval. Seungmin nodded his agreement as he sat back down on the floor cross-legged; he had just returned from the kitchen with a couple of bowls of chips he placed in the middle for everyone. You quickly grabbed one of them for you and Hyunjin to share. A few of the others agreed enthusiastically as well while reaching for the snacks themselves. You noticed Minho hadn’t reacted to Felix’s suggestion and the younger Australian quickly addressed him. “Come on, hyung, this’ll get you in the party mood!”

Minho had settled beside Jisung by now, the two of them sitting close together at the foot of a sofa, their backs leaning against it, their legs touching. Jisung nudged Minho in the ribs and encouraged him with a playful “Come on, baby!”, which Minho responded to with an eyeroll and a “Fine.” But a crooked little smile graced his lips and Felix clapped happily.

This particular game was one you had never played with the boys before. You were sure there weren’t many secrets between them, so to them it was probably more a game of exposing each other and targeting individuals to drink rather than actually finding out juicy secrets, but you were bound to learn quite a bit about them and them about you. And mostly everyone seemed to be in quite a spicy mood. The questions went to all sorts of raunchy places that had Jeongin shaking his head, from things as comparatively harmless as “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping” to topics such as sexual experiences and even kinks. Occasionally, innocent questions were thrown in by somebody just to keep it light (and keep Jeongin from losing his mind entirely).

Throughout the game you found yourself sneaking glances over to Jisung without initially being aware you were doing it a lot of the time. In fact, your eyes were on him almost as often as they were on Minho right now, though every time you noticed yourself looking in their direction, you tried to stop. But you couldn’t help but feel Jisung’s eyes on you too, and eventually Minho started eyeing both of you, seeming to have picked up on something. He looked mildly irritated, as if he couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on. When his eyes met yours, you quickly averted your gaze again and tried your best to focus on the game that was happening.

Which became easy once Jeongin spoke up with the next question. The question itself wasn’t shocking, especially given the direction the game had already gone in. It was the fact that it had come from the youngest, who claimed not to want to indulge everyone else’s dirty minds, that made it so surprising.

“Never have I ever had a sex dream involving someone in this room,” he grinned, eyes scanning the group as he himself raised his beer to his lips. You looked up at Hyunjin who smirked, taking a sip as well. Changbin couldn’t hold himself back from shouting “It was about me, right? You can tell them it was about me, Hyunjin-ah, it’s okay!”, which got everyone giggling again. You drank too, but avoided looking at anybody else as you did so. Actually, it seemed like everybody in the room had taken a sip at that question.

Seungmin decided to take it a step further when it was his turn next. “Never have I ever fooled around with anybody in this room,” he stated with a deadpan expression, and your eyes widened in anticipation as you looked up from your beer, trying not to make it too obvious that you were most curious as to whether or not Jisung and Minho would drink. You saw that Minho had a hand resting on Jisung’s thigh by this point. And then, sure enough, the two of them raised their beers to take a sip at roughly the same time, even exchanging a tiny little blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile as they did. You also noticed Jisung’s cheeks turning a light pink. You suddenly became very aware of your heart pounding heavily in your chest.

You did notice a couple of other beers being raised in your peripheral vision, including Hyunjin’s right next to you – you were back on the armchair at this point. But to be completely honest, you weren’t paying enough attention to really register who else was drinking. You would definitely kick yourself for this later, but right now you were simply focused on the confirmation of Jisung and Minho’s relationship being (or at least at some point having been) more than platonic – and what knowing that was doing to you.

You weren’t sure at all how to feel about it, especially because at this point in the night you were painfully aware of how badly you wanted to kiss (and do more than that with) not just Minho, but also Jisung again – that second part you really hadn’t planned on. And maybe it was just the alcohol clouding your brain, but it didn’t really feel that way, because you still weren’t really drunk. You were only taking small sips of beer and drinking lots of water in between.

It was so hard to make sense of what you were feeling. You weren’t jealous of the two of them being with each other. You wanted them to enjoy themselves and be happy, and were glad if they could give each other that. The thing was just that you wanted – like, wanted – both of them too. Badly. You couldn’t deny that at this point. And you were afraid that wasn’t ever going to be possible, nor did you want to get in the way of whatever they had going on.

But then again… you remembered the way Jisung had been looking at you, both after the kiss and several times since then. And as you were thinking about it, your eyes drifted to him and… he was doing it again. Looking at you like that. Looking at you like that with his damn fluffy hair and his damn flushed cheeks and his damn kissable freaking lips. Your heart skipped a beat and your gaze flickered over to Minho. And he looked at you too. And then at Jisung. His eyes kept jumping between the two of you, but he had an eyebrow furrowed, as if he was still trying to figure out just what was happening here. You wished you knew yourself. You gulped and tried to clear your mind, turning your attention back to the game that was resuming now that everyone had gotten all the cheering and whistling out of their system in response to the previous question.

Felix informed Minho that it was his turn, so the latter cleared his throat with a little shake of his head before glancing around the room with that devilish little glint in his eyes you’d come to love so much.

“Never have I ever pissed in JYP’s front yard.” This caused the entire room to burst out laughing, several of them clapping as they did. You clearly were missing some kind of inside joke, but it was pretty self-explanatory once Changbin whined out an “I hate you, hyung” and reached across Jisung’s lap to playfully punch Minho in the thigh. Minho shot him an overly exaggerated crazy-eyed death glare in return. Changbin raised his beer to his lips sheepishly and you joined Hyunjin in his full-body laughter that was shaking the entire armchair again as you pictured the scene. Minho looked around the room with a furtive little smile on his face, like he was really proud of himself.

The game went on for a while longer, the conversation and laughter flowed and you focused on just enjoying yourself once more. However, you still couldn’t prevent your eyes from drifting over to the two boys across from you every so often – just like you couldn’t prevent the jolt of electricity that went through your body every time you caught one of them looking at you too.

Eventually the group moved on to other games, more laughter and chatter, and finally the night seemed to be drifting towards an end as Chan began to yawn, earning him lots of teasing comments from the others (but mostly Seungmin) about how old he was. But then the others started getting quieter and more sleepy bit by bit as well, Hyunjin yawning and stretching overly dramatically every so often. You had been sort of keeping your distance from the two boys you couldn’t keep your mind off of, but had still been surreptitiously observing them. They were in a good mood, both still at fairly high energy levels – particularly Jisung, who kept suggesting more games and didn’t seem to want the night to end. You didn’t want it to either. But eventually, when even Felix became very sleepy, even briefly dozing off sprawled out on one of the sofas with his head on Changbin’s lap, the rest of you knew it was time to get going.

Felix and Seungmin hugged each of you goodbye one by one as you left their dorm. The two of them had had to stop Chan from cleaning up around the room and usher him out despite how tired he was. Minho was the last one out the door, and he couldn’t resist slapping each of the hosts on the butt as he left, even giving Seungmin a little squeeze. They shook their heads with a smile as they shut the door behind him. You sighed. It was silent out here.

You did not feel like a journey home in the middle of the night right now. But you knew that if you needed a place to stay, somebody would definitely let you crash. Chan had already told Felix he would be happy to let you stay over (or pay for a taxi if you preferred to go home) when the younger Australian had showed concern, not wanting to let you leave until he knew you’d be safe. Hyunjin was currently loitering close by you as well, an arm protectively around your shoulder, and you knew he’d have no problem offering you his bed either. You’d stayed at his and Changbin’s dorm previously when it had gotten late after you were all hanging out. In fact, that was where you were intending to go tonight again, and were just about to start heading in that direction with them when Jisung spoke up.

“Y/N, do you want to come hang out with us a little longer? Me and Minho-hyung aren’t that tired yet. You can stay over, don’t worry.” Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Did he seem… nervous? You couldn’t tell. You glanced at Minho next, but he was just looking back at you blankly, blinking a couple of times.

You’d never spent a lot of time at their dorm before, despite being quite close with Jisung, mainly because you worried about bothering Minho. But as nervous as the thought made you right now, especially after the way the night had gone, you absolutely wanted to spend more time with the two of them – even if you weren’t sure it was smart, exactly.

“Yeah, okay,” you replied, trying your best not to seem overly eager. You turned into Hyunjin’s arms to give him a quick hug goodbye, then the others as well. Chan patted you on the shoulder before he turned to walk back to his dorm with Jeongin. Changbin and Hyunjin skipped away in the opposite direction arm in arm. And that left you in the dimly lit hallway with Minho, Jisung and a racing heart.

“Well, let’s go then,” Minho said and again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You thought there was the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips, but it was dark and he was Minho, so who knew, really. Either way, you followed him as he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. It was a short walk across the courtyard to their dorm and as you entered the cold night air, a brief shiver went through your body. Jisung put an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder, and the two of you walked the rest of the way like that. It wasn’t far, but it was so silent the entire way that it somehow felt longer than it should have. But you were smiling nonetheless. And you were suddenly quite aware of how good Jisung smelled.

