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mixtape-racha · 1 year ago

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stupid for you | han jisung

you really shouldn't feed into your boyfriends perv-like tendancies, but how can you help it when he's just so pretty begging for you to touch him? // 18+, minors dni

words: 1.15k // warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, use of pet names, jisung and reader refer to himself as sir, jisung and reader refer to reader as mommy, light perv!jisung, somnophilia, switch!jisung, switch!reader, use of mommy, use of sir, cum talk, reader calls jisung dumb and disgusting (lovingly), slapping (once)

“please, pretty baby, please please– i’ll beg all night if you want–”

jisung is such a whiny shit when he desperately wants something. which, with how obsessed he is with your body, is more often than you’d think. and god knows he looks good doing it.

which is why you’re in your current predicament - you straddling his bare waist, his hands pinned in place above his head, his hips jutting up into you as you glare at him.

“you can beg as much as you want, sung, but its not happening. you really think you deserve to fuck me after what you pulled earlier?”

he was really pulling out all the stops, jutting his lower lip out and putting on his prettiest puppy eyes. you think you can see tears welling up too. fuck.

“but angel, i couldn’t help it! you know i’d never be bad on purpose.”

“jisung, all you know is being bad. those were brand new underwear, and you know that because you were there when i got them. but still, something in your silly little brain thought it’d be a good idea to use them to get yourself off, huh?”

your grip on his wrists tightened, and you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched when he whimpered and shook his head frantically.

“no, mommy please, i’m–”

“i swear to god if you say sorry one more time i’m going to stuff that big mouth, got it? I don’t wanna hear another noise from you. we both know you wanted to get caught, or you wouldn’t have paraded yourself around while my panties sat here covered in your cum, would they? honestly, pup, you’re dumb and disgusting, but you’re not that stupid.”

jisung’s eyes glazed over and his cock twitched behind you at your words, and you knew deep down you couldn’t keep it up much longer. he was just too cute.

your next words sparked a world of excitement behind his eyes, and he drooled as you kissed him harshly - all teeth and spit.

“mommy’s gonna suck you dry now, baby. but if you move, or make any noise, you’re not cumming for the next week.”

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“fuck baby, stay still. you feel so good like that.”

you whined, sleep falling away from you fast and not understanding why your body felt like it was rocking, as if you were on a boat.

“sungie, wha–?”

oh. that’s what the rocking was. jisung’s cock was rutting gently between your thighs, and he’d somehow manhandled your sleep-shorts and panties so they were sitting by your knees.

“sung, what’s goin’ on?” you mumbled, voice croaky from sleep and lack of use.

he grunted, hips still rocking, stomach bumping your ass from the position you were in.

“jus’ looked so good there, doll. whinin’ in your sleep for me. almost like you love the way i perv on you. makes you almost as disgusting as me, huh?”

his words threw you, with the sleepiness still washing over you, your head going fuzzy.

“no. m’good girl. jus’ wanna make sungie feel good.” your brow furrowed as his hips sped up.

“so good just laying there for me ready to use. sleeping in such revealing clothes. makes it so easy for me, angel face.”

“wanna touch, sung. please~”

his groans grew louder, hot breath fanning all over your neck from where he lay behind you.

“god, yeah, baby. come touch, make your sungie feel good.”

what he wasn’t expected was for you to crawl under the duvet and wrap your warm lips around his cockhead. in fact, he could’ve came on the spot just from the way you huffed a breath of warm air through your nose, the sensation hitting his pubic bone with glee.

he threw the duvet off the bed, eyes fixed on the way you kitten-licked the tip, eyes still glazed over with tiredness. even in the dead of night, especially in the dead of night, you’d still feed into his fantasies like they were just as much your own.

god, you were perfect.

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“all laid out so pretty for me, huh? good thing the guys have left now, wouldn’t want them seeing you be such a slut, would we?”

you wanted to slap the smug look off of your boyfriend’s face, not even attempting to cover your naked body. it was all his fault anyway. the guys had all come over for a movie and games night - meaning there were seven other men in your living room - and your boyfriend thought it would be funny to rile you up under your blanket on the couch by rubbing your clit through your panties, hand delicately stuffed under your jogging bottoms.

he got you so close to an orgasm more times than you could count, then ripped his hand away, tuning into a conversation instead - ignoring all your attempts to drag him into the bathroom for a quickie to subdue the pull in your abdomen.

so, of course you pretended to have a migraine and stayed hidden in your bedroom instead, making yourself cum multiple times knowing it would piss him off more that he didn’t get to see the way your face twisted with pleasure each time. what else were you supposed to do?

“what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”

“fuck off.” you mumbled, eyes glued to the bedsheets from your position on your knees waiting for him.

“wanna repeat that, angel? and think carefully before you answer that.”

you couldn't bring yourself to look up, knowing the flash of anger that would be on his face. he hated it when you got an attitude with him. maybe thats why you enjoyed it so much.

“you’re so annoying, jisung. i almost think you want the guys to watch you fuck me at this point.”

slap.

oh.

slapping was a new thing in the bedroom with you and jisung, but you couldn’t deny the way you positively dripped at the burn on your cheek.

a fizz of anger waved over jisung’s face, and he gripped your chin, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opened.

“you really like winding me up, huh? you don’t get to talk about other men when you’re sitting here all pretty like that.”

god, he was absolutely throbbing in his pants, and it was so obvious where you were almost eye level with his cock. Drooling, you reached out for his waistband, looking up at him with a silent beg for permission.

“m’sorry, sir. jus’ wanna have you inside me, please!”

the way you were trembling under his touch, the tears in your eyes and drool dripping from you chin. the way you were rubbing your thighs together, jisung could almost guarantee there was a wet patch on the duvet underneath you now.

“you just wanna be stuffed with sir’s cock, huh baby? go so dumb, so fucking cockdrunk like always, yeah? well, i can’t deny you that now, can i?”

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blankdyean · 1 year ago

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NAAWWWW THIS IS SO HOT ❤️‍🔥 SUBBY BOYS IN SKIRTS OOH 😍 also, this makes me realise how sub men makes me want to drop to my knees and pleasure them off to the point where they cry and lose their voice 🥰 (unhinged) sub!jisung would wear a skirt very well, he'll look pretty in them I'm sure 😌 and now this fic will be stuck in my mind, forever thinking ab sub!jisung wearing a skirt while being helplessly stuck in the elevator and secretly wants somebody to take him then and there bc in his pov he looks too good to not to be touched–

warnings: kinda non-con? dub-con (he wants it but says he doesn't), "oh no! i'm stuck between the elevator doors!", dom reader, sub han jisung, boypussy, he's wearing a skirt<3

❤︎❤︎❤︎

han jisung is the kind of perv to 'accidentally' get himself stuck between elevator doors or something of the type-y'know what i'm talking about,

the doors clamped around his waist, his front half sticking out one end, his back end sticking out the other as he pathetically wiggles his hips-trying so, so hard to get out.

the more he squirms, the more the downright indecent skirt he decided to wear rides up his thighs, the fabric and the anticipation doing all too much to work him up.

and when he hears a noise down the hall his heart only quickens, the effects on his body becoming all the more obvious as he can only choke down a moan at the thought of what someone could do to him like this.

he hears steps get closer, a gasp.

"someone, hello? is someone there?" he whines, ass swaying, showing off just the slightest bit of his plain white panties, completely soaked through from being stuck here all this time. "i need some help-i can't, i can't get out,"

he can feel eyes on him, burning into his defenseless body-if you wanted to...if you wanted to you could do anything you wanted to him and he'd be unable to stop you... "please! hngh! i-i need help!"

you could use him. use him however you want and he wouldn't be able to stop you...

hands feel over his ass, cupping them in your hands. he moans, tries to cover it with a cough.

his body aches, burns, craves. so does yours apparently.

your fingers find their way, slipping under his skirt, sliding against his damp panties and over his aching cunt<3

"n-no, what are you-? what are you doing?"

he says it all the while his hips grind back, sliding your fingers along his pussy over the wet fabric, trying in vain to get you to press into him.

"s-stop~<3"

but his body screams otherwise, hole clenching around nothing as you flip his skirt up. as you press your thumb right up against his clit-and fuck his fucking panties, he should've worn nothing, should've gone commando-if that meant that you'd be in him right now...

a small "pl-ease-" in a strangled whimper escaping his throat.

you hook a finger over the useless strip of fabric, moving it to the side to spread his lips open entirely, staring at him as his pussy flutters and glistens "n-no, don't~"

but his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his eyes flutter, crossing before shutting completely.

he doesn't want it to stop, not really.

a/n: ignore me, but he would<3

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byuntrash101 · 1 year ago

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dirty laundry & wet dreams

reader x perv!han smut | mdni 2.4k jisung has a big fat crush on you and the only way he can cope with his feeings is to jack off to the thought of you with the clothes he's stolen nsfw tags under the cut

perv!jisung, roommates AU, somnophilia (that means non con), bodywhorship (f), panty snifffer!han, scent kink, jisung is just obssesed with you tbh, jisung takes pictures of you while you sleep, getting caught kink, groping, masturbation (m), oral (f), squirting, cum eating

a/n: i have been thinking about this for a long a time. thank you everyone that voted for han i think the perv thing suits him he just extra pervy and we love to see it <3 also dont mind me being obsessed with his hair (im fine) (no im not)

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ THE TAGS AND TO CLICK OFF IF ANYTHING SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING YOU WOULDN’T ENJOY.

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Jisung sighed in frustration again. Still nothing! He’s been salvaging your laundry basket for this past week and there’s nothing he’s interested in.

He settled for your dirty gym tank top and stuffed it in his pocket before leaving the shared bathroom and heading to his room.

You see, Jisung has had a silly little crush on you for a year now and that’s the only way he knows that helps him cope. That way he can act normal to you during the day, doing standard roommate stuff, like sharing a meal or watching anime together on your tiny laptop screen set on the coffee table in your student flat.

That way he can do all these without catching his eyes plunging into your cleavage showing every time you bent down a little to scoop food into your mouth. Or he can keep his hands to himself when you're sitting so close to him in the small couch, when your beautiful thighs are pressed to his own and he feels this rush through his body, grabbing a cushion to hide away the growing problem in his groin. His thumb lightly brushing over it under the cushion as he laughs at the show and comments casually on it with you. As if it’s nothing.

Because he knows at night he’ll swipe your PJ's and press them to his face as if he was ready to absorb them through his nostrils. Snort your scent like a drug and let it take him to ecstasy, his mind traveling to a place where you are his, where he can smell and taste you. where he can feel your heated lips on his, where he can hear your blazing skin clashing against his, where he can feel how tight you are, how wet you are just for him, trembling, shaking, moaning for him.

But tonight it doesn't work. He took the sport top off his face out of frustration. He stayed there immobile laid on his bed as the heavy and hot summer air engulfed itself through his cracked window.

The smell doesn't do it for him… Of course it’s nice, it smells like you! But it also smelled like perfume and deodorant… that he didn’t like he liked your true smell, like nature intended it! To him you didn't need these artifices, your most natural self was perfect.

That’s why he would always steal your PJ’s because usually you hop in the shower at night then hop into your night clothes and spend the night in them, beautifully infusing them with your divine scent and refined flavour and Jisung would steal them in the morning to soil them at night. That was his perfect routine. He doesn't know why you’re keeping your dirty PJ’s in your room now, not putting them in the basket every morning like you used to.

But tonight he decides it’s too much, it’s been weeks he hasn’t been able to take a good whiff of your scent and he decides he’s just going to get the clothes directly from your bedroom. Before he has the chance to chicken out he slips on his shorts back and heads to your room.

