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pearls-recs · 8 months ago

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Drive

Summary: you've been pining after your chauffeur Hyunjin for years. one night, you decide to take things into your own hands, deciding the only opportunity you need is to take a little drive.

Pairing: chauffeur!Hyunjin x wealthy fab!reader

Genre: stranger to lover au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word count:3.6k

Warnings: car sex, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, masturbation, exhibitionism, cum tasting, p in v penetration, creampie (don't), alcohol usage, breeding kink, use of term miss (but not in a sexual way)

Notes: the whole time i wrote this, i was thinking of the song Drive which we all know is about driving only yep lol. I hope you enjoy!

If you liked, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

The buildings pass by, disguised as large, blurry objects that are difficult to make out, each one blending in with the next. The other cars seem to be racing with yours, as they speed away to their destination.

You sit in the backseat, your phone in one hand as you respond to messages, your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips in concentration. As you pressed send on the last message, you tossed your head back with a sigh, throwing your phone down on the leather seat.

Closing your eyes, you let the air conditioner that is blowing gently from the vents above your head cool you down, as it was another insufferable, hot day. Your top was starting to stick to your skin, as you perspired. Damn you couldn't wait to get home and shower.

"Everything alright miss?"

You startle slightly at the husky voice, your eyes snapping open as you looked at the rearview mirror, where a pair of brown eyes were peering at you in concern.

"Yes, Hyunjin, I'm fine," you responded while tossing your hair back, giving him a good view of your chest where your cleavage was visible.

Hyunjin nodded, satisfied at your answer, his focus shifting back to the road.

You smirked, feeling a little more energized after the interaction. Hyunjin was your personal driver, appointed to you by your family. Each member had their own, as your family was wealthy and part of the elite of the city.

He was respectable and did his job well, taking you anywhere you needed to go. He was also good on the eyes. You loved sneaking a peek at his gorgeous, long brown hair, his beautiful brown eyes, and not to mention his luscious lips.

You decided to spice things up, as you were bored, but also slightly horny sitting within the proximity of a god himself.

You sat as seductively as you could and sighed again, Hyunjin taking the bait and looking up and into the mirror again to check on you. You kept eye contact, batting your eyelashes as you smirked at the man.

Hyunjin shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes darting to the road in front of him and back to the mirror to look at you.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you slowly pushed the digits in, swirling your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet. You gently sucked on them, holding eye contact with Hyunjin the whole time.

You felt a jolt run through your body, settling in your core, causing your clit go throb. The thought of Hyunjin getting hot and bothered just because you were sucking your fingers, caused your pussy to clench as your slick seeped out into your panties.

You giggled as he shifted in his seat, as he let out a soft grunt. You knew he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel as you heard the sound of the leather crunch as he moved.

You continued to tease him, licking and sucking your fingers until the car pulled up to your drive way, the vehicle safely coming to a stop.

You withdrew your fingers with a pop, and wiped them on your shirt before grabbing your bag that was next to you. Before opening your door, you leaned closer to Hyunjin, placing your hand on the shoulder of his nice, crisp white shirt.

“See you later Hyunjin,” you purred, squeezing his arm before leaning back and opening the door.

“Bye miss,” Hyunjin said in a deep voice, watching as you slipped out the back seat, slammed the door, and walked away.

He sat there for a moment more, his cock twitching within your pants as he watched how your ass swayed with each step. He’s not sure what just happened, but chose to ignore it as he started the car again to park it in the garage.

You were happy with today’s event, happy that he fell for your charm. You knew the effect you had on Hyunjin, have known it for years.

You know he watches you from time to time in the car, as you walk away, his eyes glued to your ass. You’ve seen the way he eyes your cleavage when you lean a little too close when talking with him.

It will be easy to entice him, to ensnare him within your clutches using your charms.

It was laughable really, after all he’s just a man.

— —

The next day, you needed to have Hyunjin drive you to a small gathering, a celebration for the success of your new business.

You picked out your best lingerie set, smiling as you delicately pulled the black lace over your legs, snapped the lace bra over your breasts.