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Once inside the boys’ dorm, you were wracking your brain trying to think of something to say to break the silence, but you couldn’t come up with anything and you cursed yourself for it. For once you actually sort of wished you were drunker, so you maybe wouldn’t be worrying so much about embarrassing yourself. Although then again, maybe it was good you weren’t, because who knew what you would say if you weren’t thinking clearly. As it was, you were already pretty sober again and the boys didn’t seem particularly drunk either. Jisung was a lightweight, but he usually sobered up fairly quickly and the night air seemed to have helped him along, while Minho could hold his liquor pretty well and hadn’t ended up drinking that much tonight after all. He got each of you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted, sitting at their kitchen island and tracing the pattern of the granite with your fingertip.

You looked up and noticed Minho quirking an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks get a little hot. You needed someone to speak. Now. This was unbearable. Were they feeling the same way you were? Or were they relaxed? Why weren’t they saying anything? Anything, any topic at all, please. You thought about the evening you’d just had, whether there was something you could use to start a conversation. And then you had it. You took a deep breath and put on a smile.

“So Changbin really pissed in JYP’s yard, huh?” This instantly set Jisung off in a fit of hysterical laughter, doubling over and clutching the kitchen counter for support. You breathed a sigh of relief as you continued. “I need to hear the whole story. Please.” And just like that the tension lifted again as the boys recounted the event, you commenting how badly you wished you’d been there in between giggles.

The conversation naturally moved onto other topics from there and things felt right and normal again between all three of you. These were the boys you’d gotten to know as good friends over the past few months and you even began to wonder what you had been so in your head about all night. The three of you chatted about all sorts of things for a little while and eventually you landed on the topic of movies. When you confessed that you’d never actually seen a Deadpool movie, Jisung was so taken aback he suggested you watch the first one instantly.

And so the three of you ended up on Minho’s bed with the movie playing on his big TV screen. You knew he had one in his bedroom because he loved nothing more than to relax watching an anime when he wanted some alone time. The TV was nicer than the one in the living room and the bed was big enough for the three of you to be comfortable, so here you were. Jisung had instantly sprawled out in the middle, insisting he needed cuddles from two of his most favorite people, and you both gladly indulged him – though you did catch Minho rolling his eyes jokingly as Jisung pulled him down and flung his right arm around his shoulders. You settled against his left side, taking in his scent and giggling at the way his hair tickled your forehead. Then you began to watch the movie.

About twenty minutes into it, you felt your stomach growl a little bit. It was around 2 am; not excessively late yet, since the party had begun fairly early, but you did realize that you hadn’t had a proper meal since this afternoon. You hoped no one had heard you, but either Minho had or he was hungry himself, because not long after, be briefly paused the movie and offered to take a quick walk down the street to the boys’ favorite late-night fast food place to grab something for you all, saying he wanted some fresh air anyway. Jisung quickly nodded eagerly and you confessed you were hungry too. You asked Minho if he wanted any company, feeling bad about sending him out by himself at this time of night, but he said he didn’t mind and told you guys to continue watching; he’d seen the movie enough times anyway. And that was how he ended up leaving you two alone in his bedroom… and all of a sudden your mind was right back in the place you had fought so hard to get it out of earlier.

You tried to concentrate on the movie. You really did. But you weren’t catching a damn thing that was happening on the screen. You were overly aware of every single thing about Jisung – his earthy scent you’d decided you really liked; the way his hair was still brushing against your forehead; the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing; the curve of his collarbone under your head. His heartbeat, which you swore was a little quicker than it should have been. You were also overly aware of your own heartbeat, which was definitely quicker than it should have been and seemed much louder than usual. And suddenly you were terrified that he had noticed it too, that he suddenly knew exactly what was going through your mind. You slowly turned your head, hoping to sneak a glance at his expression and gauge the situation. And he was looking right at you. Your heart stopped momentarily and your belly fluttered in the way that had been reserved for Minho and Minho only up until now. You wanted to look away before it got awkward. You wanted to but you couldn’t, because he was looking at you like that again. Like he had been all night. Like… like he wanted to kiss you again.

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. His eyes flickered to your mouth. Then back up to your eyes. Then back to your mouth. And then he was kissing you. His hands found your waist. One of yours crept up to caress his jaw while the other instantly tangled itself back into the hair you had been dying to touch again all night. You melted into his embrace.

The kiss was sloppy in the most perfect way, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel every part of him, from his hands that were finally resting properly on the small of your back, to his legs that had become entangled with yours, to his tongue – Jisung’s tongue, your friend Jisung’s tongue – to his hipbones, to his crotch, where you felt something twitching and beginning to grow hard. A small moan escaped you. And all of a sudden this was very real. And you remembered that you were in Lee fucking Minho’s bed. You suddenly pulled back a little bit, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jisung’s eyes found yours again, searching.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said breathlessly. For a second you forgot what you were going to say as you looked at him – his messed-up hair, his flushed face, his dilated pupils, his glistening mouth that had tasted so sweet. And oh no, he was biting his lip. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asked, voice full of concern. You had to tell him. You had to be honest before this went any further. It was too weird for you to be doing this. But wow, you did not want to tell him. Especially not when you could be kissing him instead.

“I… I need to be honest with you about something,” you groaned. This was so embarrassing. Was he going to hate you? Tell you it was messed up to have been kissing him when you were harboring feelings for his best friend? Or was it his boyfriend? His sexual partner? Did it matter? Oh god, you didn’t want to ruin it all. But you couldn’t ignore it.

“What is it, baby?” Oh, now why did he have to call you that? Didn’t he realize he was making this even more difficult for you? His eyebrows were furrowed. “Is everything okay?” And it was too late to back out of the truth now, because he was actually worried, and you weren’t going to leave him feeling that way. The mood was probably already ruined regardless. You averted your gaze.

“I… don’t know if we should be doing this. I kind of… um… have a thing for Minho? Oh god.” You could see the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upwards out of the corner of your eye and felt his gaze on your skin like it was burning you. “Don’t look at me. Ugh. I’m so sorry. It was so weird of me to be all over you like this, I don’t know what got into me, I’ve had a crush on Minho for months and I don’t even know what’s going on between you two – not that you need to tell me, I just don’t want to butt in, I promise I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, oh god this is so fucking embarrassing, I can totally understand if you want me to leave, I can call a cab or maybe Hyunjin is still awake and I can go over there instead, just please tell me we can figure out a way to keep being friends, I…” You trailed off. The silence was deafening. Your cheeks were on fire. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You had to look up at him, didn’t you? You did not want to. You swallowed once. And peeked. He was smiling. Why was he smiling? Was he laughing at you? That would be even worse than you’d feared. You were about to turn your eyes away again when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

“Jisung.”

“Just… take a breath, okay? Everything’s fine.”

“If everything’s fine, why are you laughing at me? Maybe this is amusing to you, but it’s not to me, this is mortifying, I don’t want to lose my friends, I’m so embarrassed right now, I don’t even know what to-”

And all of a sudden you were cut off by his lips again. You quickly pulled back. He moved with you. His eyes were laser focused on your mouth. He looked like he was getting ready to devour you. You wanted to let him so badly.

“Jisung!”

“Y/N!” He was giving you nothing. You groaned. You kissed him. You couldn’t help yourself. You were melting into the kiss again, into him. His tongue was so soft and felt so good in your mouth. Your arms snaked around his waist. His hand made its way to your ass. Your eyes shot open. You detached your lips from his once more and put a little space between your bodies, placing a hand on his chest to ensure the distance was kept this time. You could still feel the heat radiating off of him. It was intoxicating.

“Jisung, we need to focus! Minho will be back any second, this is weird!” You looked at him, trying to convey how serious you were with your eyes, but it was difficult when you were sure you were in just as flustered and flushed a state as he was – and seeing him like that was making it very hard to concentrate. He sighed, but there was still a little smile on his lips.

“Look, Y/N, I wasn’t necessarily expecting it either, but I don’t know, I think I like you.”

“I mean… you were definitely kissing me like you do.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “You kissed me first!”

“That’s… true. But in my defense, it was only because Hyunjin dared me.”

“To kiss anybody in the room. Not me specifically.”

“I hate you.”

“I wanted it.” He grinned at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“But… Minho?” You swallowed uneasily.

“What about him?”

“I just told you I like him.”

“I know.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yeah.”

“Does he like you?”

“Yeah.” He said it so nonchalantly. It drove you crazy.

“Don’t you think this is way too complicated?”

“I think you’re making it a lot more complicated than it needs to be.” You smacked your own forehead at his words.

“Now what on earth does that mean?”

“Look, Y/N, the way I see it, it’s kinda simple. I like Minho, so I kiss Minho. I like you, so I kiss you.”

“But I like Minho.”

“Do you like me?”

“I think so.”

“Then kiss me.”

“I want to, but – stop!” He was moving closer again. “Doesn’t it bother you that I like Minho?”

“No, why? Minho’s great. And beautiful. I totally get it.”

“Well, you said he likes you. And I don’t want to, like… cause any problems.” Jisung smiled at your concern. You did not want his pity.

“Look. I know Minho can come across as kind of… possessive? But trust me. He will not be bothered by us hooking up. The only thing he might be bothered by is if we didn’t offer to include him.” You swore you forgot how to breathe for a moment when you heard those words. Jisung clearly noticed your reaction, because his smile widened considerably. He was enjoying this, wasn’t he? You couldn’t even tell if he was being serious. What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

“Did I just hear you right, Han Jisung?”