He almost levitates in the hall. He feels a light warm breeze on his bare chest as he tiptoes to your room.

Thankfully your door is pressed shut not locked he doesn't even have to push on the creaking handle just lightly push in the door. But his heart stops when he spots you.

You are sound asleep, the city lights seeping from your open window, the light summer wind gently blowing on your heated and soft skin. Your breath quietly whistles as the air slither in and out of your lips between your teeth. Your hair beautifully spilled onto the pillow. You are absolutely breathtaking and also completely nude.

Jisung hears his heart beat in his ears, the accelerated blood flow drilling in his eardrums, making his chest heave up and down silently, sucking in one shaky breath after the other.

He only wanted to swipe a top and maybe a pair of panties from you he never ever even dared to hope to find you like this. Spread on your bed in all your glory. Never has he had the privilege to have such a view so he admired your body for long seconds, without a care for the discarded PJ’s next to your bed. Those were the last things on Jisung’s mind right now.

He was only obsessed with you, with the way you breathed so calmly, with the way the light breeze made your perfect nipples harden, with the way your heavenly face seemed so peaceful, so tranquil with both your arms resting beside it as you laid on your back, your breast lightly spilling to your sides. Your beautiful legs extended in front of you. You looked fabricated, too perfect to be earthly. A piece of art, a masterpiece, a perfection only achievable by God themselves.

Jisung swallowed thickly as he velvet traded to your bedside, entranced by your form. His eyes trailed down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach and even lower. What he wouldn’t give for you to spread your legs. Just a little so he could have a small peak at the object of his every thought. The secret and mysterious wonder he has been only able to imagine for this past year. If only you could just move, just a little bit.

Squeeeeek

One of the boards of the wooden floor creaked as Jisung stepped on it. He froze in his tracks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows knitting on his forehead. He stayed completely still and held his breath, his eyes instantly snapping back to your face. And he prayed, he prayed so piously in silence that you wouldn’t wake up to see him hunched over you like a creep.

And his prayers were answered. You didn’t wake up, instead you just lightly squirmed and parted your thighs.

Jisung’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes fell lower on your frame again, only this time it was right on your center. The brunette couldn’t believe his eyes he couldn’t process. You were absolutely beautiful. Every inch of you, from head to toe, was perfection and he couldn’t help but to stare you down right between the legs.

But the uncomfortable feeling of his shorts restricting his hard on brought him back. There was no way he could just swipe the PJ’s now and go back. He couldn’t do it, whatever it was that he was trying to do in his room and failing miserably he had to do right here, right now. Why would he go back and imagine you when he could simply look at you?

With a shaky breath and trembling hands he whipped his painfully hard cock out. He didn’t even bother tugging down the shorts, only passing the member through one of the legs of the shorts.

He grabbed his dick at the base firmly and slowly pulled his closed fist up to his tip, pressing the precum out of the slit.

Fuckkkk

He wanted to say this outloud but he possibly couldn’t. He couldn't risk waking you up.

A large bead of precum rolled out of his slit and down his shaft which he caught between his fingers, picking up the pace.

He wanted to go slower; he wanted to take his time looking at you and milking himself for you. But he couldn’t. He was too riled up, looking at you peacefully sleeping, unsuspecting of what he was doing right over you. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his fist did around his hard cock.

Jisung accelerated again, eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt himself inching closer to his release, he let out a barely audible grunt and immediately his eyes snapped up to your face which was still tranquil. He didn’t stop jacking himself off, soon the slick noises of his precum coated dick erupted but he couldn’t stop and you were so profoundly asleep that you seem like you didn’t notice the agitation around you.

Jisung felt himself twitch in his hand; he was so close. So close for you.

Y/n, I’m cumming for you

Jisung screamed in his mind only moments before he crossed the edge, his upper body shuddering from ecstasy as he tensed his thighs, big spurts of thick white cum squirting from his pulsing and throbbing cock as he let his jaw hang loose. Thick ropes of hot cum crashing all over your stomach, thighs and even between your parted legs lazily dripping over your folds.

He was so entranced by your nude body layed and spreaded out for him to see that he didn’t think about the mess he would create if he let himself go right here but it was too late now and the mess was done.

He fished out his phone from the pocket of his shorts. If he was already deep in it he might as well take a souvenir. He checked approximately two hundred times that his phone was on mute and that he didn’t have the flash on before snapping a few pictures of this breathtaking scene. Your body as his canvas and his warm cum as the art.

Jisung started to panic when you started to squirm again, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he looked over the room in a hurry maybe hoping to find a rag of sorts but there was nothing and he just stood there with his lip between his teeth once again praying that he didn't wake you. But fortunately you settled down again.

So that's when he had the craziest but possibly most brilliant idea he’s ever had. The only way to thoroughly leave your room without leaving clues was to eat his own cum off you.

He thought about it for a second. If he used one of your clothes hanging on your chair, you would certainly notice the white stains later when you were going to do your laundry. If he took back the piece of clothing and washed it himself you would also notice your shirt disappear and magically reappear clean and folded…

So with this reasoning he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue out, inching closer to your stomach. He laid his tongue flat and swiped it across your burning skin, he scooped the thick and sticky cum right into his mouth. The strong bitter and salty taste took over his tastebuds. He then went down to clean his mess on your thighs and finally to your center.

He swiped his tongue across your folds. Much to his surprise -and contentment- he tasted something else blending with his own taste.

You.

He looked back for a second to notice the slight glimmering of your slick barely peaking between your folds. Jisung couldn't hold back from bringing his nose to your center, taking a big whiff of you.

So that’s what sex with you would smell like. He carefully licked again. That's how it would taste like. Both of your flavours and scents beautifully mixing to result in this intoxicating cocktail that was making Jisung’s head spin.

The addicting flavour spread through his mind like wildfire setting his soul ablaze. He licked again, this time a little less gentle and right on your clit.

And he froze when you let out a barely audible, very quiet little moan. Jisung felt his skin crawl back onto his flesh, the hairs of his forearms standing. He looked at you again, you were still sound asleep.

Was it possible that somehow you were feeling him between your thighs while you were still dreaming. Jisung didn’t know. The only thing that was certain to him was that he needed more of you. He licked again and he was rewarded by another moan followed by the brief mention of a word. A word he heard a thousand times hanging from your sweet lips. A word so mundanely banal. His name.

His name slipped out of your pretty mouth to crash onto him, hitting him right in the chest. His name said so perfectly.

“Jisung…aaah” you moaned softly, almost whimpering.

He froze again and carefully peeled his eyes off your center to look at your face. But you appeared to be still sleeping. So it meant you were dreaming of him. Your body felt good and your mind chose him to explain this feeling.

He couldn’t take it anymore he started to swirl his tongue around your clit. Everything was just too much. Your divine nude form layed on the bed, your smell, your taste and now your voice moaning his name.

Jisung didn't want this to ever stop. He started to move his tongue rapidly around your now swollen little bundle of nerves as he jerked off his cock again with both his hands. Rutting inside his fists like a street dog in heat as he feasted on your taste, lapping at your entrance and plunging his tongue inside of you to swipe his tongue back up to your swollen clit, sucking around the erected nub until you were breathless, pearls of sweat rolling on your forehead.

Jisung felt you throb on his tongue and suddenly your body tenses up, your head thrown back and you squirted all over his open and welcoming mouth. He relished on your cum, swallowing your release in big gulps as he made himself cum again with you, careful to only spill his seed in his hand this time around. Mind numbing euphoria coursing through his body from his lower stomach. He gently guided you through your orgasm, softly lapping at your throbbing clit until your body went limp.

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Jisung started eating breakfast before you this morning. He couldn't help but smirk when you emerged from the hall with small groggy eyes.

“Hey sleepy head!” he greeted you with this signature adorable smile, his fluffy cheeks rising like bread dough. You responded by a sleepy groan.

“Actually I think I dreamt of you” You frowned trying to recall the blurry memories of the dream…

Jisung’s wholesome smile turned into a sly smirk as he attempted to hide it in his cereal bowl.

“Oh really?”

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a/n: sooo how was it????? did you like it??? my first han fic and it broke me tbh. like im sucker for perv han i just love him okay? this blog is the official perv han lover support group <3

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hanjisunglover · 7 months ago

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perv han headcannons?? -🦷

hello my friendo ≽^•⩊•^≼ copy that warnings: nsfw links! male masturbation, he's kinda a creep, somnophilia, penetration.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 - 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

hanji that every time he sees you in your pretty skits can't contain himself from running into the bathroom and touching his stupid cock because he can't stop imagining to bend you over and fuck you right there, just lifting your skirt enough to take what he wants.

when you invite hanji over with your group of friends he finds your room just to masturbate there, knowing that you probably do the same thing on that bed, right behind him. and just the thought is enough to make him cum shortly, ready to go back on the little movie time with the rest of the people there, acting all nice and shy around you when just a moment ago he was thinking the dirtiest things ever.

gets all mad when hanji find out that some creep mailed you a package with some boxers dirty of sperm, seeing you cry just makes him wants to protect you from those people, even if the boxers are his.

vacation with you and your group of friends is such satisfy thing for hanji, but sharing room with you? because you were so scared of that scary movie that he begged to watch.. knowing how bad you handle them.. telling you to get comfortable as he takes a shower but just the thought of rubbing his dick against your ass when you sleep makes him want to just ruin your pretty body.

but when hanji is away from you for months because he's doing tours, oh that's the worse for him. he can't feel your presence around the dorms, not being able to steal your panties or your clothes that fits him to have your profume with him. he needs to hide his toys in his suitcase to not get caught by the staff or the other members, moaning your name like a desperate man - face buries in the sheets, hand on the toy and the other to grip on the pillows, curling his toes in pleasure.

but when you let hanji fucks you, he's not gonna keep it quiet, he's loud even by himself. he's not gonna last long, he desired being inside you for a while that feeling you so warm and wet, he just wants to make a big mess. "a-ah.. yes baby, taking so good for me.. oh fuck you're so wet.. so wet and warm.. you're gonna make me cum soon."

#🦷 anon #hi baby #perv jisung #Han Jisung #Han Jisung smut #han jisung stray kids #han jisung skz #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you #stray kids #han jisung headcanons #han jisung x y/n #han smut #stray kids hard thoughts

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crdteezv · 10 months ago

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Untitled - Han

Paring: !childhood friends to lovers! , perv!han jisung x afab! reader

Genre: idol! Au, smut

Synopsis: You finally reunited with your childhood best friend after 10 years! But, you didn’t notice how much he changed since you last saw each other…

Warnings: smut, rough sex, dub/non-con, somno, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, groping, use of sex toys, voyeurism, manhandling, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/n: This was requested by someone a long time ago and I decided to post it now. This does contain CNC (aka consensual non consent) & if that’s something you’re not comfortable with please DON’T READ THIS!!!

One late night, you and Jisung were in a convenience store. He was up late in the studio working on a song with Chan. On his way home, he thought he should stop by and grab some food. You so happened to be there wanting the same thing. The aisles were really small and you had barely any room to walk around. You accidentally bump into him and he looks at you with a confused look.

Then it hit him.

You both used to be childhood friends and practically grew up with each other. You were also neighbors at one point and used to hang out all the time. Sadly at the beginning of high school, you had to move away. You both lost contact with each other and haven’t spoken since then.

“Hey, do you remember me? Han Jisung? We used to be neighbors and would hang out all the time.”

In that moment all the memories you shared with him came back. You were shocked, to say the least. Who would’ve thought you would reunite with Jisung in a convenience store of all places?

“OH MY GOD YES! I do remember you, Jising how have you been?”

He was so relieved that you remembered him. It's been over 10 years since you last saw each other. Even after all this time, he can still recall your beautiful smile.