Picking up your red dress, you slipped it on, the material hugging your curves perfectly, showing off your shape. You topped it off with a diamond necklace and diamond studs, the light reflecting off the jewels and scattering throughout the room in the afternoon sunlight.

You slipped your heels on, fastening the buckles against your ankles. You felt satisfied as you took one last look in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch, you made your way out of your room, your heels echoing off the tile as you walked down the hall, the grand staircase, and finally out of the door.

Hyunjin was waiting for you, standing by the door of the car. You smirked as he eyed your body, his eyes widening as they traveled from your face to your tits. He lingered there before eyeing your curves and your legs before looking back up to your face.

“How are you miss?” Hyunjin asked, trying to cover up the lust in his voice.

“Very well, thank you,” you purred, sitting down on the seat as Hyunjin had already opened the door for you.

You slowly pulled your legs into the car, Hyunjin’s eyes traveling along the flesh. Once seated, you signaled to him that you were good, watching as he carefully closed the door. He got into the drivers seat and pulled away from your home.

You both sat in silence for the ride. You looked out the window, your mind on the man in front of you. You couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on yours, how his hands would glide across your body as he takes you over and over.

You felt an ache form within your core, your arousal slowly seeping into your panties. You clenched your thighs together seeking friction as you imagined how big his cock is, and how he would look as he came, giving you loads of his cum.

You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear Hyunjin announce that you were at your destination. You snapped out of your reverie and noticed how he had turned around in his seat, his eyes searching yours in concern, but mixed with something more. It was as if he knew what you were day dreaming about.

You cleared your throat and straightened up and opened your door. As you stepped out of the car, you took a breath of fresh air, your mind clearing from whatever that was swirling around in your brain.

“Thank you Hyunjin, I’ll see you later tonight.”

You didn’t hear his response as you had already slammed the door shut. You walked away from Hyunjin and towards the party, putting a smile on your face.

— —

The night passed, the drinks flowed. You danced the night away, as the alcohol coursed through you, causing that warmth you craved.

You were also warm elsewhere, your core throbbing, aching, needing to be touched, filled until you were satisfied. Your panties were soaked as you danced to the beat, the seductive song blaring on the speakers.

Your mind wandered as you moved, wishing Hyunjin was there, his arms on your waist as he held you from behind. You smiled at the thought of how you’d both get lost in each other, letting the music carry you to paradise.

However, as the song changed to something more upbeat, you watched as the picture materialized in front of you, disappearing from your mind. You needed Hyunjin and tonight you would have him.

— —

You sat outside on the step, breathing in the fresh air as the wind tickled your sweat coated skin. You were sipping a glass of water, eyes gazing in the distance as you waited for hyunjin. It was late and you were tired, but you still had that ache and that need for your chauffeur.

As you watched a black car pull up, you smiled, slowly getting to your feet. Hyunjin hurriedly got out of the car and rushed to your side.

“Miss…are you alright?” He inquired, his arms out, ready to stabilize you if needed.

“I’m fine Hyunjin,” you chuckled, gently pushing his arms away.

You walked next to him, his long legs matching your pace. You patiently waited as he opened the door, and slid in, your back relaxing against the plush leather seats.

It didn’t take long for hyunjin to get in and start the car, the house slowly fading away in the distance. You relaxed further in your seat, your eyes drifting up to where Hyunjin was sitting.

You watched as he gripped the steering wheel, the veins becoming more prominent with the motion. You sighed as you imagined those hands elsewhere, a shiver running down your spine and causing your pussy to flutter.

You leaned back as you began to run your hand over you body, eyes closing as your fingers brushed against your collarbone, inching lower until they reached your thighs.

Opening your eyes, you looked at the man in front of you, a soft smiling reaching your lips as your fingers inched higher, the digits playing with the hem of your dress.

You felt like you were floating, not quite drunk but enough to where you felt uninhibited. Every touch was heightened causing little ripples in your belly, your core aching and dripping.

Hyunjin was still watching you, his eyes darting to the road and back to yours. You kept eye contact with him through the mirror, as you spread your legs wider for easier access.

You touched the pads of your fingers to your soaked panties, apply slight pressure on the material right over your clit. You gasped out as you circled the nub through the cloth, waves of pleasure spreading with each twist of your wrist.