“You did.”

“You’re suggesting we hook up… with Minho.”

“I am.”

“You want us to hook up. With Minho. You. And me. And Minho. Yes?”

“Yup.” He clearly noticed you were not processing this at all, so he continued. “Did you think I was just hoping to get in a secret quickie with you before he came back? You know the restaurant’s not that far away, right? He’s already been gone longer than I thought.”

“Were you guys… planning something? Is he, like… expecting to come back to this?”

“Nope. But sometimes things happen. And so you go with the flow, you know?”

“You didn’t talk to him about wanting to have… a threesome… with me tonight? That’s not why you invited me over?”

“Nope. We just wanted to hang out. But now I want to have a threesome. Do you want to?”

“I mean… yes? But, like. Will Minho even want to?”

“We’ll ask him.” He made it sound so simple.

“Does Minho even like me?” You were terrified of the answer.

“Don’t know. I know he thinks you’re really hot, though.”

“He told you that?”

“Lots of times.” Oh. Well, that was that. Your brain had officially stopped working. How were you supposed to process this information? And it was almost scary, the way Jisung seemed to be reading your mind right now, because the next thing he said was: “I want you to stop thinking so much about it all. You don’t need to figure it out.”

“I… don’t?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.” His voice had become an almost-whisper as he had inched his way closer to you once more, now taking the hand that had been placed on his chest into his own and intertwining your fingers. You could feel the breath coming from his mouth when he spoke. Something in you wanted to protest more – that part of your brain that was such a seasoned overthinker that it short-circuited whenever something interrupted that process. But Jisung wasn’t going to give you a chance to. And honestly, you were grateful to him for it. And so you gave in to the kiss once more. Fully, this time.

You lost yourself in him, let his hands roam your body, let yours roam his in return, every curve, every bone. You felt his chest contracting against yours with each heavy breath he took. When he detached his mouth from yours you almost whined in protest, until he attached it to your neck instead and you forgot everything, focused only on how good his teeth felt on your sensitive skin, saliva everywhere. Your hands slid under his sweater. His skin was so smooth; you could feel the muscles in his back and stomach tensing as you ran your hands all over them, caressing him, incoherent moans escaping you. He was perfect. And he was so good at this. Why was he so good at this?

“Mmh, Jisung. So… good,” you moaned into his hair and he began sucking on your neck even more aggressively at that. His sweater was slipping off his shoulder and you wanted to get him out of it so badly. Your hands reached for the hem of it, began pulling it up… and just then you heard the sound of a key in the lock. And you froze for a moment. Jisung looked up at you. You made eye contact with him. His eyes were glinting like he knew something you didn’t. Like he was almost sure Minho would be happy to join you. Meanwhile you were terrified once again of Minho coming into his own bedroom, finding you in this state with his Han Jisung, and being absolutely disgusted. But the situation was what it was now. And his steps were coming closer to the bedroom. Your belly did a somersault. And he came through the door.

You had moved away from Jisung a little bit and attempted to smooth your clothes down. Regardless of all that, you knew your neck was a mess, so it was probably pointless to even try to look presentable. But it had been an automatic reaction to try and fix your appearance. Jisung had done no such thing. His hair was all over the place, his sweater was still half off, and there was a very obvious erection straining against his jeans. Not to mention the lust-filled grin that was plastered on his face as he looked at the man that had just come through the doorway.

“Hi, Minho,” he grinned.

“Um, hi guys,” the older of the boys responded and you noticed the corner of his mouth quirk up. You looked away quickly when his gaze met yours, hating the fact that you were so nervous again. “What’s going on here?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice as he reached for the remote to pause the movie that was still running. Both you and Jisung couldn’t stop yourselves from chuckling as you realized it had been on this whole time.

“We, uh… might have gotten a little distracted,” you said sheepishly after your giggles had subsided.

“I can see that.” Minho smirked as he observed the state the two of you were in. “Well, there’s fried chicken in the kitchen, but I’m sure it can be reheated later.” You couldn’t help but giggle again at that deadpan statement.

“Minho-hyung.”

“Yes, Han?” Your heart was pounding as you looked expectantly at the beautiful man standing in the doorway. The man you’d dreamed about so many times. The man whose bed you were currently in… with somebody else. Was this the moment you were finally going to get your hands on him? Was something way beyond what you’d ever dreamed of about to happen?

“Do you want to… join us?” And yes. Jisung had really just said those words. There was no going back now. You swallowed as you awaited Minho’s response. He didn’t say anything at first. But he made his way towards the bed. It sunk as he crawled onto it and took his place on the other side of Jisung once more. Jisung could barely contain himself; he was biting his lip again and his hand was already reaching for Minho’s hip, attempting to pull him closer. But Minho looked at you again first.

“Y/N, are you comfortable with this?” And you could tell he was holding back from pouncing – on someone, anyone, either of you, both of you –, just waiting to make sure this was something you really wanted. And you loved him for it. But if he couldn’t tell by now how badly you wanted him, what with the way your eyes were dripping with lust and your chest was heaving as you stared at him, then you were better at acting than you’d thought.

“God, just get in here, Minho.”

He did not need to be asked twice. He pounced. His lips were on yours in an instant and it was everything you’d ever imagined it to be. He was rough in all the right ways and he tasted even better than you could have dreamed. As you ground into Jisung’s hip, he hoisted Minho’s thigh over his other side, attaching his lips to the older boy’s neck. Then he quickly began to unbutton Minho’s shirt as the two of you continued to make out messily, pausing in between for air and to finally help Jisung out of his sweater as well. You’d never seen the younger of the two quite this excited before and it did things to you that you had no words to describe.

Both of them were so beautiful. Both of them smelled so good. Their scents were all over the room as sweat was already mingling, and you briefly pulled away to take your own shirt off as well. Both pairs of eyes were on you as you did so, and you returned the gaze, looking at their bodies in awe. Jisung had begun unbuttoning his jeans now and Minho reached a hand down to stop him.

“Let me.” The way he said those words sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly he was pulling you back towards them as well, shoving you down next to Jisung. You began kissing and biting the younger of the two all over his ear, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere you could reach as Minho took his time unbuttoning the man’s jeans and sliding them down his legs excruciatingly slowly, taking his underwear right along with them.

“Don’t be shy now,” Minho said to you as you stopped what you were doing to look at Jisung’s boner that stood against his belly, twitching in arousal, all but begging to be touched. “I’ve had my fun with it plenty of times. You can get us started.” And so you did. You trailed your hand down towards Jisung’s crotch and around the general area first; his lower body bucked upwards when your fingers brushed the inside of his thigh. He let out a small whine, already breathing heavily, cheeks pink, lips slightly parted. And then you were wrapping a hand around his length, giving it a couple of slow pumps, loving the way it felt pulsing under your palm. Jisung groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head. You caught Minho watching him in awe and thought you might just about die.

You were very aware of your own wetness pooling in your underwear and your pussy twitching, heat coiling in your lower belly. You leant down to place a few excruciatingly soft kisses around Jisung’s crotch and finally on the tip of his cock, before pulling away to start removing your own pants. Minho took the opportunity to attach his mouth to Jisung’s cock and when you heard the moans coming from the younger man, you felt like you couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. Minho was straddling Jisung’s legs by now and Jisung’s hands were grasping for the other man’s crotch too, attempting to rub him through his pants before awkwardly stretching his body to reach for the buttons and fumbling with them desperately. Minho stopped him, pulling his mouth off of his penis with a pop, then sat up straight and smiled. He kept doing that – smiling like that – and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he did. But Jisung’s whine at the loss of contact pulled your attention back to him for a moment.

“Y/N, take over,” Minho ordered, and you took his place eagerly. As you positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs and bent down to take him into your mouth, you felt the bed shift as Minho presumably got undressed… and then you felt his hands begin to roam you from behind. They went all over your body, helping you out of your bra before sliding your underwear off and tossing it to the side. There was so much going on that you luckily only had a brief moment to feel self-conscious as you knew Minho was inspecting your ass and pussy from the back. His hands were kneading your ass cheeks while Jisung was grabbing at your breasts desperately. At the same time you could feel him thrusting up into your mouth and heard his moans quickening… at which point Minho pulled you off of him and flush against his own naked body instead. You gasped at the feel of his erection against your ass and his hands all over your breasts, kneading, pinching. You turned your head slightly to look at his face, panting. He was smiling at Jisung.

“Not yet, baby,” he told him, before pressing several kisses against your shoulder and the crook of your neck that were so soft you almost burst right then and there, your entire body tingling. You arched your back against him, grinding back against his crotch. His chest was slick with sweat against your back. When he looked up from your shoulder, you tried to catch his lips with yours, but he just teased you with an evil grin before flipping you onto your back next to Jisung once more. You turned your head towards Jisung and the two of you looked at each other, completely breathless. A small giggle escaped you which Jisung quickly reciprocated before pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips. You bit and sucked on his bottom lip for a few moments, then turned your head to look up at Minho as Jisung kept kissing and nibbling along your cheek, your neck, your ear. Your eyes trailed up and down the body of the man you’d been lusting over for months. He looked unbelievable, kneeling over you like that. When your eyes met you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning.