“I’ve been good and I took your advice and focused on music! I am now a part of an Idol group. Thank you for always motivating me to become an Idol.”

“Aww of course! I still can’t believe you remember me telling you to go for it. That was such a long time ago. I was just a kid and would just be saying whatever really.”

"Well, how could I forget someone like you? You were my best friend - I was too shy to talk to anyone else."

Both of you shared a laugh. Jisung usually stuck to his close friends and found it difficult to make new ones. As he mentioned, you were his only true best friend.

“Well, I knew you would love pursuing a music career! I recently moved back here for school!”

♡♡♡♡

From that point on you and Jisung talked the whole night, he even walked you home. You exchanged numbers and would hang out when you both could. One thing led to another and he asked you officially on a date. You both knew you had feelings for each other.

You and Jisung got into a relationship not too long ago after that. It’s only been about 5 months and still very fresh and new. Sadly, after dating for 2 months, he had to go on a tour with all the members. So the majority of your relationship was long-distance. You still were learning so much about each other at this point.

However, people can change in the span of 10 years. Although Jisung was still the same kind-hearted and witty guy, you knew something was different about him.

Jisung became such a pervert for you and you didn’t even know it.

It only took you guys reconnecting recently to realize how obsessed he was with you. Before you started dating, he would sometimes come over to your apartment late as a surprise. Given how often he was at your place, you had given him a spare key.

One night he left the studio early and went straight to your place because he missed your company. He entered your apartment and kept calling out your name. He was confused when he didn’t hear you give a response back. He saw that your bedroom was opened a little bit and you were moaning out loud. He was taken aback by what he was seeing right now. He always would think of you in a sexual light but this was too much for him.

Your legs were spread open as you used your dildo. You let your imagination go wild and imagine Jisung was the one pounding into you. You were so horny you even moaned out his name.

He felt so hard after seeing all the things you were doing to yourself. He also felt really bad because he knew he was not even supposed to be here right now. He just wanted to watch a movie with you like he always does before he goes home. Jisung always loved watching movies with you, especially the cheesy romance movies. You would both make fun of the actors and how bad their acting was.

Instead, he was outside of your room stroking his cock to your moans.

He was imagining that he was making you feel this good. He tried to not make a noise so you didn’t suspect anything. It wouldn’t even matter anyway because you were too busy in your own world fucking yourself to the thought of him. He eventually came at the same time that you did.

Jisung realized how perverted he was jerking himself outside of your room without you even knowing. He quickly cleaned up himself and left your place before you noticed. He never told you about that night.

There are a lot of things he doesn’t tell you.

Sometimes you would send him some scandalous photos of yourself to see if you look good. You would ask him so you can get a guy's perspective on it.

However, he would secretly save them on his phone and beat off to them later. He always tells himself he will delete them and will never do it again. Yet, every time he is horny, he keeps on going back to those photos in his folder of you and gains so much gratification from it.

He was so obsessed with you that every little thing you did would turn him on. The way you put him in a trance from just your moans alone was insane. All he can think about is the first time he caught you getting off to him.

Now ever since you have been dating, you guys see each other less since he recently went on tour. All these nights you guys would spend without each other was so hard for him. It was so bad to the point that he would sometimes hide in the hotel bathroom and jerk off to your pics and videos he still had saved of you.

This was so embarrassing for him and he already felt like shit doing all this behind your back. But, he was too far gone give a fuck about it now. He always thinks about how disgusted you’d probably feel if you ever found out about his secret collection of you.

He just misses being with you in person instead of calling on FaceTime. It was getting frustrating for him and all he wanted to do is fuck you.

However, tonight was his last straw and he couldn’t take it anymore. He has been back from touring for about a week now. He took some time to recover before seeing you. He knows the moment he sees you it's going to be over for him.

Unfortunately, he had to be in the studio tonight with Chan and Changbin making some new music. It really sucked because today you and him were supposed to hang out after he was done working. But at the last minute, Chan told him he needed his help on this song he was thinking of making. The whole time Han was thinking about your moans from all the times he would touch himself to you.

He kept on getting distracted and barely gave any help to Chan and Changbin.

“Hey Jisung, are you okay? You’re normally not this quiet.” Chan said.

Jisung knew that he wasn’t ok.

All he wanted to do was go to your apartment and fuck the shit out of you. He has been pent up for too long now. You and him only had sex a handful of times and you have been without each other for 3 months.

“Yeah, I'm just a little distracted right now. Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be much help tonight.”

“Hey, it’s ok! I know how tired you may feel after the tour so you can go home tonight. Have a good night!”

Jisung nodded his head and quickly left the studio. There was only one thing on his mind right now.

You.

He went straight to your place and opened the door with his key. He noticed you were asleep, lying on your side. Under the covers, you had your vibrator in your hands, and you were passed out on the bed.

That alone made him so hard. The thought of you using it and moaning out his name is driving him crazy.

He started taking off his clothes leaving himself in just his boxers. He gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. You were barely awake but you leaned back against him not even realizing he was there with you.

He started grinding against you and became hard for you. He couldn’t hold back and started grunting out loud. At this point, you started to wake up. You felt afraid as the room was dark, making it hard for you to realize that it was Jisung. In your drowsy state, you half-awake, you thought he was an intruder.

You start to panic.

“Hey, who is there? Get the fuck off of me-”

You started hearing a buzzing sound.

It was your vibrator and he started to push it against your clit to try and make you stop talking.

“Shh sweetie it’s me. I am sorry you just got me soo fucking hard and I can’t take it anymore.”

You were in a state of shock and disbelief. You have never seen Jisung like this before.

“Mhmm I know you’re but I already came and I am too tired to do it again. Can’t we just do it in the morning?”

If only it was that simple.

Jisung's patience was running thin and he decided to not hold back anymore.

He covered your mouth and whispered in your ear and said

“I’m sorry baby, but tonight I am going to take what I want. And right now I need you to just let me fuck you.”

At this point, you were squirming around and yelling at him to stop it. You really weren’t in the mood for all this. He kept getting agitated and started putting his hand around your neck and began choking you. As he did that he started marking you and biting your neck and shoulders. With his other hand, he started to pump into his cock and get off to your cries and whimpers.

“You're squirming so much for me baby and I think it's so cute. The more you struggle, the harder you’re gonna get me"

You couldn’t believe what Jisung was saying to you right now. Your perception of him completely changed now. You thought he was sweet-hearted and nice and not such a creep and pervert.

He couldn’t take it anymore and started lowering his boxers and took out his cock.

You can already feel the precum that was escaping him and how needy he was for you. He started slowly pushing it in you. You gasped out so loud even though he was covering your mouth.

You forgot how big he was.

He also put his hands under your shirt and held onto them as he started pounding up into you. He also had the vibrator on your clit too. He started leaving hickeys all over your neck. He didn’t care what he was doing at this point he was marking where he felt like it.

You were still whining and crying from how hard he is fucking you and the vibrator on your clit wasn’t making it any better.

“Stop making so much noise sweetie, I already feel bad as is.”

You started crying at this point because all you want for him is to stop but he just keeps on going. He says such sinful stuff in your ear that you don’t even know how to feel at this point.

He started laughing at you crying from his dick,

“Aww baby, are you crying from how hard I’m fucking you? You’re so pathetic can’t even take a couple of hard strokes.”

You didn’t know why but for some reason when he said that you started to tighten up around him. That alone made you feel wetter.

He noticed it.

“Mhmm look at you becoming such a good girl for me. I knew deep down you secretly wanted this.”

You kept shaking your head, displaying that you were against this.

That just made him more hard and started fuck you harder and harder. You started to become so dizzy from all this stimulation.

Jisung was at his breaking point.

All this overstimulation started to become overwhelming for you. You wondered why he wasn't pulling out, as he usually does when you both are close. However, this time, he continues without stopping, still thrusting into you.

“ I am sorry but tonight, I have to finish inside you. I have been waiting for 3 fucking months. So how about you be good to me and take what I give you ok darling?”

At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore.

He took his hand off your mouth as you both came at the same time. You didn’t give a fuck at this point you were practically screaming out his name as he pumps his load into you. Both your moans were so loud you wouldn’t be shocked if your neighbors heard you.

Jisung fell back beside you and pulled you into him. He put you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He started kissing you all over and said

“Sweetie, I’m sorry for the way I acted out tonight. I just missed being with you these past 3 months. Especially being inside of you. Fuck I missed that soo much and having you moan out my name.”

You nuzzled into his chest and said “Yeah it's okay and I missed you so much too. Next time just tell me whenever you're in the mood. Tonight you really scared me. I hope you don’t act like this again.”

“Fine, I’ll never act out like that ever again and I am truly sorry if I hurt you.”

However, you both knew that wasn’t true and he would always come to take what he wants…

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neowonderland · 7 months ago

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Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes.

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure.

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them.

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck.

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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blankdyean · 1 year ago

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NAAAWWWWW NOT PERVY BBG HANNIE WITH PRETTY NAILS AND GETTING FUCKED WITH A PRETTY NAIL TECH GIRL 😩🛐

I loved your idea of hannie with his nail tech crush.. yk what i think though? OBVIOUSLY the nailtech kinda knows abt this little crush of his. She doesnt know how severe it is but she does notice the way he blushes slightly when she compliments his hands, or the way his eyes sparkle when she finally giggles at one of his jokes. Also who am i kidding the nail tech obviously ALSO finds hannie v v cute and v v hot bc,,,, he's hannie??? He's charming and handsome and he keeps his fingernails clean soooo maybe the next time he comes around, and she is feeling a little frustrated bc her own hands aren't enough fun for her.. she'll hint at wanting his fingers inside of her? Maybe she'll be kinda distracted and shy this tine or maybe she's bold and just straight up teases him by saying things that could be considered dirty but also might just be his pervy mind interpreting the wrong thing. Aaa idk i'm not a writer but yourw giving my head THOUGHTS

OHHHH MYGOD. thank god you left this ask bc i was dying to write more for this JASHDJA

warning: fingering, hand worshipping, swearing, slight perv!han jisung, lmk if i missed anything but it's pretty tame

wc: 914

hannie has to act normal.

hannie has to be cool.

hannie has to act like he doesn't go home after every appointment and edges his cock thinking about how nice it would be to have your lips wrapped around his tip.

so when he walks into the salon, straight into your suite and takes a seat at your chair - he makes a mental promise to himself that:

he. will. not. get. hard.

he won't get hard if you hold his hands, it's all part of your job.

he won't get hard if you smooth lotion on him, it's just a courtesy.

he won't get hard if you compliment his nails, they're only pretty because you made them pretty.

"hannie do you even put your fingers to use?"

what?

"you come here so often and yet they're rarely chipped or overgrown. you must not lift a finger." you smile.

oh.

he felt so stupid, of course he read into it in such a dumb, perverted way.

"you must take good care of yourself hm?"

fuck.

why couldn't he be normal? why couldn't he just have nice, clean thoughts? why was he getting hard? why couldn't he just keep his promise?

"your hands are always soft. i wish i had nice fingers like you. they're long and pretty.."

he clears his throat and laughs awkwardly. he was being such a loser.

"oh yeah.. they're definitely long, alright.. hah.." he says

who the fuck says that?

he literally wanted the ground to eat him up.

"yeah, they are. longer than mine." you giggle as you work on his polish.

"yeah.. way longer.."

and why he kept going? only god knows, but he definitely noticed your face flushing (and was he crazy or were you pressing your legs tightly together under the table?)

hannie doesn't think he's ever seen you this quiet, this concentrated on his hands before. after the conversation died out, there was no other topic to bounce off of. and normally han jisung would just start talking about random shit, would tell you your hair looked pretty or that he noticed your subtle eye makeup and that it looked nice.

but not now.

not today.