Biting your lip, you reached down to remove the offending clothing, dragging your sticky, wet panties down your legs. You tossed them on the floor, and ground your thighs together, your slick steadily dripping from your pussy and onto the leather seats below.

Hyunjin held his breath as he watched you dip your fingers into your sopping hole, deeper and deeper until you squealed, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet car.

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white as he felt his cock fill out within the confines of his pants. You were a tease, and it was driving him insane.

You knew you had him, smiling as he stopped at a red light, his attention now solely on you. You fingered your self harder, faster, the wet sounds filling the car causing you to groan and Hyunjin to whine.

You chuckled as he shifted in his seat, his eyes on your pussy. With each thrust of your fingers, your palm caught your clit just right, your high approaching fast.

Your moans filled the car as you stroked your sweet spot, the warm feeling in your belly building until it snapped, pleasure spreading the your body as your walls spasmed around your fingers. You thrashed around as you rode out your high, your arousal drenching the seats below. Once you came down, you withdrew your fingers and smiled.

“Enjoyed the view Hyunjin?” You cooed, watching as he blushed and cleared his throat, his gaze turning back to the road, as the light had since turned green.

You relaxed on the seat spent, satisfied at easing the ache within your core. It didn’t take long however, until you felt the throbbing within your core wanting to be filled again.

Hyunjin suddenly stopped the car and got out, causing you to sit up in your seat, shocked that you were already home. However when you looked out the window, you noticed you were not home but in an abandoned parking lot.

Confused, you cocked your head, wondering what hyunjin was doing. Before you could react, hyunjin opened the door and got into the back seat with you, leaving the door wide open for anyone to see.

“Please, please, need you miss!”

You stared at the man in front of you, shock in your eyes. That shock soon turned to a smirk as you brushed your hand through his hair as he whimpered.

“You can have me baby,” you purred as you slightly yanked on the strands of his hair. “You can start by cleaning up this mess.”

Hyunjin looked at you before looking at the seat, the leather slick with your arousal. He licked his lips and whined before lowering his head and touching his tongue to the pool of liquid.

He groaned at the taste before he fervently started to lick up your slick. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cleaned up the seat, your pussy clenching at the sight.

“Nasty baby aren’t you, licking up my cum from the seat. It’s ok, I have more for you,” you said lifting his head up from the seat.

His tongue was still out, his eyes hooded as you brought his face closer to your pussy. You moaned as he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking the bud within his pillowly lips.

You gripped his hair harder, moving his head up and down, his tongue slack as you rode the muscle. You whined as Hyunjin pressed his face further against your folds and stuck his tongue within your entrance as deep as it could go.

Hyunjin fucked your little hole, catching every drop of your arousal on his tongue, making sure not to waste a drop. You felt pleasure trickle through your core each time his nose brushed against your clit, leaving you breathless each time.

You smiled down at the man below you, your heart beating erratically as he worshiped your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.

“Keep going baby, m’close,” you moaned rocking your hips against his face causing Hyunjin to groan, your pussy clenching at the vibrations.

Hyunjin lapped his way back up to your clit, suckling your bundle of nerves within his plush lips. He sucked hard and fast, his tongue darting out to flick the bud left and right.

You were close, that feeling of ecstasy within your reach. You pushed Hyunjin’s face further against you, smoothering him in your essence as the band within you snapped, your orgasm hitting you hard for the second time that night.

Your pussy contracted over nothing, your arousal seeping out with each spasm, coating Hyunjin’s lips and chin. Your fingers carded through Hyunjin’s hair as you rode out your high, little whimpers leaving your lips at the aftershocks.

It was becoming too much as he was still attached to your clit. You weakly pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.

“S’too much Hyun,” you begged, watching as he leaned back to look at you, his face glistening with your arousal in the darkness of the car.

Overwhelmed with admiration for you, hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to your in a passionate kiss. You groaned as you tasted yourself on him, your tongue darting out to lick along his lips.

Hyunjin shoved his tongue within your mouth, the muscle tangling with yours in a mess of teeth and spit. You reached down to touch his bulge, his cock hard within the confines of his pants. You palmed his erection, giving it a slight squeeze as he whimpered against your lips.