You grasped one of his hands, brought his index finger to your mouth and ran your tongue along it before beginning to suck on it, never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. He was watching you intently. You were aching to be touched. He began to lean down, bringing his face impossibly close to yours. You reached for the back of his neck, ready to pull him into a kiss, already feeling his breath on your lips, so eager to taste his mouth once more… but he stopped just short of it again, smirked at you once, then turned his attention to Jisung.

He pulled Jisung’s face off of you before kissing him passionately, deeply, as you could only watch in awe. It was too much.

Your hand found its way to your pussy and you began rubbing your clit while simultaneously spreading your wetness around your folds. You whimpered at the sight of the two of them messily making out, tongues battling as their naked bodies ground against each other. You squeezed your legs together tightly once before pressing a first cautious finger into your pussy, then a second. Your other hand had made its way to your own mouth and you moaned into your palm softly, holding back a little bit. Still, the boys broke their kiss to look at you. It took everything in you not to look away – you were so overwhelmed, so turned on you thought you might burst, so self-conscious but still unable to stop touching yourself at the sight of them.

“I think Y/N needs some attention, hm?” Minho purred at Jisung. “What do you think? Want to put that tongue of yours to good use?” Jisung began grinning again before sliding his body down the bed a little bit, motioning for you to position yourself on top of his face.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, but he was nodding eagerly before you had even finished your question. Minho took you by the wrist, practically forcing you to stop fingering yourself, and helped you position your body above Jisung’s face, slowly lowering you down until your pussy made contact with the younger’s mouth. You moaned loudly as soon as it did, grabbing onto the bed’s headboard to steady yourself as your body arched in response. Jisung put a hand on each hip to steady you, and as he ate you out, Minho began to give the rest of your body attention again. His hands and lips were all over you, squeezing your nipples, kissing you behind your ear and all down your back, making you shiver all over. He lightly slapped your ass cheeks and came back up right next to your ear to ask you in an excruciatingly seductive tone if that was okay for you. You nodded quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked. “That feel good?”

“Mhmmmm,” you moaned back as he slapped you a couple more times.

“What about Jisung? Is he making you feel good?” You could only respond with unintelligible noises as the younger’s tongue penetrated you deeper at the sound of his name.

“M-Minho,” you brought out breathlessly. You were a bit nervous to ask him for anything, but your arousal overrode your embarrassment. “C-can you scratch me?” You panted. “Please?” You swore you could hear the smirk in his voice when he answered.

“You want me to scratch you, kitten?” You nodded, still moaning and holding onto the headboard for dear life, the muscles in your arms flexing. “As you wish, beautiful.” You barely had time to process the fact that he had just called youbeautiful before his nails were on you. All down your back, along your thighs, your hipbones, everywhere. You moaned even louder. Your body was reacting beyond your control, you could feel the tightening sensation in your lower belly growing exponentially and your legs began to shake so that you wondered if you would even be able to remain upright long enough to orgasm.

“You like that, huh?” Minho spoke, and you nodded wildly, still desperately trying to keep your body stable. He kept going, grinding against your ass, scratching you and peppering you with kisses all over your neck and back while Jisung held you steady with a firm grip on your hips. Your thighs were quivering at this point and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Jisung pulled away for an excruciating moment, placed unbelievably soft kisses on the inside of your thigh, and when his lips and tongue reattached to your pussy once more, it didn’t take long before you went over the edge. Minho had added one of his fingers into the mix, steadily circling your clit with it as Jisung kept eating you out. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as your orgasm washed over you and you let the two of them hold you up as you rode it out, eyes closed in pure bliss until the last of the waves of pleasure had rocked through your body.

Then you slowly lifted yourself off of Jisung with Minho’s help, slumping with your back against the headboard, and looked at the two of them sheepishly. You were well aware your mouth was still open but you were incapable of closing it fully at this point in time. You looked at Minho; he was still wearing that mischievous expression. You looked down at Jisung, who was wiping your juices off of his lips, sucking them off his own fingertips as he made eye contact with you. Then you broke into a smile.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed. The boys laughed. It was silent for a couple of seconds save for the sounds of all your heavy breathing.

“Are you done, baby?” Minho asked from where he knelt in front of you.

“God no,” you responded, earning more chuckles from the two of them. “Just give me a moment.” Your chest was still falling and rising rapidly while your body felt so heavy and sensitive that you didn’t think you could move just yet. “Can you keep yourselves busy for a few minutes?” They both looked at you as if that was a stupid question and instantly were all over each other once more. Jisung grabbed Minho by the hips and pulled him down until he was straddling him. They began to make out desperately, hips grinding against each other, pornographic sounds coming from both of their mouths.

Jisung’s hand found its way between Minho’s legs and when the older of the two broke the kiss briefly to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes tightly shut and let out a strangled moan, you nearly lost it. The veins in his neck were very visible and he had never looked better. No. You most definitely were not done with them yet.

You watched them for a few minutes more, taking in every detail. Jisung’s smooth body, the muscles in his arms tensing up as he had one hand buried in Minho’s crotch, the other wrapped around his ass to hold him down against him. Minho’s thighs on either side of him. God, those thighs. You were feeling your own arousal begin to build quickly again and cautiously reached down to touch yourself once more, slowly letting yourself get accustomed to the sensation again without overwhelming your still very sensitive body.

You ached to taste Minho again, to shove your tongue in his mouth, to get your hands on him, on his dick which you had yet to have your fun with. You began crawling towards him, reached a hand into his hair, gently turned his head in your direction. His half-lidded eyes met yours and there was that smile again. You tried to pull his face towards you, but just before his lips met yours, he moved them to your neck instead. You groaned.

“What’s- ah! What’s wrong, kitten?” he brought out breathlessly in between moans as Jisung kept pumping his hand up and down his cock. You looked down at it until Minho used his spare hand that wasn’t currently clutching onto Jisung’s shoulder to pull your face back up by your chin and force you to look into his eyes. “What do you need?” As he said that, he trailed his hand down your front until he reached your pussy, where he began slowly circling your clit once more with two of his fingers.

“Mmh- Minho, oh god.” A shiver went through you and you closed your eyes to let the sensation fully wash over you. He was using just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed excruciatingly slow circles over your clit and you forgot everything else for a moment.

“Tell me, kitten,” he huffed out.

“M-Minho… need… you,” you panted. Your hips were bucking in his direction every time he completed a circle and you wanted to feel him inside of you immediately. “P-please. Just fuck me.” You opened your eyes to look at him again. He had reached his other hand down to stop Jisung jerking him off and caressed the younger man’s hand gently before reaching past him to the bedside table, where he retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He looked down at his roommate lovingly, then back up at you.

“Jisung’s been waiting a little longer than me. Don’t you think we should let him go first?” You looked at Jisung and his eyes were so wide, so full of desire. Minho didn’t even wait for your response before he unwrapped the condom and began to slowly pull it down over Jisung’s cock, which you noticed was twitching and already dripping precum. You felt your mouth begin to water, despite the devastating loss of Minho’s fingers on your clit. When he had finished putting the condom on the younger man, he moved to lay down next to him again. “What do you think, Jisungie?” Minho asked him, running a finger down his stomach, trailing it between his legs, grazing his cock, causing Jisung’s hips to jerk upwards.

“Mmh… Y/N. Can I? Can I f-fuck you?” He was panting. He looked incredible. You nodded and moved to straddle him. Who were you to turn him down?

“God, please,” you breathed out, but just before you could settle on top of him, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over so you were on your back beneath him instead. Your head hit the pillow and you glanced to the side to make eye contact with Minho for a moment. He was licking his lips and moved to stroke your cheek with his hand. You leaned in towards him, but he gently pushed your face back to look at Jisung instead. You complied, your initial frustration forgotten quickly as your eyes settled on the younger of the two who was now towering over you. He had reached up to push a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arm flexed tantalizingly as he did so.

You reached your hands up to run them over his chest and stomach, feeling every breath that he took. His skin was hot and slick with sweat and you reached up to his neck to pull his face down to meet you. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue pushing into your mouth eagerly. Your breath was already quickening from the exhilaration of the kiss alone. When you felt his hand reach down to grasp himself and slowly begin to position his cock at your entrance, it sped up even more in anticipation. You reached your own hand down to spread yourself for him.

He slowly pushed into you and each little bit further he went sent new waves of pleasure radiating out from your stomach through your entire body. He already felt so good and he had barely even begun.

“Mmh… feel so good, baby…” he groaned as if he was reading your mind again, eyes closed, mouth open as he continued pushing into you until he bottomed out. Then, slowly at first, he began to thrust.

“Oh fuck,” you couldn’t contain your moans. “Jisung!” His hands were on either side of your head now, grasping the pillow for support. Yours were on his ass, pulling him closer, pushing him deeper into you as you slid your hips up and wrapped your legs around his back to find just the right angle. You closed your eyes for a moment, just feeling him, the indescribable sensations going through your body. Both your voices filled the room in time with his thrusts as he settled into a rhythm.