"hannie have you ever had problems reaching things with your fingers? i-it could just be because mine aren't as long as yours but.. you know they're never quite enough to reach."

"oh uh.. n-no but do you need help reaching something? i could help.."

"could you really? that's so sweet of you, hannie.." your smile could melt him into a puddle. you smile at him so sweetly, just for him and han jisung can't really handle that well.

"so what is it you need help with? something too high up or-"

"well.. i just can't seem to cum. doing your nails frustrates me so much. they look so nice so why can't i have them inside of me?" you pout at him.

the wind feels like it was knocked out of him. he thanks god that you have your own little suite and no one else was around to hear that.

"f-fuck, are you serious? holy shit, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"well because i'm a little shy and because i wanted to finish doing your set first, of course..

you really mean it though? will you actually help me?"

"yes.. fuck, yes i'll help you."

his eagerness was cute. unluckily for him, he still had to wait for you to cure his gel polish. his leg bouncing impatiently as you gave him a look to quit it.

he smiled shyly and let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to contain himself. once you were done, he damn near jumped out of his chair towards you. you put some of your supplies away and walked past him to lock the door. as soon as he felt the coast was clear and no one would walk in, he grabbed you - kissing you deeply and pressing you against his lean body.

it was an intense kiss, full of want and desire but you welcomed it because you had been feeling the same way. you pulled away slightly to grab his wrist, bringing it up towards your mouth so you could take two of his freshly manicured fingers in between your lips.

you made sure to get them nice and wet, saliva connecting them to the tip of your tongue when you pulled them out.

han jisung felt weak.

he found himself pressing you against the nearest wall, your pants long forgotten as he pumped his fingers inside you, finally leaving you fuller than your fingers ever could.

the pads of his fingers massaged your gummy spot and curled against it making your knees buckle. it was all too perfect and better than you could ever imagine. you knew the orgasm he was going to pull from you was going to be intense. you felt it bubbling up already and he hadn't even been touching you for long.

but when he brings his other hand forward to rub at your clit and you look down to catch a peek of his baby blue nails, you lose yourself to him and feel yourself cream around his fingers. clenching your cunt tightly against them, not wanting him to ever pull out.

however when he does pull out, he makes sure to have you watch as he sucks your essence off his fingers. rolling his eyes back at the taste and humming in satisfaction.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

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wegc · 11 months ago

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All of this perv! Talk is getting me 🫠🤤

I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs

I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv

Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff

Minho would be possessive as hellll

But let me know what you think, doesn’t need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts

Love the work you put out, can’t wait for more!🧡

If it’s available can I be 🧡anon?

first of all, thank you so much🥹

and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what they’re doing (especially minho hehe).

jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwear—articles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.

he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what he’s doing.

and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when you’re dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because you’re extra accessible. he can’t help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that he’ll catch you naked under the skirt).

i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever you’re sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.

minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.

i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when you’re not around.

once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as you’re sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cunt—photos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourself—holy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?

he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.

after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?

he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minho—you didn’t send any of them your nudes, right?

whatever, whether you did or didn’t, you certainly weren’t going to anymore—not when he’s blocking every single man he’s concerned about from your phone. he’ll confess to you soon anyway—you’re already his, as far as he’s concerned.

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bangtanmix73 · 11 months ago

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Perv Jisung and perv reader hard thought, beyond filthy

We’ve talked about perv Jisung with unknowing reader but what about perv reader pretends to be oblivious to his perverted tendencies but she secretly fuels them. Purposely leaving the bathroom door unlocked and cracked for him to take pictures of her. Purposely “forgetting” her towel or her clothes and asking him to bring them to her. She purposely leaves her used panties out because she knows Han likes them better than washed ones, sometimes uses her panties clean up her cum as a special treat for him. She peaks in on him masturbating with her panties, plays with herself at the same pace he strokes himself, cumming with him. Wearing mini skirts and bending over to tease him, pretending to struggle picking something up so he gets a good enough look. Sometimes “forgetting” to wear panties that day. She loves sucking on popsicle to tease him. Almost obnoxiously slurping her popsicle just to watch Jisung attempt to hide his boner.

Just two perverted best friends.

Not proofread, sorry

Taglist: @binnies-minsung-fanclub

#skz #stray kids #han jisung #skz smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung smut #perv han jisung

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091400 · 4 months ago

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BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

PAIRING: han jisung x fem!reader.

CONTAINS: 18+, afab!reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, perv!jisung, masturbation, inappropriate behavior, ji being a creep in public spaces, starts non-consensual and ends being consensual by both parties.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

AUTHORS NOTE: hey! this is a repost of an old work of mine from 2022! i fixed a few mistakes so here it is! let me know what you think :) please read the warnings above this paragraph! you're in charge of your own internet experience <3

It was almost time for the train to arrive at the station, he checked his phone impatiently, he had some 3Racha business to attend in the big city so he got up from his bed too early for his liking, grumbling his way out of the apartment. He had recently bought some brand new headphones with noise cancellation, so they were perfect for his one hour train ride, hoping the fucking train wasn’t that full that early in the morning.

He was still half asleep when the train arrived, jumped in and took off to go to the second floor of the train. It was empty, thank god, he smiled to himself. It was almost eight stations to his final destination so he relaxed in his selected seat and put some music on.

The train stopped in the first two stations and people got on, Jisung was seated on the window seat, he had one free seat beside him and two in front. People started going up to the second floor and he sighed, goodbye privacy.

You appeared from the stairs, making your way towards the free seats in front of Jisung, making him gulp hard, his hands tightening against the soft fabric of his hoodie.

He thought he had his urges under control, but the way you were sitting with your legs crossed, and your skirt slowly riling up your legs, his sight was glued to your upper thighs.

He felt himself growing hard, and he tried fixing his bulge by slowly moving his legs to make some space but it was not complying at all. He looked at you again but you weren’t paying attention to him, not that he deserved it. You were just looking at your phone, typing at lighting speed, probably texting someone prettier than him and someone who was not staring at your legs and chest right now.

Jisung was deep in thought, thinking how pretty you would look sucking his cock right now, in front of everyone else on the train. You could probably take him all in your mouth (not that he was small, mind you) and make him come fast and hard just as he liked it. Or maybe he could fuck you in front of everyone and make you his, marking every part of your body with his mouth, leaving bite marks and hand imprints on your soft body.

Perhaps he could eat you out on the disgusting train seats, and make you come only with his tongue and fingers, you would scream his name and make everyone look at you two, causing an scene worthy of calling the authorities.

He was leaking, all his thoughts making his brain fuzzy as he felt his thigh getting wet, pulling him away from the best kind of thought he could have in his pathetic life. He subtly looked down at his jeans, the wet spot growing bigger with each second that passed.

He covered the spot with his hand, his gaze back at you again just to see you with your eyes closed and headphones in place. Maybe he could get away with it if you weren’t looking? He quickly scanned his surroundings to see if anyone was sitting near him, but he realized the two seats that were occupied fifteen minutes before in the other side, parallel to his seat row, were now empty.

Jisung breathed deeply, thinking hard about the thing he was about to do, but he couldn’t help himself, he just needed a release soon. It started with his hand slowly rocking on his bulge, looking like he was caressing it, he laughed softly at the thought of that. He felt like a teenager again, rocking his hips up to meet his palm and add more pressure.

He shakily sighed, his hand on top of his jeans not being good enough. Maybe if he could slide them off a little bit, and if you could spread your legs a little more for him, that would be great.

If God was hearing his thoughts, Jisung was grateful as fuck because you uncrossed your legs opening them a little, your white panties making their appearance for him. Your face looked relaxed, your eyes were still closed and your head leaning against the window.

Jisung’s face went red, not doubting this chance, his hand instantly rubbing his bulge on top of the jeans harder.

Quickly, he opened the zip of his pants, as he did his best to slide his boxers a little downwards to free his erection and maintain the jeans in the same place. At this point he couldn’t care less if someone was watching him jerk off to your figure sleeping, but he tried still to be careful, sitting in a way his thigh was covering his cock, so he was hidden between his leg and the window.

He started slow, spitting in his hand silently and grabbing his now very hard cock. He tried his best to not make any kind of sound, slowly jerking himself off, his eyes traveling from your chest to your panties, imagining what he could do to you if you allowed him to touch you.

What he didn’t expect was your eyes opening, looking directly at his cock.

Jisung also didn’t expect your devilish smirk.

He stopped abruptly, his brain hadn’t processed he fact that he got caught with his dick in his hand when you opened your legs further, his eyes instantly going to the wet spot in your panties.

Was Jisung having an hallucination?

“Go on.” Your voice was soft, and he was not stopping now.

You quickly observed your surroundings, Jisung’s eyes wide open while you did it. When you were sure no one was watching you both, you lifted your hips slightly and took your panties off, your underwear in your hand.

Jisung was completely speechless, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him after being the creepiest guy ever, his luck in life ended here. Your smile caught him off guard, because you threw your panties towards him and they fell on top of Jisung’s hand, that was still wrapped around his cock.

“You can use them if you want.” He straight up whimpered at that.

He didn’t waste any time and wrapped the fabric around his cock, and the combination of his leaking cock and some of your fluids made him shiver, jerking off with them.

He was close, you knew that by the way he whimpered with each movement of his hand, getting erratic at the point of making you laugh softly at him.

Jisung’s eyes were rolling back at this point, he only wanted one more thing, but he was afraid to ask you. He kept touching himself with your panties now wet from his leaking cock. But he made sure to look at your eyes, that weren’t looking back at him.

You were staring at his cock.

He felt himself blush at this, how embarrassing of him, getting caught with his dick in hand (hm?) and you encouraging this behavior giving him your underwear. How could you do this to him? Maybe you were a mind reader because the next thing Jisung noticed was your legs spreading further, showing your cunt in all its glory.

Jisung came in your panties at the sight of your pussy with a low moan, spurts of cum ruining the fabric of your underwear. He felt like he was ascending through heaven and being dropped back to earth with a thud as you spoke to him.

“You can keep them, I’ll be going now,” You hummed, grabbing your belongings and fixing your skirt as you gave him one last look, “Lucky for you that you’re cute, don’t you ever do this again.”

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blankdyean · 1 year ago

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GYAAATTT WHEN I SAID BF!SKZ IS THE SHIT THIS IS WHAT I MEAN 😩 BF!JISUNG IS HOT LIKE LITERALLY HOT HOT AND HE A DIRTY TALKER TOO 😍 THIS IS SO HOOOTTTT I LOVE IT 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

hickeys, han jisung

ᝰ warning! smut, fluff, cussing / major perv!hanji, marking (pls there’s so much), bathroom sex, degrading (a lot), praise (some), mirrors, established relationship, sort of a slow burn except most of it is just Han being a perverted tease, rough sex, no foreplay / UNEDITED!!

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I BLINKED MYSELF AWAKE, INSTANTLY reaching an arm out to my side and patting the soft surface of the bed in search for something. But there was nothing- or no one there. At the lack of him being by my side I finally opened my eyes, scanning the dull room for any sign of life. The bathroom door just across the bed, parallel to my body, was closed and the soft twinkling of running water could be heard from the shower.

I hummed, sitting upright and rubbing my eyes as my heart calmed down knowing that my boyfriend was just in the bathroom.

I pulled his shirt over my knees, scooting into a tight ball of warmth while my eyes readjusted to the room around me. There was marks on my inner thighs, blotches of blue and red, some teeth marks, some obvious crescents from nails. I untucked my legs and began to scan them, running the soft pads of my fingers across the skin.