“Please miss, can I fuck you?” Hyunjin asked, his voice laced with desperation. “Need to feel you, please,” the last words fading out softly as he continued begging.

You wanted nothing more than to feel the man you’ve been pining over for what felt like ages. You lifted your dress up higher and maneuvered yourself to where you were on all fours.

Hyunjin quickly got up, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, sighing as his cock sprang free. You looked back, your mouth watering at the appendage.

You knew he was a godsend but the sight of his cock made your pussy clench. You watched as he stroked his shaft, the sight of the pretty vein on the underside of his cock causing you to leak more slick. He wasn’t very long but girthy, complete with a mushroom tip that was red and leaking.

You arched your back further with a sigh as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating it with your slick. He teased you again and again, as he pushed the tip in just to withdraw it moments later.

You were frustrated and horny, needing to be filled with cock, and you needed it now.

“Fuck me Hyun, give me your cock baby,” you cooed.

Hyunjin grunted before pushing his length all the way in, stretching you out nicely, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through your core. It didn’t take you long to start moving your hips, as you met his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock.

Your moans mixed with his, the only other sounds being the wet squelch of your pussy as he fucked you and the crickets surrounding the car in the night air.

You clenched around him, reveling in the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, hitting so deep you were seeing stars, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Hyunjin fucked you hard but slow, making sure you felt each stroke. He angled his hips so he could reach deeper, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot within.

He gripped your ass, massaging the flesh, his cock twitching at how your little hole sucked him in each time. He was close, and he wanted nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum, the thought of breeding you driving him insane.

What would your family think if he gave you his baby? Their beloved prestigious daughter swollen with the chauffeur’s child…his child.

His hips sped up at the prospect as he chased his high. He needed to cum but he wanted you to first. Reaching down and around you, he found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the bud.

You mewled out, being caged in by him as he fucked you, the feeling almost primal, like you both were nothing more than animals. His fingers on your clit sent shivers down your spine, the pressure building in your core, threatening to overflow.

“Gonna cum miss,” Hyunjin groaned, as he continued his assault on your body. “Can I fill you up? Lemme breed you, make you mine.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, the thought of you dripping with his cum turning you on.

“Yes, Hyun, fill me up, breed me.”

With a groan, hyunjin stilled his hips as spurts of cum flooded your walls. At the feel of him filling you up, you let go, your pussy spasming around his cock, aiding in milking him dry.

You were still caged in by Hyunjin’s body, his breath fanning across your shoulder as he came down from his high. He pressed gentle kisses down your spine, his fingers trailing down your skin before withdrawing his softened cock.

You whimpered as you felt his cum seep out of your pussy, the liquid dripping onto the leather seats, likely causing a stain after tonight’s activities.

“Wait here miss,” Hyunjin said softly.

In your periphery you saw him walk to the passenger door and open it up, his hands reaching into the glove box for some napkins. He came back around and began to clean you up before fixing your dress and helping you up.

Once done, he tossed the messy napkins away and cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

You preened in the intimate moment, you eyes lost in his brown ones as you both stared at each other in silence. You heard the crickets chirp, the occasional hoot of an owl, and your own heart beating wildly within your chest.

“Miss….” Hyunjin began, but you cut him off, holding up a hand.

“Call me y/n,” you said, “of course only when we’re alone.”

Hyunjin nodded and visibly swallowed. “Y/n,” he said, trying out the name. He quite liked it and definitely could get used to it.

You thought he was going to continue, as he continued to stare at you, like he had something to say.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips barely opening at the statement.

Hyunjin leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was unhurried, soft and gentle, nothing like the kiss of passion you shared earlier.

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. Your mind was running a mile a minute, wondering what would happen now. You’ve always wanted him, but now that you do, would he want you?

Your thoughts were answered as he took your hands in his and said, “be mine y/n.”

You smiled as you let out a little chuckle. “Of course Hyun,” you said, more than happy to be his and only his.

Hyunjin smiled back, kissing the back of your hands.

“Guess we’re going to have to take more drives huh,” Hyunjin said, a little smirk on his face.