You heard Minho groaning next to you too and when you turned your head to look at him once more, you saw he was slowly stroking his own cock while looking at the two of you. Knowing he was getting off on watching you both amplified your pleasure tenfold and you didn’t even know where to look at this point. You wanted to see both of them. But Jisung enclosed your mouth in yet another desperate kiss, taking the decision off your hands as he continued to thrust into you, though you could already feel his movements speeding up and becoming slightly more erratic as he whined into your mouth in pleasure.

You bucked your hips up to meet his movements and help him keep the pace. He pressed his forehead against yours as he moaned your name against your mouth. You reached one of your hands up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He grabbed your hand with his own and intertwined your fingers against the pillow next to your head. You felt Minho begin to place soft kisses all over both of your hands as he continued to writhe against the sheets next to you, still stroking himself agonizingly slowly. You could see his chest rise and fall out of the corner of your eye.

Meanwhile Jisung’s movements were becoming even more frantic. His hand was still on yours, squeezing tight, but he buried his face in your neck again, allowing your skin to swallow up the sounds still coming from his mouth.

“Mm- so close, baby,” you felt him groan out, the vibrations from his lips shooting through your entire body. “So… close…” He turned his head to meet Minho’s face in a hungry kiss, then looked back at you, the veins in his neck popping out, jaw clenched from how hard he was trying not to cum right now. Yet he didn’t slow his movements down.

“Let go, baby,” you whispered, squeezing his ass hard with the hand that was still resting there. And that was all it took. With a few final big thrusts, you felt his cock pulse inside you as he hit his climax, until his movements gradually slowed down. He was panting against your neck again, still holding onto your hand for the final few sporadic, lazy thrusts before he pressed one more kiss to your neck, then came back up to your face to attach his lips to yours again for a moment. Finally he pulled himself out of you, collapsing next to you and trying to catch his breath. You grinned at him and stroked his cheek affectionately. He laid there with his eyes closed for a few moments more before blinking them open and looking at you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen so fast!”

“It’s- oh! It’s o-kay… mmh…” Minho’s hand had latched onto your pussy so fast you barely had time to register it as the sensation overwhelmed your body. You reached down to stop its movements before you completely lost your mind again. “I still have this one to get through, after all.” You cocked your head in Minho’s direction and grinned at Jisung, who was wiping sweat off his forehead, where his hair had started to curl slightly. Minho had moved his attention to your breasts, kissing them, then between them, then your belly, then your hipbones.

“Still sorry,” Jisung panted. “I wanted to make you cum.” He pouted a little bit.

“You already did, remember?” He smiled at that.

“Don’t worry, Jisungie, you can still help,” Minho purred, looking up at him. “Do you need more of a break?” he asked you, and when you instantly shook your head he chuckled a little bit before retrieving another condom from the bedside table, sitting up to slide it over his own dick this time. You watched, entranced, until he lifted your face up by the chin with a finger and smirked at you in that way he always did again. You swore you could have cum just from that. He reached down between your legs once more and you could feel yourself trying to squeeze your thighs shut against your control as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

“Minho,” you warned him, breathing heavily. “Not like this. Need you inside me.” He complied, removing his hand from your pussy and rubbing it over your thigh once instead before leaning down to press a kiss to your hipbone again and nip at it a couple of times.

“Where do you want me, baby?” he asked as a shiver went through your body. You took a moment to ponder.

“Lay down,” you decided. “Want to ride you.” He complied.

As his head hit the pillow, Jisung began to kiss and nip at his upper body while you positioned yourself on top of him. His hands quickly gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging into them as you took his cock into your hand, loving the way it felt, and gave it a couple of strokes, which it responded to as if it had a mind of its own. Your other hand reached for your pussy to spread it again and rub your wetness around a little more before positioning Minho’s cock at your entrance.

Then, ever so slowly, you began to lower yourself onto it. A guttural moan came from deep inside Minho’s chest as he shut his eyes for a moment. Now it was your turn to smirk as you slowly took him all the way inside of you before beginning to slide up and down on his cock. He looked even hotter beneath you than you’d ever imagined, than you’d ever thought possible. When he opened his eyes again and looked at you, the eye contact while feeling him inside of you nearly drove you insane.

Jisung was currently squeezing Minho’s bicep while sucking on his neck. You leant down, hoping to kiss Minho while still keeping your hips moving up and down steadily. Just before your mouths connected, he placed his hand at your lips and shoved his finger back in your mouth instead. You were going to go crazy if he didn’t kiss you soon. You hated it. You loved it. It only made you hungrier for him. You sucked and bit at his finger eagerly, relished in his grunts, then sat back up straighter, throwing your head back.

You were starting to get tired but you could not stop going, feeling your pleasure building and building, even more so when Minho began scratching you again, on your back, your thighs, your hips. You arched your back, shut your eyes, moaned his name. He kept his hands on your hips now and slowly his grip began to tighten, holding you down until you couldn’t move anymore. Then he pulled himself up until he had his arms around you tightly and his face at your breasts, kissing them, sucking on your nipples one after the other, licking a stripe up your neck. Then he was lifting you off of him.

“Turn around,” he instructed. “On your knees. Jisungie, you want to help?” The younger nodded excitedly. “Good. Get below them. You can help keep them steady.” Jisung complied. You were straddling his thighs again as Minho gently pushed you down so you were on all fours, hands on either side of Jisung’s head, faces dangerously close together. Then Minho positioned himself behind you again, this time lining himself up with your entrance, asking if you were ready and slowly pushing his cock inside of you once more when you told him you were.

The moan that left your body was the loudest one yet as he bottomed out inside of you, instantly hitting a very deep angle. Jisung swallowed your sounds up hungrily, mouth all over yours. Then Minho grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back. Your upper body slid down a little until your face was on Jisung’s chest and all three of you rocked along with the entire bed as Minho thrust into you steadily. Jisung’s hands moved from your hips, where he had been holding you in place, to your breasts and began to play with them while you moaned into his burning skin. You were sure the two men were looking at each other over your head and just the thought of that turned you on even further, if that was possible.

Minho held your wrists in place with only one hand as the other scratched down your back slowly once, causing a shiver and eliciting more moans, before he used it to repeatedly slap and knead your ass in time with his thrusts. One of Jisung’s hands reached down to your clit and you knew you were going to be done for very soon.

You were trying to moan out names – either of theirs, both of theirs. You were trying to say “theretherethere ohgod right there”, you were trying to say “fasterharderpleaseohfuck” – but what came out of your mouth was fully incoherent at this point. It didn’t seem to matter, because Minho was clearly on the same wavelength as you. You were aware of his grunts and groans growing more frequent, you were aware of his hips smacking against your ass faster and faster as he fucked you harder, deeper, hitting just the right spot over and over, and you were aware of your pleasure building and building until it felt almost impossible to bear.

“Gonna… cum…” you managed to groan out against Jisung’s sweaty skin, and just before you did, Minho pulled your body back up against his. His movements slowed again for a brief moment, and then he was turning your face towards his and before you could process what was happening, his lips finally consumed yours – deeply, intimately, passionately. When his thrusts sped up again your climax hit you so fast and hard you almost bit down on his tongue, nearly screaming into his mouth as your pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling through your trembling body. When it finally started to slow down and your soul reentered your body, you were so grateful for Jisung holding onto your thighs below you, because you might have fallen over otherwise.

“Almost… there…” Minho groaned against your mouth. “Hold… on… baby.” Your hands curled into fists as you steadied yourself against Jisung’s chest, focusing on how hot Minho sounded when he was desperate like this, knowing you would let him fuck you for as long as he needed no matter how much it took out of you. But he came not long after with a shaky moan, hands holding your hips in place as he rutted into you frantically, then slower, slower, until he stopped. His forehead rested against yours. You both stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed. Then he kissed you once more, so softly this time, before pulling out of you, smoothing your hair down gently with one hand.

You collapsed half-on top of Jisung and he chuckled into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temples and the top of your head. You felt Minho’s lips ghost against the scratches on your back once, twice, three times before he collapsed next to the two of you as well, resting his head against Jisung’s shoulder.

There was silence for a little bit. You felt so heavy, in the best way. The world around you seemed muted, like everything had been dipped into candlelight – not just your vision but your hearing as well, the sounds of the boys’ breathing muffled as the blood rushing through your head finally started to slow down.

Jisung rested a hand on your back and you were so sensitive to the touch you almost jerked away from it, but once you got used to it, it felt so good, grounding you. His naked body beneath yours was warm and comfortable. You slowly fluttered your eyes open again and looked at Minho across from you. You reached out to touch his face, caress his cheek gently, then turned your face down to Jisung’s chest to press a kiss to it. Then you rolled onto your back, legs still intertwined with Jisung’s, and looked up at the ceiling. Just like before when you guys had first entered the dorm, you were the one to break the silence, but this time it wasn’t awkward.

“Wow.” A single word. And all three of you huffed out little laughs, looked at each other – and you had never been happier, never felt more blissful, more relaxed, more at home. You couldn’t have wiped the smile off your face even if you’d wanted to. After another moment you spoke again. “Um, we might need to try watching that movie again another time.” The sound of the boys’ soft laughter filled your heart with joy and your stomach fluttered again. You loved the way it felt this time.

“You’re both so fucking hot,” Jisung said out of the blue and you and Minho both grinned.