They stung a bit, so I hissed at the contact. My hair was matted with disgruntled sweat, I'm sure I smelled gross too. And there was a shake in my thighs, a bruise on my arm, and a red mark burned into the shape of harsh fingers on my neck.

I lurked up from the bed to get a better look in the standing mirror at the corner of the room. I saw a mess, bloodied mascara dried down my cheeks and my hair twisting messily.

I gasped slightly, recalling why I looked this way. What had really happened? He did.

Then the bathroom unlocked with a click, making me turn from the mirror. I pulled the edge of my (his) shirt down, hiding my bare ass and shyly turning my back toward the mirror.

Jisung looked from the bed then to where I stood, a small and cute smile on his lips. His hair was damp and pressed to his forehead in messy frays. But the best part of how he looked was the grey sweatpants that hung from his hips so teasingly, making me long for what was underneath. His bare torso was on full display, droplets of water dripped from his hair onto his abs, only adding to the lustful thoughts in my brain.

My eyes snapped back to his eyes when I heard him chuckle, "You're up, baby."

He sauntered over with a grin as I turned my gaze back to the reflection across from me; he wrapped his strong arms around my body, feeling every bit of it in his hands. He hugged my shoulders, also gazing at my reflection with a look of pride.

"Look how pretty you look with all my marks on you," He hummed in my ear, bare chest pressing into my back. His damp hair tickled my cheeks, his lips connecting to my neck as he began to form another hickey right there.

I groaned, his lips giving me flashbacks of the night before, "Ji, I look like I was beat up."

He chuckled, pulling his head back to admire the work of blue and purple spots on my neck. Jisung was proud of what he did to you, he loved the idea of marking. Seeing everywhere his lips once were, or his hands. He lifted the edge of my shirt up, seeing the finger shaped bruise marks on my full hips.

He gawked, cracking a teasing smile, "They're just proof of how good I fucked you last night baby." I caught his eye in the mirror, he paused and stared back firmly. A smirk creeping on his lips before he licked them with his shimmering saliva.

"People are going to thing I was attacked by a bear," I exaggerated, twisting my body around so that my chest was flush with his. Jisung glanced down at me through his thick damp strands of hair. His hands slithered to my butt, patting gently before giving it a harsh squeeze.

I yelped, surprised by his action before I smacked his arm away. But he let them rest there, teasingly chuckling before bending forward, kissing my lips so passionately I thought my lips would fall off. He nibbled at my bottom lip, humming into the kiss and letting me hear those low breathy groans he always gave me whenever we kissed.

"No, everyone gonna think you have a boyfriend who knows how to fuck you right." Jisung played along, breaking the kiss and breathing down on my face with a deep sigh of content. He glanced into the mirror again, lifting the back of my shirt and getting a clear view of my bare ass.

"Ji..."

"Fuck, baby, look at this ass," He practically groaned out, eyeing it in the mirror as his hands kneaded at the fat like it was bread dough. I blushed like crazy, hurrying my head in his chest before grumbling in embarrassed mumbles.

"I might just have to fuck you again," Jisung bitterly spoke, as if it was a problem. And to him it was, he thought that it was a crime to look as good as you. He was so deeply, so madly in love with you and everything you did. He couldn't handle it. Seeing you half naked with his marks all over your body was enough to make him long for the feeling of you on his dick once again.

I dragged my hand down his torso, letting my fingers rest in the band of his sweatpants, fingers delicately resting there while he fondled my ass with such intrigue. His face screamed how desperate he was, though not pleading with words, his eyes were soft and begging.

Then suddenly I felt his two fingers glide down to my cunt, feeling the wetness I was collecting just from his powerful words.

"Looks like you want me to fuck you too," Jisung teased, pulling his hands up and showing the wetness, "Open your mouth, bubs."

I did so, blushing at his cute nickname for me. Jisung was always about nicknames, finding new ones to call me every single day. Though his main two were 'baby' and 'honey', he spoke as if I were the most precious thing ever.

Which completely juxtaposed the way he was speaking now. So lewdly, so harshly, liking the forcefulness of his words.

I hesitantly widened my jaw, locking eyes with the handsome man above me. Jisung slipped his wet fingers in my mouth, "Suck."

I wrapped my mouth around his fingers, struggling to hold eye contact as his brown, beautiful eyes bore into me with such intensity. He remained unblinking, pupils dilating by the second as my tongue licked his fingers clean of my own juices. His fingers were hot and salty, matching the air around us. It was steamy, and I felt like I would suffocate from how sensual everything felt.

Yet my fingers slipped into the top of his sweatpants, teasingly prodding at the loose boxers he wore.

Jisung gave a chuckle, glancing down at how desperate my hands movements were.

"You want it that bad baby?" Jisung caressed the side of my face, taking his fingers out of my mouth and admiring the drool that pooled in the corners of mine, "Here I thought I was the desperate one."

I nodded meekly, using my other hand to feel the skin of his upper back. It was rough with scratches and wounds from my own infliction. I gasped slightly, meanwhile Jisung hissed at the stinging reminder of the wounds on his back.

"Looks like you marked me too," Jisung's hands found my hair, gently tugging it to the side so my head left a spot of my neck exposed. Then he latched his lips there, mumbling words against my skin that I couldn't understand over the feeling of his intoxicating kisses. He went in a motion, up and down my throat with breathy moans to fill the silence.

"You're so fucking hot like this," Jisung groaned out, my fingertips gliding down his clothed cock and palming him sweetly through the thin fabric.

My eyes fluttered shut, shallow and short reminders of his lips and where they traveled the night before. Paired with those memories and the way he looked right now, alongside his actions and words... I was fully invested and preparing for more. So, so much more.

"Do you think we should finish what we started last night?" He slid his hands past my ass and to my thighs, gripping them tightly before picking me up in one swift movement. I grunted, now face to face with the man who was making me feel so good. I intertwined my fingers with his damp locks, tugging them while the slight friction of my wet core and his erection grew.

I nodded, a wry smile playing on my lips while his fingers kept me upright against his build.

"You think you can handle it, Ji?" I only teased, earning a chuckle from the boy, his eyes darker than usual.

"Can you?" The way his eyes flickered with passion when he questioned me made me pause, wondering what exactly he has planned for the two of us.

"You're so quiet now," Jisung began to walk, not toward the comfortable bed but toward the bathroom. It emitted a hot steam from his shower, the smell and feeling was stuffy, everything damp and wet from him, "Don't have much to say or are you waiting for me to fill you up so I can hear those moans?"

"Stop teasing me!" I pouted, burying my head in his bare shoulder as he plopped me down onto the shockingly cold bathroom counter, my ass right beside the sink.

"Stop being so teasable," Jisung defended with a crooked smirk, wrapping two arms on either side of me and trapping me there. He stood between my thighs, effortlessly charming me with his cute ass smile and softly lidded eyes.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" I huffed out, seeing how hard he was through the thickness of his sweats. Rubbing my thighs together in desperation, I wrapped me arms around his shoulders, doing my best to not sound desperate. I don't think that worked because Jisung chuckled dryly, glancing down at my plump thighs and the inflictions on the skin.

"No, I don't think I will," Jisung leaned forward on his hands, teasing me with his lips just barely pressed to mine, less than a milimeter between them, "I'll have my fun."

I watched as his eyes glazed down my face, then my body, it made my brain spin so intensely I thought it'd explode.

Meanwhile, Jisung couldn't stop eyeing those marks all over your body. From head to toe there was no place on your body he didn't want to mark. When he looked at your face he wants to kiss it until his lips were puffy and swollen, your thighs were perfect canvas for his lips. He wanted you in every way possible.

He looked up again, finally meeting my eyes with his signature taunting smirk. He bent forward with that same smirk never faltering before kissing me so slow, hauntingly slow. Our lips kneaded together slowly, his strong hands grabbing my thighs as the kiss sped up, more passion being poured into it moment by moment.

Jisung disconnected our lips, making me whine and pull him back in by his broad shoulders.

"No more teasing," I begged, wanting every part of him to be pressed into my body. He kept his hands still and strong around me, giving me no advantage point.

"Why, baby?" Jisung asked, ghosting my lips with his as my breath hitched in nervousness.

"B-because Ji!"

"Hm, maybe I'll stop teasing if you tell me what you want, baby," Jisung but his lips, tilting his head before kissing me again slowly, edging me onward while slipping my thighs wide.

I pouted, annoyed that he was playing coy with me, "You know what I want."

"Say it again, baby," He connected his lips to my neck, feathering the skin there tenderly as desperate breathy whined left my jaw.

"Need you... so bad," My hands entangled with his hair, tugging the strands and pulling his face impossibly closer, "Need you all over me... please, Sungie," The new nickname caught him off guard, his heart beat skipped a moment, his face red. Good thing his face was hidden in your neck or he would've been screwed.

Jisung pulled back, placing his hand firmly at the back of my neck and pushing me forcefully against his lips, teeth almost clashing from the pure intensity of the moment. His other hand worked to undo his sweats, which was a decently quick process.

He detached his lips again, my hands on his shoulders while I watched him take out his dripping cock, awe struck by the sight.

He gave it a short pump, aligning our sexes as I adjusted my body to be sitting at the edge of the counter, "You know what I liked about bathrooms, honey?"

I had been bracing for penetration and his words caught me off guard; his tip still toyed with my hole, sliding throw the thick wetness of my folds.

I cocked my head, needy and in desperate need of release.

"Mirrors."

My eyes met my reflection in the mirror just behind his head; it was connected to the shower, just above the towel rack. Then my eyes darted to the mirror behind me, just above the sink. And he was right. Mirrors.

A small tingle enveloped my stomach as his fingers pried my thighs apart until he had a clear shot at my cunt.

"Now I can see you pretty face from all angles," Jisung chuckled, grabbing my wrist, "Put it in, sweetheart." A shiver consumed my spine, but my hand shook quickly before I reached down to his flawlessly engorged cock, pulling our sexes closer until his tip was prodded into my entrance.

He let out a low huff of air that quickly turned into a satisfied moan the more I pushed our bodies together.

And soon enough our hips met, I pushed myself to the edge of the porcelain countertops.

The stretch was so lovely, I tried to keep my eyes wide, I tried to maintain that intimate eye contact. But his gaze was stern, hard, and unnerving. He wouldn't look away as he gripped my hips and slowly started to rock in and out at a stupidly slow pace.

His hands gripped my hips, and his nails burned crescent scars into my skin. Jisung let out those low, perfectly pitched groans into my ear, syncing his movements with mine.

My eyes fluttered shut, "R-right there... don't stop, please!" My hands clawed hungrily at his back, probably reopening those scratches that lined his upper back. I held my mouth open as breathy whined filled the air, Jisung continued to sensually drag his cock against my walls, purposefully taking it slow so I could feel all of him.

I felt like I was going dumb from the torturous slowness, "Harder- please, Sungie... please, please, please-"

Jisung snaked a hand up to my throat, fingers forcefully jerking my head up to hold my chin to his face. He scoffed, "Shut the fuck up."

I moaned, his pace growing harder and faster, hitting secret parts of me that were left previously undiscovered. He knew what made my head spin, he knew what to say to make my pathetic dripping hole clench around him.

"You're gonna take it however I want you to take it, got it, babe?" Jisung watched with pride as I scrambled to nod, meanwhile he strategically sped up his thrusts. "I'm gonna make you my bitch." He forcefully squeezed my neck, restricting the flow before he attached his lips just below my jaw. I shook, eyes fluttering shut, only to be opened by the harsh bite he gave at the base of my neck, I'm sure it was enough to leave a mark of some kind.

After all, he liked to mark.