You most definitely would, that’s for sure.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 6: Corruption Kink

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Bang Chan x reader

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“This one’s Ursa Major, Chan says, pressing a gentle kiss to the birthmark on your arm. “And this little one is Hercules.” He rotates your arm is his grasp, grazing his lips over the birthmark on your inner wrist and placing another tender kiss.

“What about this one?” You question, flashing him a smaller one just below your elbow.

“That’s all the constellation names I know,” Chan replies with a breathy chuckle. “So this one can just be mine.”

He pulls your arm up to his lips, earning a laugh from you, as he awkwardly angles your arm and seals his words with a chaste kiss to your elbow.

You smile at him from where you’re laying, across from him in his bed, one hand tucked under the pillow, while the other mindlessly traces patterns onto his skin.

This sight makes your heart flutter- your boyfriend alongside you in his bed, looking particularly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his brown hair tousled casually around his chiseled face. He makes your heart skip several beats, but he also intimidates you, being one of your first very serious boyfriends. Sure, you’ve kissed guys and dated around. And you’ve also slept with a fair few men up to this point. But Chan is different. He treats you far better than those other men- he buys you nice things, he satisfies you physically and he respects you more than anyone has before. That’s not to mention he gets you insanely horny at the smallest touches, even his voice serving as erotica sometimes, making you press your legs together for some sense of relief as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear and grazes his fingers along your skin.

“Got any other birthmarks I should know about?” Chan questions, reaching a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“A few,” you reply, shooting him a small smile. “They’re just not visible in these pajamas.”

“Yeah?” He says, propping himself up to hover over you again. “Do those ones want constellation names, too?”

You hum in response, pulse already racing at the implication of undressing in front of him. It’s an exciting combination of arousal and anticipation, and you briefly wonder if you’ve ever known somebody who keeps you on your toes like this before.

“Maybe,” you reply, massaging a hand through his curly tresses. “But you have to find them.”

“I can do that,” Chan whispers in reply, already working kisses down your neck, the ache between your legs already wet for him at the sounds of his plump lips attaching to your flesh and working you in a frenzy.

His calloused fingers move to the straps of your tank top, where he slides them both off and begins working little kisses along your shoulders and collar bones. You whimper at the contact, wanting so badly for him to relieve the growing ache between your legs, but you’re simultaneously too shy to ask for it, and fear that you’re inadequate to lead him on the way he wants.

It’s no secret to you that Chan has another side to him- he’s dated plenty of girls, engaged in a myriad of lascivious acts with them and he knows exactly what he wants at all times. You, on the other hand, know next to nothing about what you like, aside from the few times a boyfriend has casually fingered you or given you subpar head. It’s your innocence you fear will drive Chan away when he realizes; he likely wants someone who’ll do the tricks he already knows drive him crazy.

As his hands find their way to your breasts, you stop him suddenly, pulling away and flickering over his gaze nervously.

“You okay?” Chan asks, looking down at you breathlessly as he attempts to read your expression.

“Yeah,” you reply, reluctant to say the rest of your sentence. “I just…”

“You just what?” Chan says, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. In fact, I can just put on a movie for us and we can cuddle, yeah? What movie you feeling?”

“No,” you say, pulling him back toward you when he faces the television.

“I want to,” you emphasize. “I’m just not as… experienced as you. And I want you to do it the way you want.”

Chan smiles down at you, chuckling lightly when he takes notice of the way your eyes practically sparkle as you look up at him, pleading for him to use you however he wants.

“You want me to be in charge?” Chan clarifies, toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Yes,” you reply assuredly. “I just want you to… use me.”

Chan groans a little at your words, his mind already running rampant with thoughts of you under him, all fucked-out in pleasure.

“I don’t want to overstep your boundaries-”

“You’re not,” you assure him, giving his forearm a little squeeze. “I’m asking you to. I’m already wet for you, baby. Please, just use me.”

With one hand, you guide his hand down your shorts, running the pads of his fingers over your panties and letting him feel your preemptive arousal for him. He smiles a little at the sensation, his cock hardening at the sight of you all needy and begging for him.