“You’re fucking hot, baby,” Minho told him in return and you could only nod your enthusiastic agreement.

After a little more comfortable silence, Jisung slowly began to shift you both off of him, announcing he wanted to take a quick shower. He asked if anyone else wanted to but you informed him you couldn’t stand just yet and Minho agreed with you, so once Jisung had left, he pulled you into his arms instead. His skin felt so good against yours, so comforting. He played with your hair as you listened to the sounds of the water hitting the tiles in the shower and after a while Minho mumbled “You really are beautiful” against the skin of your temple. You turned your head up to kiss him and he reciprocated with no hesitation. There was none of the urgency from before and it was incredible in its own way, soft and sweet and perfect.

After another little while you became vaguely aware of the sound of a hairdryer at the edges of your drifting consciousness, and by the time Jisung returned you both were half asleep already, Minho’s arms tight around your middle as he spooned you from behind. You were aware of Jisung turning the TV off before he crept into the bed beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open once, met his and you both smiled before he reached over to the nightstand to turn out the light and settle down on his back. You laid your head against his chest, inhaled him deeply, draped an arm across his stomach and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. It didn’t take long.

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When you woke up the next day to daylight cautiously peeking in through a gap in the curtain, still very much tangled up in both Minho and Jisung’s bodies, you panicked for a second. But laying here with them was so soothing that you didn’t let yourself think about your worries for long, instead listening to their deep, steady breathing and letting their scents envelop you.

It wasn’t too long until they began to stir as well, blinking their eyes open not long after each other. And the way they both smiled when they took in where they were and who they were with told you everything you needed to know: this had not been a mistake. And it also would not be the end of it. If their gentle, content expressions hadn’t been enough to convince you of that, the way they softly greeted you and each other and the lazy kisses and cuddles that ensued certainly were, as well as the rest of the slow morning (or, well, afternoon) you spent together. You took your time cuddling, chatting, getting ready, eating some breakfast that Minho prepared for you all.

You didn’t talk about the situation in depth yet, but you felt no rush to. In fact, for once in your life, you didn’t want to try and rationalize or understand everything. The only thing you all did confirm was that you had enjoyed yourselves immensely and wanted to spend a lot more time together – and that was enough for now.

When you ran into Felix on your way home that afternoon, you still hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off your face that you’d been wearing all day. You stopped to chat for a few moments and you could tell he wanted to ask, but you also figured from the way his eyes were twinkling that he maybe already had an idea. Either way, you told him you’d catch up with him and the others again later – that you wanted to go home and freshen up and take a little time to yourself for now. But just before you left, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and grinned at him.

“Great party, Lix.”

[channiesbaby1433]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating

[hisonlyobsession]

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it glows in the dark (bf!han jisung x reader)

drabble | bf!han x reader au genre: light smut | crack warnings: mature suggestive content | language Summary: han bought fluorescent green glow-in-the-dark condom and a smiles like he just cured world hunger. you? you’re just trying not to pass out laughing. a/n : i wanted to make all the members but i can only imagine jisung doing this kind of things lol

You’re straddling him on the bed, lips on his jaw, everything moving fast.

“God, I missed you,” he breathes, hands gripping your hips.

“I missed you more...”

And then mid grope, he goes :

“WAIT. WAIT. WAIT.”

You freeze. “What?!”

He wiggles out from under you like a lizard “I HAVE A SURPRISE.”

You blink. “Unless the surprise is your d—”

“TA-DAAAA!”

He holds up a shiny silver packet.

You squint.

“…No.”

“Oh yes.”

It’s fluorescent green. With a label that proudly reads:

GLOW UP: For When You Want Your Dick to Be the Night Light.

You stare. He grins like a kid who just won at a claw machine.

“IT GLOWS. BABE. IT GLOWS IN THE DARK.”

You cover your face, already laughing.

“Why would you BUY that??”

“Because I CARE about SEXUAL INNOVATION.”

“Because you’re an unhinged menace”

“Because imagine this: the lights go out. BOOM. Green saber. Science fiction but sexy.”

You wheeze. “You’re insane.”

He winks. “You ever wanted to say 'Omg, I saw stars' during sex and actually mean it? Because I can give you glowstick dick.”

You fall off the bed.

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The room is pitch black.

Except for the fluorescent green light glowing from one very specific area.

You’re on your back, trying to compose yourself.

Jisung is above you, dick fully luminated, posing like a Marvel villain.

“Prepare yourself” he whispers dramatically “for the GLOW OF PASSION.”

You choke. “Jisung—please—”

He thrusts once. You scream laughing.

“You’re glowing like a nuclear noodle!”

“Shhhhhh” he whispers, pressing a finger to your lips. “Let me light up your life.”

You slap his chest. “I can’t take you seriously.”

He gasps. “Is that what you’d say to green lantern in bed?!”

“Jisung I’m BEGGING YOU-”

He sits back on his heels, still very much illuminated and way too proud.

“Okay, but like...look at it. This is peak performance.”

“It’s radioactive! You look like your dick went to Chernobyl.”

“Why are you being mean to me in my moment of power?!”

You try to straddle him. You really try.

But you’re shaking from laughter.

Hands on his shoulders. Face buried in his neck.

“I’m trying to ride you, I really am-”

“Then ride the lightning, baby.”

You lose it.

Collapse on top of him, wheezing into the sheets.

He flops dramatically onto the bed with you.

The room now filled with the low green glow of his still very much ready junk.

Silence.

Then softly:

“…This was supposed to be the hottest night of our lives.”

You turn your head. “It is. You just accidentally made it sci-fi.”

He sighs. “Next time I’m buying the color changing one.”

You pause. “THERE’S A COLOR CHANGING ONE?!”

He grins. “We’re gonna need sunglasses for that one.”

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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.

[kcake555]

Han cake 🍰

stray kids

[emmiesoverthemoon]

reunion

pairing: han jisung x reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: han really missed you while he was away on tour…

tags: established relationship. phone sex, face riding, switch han, p in v. porn no plot. enjoy

dt my fine shyt @burlesquerade

The call came just after midnight.

You had already begun to drift to sleep, cocooned in the hush of your sheets, lulled by the familiar ache of absence. But then Han’s name lit up your phone like a flare in the dark, and with it came a visceral pulse beneath your skin.

You answered without hesitation, your voice drowsy, dipped in silk.

“Couldn’t sleep huh?”

A pause. Just his breath, frayed and shallow, carrying through the line like a confession.

“I need you,” he murmured.

There was no witty preamble. No coy deflection. Only the unvarnished truth, spoken in that ragged tone he reserved solely for you—roughened by restraint, vulnerable in a way that no one else ever saw.

Your lips curled into a faint smile, even as your own pulse stuttered. “You sound wrecked already.”

A low laugh slipped through the speaker, half-mirth, half-misery. “You have no idea what you do to me. I walked off stage still hard. I couldn't stop thinking about your voice, your mouth, the way you whisper in my ear when you’re on top of me.”

You let the silence stretch, luxuriating in the anticipation. Your fingers played absentmindedly along your thigh, nails grazing light welts into the bare skin.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

He exhaled, a sound so fragile it bordered on a whimper. “Yeah. I couldn’t wait.”

“Did I say you could?”

Another beat of silence. You could almost hear the tension winding tighter in him, the barely-leashed urge to obey warring with the pulse-deep ache of need.

“No, ma’am,” he said at last, and the tremor in his voice was delicious.

“That’s what I thought.” Your tone was velvet-lined steel. “Slow down. Start over. Long strokes. I want to hear how badly you want it.”

Han obeyed, and the sound of it—the slick, rhythmic glide of skin, the muffled curse he bit down on—sent a ripple of heat through your gut. You closed your eyes, letting yourself paint the picture; his hips tense, legs splayed wide, head tipped back against cheap hotel pillows, throat bared in helpless need. He would be flushed, you knew it, his lip caught between his teeth, every breath laced with your name even if he dared not speak it aloud.

“You’re such a mess for me,” you whispered.

“Only for you,” he breathed, brokenly. “No one else could do this to me.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna taste you,” he rasped, voice hoarse and cracking at the edges. “I want to be underneath you, tongue buried deep, your thighs wrapped around my head. I want to feel you grind against my mouth until I can’t think straight.”

Your thighs clenched involuntarily.

“What else?” you asked, your voice lower now, a murmur of heat in his ear.

“I want to beg for it. I want you to use me. I want you to tell me I belong to you. And you to me.”

There it was—that delicious unraveling. He was not just aroused; he was unmade. Every word he uttered came from a place below desire—somewhere raw and untouched that only you had access to reach.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Please. I’ve been good, I’ll do anything—anything you want.”

“Say it.”

“You own me.”

“Again.”

“You fucking own me.”

Your breath caught. God, he sounded ruined—like a man who had already fallen to his knees in his mind and was now begging to do it in body too.

“You’ve earned it,” you murmured. “Come for me, Han. Let me hear how good it feels to belong to me.”

His moan shattered through the speaker, raw and uncontrolled. You could feel the intensity of it even from hundreds of miles away—the way his body would seize, the way his face would twist with release, the way your name would spill from his puffy lips like an invocation.