He snagged my wrist, pressing it into the mirror behind my head and pressing me into it.

"You're so fucking hot... can't get enough of your little sounds," Jisung admitted through lustful groans, pacing hurriedly hurdling toward a high that I knew would alter the chemistry in my brain; this moment was building up so slowly yet so perfectly, he knew how to edge me on without driving me insane.

I couldn't speak, his lips found solace at my jaw again as he nibbled at the same spot on my neck he'd admired in the mirror earlier. It burned from the night before, and his hot tongue drooling down my throat was enough to make my hole clench, anticipating my inevitable orgasm.

"F-fuck, Ji, I'm coming-" I gasped out, the air felt suffocating to breath, it burned my lungs but the feeling was so addicting.

He shifted his head to the other side of my neck, repeating the pattern of his lips on the other side of my neck.

To follow, Jisung began to rock in and out slower, hitting parts of me that felt heavenly. But he purposefully moved slow, so slow until I felt my orgasm slowly dwindle. I tightly grabbed at his shoulders, watching as he pulled back and stared down at where our bodies connected with a sadistic smirk on his lips.

I furrowed my brows at him, angry from the denial of my orgasm, "Let me cum! Please, want it so bad!" I scrambled and slurred my words in incomprehensible mumbles, my fingers scratching at any part of his body that was within my immediate reach.

He snatched my hands back and held each of my wrists pinned against the marble.

"Off the counter," He huskily breathed down my face, making me shiver. But I obliged, he pulled his soaked cock out and watched as I scurried down from the countertops, shaking in the thighs but ready for more.

"Now be a good girl and lean against it," Jisung began to push me forward, bending me at an angle over the counter until I was face to face with my reflection, "Now let's see how well you take it, yeah? I'm not holding back anymore."

I gasped when I felt his tip slide back in, then the rest of his hard dick. I watched my own face in the mirror, my face was practically pressed against it, my hot breath was coating the mirror in a foggy slick that began to drip from the condensation.

He didn't hold back at all, instantly he began to collide our hips back and forth, the lewd and wet slapping noises ensuing as he steadied his pace.

I couldn't stop myself as moan after moan left my lips, making my eyes water with salt and begin to be bombarded with at starry images that plagued my vision no matter where I looked.

"Look at you," Jisung bent forward as much as he could until our bodies were flush, his bare chest burned imprints into my sweat covered back. He grabbed my jaw, forcing my face to maintain eye contact with the reflection in the mirror, "Such a fucking slut. It's so hot, baby."

I gave him a tired yet satisfied moan, wanting to say more but unable to form the sentence without moans filling the gaps between words.

His cock dragged against my walls, he knew what parts of me to hit that sent me into a blissful oblivion. His lips pressed fiery marks into my shoulders and back, tongue lining parts of my body he hadn't yet found before. All the while his hand stayed forcefully pulling at the edge of my jaw, forcing me to watch everything he did in the bathroom mirror.

The sight was the prettiest thing. His hair fell beautifully past his eyes, blocking the view of them but I knew was they looked like. They were dark, arousing, and so unreadable. That's what made him so alluring.

And the way his body glistening in that slick of sweat under the dim lights of the bathroom; paired with the little left over foggy residue of his previous shower, made him seem godly.

He rammed his hips into me, "Nothing to say? What happened to all that big talk earlier, huh? So quiet now, let me hear it."

Jisung didn't hold back at all; his cock kissed my cervix, making my entire body twitch and twitch until I felt that undeniably heavenly sensation of my climax.

I finally opened my mouth to say something other that a relentless moan, "Wanna cum- let me cum, please, please! Let me cum..." jisung smirked at me in the mirror, enjoying my pleas.

"You wanna cum, baby?" Jisung bent to my ear, gripping my neck softly now, pressing his fingertips tightly into the sides of my aching and fry throat, "Cum with me. Gonna fill you up until you're begging me to stop."

I nodded, mewling while my orgasm took over and I was gripping the countertops, fighting with my eyes to stay open. Jisung helped me with that, forcing my face to the mirror until I dragged them wide.

I felt my own hot, lewd liquid slither down my inner thigh, snaking around my skin and pricking it with its overwhelming warmth.

And then Jisung tightly grasped my hair, jerking my head back and groaning in almost a loud, hazy growl, "Fuck- s'tight!"

With a few final thrusts, he unloaded into me, making me feel unspeakably full, my cunt throbbed as I felt his own cum join mine, filling me like a cup.

Jisung huffed into my ear, "Took it so well, bubs. Look how pretty you look all full of my cum." He tucked strands of hair behind my ear, not pulling out but praising me kindly while I panted and tried to regain my sense of self.

"Fuck... that was so good, Ji," I finally spoke in a soft mumble, my eyes finally falling shut.

"I know, baby." He kissed the side of my face, "You did so well." He grunted while slipping out of me, fully allowing our mix of fluids to seep out of me, dripping to the floor in thick clumps. I hissed as he pulled out, a stinging making my eyes flutter.

"We should bath," Jisung chuckled, concealing the fact that he was turned on again by the sight of the cum that leaked out of your hole.

"We smell like cum," He added again.

I nodded, standing but with great struggle as I teetered on the edge of my heels.

"Carry me," I held up my arms, making grabby hands at the taller boy, "Can't walk. Your fault."

He rolled his eyes but did as I asked, "You're lucky I love you so much."

♥︎ thank you 4 reading!

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heluvschibi · 6 months ago

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Yk I'm going to need someone to write a yandere Jisung or Jeongin like this, desperate yes! Whiney absolutely! PERVERTED?! YESSSS!(maybe) PSYCHOTIC? YES PLEASE!! 🙏🏽🙏🏽

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

THE 2 WRITTERS I HAVE IN MIND (if they even got time) ARE

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(YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE TO OFC)

THE WAY THIS FF WOULD BE MY FAVORITE 😍—Chibi

Have a good day/afternoon/night!!

#chibi posted!!#stray kids #skz stay #perv skz #yandere stray kids #stalker straykids #straykids ff #han jisung #Yan!Han #straykids han jisung #THR WAY I WOULD BE #ON MY KNEES #😭🙏🏽#yang jeongin #straykids jeongin #i.n

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seung-mong · 2 years ago

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binsung - dealines pt. 2

includes: dom! changbin x fem reader x switch! jisung, semi public sex, power play to the MAX, changbin's kinda possesive, humiliation, dacryphilia, breeding kink, face fucking, oral (m and f receiving), cum play (kinda nastee), changbin is mean, slight voyeurism. hint of polyamorous relationship at the end?? lots of bullshit about history so if uk the actual answers pls ignore what i typed down i was just talking shit tee bee eich. ALSO this is my first time writing a threesome ERM lmk what u think NOT PROOFREAD I WAS TOO EXCITED HEHE

wc: 6.1k of pure filth literally porn with little plot wtf is wrong w/ me?? blame changbin <3

you cant even reach for the doorknob, seemingly frozen in place. you're early for mr. seo's class, but there's already people seated in the lecture hall, eyes glued to their phones or heads dropped down to their desk.

you can see his frame leaning against the table, dark slacks perfectly hugging his thighs, his white button down tucked in. he looks annoyed, flipping through the papers on his desk with a disappointed sigh. he looks fucking delicious, and you can't help the way you clench your thighs, a familiar pulsing between your legs so strong you have to catch your breath. you're not sure why you don't have the strength to walk in yet, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you slowly lift your hand to reach for the handle.

"are you gonna go in? or..." a soft voice asks from behind you, dark charcoal eyes hiding behind a sweep of dirty blonde hair, eyes that dart towards you then quickly to the floor, a red hue spreading across his cheeks.

"oh! jisung." you yelp in surprise, half mortified half amused at the thought that he had been waiting for you to go in the whole time, watching as you fought with yourself in your head. he looks so cute, baggy grey sweatpants that hang on his hips nicely, a large oversized hoodie that seems to swallow him whole, and the white beanie he always wears when its cold enough outside.

"hi, y/n." he mumbles bashfully, still refusing to look you in the eye. instead, his gaze fixes on your pretty shoes, white and clean, untainted. unlike you. you watch as his stare travels upwards, eyes suddenly fixated on the cute little skirt you decided to wear today. (changbin begged you.) "you look nice today." he hums, fingers reaching forward to pinch the fabric in between his fingers.

"oh. thanks, ji." you mumble, suddenly shy.

he smiles sweetly at you, politely moving past you to grab the door handle, opening it for you. you swoon at the gesture, ducking your head under his arm before stepping into the classroom. no one makes a move to look over at whoever just entered the classroom, not even when jisung loudly closes the door behind him. this gets your professor's attention, frown immediately disappearing when he sees your blushing figure staring dumbly back at him.

he smirks at you, eyeing you hungrily as you make your way to the front of the class. changbin clears his throat, catching both your and han's attention.

"would you both mind coming up here for a moment?" changbin's voice is gruff, an eyebrow raised at the pair of you.

with shaky knees, you grip onto your tote bag tighter, praying that you wont collapse as you make your way to his desk. jisung trails after you, hesitant and unsure but obedient all the same.

"you look beautiful today, y/n." changbin whispers lowly enough for just you and jisung to hear, and you blush.

"thank you sir."

"mr. han." changbin acknowledges the poor boy next to you, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"sir?" he squeaks, eyes not daring to leave the floor.

"would you mind sitting in the front with miss y/n this morning? there's something i'd like for you to do." changbin says nonchalantly, but han tilts his head in confusion.

changbin smirks at his reaction, and then turns to look at you. "why don't you go sit in front baby? where i can keep an eye on you, yea?"

you nod at him, thankful that he made you sit at the very front so you don't have to carry yourself any further. you take the seat right in the middle, directly in front of your teacher's desk. you notice changbin place on han's shoulder, who buckles slightly under the weight. changbin pulls him close, bringing his face close to the younger's ear as he starts to explain something animatedly.

han's brows are furrowed in confusion, but then he suddenly goes serious, before a small smirk tugs in the corner of his mouth. your breath hitches in your throat almost comically when they both look your way, changbin's gaze cocky and confident. jisung's somewhat harder to read, wicked glint in his eyes yet he cant seem to hold eye contact with you for more than three seconds.

changbin pats jisung firmly on the back, gesturing him towards the seat next to you. he stumbles over to you, intentionally ignoring your fixed stare on him.

"what'd he say?" you ask, curious. jisung shrugs beside you, setting his backpack on the floor and settling comfortably into his chair, back slightly slumped and his legs spread, his right knee bumping against your left.

"just asked me to help him with something later." jisung whispers, arm coming up to rest on your backrest, his fingers mindlessly playing with the lace on your top. you feel his knuckles brush against your bare shoulder, and you cant help the shiver that runs through you, a shiver that jisung doesnt miss, unfortunately.

"you cold? here." before you can protest, jisung's removing his hoodie, his plain white shirt riding up a bit with the fabric of the jacket, allowing you to see a glimpse of jisung's abs, as well as the top of his underwear that hides under his pants. he lays his hoodie on top of your legs, letting the fabric cover both of your thighs.

"oh. thanks, ji." you whisper shyly. "wont you be cold though?" you ask, pouting.

jisung giggles at you, finger coming up to playfully pinch your jutted out lower lip. "oh, i'll be warm in just a minute babe." he whispers, leaning nearer towards you. you dont get a chance to process his words, his hand resting on your knee.

"right." changbin clears his throat in front of the class, pinching the bridge of his nose before he readjusts his glasses. "good morning, everyone."

a low murmur of 'good morning' resonates through the room, half of the class already asleep. you can't even blame them, not really. not when the cold of the classroom is just soooo comfy and lulling you to sleep, along with the comforting way jisung's fingers trace patterns against your inner thigh.

hang on. how did his hand get there?