“It’s hard to say no when you’re begging like this,” Chan states, grazing his lips over yours.

“Then don’t say no,” you reply, finally closing the gap between you two and kissing him.

Chan gives into you fully now, his plump lips pulling yours between his teeth and nibbling hungrily, moaning against you as he pushes you further down against the bed and works kisses down your neck again. He pulls your flesh mercilessly between his teeth, sucking loudly and pulling away, trailing dark purple bruises down your skin and groaning at the sight. His hands tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your locks into a makeshift ponytail away from your neck as he exposes more of you to kiss, more of you to bruise.

“This what you want?” Chan asks in a low voice, grunting against your skin as you whimper weakly in his grasp. Your skin is tender to the touch now, the bruises burning delightfully as he practically bites you, trailing down until his lips graze your breasts.

Chan wastes no time pulling off your tank top, latching his lips on one of your hardened nipples as he tweaks the other one between his fingers, gradually toying until he’s pinching you in his grip. You groan at the sensation, shivering a little as his gentle sucking quickly transitions to nibbling, his teeth grazing your nipple before biting gently and earning a startled gasp from you.

Chan looks down at you through hooded eyes, his expression unlike one you’ve ever seen on him before. His eye bags are somehow more prominent like this, not a hint of a smile on his face as he gauges your reactions to the stimulation, breathing heavily when a moan or a muffled breath escapes your lips. He looks almost animalistic like this, eager to please you the way he wants to, your innocence and purity set aside as he uses you like you requested.

As his tongue swirls around your nipples, your back arching into him in pleasure, his hands snake down to your pajama shorts, practically ripping them off of you and dipping inside your panties, where his fingers attach themselves to your clit.

He starts in circular motions, his mouth reattaching to your breasts as you grind up against his hand to chase the delicious friction. And then without warning, his fingers are inside of you, pumping in and out of you as he steadies your hips against the bed with his palm flat on your stomach.

“Stay still, baby,” he orders. “You asked for this. Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.”

You nod breathlessly against him, trying your best to steady your movements as he works his fingers in and out of you. But you’re eager to feel him all over you, already dripping at the sensation of his fingers caressing your walls with every thrust, your sopping cunt emitting lewd sloshing noises as he picks up the pace and fucks you even faster. You can feel your first orgasm approaching quickly, your walls clenching around him as he nibbles on your breast particularly hard, earning a fervent moan from you. And then without any time to warn him, you’re cumming around his fingers almost instantly, coating his fingers in a generous trickle of your arousal as you writhe below him. It’s a new record for you to have cum this fast with someone, especially considering it’s your first time having somebody take the reins like this. But Chan continues pumping in and out of your swollen cunt, angling your face toward his and forcing your gaze on him.

“You ever tasted yourself before, baby?” He asks curiously, continuing to smear your arousal around you.

“N-no,” you breathe out, already turned on at the thought of it.

Chan smiles down at you, bringing the two fingers from your pussy up to his lips, swirling his tongue around his own fingers before shoving them in his mouth and licking his digits clean. You whine a little as he does, desperate for him to fulfill his ask like he mentioned.

“You want to taste?” Chan asks, his voice muffled as he talks with a mouthful of his own fingers. “Beg for it,” he then says, his voice coming off as cockier than usual as he looks down at your helpless state.

“Please,” you beg, your mouth salivating at the way his lips glisten with your arousal. How badly you want it to be you tasting your juices like that, desperate to relish in the same pleasure he is. “Please let me taste myself,” you ask again, whining in his grasp.

“So needy,” Chan says in an amused tone. “All for me, yeah? Never tasted yourself before?”

You shake your head no, your eyes flickering desperately between his plump lips and his slender, wet fingers. “Guess this’ll be your first time,” he says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. “Open your mouth for me.”

And you do, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue for him, but he doesn’t follow with his fingers; instead; he grips your throat, forcing your gaze on his, leaning over you and parting his lips over yours, too.

He gathers a generous wad of spit in his mouth, pursing his lips together as he lets it trickle from his mouth into yours, a string of saliva connecting still present as you feel your salty arousal hit your tongue and slide down the back of your throat.