And when it was over, there was only silence, save for the quiet rasp of his breath. A long pause. A stillness that felt reverent.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice worn thin. “I’m… fuck, I’m perfect. I just miss you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Your throat tightened with something tender, something real.

“Only a few more weeks,” you whispered. “Then you’re back to me, all mine again.”

“I never stopped being yours,” he replied, soft, wrecked, sincere.

The moment the front door of your home closed behind him, the air in the room shifted.

This shift was not caused by just the sudden quiet, or the scent of him—sweat and cologne and airport fatigue. It was the way he stood there, like he was frozen in place at the doorstep. Like he was waiting for permission to cross the room and touch what he had craved every night for weeks.

You watched him in silence, your legs folded beneath you on the plush bed, wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie, which swallowed your frame and made you look almost deceptively innocent.

Han dropped his bags without a word. His eyes locked on you like a starving man stumbling upon water.

“Strip,” you commanded.

It was not a request. It was an order.

His breath hitched, and he obeyed—eager fingers dragging his T-shirt up and over his head, jeans shoving down along with his boxers. He stood bare before you in the soft golden light, flushed already, his cock half-hard and twitching as though it recognized you before he could speak a word.

You rose slowly, like you were gaining your bearings, and stepped toward him. Your hand reached out, brushing his jaw, tilting his head so you could kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. But you avoided kissing him fully—not yet. The denial was intentional. The gentleness of your gestures created a beautiful, tender juxtaposition against his carnal need that felt torturous.

“You said you wanted me to ride your face until you couldn’t breathe,” you murmured, nails grazing down his chest, marking him in feather-light trails. “Still mean it?”

He nodded quickly, breath stuttering. “Please.”

“Lie down.”

He backed up without tearing his eyes away, as though keeping his sight on you was a necessity. Like you would fade away as soon as he glanced in a different direction. He sank onto the mattress and stayed still for you—limbs obedient, gaze clear in its intention.

You straddled his chest first, your bare thighs framing his ribs. He let out a low, ragged sound, but made no move. His hands clenched the sheets beside him. Waiting.

“You’re going to keep those hands there,” you said softly. “No touching unless I say so. Nod if you understand.”

He nodded, quickly—eager, desperate.

Then you moved up, inch by slow inch, until your knees bracketed his face. Your hand sank into his hair, gripping just tight enough to anchor him. And then you lowered yourself.

Han moaned—long and guttural—the sound vibrating straight into your core. His tongue flicked out hungrily, and you gasped at the first contact, your hips twitching forward instinctively.

You rocked slowly at first, savoring the way he groaned beneath you, the way his tongue moved with greedy precision, tracing your folds, seeking your reactions. He yearned to please. No—he yearned to worship.

And you gave it to him.

Your hand fisted in his hair tighter, pulling slightly, guiding him where you needed him most. Your breath quickened, thighs beginning to tremble around his face, as you ground down harder, chasing every wave he gave you.

His moans turned frantic as your pace increased, his tongue following, matching your desperation with his own. You were soaked, undone, dizzy with control.

And when you came—sharp and sudden and all-consuming—he kept licking, relentless, as though he needed your release more than his own.

You gasped his name and pulled away, trembling, barely able to keep upright on shaking knees.

“Good boy,” you breathed, your voice softened by pleasure. “So good. You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”

He was panting, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, eyes blown wide with need. “I’ve missed you.”

You leaned down, finally granting him a kiss—deep, lingering, filthy. “I missed you too. I love you.”

When you pulled away, he grasped your wrist.

His grip was now firm, intentional.

“I need to fuck you.”

His voice had changed—no longer pleading, no longer breathless. There was a heat behind it. A rawness. A dangerous edge.

You arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

He flipped you onto your back in one smooth movement, suddenly above you, his arms caging you in without crushing you.

“You made me wait. You ruined me on the phone. Now it’s my turn.”

And just like that, the dynamic tilted.

His hand slid into your hair as his mouth claimed yours—rough, possessive, hungry. You let yourself be taken, your body softening beneath his weight, giving him the power he so clearly craved.

He pulled back, eyes glittering with heat as he rose to sit on the edge of the mattress. “Suck me.”

The command landed like a spark on a dry summer’s grass.

You obeyed with a sinful smile, sliding down to the floor between his legs and taking his cock into your mouth without hesitation. He hissed a curse, hands fisting in your hair the same way you had in his. His hips jerked as you worked him with long, slow licks that turned filthy fast.

“You’re so good at this, baby,” he groaned, voice cracking. “Fuck—your mouth was made for me. Fitting me so perfectly.”

You hummed around him, watching him fall apart, watching the muscles in his thighs tense with restraint. He was close. Right there.

But then he pulled himself out of your mouth with a desperate grunt, panting as though he’d nearly lost himself. His fingers trembled slightly where they tangled in your hair, his body taut with restraint, as though even the air brushing against him was almost too much.

His cock glistened with your spit, flushed and throbbing against his abdomen as he looked down at you—eyes wrecked, jaw tight, chest heaving.

“I want to be inside you when I come,” he rasped, voice frayed and shaking. “I need to feel you.”

Before you could respond—before you could even blink—he had you gently but firmly pressed back onto the bed. His hands cradled the backs of your thighs, spreading you open with reverent hunger, and then he was above you again, covering you with his heat, his scent, his weight.

And then he slid into you—one long, deliberate thrust, deep and possessive, like he was claiming a space that had always belonged to him.

Your gasp collided with his, your back arching involuntarily at the stretch, the sudden fullness. He filled you perfectly—completely—your walls clenching around him in instinctive welcome. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted as though in silent prayer.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re—still so tight. So fucking warm. I missed this. I missed you.”

His hips began to move, slow at first—luxurious, almost taunting. He rocked into you like he wanted to feel every slick drag of your walls around him, every inch of how wet and ready you were for him. But the pace didn’t stay slow for long.

Within moments, the desperation in his veins bled into the rhythm of his thrusts. He fucked you like he had been starving for this—for you. Like every lonely night, every missed touch, every unsent message had built into this moment, and he was going to feel all of you until the ache went quiet.

“I’ve been thinking about this every night,” he gasped against your throat, voice unraveling. “Waking up hard—dreaming of your mouth, your body, how you moan for me. I’ve been waiting to fuck you for so—so long.”

And you felt it in every thrust. In the way he ground his hips deeper, hitting the spot inside you that made your thighs shake. In the way he kissed you, open-mouthed and wild, like he was trying to drink you down to your soul.

But then—you pushed back.

Hands braced against his chest, you used a brief lull to flip the rhythm, your body shifting and rolling until he was the one on his back now, blinking up at you in breathless disbelief.

You climbed atop him with deliberate grace, hair falling around your face like a curtain of silk, and slowly—so slowly—sank back down onto his cock, your jaw dropping at the depth, the way he filled you from below.

His head fell back with a ragged moan, his hands clutching at the sheets beside him.

“Holy fuck—”

But you had no intention of rushing. No—this was your rhythm now. Your pace. Your control. You rode him with devastating motions, hips rolling in hypnotic circles, grinding down on him with slow, torturous movements that left him trembling beneath you.

He could do nothing but take it. Feel it. Feel you.

You watched him come undone with every shift of your hips, every low moan that slipped from your lips as you chased your own pleasure atop him, using his cock like your own personal plaything. You leaned back slightly to change the angle, and his hands—instinctively—flew to your thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise.

Han had no desire to fight for control. He gave it.

Let you take what you needed. Let you use him.

Let you own him.

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear, your voice a sinful whisper.

“You look so good like this… beneath me. Ruined. Desperate. Mine.”

His entire body shuddered beneath you, a helpless whimper breaking from his throat. “I am yours. Fuck—do whatever you want to me. Just—don’t stop.”

But the moment you dared him—dared him to take control again—his eyes darkened. Something primal flickered back to life behind his pupils.

And just like that, he rose up with a growl, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he flipped you again—your back hitting the mattress with a gasp, your legs caught around his waist as he began to drive into you with renewed ferocity.

“You want me to take control?” he growled into your ear, breath hot. “Fine. But don’t expect mercy.”

He fucked you like a man possessed—like he was trying to brand himself into you. Each thrust was brutal and precise, deep enough to make you cry out, fast enough to leave you spiraling.

Your nails clawed at his back, dragging red down his spine, and he only groaned louder, loving the pain. The chaos. The feeling of you unraveling beneath him.

It was a storm. A claiming and surrendering all at once. A symphony of tangled limbs, breathless cries, and power shifting like sand beneath your bodies.

Dominance traded like a whispered promise in the dark.

You pushed. He yielded.

He commanded. You obeyed.

And neither of you knew, by the end, who had truly been in control—because it had never been about power.

It had always been about trust.

About love, buried deep beneath every moan, every bruising kiss, every shaking breath.

By the time you both came—together—you were no longer separate things.

You were one body. One rhythm. One endless echo of need.

And when he collapsed beside you, pulling you close, your skin still burning from the aftershocks, the only thing he could manage to whisper was:

“I belong to you.”

And you believed him. Because he did.

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✧THE SEVEN SINS PROJECT✧

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GENRE: Smut, Angst, Fluff...a lil hit of everything 🙂‍↕️

SUMMARY: You volunteer for a research study. What you don’t know? Each member of is assigned a different sin, and you're the “Subject of Temptation.” your goal is to see how long you can resist them.