"i have to say, i'm very disappointed with the results of the latest exam." changbin's voice demands respect, his deep voice rumbling in your ears. you see a couple of students sit up straighter, those who had been sleeping lifting their head up groggily at your teacher's tone.

"who here wants to graduate?" changbin asks, nonchalant.

you look around the room to see your classmates raise their hand with confused faces, and you turn to the front, your own hand raised.

changbin looks around the room, bored. "half of you wont."

the room suddenly goes quiet, a somber look on everyone's faces.

"seriously what the fuck are these scores? 10 over 50, 12 over 50, 8 over 50? has no one been paying attention in class?" changbin sighs, walking over to the front of his desk and sitting on the edge of the table, a spot you're familiar with.

"it reached the point i thought i was the problem, but if i were, then why are some people acing the test? this isn't a reflection of my teaching, i dont think. not when i have given the material, taught the material thoroughly, and have even gone as far as to spoonfeed some of you hopeless cases." changbin ends his rant with a sigh, shaking his head.

you cant help the feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach. fear? respect? then why were your thighs clenching at how angry your teacher was? and why the fuck is han jisung's hand in between your thighs?

"ji," you warn him, gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, trying to pry his hand away.

"trust me." the boy beside you whispers, leaning closer to you, mouth right next to your ear as he presses a sneaky kiss just below your jaw. you exhale shakily, instantly relaxing when you feel jisung's knuckles brush against your clit over your panties.

"mr. kim." changbin suddenly calls.

your classmate stands, messy hair spilling out from underneath his cap, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. seungmin, you think his name was. he was top of your class, and super cute.

"sir?" he asks, almost unsure.

"throughout history, powerful elites have dominated. can you tell me how the relatively less powerful and the truly disenfranchised fit into history?" changbin challenges.

you see seungmin gulp.

everyone's eyes are fixed on the exchange, despite how hard it is to watch. jisung isnt having trouble looking away though, it seems.

"jisung, what are you doing?" you hiss, feeling his skilled fingers roll your stocking down, middle finger catching the side of your underwear and pulling it to the side, allowing him access to your cunt.

"just following instructions, y/n." jisung whispers against your ear. you suddenly feel changbin's gaze on you, hard eyes staring right into yours as you feel a fire grow in the pit of your stomach. changbin smirks lazily at you, sending you a quick wink before he attends to the stuttering student who tries to answer his question.

you let out a gasp when jisung dips his finger into your entrance, collecting your slick and bringing it back up to rub on your clit. you hold on tightly onto his wrist as he gently rubs you, fingers circling your clit in a precise, practiced manner.

"ji," you whine, trying your hardest not to moan out when he lightly pinches your clit in between his pointer and his thumb. "why? are you.."

"sir said you needed to be thoroughly prepped."

your eyes roll back at the thought, and it doesnt help that jisung chooses that exact moment to sink two fingers into your wet heat.

"a-and as sad- er unfortunate as it sounds, there is a need for that clear difference in power, it is vital in balance, n-no matter how ideal a perfect world sounds, there are just too many factors affecting the dynamics. and- and"

"thats enough," changbin raises his hand, giving the student a tight lipped smile, offering him a break. "thank you, mr. kim. you aced the test, by the way."

seungmin sighs in relief, dropping back into his seat as his seatmate, hyunjin, pats him on the back.

"mr han." changbin suddenly calls, and you freeze.

jisung doesnt, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. "yes sir?"

changbin smirks. "in discussing nationalism, historians are divided over whether or not people had any sort of national identity prior to the nineteenth century. what are your thoughts?"

jisung curls his fingers upwards, hitting your spot. you have to choke back a moan, now that everyone's eyes were fixed on the back of the boy's head. jisung starts to answer, but you honestly cant even understand what he's saying, not when he keeps his fingers in you, opting instead to rub insistently against your g-spot. you have to bite the back of your hand, leegs slightly shaking when he doesnt give you a break, fingers really digging into you harshly, his thumb resting comfortably on your clit and giving it a tap every now and then.

"so while there is evidence that points to people developing awareness to national identity in the nineteenth century, i believe that people have always had a sense of national identity, whether or not they knew what it was. id like to argue that its instilled in us somehow the moment we are born and declared as a citizen of our nation." jisung finishes smoothly, feeling you start to clench around his fingers.

"interesting take, mr. han. miss... y/n?" changbin calls out your name and you want to scream.

"s-sir?" you ask, breathless. changbin scoffs at the needy tone of your voice, making his way to stand directly in front of the table you share with jisung. his eyes flicker to the way jisung's arms subtly moves against the table, that if anyone were to look under, they'd see your pretty pussy being split open by your classmate's fingers underneath his hoodie.

your eyes are tearing up from how good jisung is making you feel, thumb now circling your clit.

god you feel like you could cum any moment.

"are you alright, miss y/n? you're looking... flushed. do you have a fever?" changbin asks with a subtle smirk, leaning down to press his hand against your forehead. his fingers gently push back the strands of hair that stick to your forehead due the thin sheet of sweat that formed there.

"i-im doing just.... fine! i-im.. i'm fine, sir!" you squeak, praying to any god up there to help you hold it in, to not cum in front of your whole class as they watch you with concern.

"oh but you're burning up." changbin coos with fake sympathy. he crouches next to you, hand coming down to harshly grip your thigh as he leans forward, whispering into your ear.

"cum now and you're not getting any cock later. understood?" changbin hisses, and you start to feel tears pool in your eyes.

"b-but sir." you whimper, fingers wrapped tightly around jisung's wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"don't fucking stop." changbin warns lowly at the boy beside you, who obeys. "baby," changbin coos, pretending to explain something to you so as not to arouse any suspicion from the rest of the class. "none of that attitude, understood? obey and i promise to fuck you real good later."

you want to throw up, trying so hard not to fall part, but jisung's fingers are like fucking magic, never missing your spot and filling you up nicely. you feel like you're about to pee, fear running through you at the thought of possibly squirting right here, in front of everybody.

"any questions?" changbin suddenly straightens up, addressing the rest of the class.

he's met with silence and a couple of students who can't seem to meet his gaze.

"good. now get the fuck outta my class." changbin sighs, walking over to his desk and pretending to arrange papers. you stay as still as possible watching as other students hurriedly stuff their books into their bags, slinging it over their shoulder, eager to escape the tension.

the last student closes the door behind her with a gentle snap, the sound travelling straight to your pussy at the prospect of what was about to come.

"she cum yet, jisung?" changbin asks, not even looking at either of you, gaze fixed on the papers on his desk.

"not yet, sir. she's holding it in like a fucking champ." jisung coos, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. you feel like your clit is on fire, thighs shaking at the loss of jisung's touch. he brings his fingers straight up to his mouth, tongue flicking in between his digits to lap at your juices.

"did i say you could have a taste?" changbin's voice is stern as he slams his palm on the table, making you both jump.

"n-no, sir." jisung whimpers, wiping his hand onto his pants.

"you'll need to learn your manners, yes? quickly." changbin addresses him, to which the younger male nods sheepishly.

you still feel like you're about to cry, pussy painfully clenching around nothing as sobs threaten to break through. changbin coos at your state, walking over to place a hand on your head.

"you've been such a good girl for me." he praises, kissing the side of your face. you cant do anything but whimper, hands reaching out to clutch onto your teacher's shirt.

"sir, please. wanna cum so fucking bad." you sob, delirious with the delicious pain of neglect, your cunt throbbing with want.

changbin hums at you, gentle hands wrapping around your body, lifting you out of the seat with ease. "jisung, lock the door."

jisung obeys instantly, scrambling out of his seat to lock the door and cover the tiny window with a piece of paper.

you cling onto changbin, arms wrapped around his shoulder, legs trapping his waist against you. he walks you over to his desk as if you weigh nothing, setting you down on the corner of the table and gently prying your arms away from his neck.

"shh, baby. promise ill give my good girl what she wants." changbin soothes you, and you dont even realize you're crying. the sight makes changbin's cock twitch in his pants, fingers reaching up to your face, thumb swiping over your tear before bringing it to his mouth. he moans at the salty taste, making you freeze.

"look so pretty when you cry, baby. almost wanna make you cry some more." changbin confesses, leaning closer to finally place his lips on yours. the kiss is sweet, almost as if he's comforting you and apologizing for putting you through the sweet torture. his tongue darts out and licks along your lower lip, teeth gently sinking into you. you wince as he pulls away, bottom lip still in between his teeth.

he only smirks at you, hand moving to your nape, making it easier for him to hold you against his face. "jisung." he suddenly calls out to the younger male who watches from the side of the desk, cock painfully hard in his sweats as he watches you two make out.

"sir?' his voice is croaky, throat dry from watching you subtly try to roll your hips against changbin.

"come over here and take y/n's top off." he directs jisung, who rushes over to you, placing himself behind you.

it's an interesting and almost sinful feeling, having changbin's rougher hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the table so he slot himself in between your legs, bulge in his slacks rubbing against your dripping cunt. then there's jisung, gentle fingers trailing down your shoulder, reaching over to your front to unbutton your shirt painfully slow, taking his sweet time as he leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed skin.

you don't know where to put your hands, settling to place it behind you so you can lean back, making it easier for both men to grope you, changbin roughly gripping onto your ass and jisung hesitantly slipping his hands underneath your top to rest on top of your breasts. jisung pauses, as if remembering something.

"s-sir?' jisung asks, shifting his weight onto his other foot in fear.

"hmm?" changbin hums, too occupied with playing with the hem of your stocking, halfway rolled down your thigh thanks to jisung's earlier ministrations. he can feel the slick cover your thigh, sticky and warm. he rolls your stocking down impatiently, letting it fall to the floor before flipping up your skirt and grabbing onto your panties as well.

"can i- can i touch her? sir?" jisung asks for permission, biting his lip. he's usually always the one who takes control when it comes to sex, so the thought of asking someone else for permission is new to him. after all, he's never had sex with someone who so naturally demands dominance the way changbin does.

"yes, you may. good boy, asking for permission." changbin coos.

oh. jisung definetely liked that.

"sir," you whine, desperate for his attention. changbin chuckles condescendgly at you, once again pocketing your underwear and stuffing it into his back pocket.

"yes, baby?"

"want your cock, please?" you ask politely, knowing you'd be rewarded for your good behaviour.

"youve been such a good girl for me today, hmm?" he coos, finally undoing the button of his slacks and dragging down his zipper, pulling his cock out and letting it slap against his clothed abdomen.

your mouth waters at the sight, hands grabbing for changbin's hips, desperate to be stuffed. jisung moans from behind you, nipping and kissing at your neck. he's a little more shameless now, hands fully groping your tits over your bra, ripping your top off of you and letting it fall to the floor.

"cum anytime you want for me, hm?" changbin rasps, chuckling when you impatiently grab at his cock, aligning it with your entrance and pulling him closer. he fills you up with one thrust, hips hitting the back of your thighs. his thumb finds your swollen clit and you can't help but gush around him immediately, blaming how worked up you were from jisung's fingers, finding sweet relief from the tightly wounded knot in your lower stomach. you cum right then and there, silent scream escaping your mouth dropped in an 'o'.

"no fucking way." jisung gasps from behind you, hands stilling.

"oh, my poor baby." changbin scoffs in disbelief, grip tight on your hips as he helps you ride out your high.

you're too relieved to feel embarrassed, hand flying to grip onto changbin's shirt. he continues to thrust into you, fingers digging painfully into your hips. you let him do whatever he wants to you, taking whatever he's generous enough to give you. jisung is having a harder time being content, though. it feels its a little unfair on his part, only getting to massage your tits over your bra, kissing your neck. he feels left out, wants your attention.