“Swallow,” Chan orders, gripping your throat a little harder as he watches you bring your lips together and force the saliva-cum mixture down your throat. Your heart races with excitement as a smile grows on his face, watching intently as you stick your tongue back out at him, your mouth void of any remnants of your arousal.

“Good girl,” Chan says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heartbeat quickens again as Chan sits up now, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing his hardened cock from his pants and then his boxers. He looks painfully hard for you, a string of precum dripping from the tip of his cock as he finally stands up off the bed, nearing the edge and motioning to you.

“Bend over,” he orders, guiding you by your waist. “On the bed.”

You reluctantly assume your position, your feet hitting the ground as your chest falls over the duvet, glancing back at Chan as his hand meets the base of his cock.

“Like this?” You question, hair falling into your face as you watch him pump himself a few times.

“Yes,” he replies, reaching out to take your hands in his and pinning them behind your back. “I want your face down,” he says, guiding you so that you’re pressed against the mattress, your back arched up to give him better access to your cunt as he holds your hands behind your back.

“Have you ever been fucked like this, baby?” Chan asks in a gentle tone, taking a step forward to that his cock is resting at your entrance.

“No,” you admit shyly, your walls fluttering in anticipation.

“Just relax for me, okay?” He tells you, continuing to pump himself over you, your breathing growing ragged in anticipation.

“This is your first time, so we’re gonna use the light system. Say red if you want me to stop, yeah?” He explains, groaning a little as he smears his precum down his shaft. “You look so good for me, all ready for me to use you. Fuck, I could watch you like this all day.”

You whimper at his praise, nodding back at him as he taps the tip of his cock gently against your entrance. And then he finally slips inside of you, bottoming out with ease as you take him wholly.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” Chan says, adjusting his grip on your wrists and holding them in front of himself as he begins to move. He starts with gentle thrusts, the lewd sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy teeming all around the room and making your head spin with pleasure. His cock kisses your cervix as he pumps inside of you, groans escaping his lips as he fucks you a little harder and tightens his grip on your wrists.

“That feel good, baby?” Chan asks breathlessly. “Talk to me.”

“Y-yes,” you reply in a shaky tone, a stream of drool escaping your lips and trickling onto the mattress below you. You can barely get a word out, feeling entirely too fucked-out in pleasure by your boyfriend, the feeling of him using you making your walls clench with every movement.

He slows his pace a little bit, reaching down to caress your spine with his hand and gauge how you’re feeling.

“Color,” he says plainly, his thrusts much shallower now.

“Green,” you breathe, another pool of drool escaping your lips onto the duvet below you. “Harder,” you manage to breathe out, your entrance already missing the fullness of his cock when he’s railing you like this. You know this is going to be a regular occurrence from now on, dripping in anticipation as you wait for him to move faster again.

“What was that, baby?” Chan asks.

“Harder,” you say again, whining into the mattress. “Fuck me harder, please. Feels so good.”

Chan chuckles lightly at the sight, your drool pooling alongside the trickling mascara around your eyes, your breasts bouncing with every thrust as he pulls you closer to him and picks up the pace again. He’s never seen you like this before, completely submitted to him, reduced to a whiny, drooling mess, all for his aching cock. But he loves the way he’s driven you to this, knowing very well it won’t be the last time he makes you beg for him to corrupt you.

“Fuck, baby,” Chan breathes. “I’m gonna cum.”

You can’t say anything in response, pornographic moans escaping your lips in harmony with his grunts, so close to your release now as he pounds into you, the room filled with sounds of slapping skin and breathless lovers.

Chan’s hands pull your makeshift ponytail against him, giving one particularly hard thrust as he lets out a fervent moan at the friction. And then as he holds you still, his cock twitches inside of you, emptying a generous load of his cum inside of you and coating your walls entirely in his milky white arousal. He holds you still, thrusts slowing down to let you breathe, and massaging little circles into your back as he finally feels you tremble and find your release around his still-hard cock, dribbling arousal on him and the carpeted flooring.

You shiver in a mix of pain and pleasure when he finally pulls out, caressing your waist with his hands and guiding you up again.