(Chapters and Taglist Down Below) Taglist Closes April 28th

Chapter 1: Chan (Pride)

Chapter 2: Minho (Wrath)

Chapter 3: Changbin (Greed)

Chapter 4: Hyunjin (Envy)

Chapter 5: Jisung (Gluttony)

Chapter 6: Seungmin (Sloth)

Chapter 7: Jeongin (Lust)

Chapter 8: Felix (The Seraph)

Chapter 9: OT8 (The Final Experiment)

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[3rachaslut]

i have NOTHING appropriate to say

Han in this outfit got me folding so fucking hard, as in, I need to be put on a fucking lead by him. I will woof or meow whichever he prefers ig. He looks so dom! I’m actually going insane. I’m so unwell with this man to the point where I’m on my knees ready and waiting

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I'm Still Pretty Pt2

Paring: Bratty!Sub!HanJisung X Dom!Male!Reader

Genre: Smut/ 18+ MDNI

Summary: A cute moment with your boyfriend Jisung quickly turns cold hot when he pulls a drink out of the fridge.

Note: A bit shorter than what I normally write but it gets the point across.

My Pookies: @dis-trict9 @lezleeferguson-120

✨💜Warnings below the cut💜✨

Warnings: Oral Sex, Jisung Has A BP, Ice Play, Choking/Smacking

Proofread: no

“Seems like such a long time ago now,” Jisung said walking over to the fridge.

You’d been reminiscing all day about your first meeting and how awkwardly sexy the whole ordeal was. You and Jisung now shared an apartment and happily lived together with his cat. It seemed like your little family was complete and your life was finally together.

“I couldn’t get over how chill you were with me spilling that drink on you. I went home shook the next day.”

“I was going through a hard time and you brightened my day,” you said watching as Han grabbed a drink from the fridge. He cracked open the bottle of water and chugged half of it down. His adam's apple bobbed up and down with each desperate gulp and you couldn’t help but want to choke him. A small bead of clear liquid rolled down his neck. You couldn't tell if it was water or sweat but you followed it all the way down till it disappeared under the collar of his shirt.

It was so hot and all three of you were doing your best to beat the heat. Fans, open windows, and Jisung’s skimpy skirt was the best you could do.

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He peaked his big boba eyes over the bottle and got a bratty idea. Swaying side to side, his hips and exposed stomach caught you in a trance as he walked over to where you were sitting on the couch.

The bottle slowly tipped to one side and freezing cold water spilled all over your groin, legs, and couch. It was only water but his bratty behavior made your penis go hard and his actions meant he obviously wanted the same things you did.

When his eyes met yours he knew he was in trouble. Quickly he ran to the bedroom, stomping the knee-high sneakers he wore across the wood floor the whole way. The squeaks and thuds quickly ended when he jumped up in the bed and spread his legs open. His cunt was already soaked and a dark wet circle was there to prove it.

You walked into the room, shutting the door so the cat wouldn't find his way in, and placed a small cup of ice on the nightstand.

Jisung looked at you confused but he was never going to shut down kinky sex so he eyed you up and slid his hands down his skirt.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch himself without permission so the hand on his throat didn't surprise him. You squeezed hard until you could feel his esophagus and his eyes started to water.

“Hand” you demanded. He lifted his hand covered in arousal out of his hole and into your mouth. The sweet taste of his essence made you want more and more you shall have.

You grazed your teeth over the soft flesh of his hand telling him without words he best behave. You picked up the cup of ice and put two in your mouth. Jisung's eyes lit up and he resisted the urge to touch himself so he could be rewarded.

You slipped the tight skirt down his legs and over his sneakers freeing his soaked pussy. You spread him open with two fingers to have good access to his hole and pushed one of the ice cubes in. The cold feeling drove Jisung insane, his needy cunt was already sensitive and now he had an ice cube melting in his hot walls.

The other ice cube sat on your tongue making your spit cold and runny. You spat a fat glob on his clit and dove nose first into his vagina. Lapping up the cool milky water that was spilling out of him.

You focused your attention on his clit so the ice cube inside him had plenty of time to fully melt. The ice cube slid down to your tongue and you pressed it into his small bundle of nerves. Watching as he twitched and squirmed, wanting friction so badly was the best sight in the world. His cute nose scrunched and his eyebrows furrowed as you sucked on his clit. A soft hand flung to your hair pulling you closer, to the point you couldn't breathe properly. His cunt tasted amazing so you didn't mind if it suffocated you.

Within a few minutes, the heat from his cunt and your tongue melted the ice cube. You took one last suck of his clit before moving down to his hole. Cold cum was spilling out and you wondered when he started orgasming. It was hard to tell cause he had been jolting around the whole time and his lips were sealed shut from him biting down on them.

You planted big open mouthed kisses all up his vagina and trailed to his thighs. He was orgasming and seeming you didn't get to edge him you decided to leave him hanging instead, forcing him to finish without much pleasure.

Once the twitching had stopped and his clit started pulsing you returned to his hole. Putting your lips in and sucking the small ice cube out. Somehow his hot vagina didn't melt it fully and it came out. Plopping in your mouth with a bunch of cold cum.

Jisung sat up and watched you crunch the ice cube, eating it with a sarcastic look on your face. He grabbed your collar and jerked you into a kiss, tasting himself on your lips and feeling your cold skin.

“I didn't want you to choke,” he said with a chuckle. “Did you enjoy my water?”

“Yea it was very refreshing especially with how hot it is outside,” you said rubbing his cheek. He leaned into you tenderly and kissed your cold fingers.

The ongoing joke of him pouring drinks on you could go on forever with Jisung’s attitude. He never let anything go and that's just how he was. With each passing day of your life together, you learned to love every bratty piece of him and enjoyed the thrill of being around a person like him.

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𝓐 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮'𝓼 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 is out now!

𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 - series masterlist (Bridgerton Au)

Synopsis. In the world of London’s elite, Whispers of the High Society follows the lives of powerful and charming aristocrats, each with their own secrets, scandals, and desires. Bang Chan, a serious and respected duke, struggles between duty and a forbidden love. His close friend, the rebellious Hwang Hyunjin, is always ready for adventure, but his past may catch up with him. Han Jisung, a mysterious artist, hides a dangerous secret that threatens everything. Seo Changbin, an ambitious earl, is caught between power and passion, while Lee Felix uses his charm to stay ahead, but even he can’t avoid the pull of forbidden romance. Kim Seungmin, a loyal baron, faces a choice between loyalty and love, while Yang Jeongin, an heir to a fortune, falls for someone beneath his station, risking his future. Lastly, Lee Minho, a brooding marquis with a dark past, is drawn into a love that could either break or redeem him. As these individuals navigate love, betrayal, and society’s rules, they must confront their deepest desires and secrets. In a world where one whisper can destroy a reputation, the stakes are higher than ever.

📜 Masterlist key: (18+) - smut s - suggestive a - angst f - fluff

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 – A Duke’s Scandalous Love

As the respected Duke of Blackwood, Bang Chan is expected to uphold tradition and marry for power. But when he falls for a woman of lower status, he must choose between his duty to society and the love that could destroy both their reputations (18+, a, f) Part one Part two

𝓗𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 – The Viscount’s Secret Desire

Hwang Hyunjin, a charming and rebellious viscount, has always followed his heart, but it leads him to a passionate love affair with a lady determined to keep her own secrets. As their relationship grows, both must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice for love. Coming out April 25th!

𝓗𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰 – An Artist’s Dangerous Heart

Mysterious artist Han Jisung is known for his captivating paintings, but his heart belongs to a woman he should never have fallen for. Their forbidden relationship risks not only his reputation but also the stability of the world around them. Coming out soon....

𝓢𝓮𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 – The Earl’s Unraveled Ambition

Ambitious Seo Changbin has spent years climbing the social ladder, but when love unexpectedly enters his life, he finds himself torn between his lofty goals and his growing feelings for a woman who threatens everything he’s worked for. Coming out soon....

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 – The Gentleman’s Hidden Romance

Effortlessly charming Lee Felix always stays ahead in high society, but when a whirlwind romance with a woman who has her own mysterious past leaves him questioning his trust in the world around him, Felix must decide what’s more important: love or his reputation. Coming out soon...

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 – A Baron’s Duty and Desire

Kim Seungmin, a dutiful young baron, has always placed family loyalty above all else. But when he meets a woman who challenges everything he’s been taught, he must decide whether to follow his heart or honor his family’s expectations. Coming out soon....

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷 – The Heir’s Secret Obsession

As the heir to a vast fortune, Yang Jeongin is expected to marry for wealth and status, but he falls for someone far beneath his station. Caught between family duty and love, he must navigate the risks of a relationship that could cost him everything. Coming out soon....

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸 – A Marquis’s Broken Trust

Lee Minho, a brooding marquis with a dark past, struggles with trust and loyalty. When he meets a woman who challenges everything he believes about love, he is forced to confront his own fears and embrace a future he never thought possible. Coming out soon....

***All dates are subject to change***

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TILL THE SOFT TISSUE OF MY THROAT MEMORIZES EVERY VEINno lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating

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