"y/n, baby." jisung whispers in your ear, followed by a soft kiss to your jaw.

"y-yea, sung?" you moan, hand reaching out to lace your fingers with his.

"wanna kiss you." jisung whines lowly against your neck, eyes fixed on the way changbin's cock repeatedly sinks into you before he pulls out to the tip, just to slam all the way back in. for a fleeting moment, he wonders how it feels.

"awh sungie feels left out," changbin mocks, picking up the nickname you use for him. "how about you turn over so you can kiss him, hmm sweetheart?"

jisung's breath hitches at the thought, and he watches with hooded eyes as changbin pulls out of you, much to your dismay. changbin roughly flips you over by the hips, pushing you against his desk so the edge bites against your skin. changbin's hand comes down harshly on your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward with a yelp. he chuckles, gently rubbing the now red skin.

"show sungie some love, baby." changbin mumbles, easing into you once more, making the both of you groan at the contact.

but its so hard to think when changbin rocks into you so fucking good, dick hitting spots you didnt even know existed.

"baby, come on." jisung whines, reaching behind you to finally unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward and freeing your tits. he whines at the sight, tits bouncing with changbin's every thrust.

you can't think straight, you feel bad for leaving jisung out but you cant fucking help it when changbin's just fucking you so good. you muster your strength to rest on your palms, arching your back even more for changbin, looking up sweetly at jisung.

"kiss me, sungie. please?" you beg with wide eyes, and jisung thinks he could cum at the spot. he always thought you were so pretty, always smiling so sweetly at him whenever you'd pass him by in the hallways, always so kind and speaking to him in a voice so sweet. he mentally wants to punch himself, here you are in the lewdest position he could think of, getting fucked from behind with your tits spilling out and drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, yet all he can think about is kissing you so good he hopes to take your breath away.

so he leans forward, hand cupping the side of your face, palm gentle against your cheek. his lips are soft and full against yours, tongue poking out shyly to taste your bottom lip, making you whimper into his mouth.

"wait, wait, im gonna cum again." you whine against jisung's lips, making him groan.

"beg for it." changbin grunts, grip on your hips so tight it almost hurts.

"please sir, need to cum so fucking bad. wanna cum on your cock, please?" you pull away from jisung to look back at your professor, pout so pretty on your lips he couldnt deny you if he tried.

"cum for me then, cum real good on my cock." changbin commands, fucking you harder, faster, to help you reach your high. your thighs are shaking from trying to keep you up for so long, and you would have collapsed face first onto the table if it werent for jisung, who harshly crashes his lips against yours to swallow your sweet moans.

"fuck, gonna cum in you. you'll take it like a good girl, wont you?" changbin grunts, ignoring your sobs of sensitivity as he thrusts even harder up into you, anchoring your hips against his as he ruts desperately into you, grinding into you.

"mhm ill take it," you whimper, hands locking with jisung's as he plants open mouthed kisses on your skin. "'m gonna take everything you give me."

"such a good fucking girl for me. just a toy for me to use, right?" he hisses, thighs clenching ss he tries to hold his orgasm off, wanting to feel your tight walls around him for just a little while longer.

"yes, sir."

changbin cums with a low groan, hips stuttering harshly against you, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of your hips. you feel warmth shoot deep inside you, sighing contently when changbin softens inside you, slowly pulling out. jisung's eyes light up at the thought of having you next, but those eyes widen when changbin suddenly drops to his knees, spreading your ass cheeks apart and latching his mouth onto your hot cunt.

"bin, wait 'm sensitive," you whine, heat spreading across your cheeks when you hear him slurp, head spinning at how fucking dirty he is. his tongue dips into you, scooping his cum out and placing the hot, sticky liquid into his mouth. he makes sure to get every drop, really pressing his whole face into the space between your thighs, shaking his head side to side so his nose hits your clit.

he quickly stands up when he's done fishing for his cum, flipping you around and attaching his lips to yours in a beat. you moan at how nasty he is, pushing his cum into your mouth with his tongue. he makes sure to swirl his tongue around yours after, biting harshly onto your bottom lip before he pulls away.

"hold that in your fucking mouth." he growls, fingers weaving into your hair. "jisung get the fuck over here." he booms, voice demanding respect. the younger boy almost jumps over the table to obey, standing in between the two of you.

"y/n, get on your knees." changbin tells you, but he didn't really have to, not when hes gently pushing you to the ground by your head. you're face to face with jisung's crotch, his bulge so prominent against his sweats, the head poking out, a small stain near his hip.

"take his cock out, baby. i think it's time you show jisung just how much you like him. thank him for prepping you so well." changbin lets go of your hair, thumb sweetly caressing the side of your cheek. he steps back, settling down on the chair, hardening dick still out.

jisung's head is spinning at the sight of you. eyes looking up at him so sweetly, mouth open and swirling changbin's cum. he's so painfully hard, wants to shove his dick down your throat with no respect for your comfort. but he wants to be gentle, take his time with you.

you tease him, nimble fingers playing with the drawstring of his sweats, slowly undoing the tie. your eyes never leave his, rolling his sweats down, taking his cock out of his boxers where it springs into the cold air. he hisses at the temperature, knuckles turning white by his side unsure if he can touch you. you lean forward, pursing your lips and pressing a soft gentle kiss to his tip. your tongue darts out to lick at his slit, letting changbins cum trail down jisung's cock.

"fuck." jisung whimpers, the visual a little too much for him. white liquid dribbles down his shaft in thick globs, pooling at the base of his dick as you lean down to lick him clean. you finally take him fully into your mouth, mixed beads of precum from jisung's tip, changbin's cum, and your saliva mixing and trailing slowly down your throat. you swallow around jisung's dick, and he hisses, hands flying up to rest on your head. he quickly takes it back, but you whine, grabbing his wrists and placing it back.

"this... this is okay?" jisung asks, making sure you're okay with it. you nod up at him, mouth tight around his tip, sucking harshly and making his knees buckle, fingers gripping tightly onto your hair.

you're so hyperfixated on jisung you miss the show changbin's giving, stroking his hard cock as he watches you struggle to fit jisung down your throat. he could get used to this, he thinks, watching your tiny fingers wrap around jisung's base. and then there's jisung, who changbin can't deny is attractive, head thrown back to show his adam's apple, chest heaving at how well you take his dick.

"y/n." jisung whimpers, pulling his dick out of your mouth. "i-i'm so close, can i fuck your mouth? please?"

"do it." changbin grunts from the corner of the room, catching your attention. he has a cocky grin on his face, fingers wrapped tight around his cock. "fuck her throat real good, sungie. she's our toy to use. aren't you baby?"

you nod shyly at changbin before you look up at jisung, who still looks hesitant. "it's okay, sungie. wan you to use my throat." you reassure him, hands coming up to rest on his thighs, nails lightly scratching him.

"fuck, okay okay. 'm gonna hold your head okay?" jisung says, and you nod. he's always wanted to try this, always cum so fucking hard when he watches shit like this on porn. but his senses are heightened because it's you, sweet little you who he's gonna do this with, your throat he's going to be ruining.

you open your mouth, letting your jaw go slack and taking a deep breath to relax yourself before jisung shoves his dick in your mouth, hands placed firmly on your head to keep you still. jisung moves forward slowly, experimentally rolling his hips until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"oh shit shit shit," jisung mutters, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your throat contracting around his sensitive tip. he pulls back just a little before he thrusts into your mouth again, a little harsher this time and making you gag.

"sorry." he whimpers, but he isn't, not really. in fact, he wants you to gag again. wants to make you choke on his cock. he pulls back again, thrusting into your throat so forcefully his tip goes all the way down. he lets out his loudest whimper yet, setting a pace that has him going insane. his gaze is fixed on you, eyes wet with tears and drool trailing down the side of your mouth. but he can't stop. he wants to cum down your throat, wants you to choke on his cum. god, he was sick.

you try your best to breathe normally, humming lightly whenever you feel jisung hit the back of your throat. it helps you refrain from gagging, and it adds extra vibration for jisung. but then he's cradling the back of your head, pushing you so far down his cock your nose almost touches his abdomen. you try to push him away by his thighs, but jisung doesnt let up.

"please, please, stay. please, need to cum down your throat. please i'm so close y/n. fuck please please please." he whines, thighs shaking from how close he is. his whines are so pretty you can't help but listen, eyes squeezing shut as you feel his tip painfully hit the back of your throat. just when you feel like you're about to pass out, jisung lets out a high-pitched whimper, his hot cum shooting stright down your throat. you almost forget to swallow, choking a little before swallowing around him.

"oh fuck fuck fuck." jisung pants, letting go of your head and pulling his sensitive cock out of your mouth. you have to catch your breath, letting out a dry sob after finally getting air into your lungs. jisung kneels down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his lips. he kisses you sweetly as an apology, moaning when he tastes him and changbin on your tongue. you kiss him back just as roughly, fingers winding around his soft hair and pulling tightly, making him whine. you're the one who pulls away to catch your breath, but jisung just continues down your neck, pulling you flush against his chest before he decides to sit down, bringing you to sit down on top of him. you're too busy making out with him that you don't even remember changbin's in the room with you until you hear him hiss, pulling away from jisung to catch the way changbin cums against his stomach, pearly white cum shooting from the tip.

jisung whines against you, asking you to kiss him again. you comply, softly placing your lips against his. he kisses you gently now, breathing heavily against you.

"thank you," jisung says shyly, forehead resting against yours.

"for what?" you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looks up at you, eyes shining.

"for letting me cum down your throat?" he jokes, and you playfully punch him on the shoulder.

you peck him on the lips, a sweet act that makes jisung's cheeks go red.

"both of you did so good." changbin coos from his seat, cleaning himself up with a tissue and stuffing his cock back in his pants. he walks over to you, planting a soft kiss on top of your head.

you melt against him, cheek resting against his thigh as he cups your head against him. jisung, not one to be left out, leans forward and rests his head against your bare chest. you bask in the silence for a while, until you hear a stomach growl.

you're not sure whose it was.

you giggle, hand coming up to comb gently through jisung's messy hair. "maybe we should get some food." you suggest, and jisung looks up at you, hopeful.

"maybe we should clean up first." changbin huffs, offering you and jisung a hand to help you up. "my apartment is just a few blocks from here. you guys can clean up there if you'd like." changbin shrugs, walking away from you to his desk, gathering his things up and organizing them into his briefcase.

you look over at jisung, who bites his bottom lip thoughtfully. "i do feel kinda icky, what do you think?"

"yea, i could use a shower. i smell like cum." you joke, and jisung cringes.

"and then when we're all done. we can get some dinner. my treat." changbin smiles gently, and you swoon.

"sounds like a good plan to me," jisung shrugs. he suddenly remembers you're still bare naked, tits out in the open. he walks back to where you were both seated just an hour ago, picking his hoodie up and slipping it over your frame.

"you look nice in my clothes." he hums shyly, and you peck him on the cheek.

"your clothes smell good." you say, letting jisung lace his fingers with yours.

changbin picks your bra and top up from the floor, folding it neatly. he walks over to you, kissing the top of your head before handing your clothes to jisung, who shoves them into his backpack. changbin then throws his arm over you, hugging you to his side. "lets clean you both up, yea?"

"dibs on the shower." you say, as you all walk out, jisung squeezing your hand as he groans.

"we can always shower together." jisung suggests, wiggling his eyebrows up and down and making you giggle.

"i dont care who showers first or how you shower. just dont use up all my water." changbin sighs, turning all the lights off and locking the door of his classroom behind him.

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