“You okay, baby?” Chan asks, giving you a little kiss on your exposed back and trailing his fingers over your spine. “Sit down for me, yeah? Gonna get you some water and a towel.”

You do as you’re told, legs still trembling as you sit on the edge of your bed and catch your breath, the ache between your legs quickly replaced by a languorous sensation to be close to Chan once again.

Chan’s calloused hands work little massages into your shoulder blades as he holds you against him, grazing his lips over your skin and smiling against you.

“You did so well,” he says, pulling the blanket up higher so that your torso is warmly covered by the knit.

“Felt so good,” you hum in response. “We’re definitely doing that again. I want to keep trying new things with you.”

“I can do that,” Chan says, grazing your hand with his fingertips. “We’re not in any rush.”

You nod at his words, laying back against him and shutting your eyes in a state of blissful weariness.

“For now,” he continues, running a finger across your neck. “We have a few new marks to assign constellation names to.”

You chuckle softly against him, your eyes remaining shut as he speaks in hushed tones.

“I thought you ran out of constellation names.”

“I did,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to a purple bruise painted on your flesh. “They can just all be mine.”

He moves to kiss another one, careful not to apply pressure to your bruised flesh.

“This one is mine,” he presses a little kiss, moving to the next. “This one is Channie’s. And this one belongs to me…”

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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CONNECTED - BANGCHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - BREEDING

SUMMARY : you've been nothing but a good girl to him lately, even watching over his niece when his sister visited him by surprise. and it awakened an urge in him. maybe your relationship is more than what chan pretends it is.

-> pairing : sugar daddy!chan x fem!reader

-> words count : 2k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!chan x sub!reader, breeding kink (obviously), creampie, unprotected sex, sprinkle of angst, dirty talk, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, use of 'good girl', praising, begging, teasing, rough sex

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist | kinktober 2024

When Chan asked you to come spend the weekend at his place, he didn’t think he would find himself trapped with his sister and her two kids coming over. You were actually in the middle of a quite intense make out session, with you sitting on his lap on the couch, when someone rang the front door bell. And he had no choice but to open the door when he heard Hannah’s voice calling for him from the outside. Chan had apologized at least ten times to you already for the embarrassing situation he put you in - having to explain to his sister that you were just friends wasn’t the most agreeable moment of your life, especially since she must have guessed it wasn’t true.

She asked for you to stay with them, and even though her intentions were probably good, it made it all very uncomfortable for you. Hannah must have thought that you were Chan’s girlfriend despite the age difference, but of course, she couldn’t guess that he was in fact your sugar daddy. It had started almost nine months ago, when you met Chan at the bar you were working at. That night, he came in alone and he looked sad, so since it was a quiet night, you took some time to talk with him. And when he left, he handed you a tip that could have covered your rent for three months at least, along with his number if you wanted to chat again. It was not long after that he proposed to give you money in exchange for the two of you meeting weekly to talk.

And at the beginning, you must admit that you were purely interested in his money - it was only the cherry on top that Chan was crazy handsome and that your conversations were pretty interesting too. But as time went on, he became so much more than just a man paying you to discuss with him. He started to give you more and more gifts, and you started to feel way more for him than what your relationship wanted the two of you to be. It all changed when you went out to a bar together, and came back to his place completely wasted. That was the first time you ever fucked with him, and it hadn’t stopped until then. And honestly, you coulnd’t ask for more - you had an attractive, rich man, paying you for spending time with him and gifting you all sorts of things, and he was also fucking you like a queen, treating you like a queen. Well, there was actually something more that you wanted but you knew it was impossible, knew you couldn’t have it.

“- Tom ! Layla ! We’re leaving, come here !”

Hannah’s two kids that you had been playing with for an hour clinged to you as they refused to go back to their mother, and if she watched the scene pretty amused, Chan had something else swirling in his eyes. Seeing you be so affectionate, be so natural at taking care of childrens had him thinking about things he shouldn’t, about making you his wife and the mother of his own kids when you weren’t even his girlfriend. And you were still so young, you still had so much to live before getting trapped in a relationship like this, before committing to life, especially to him. You couldn’t feel the same, but as you looked at him with a bright smile, his niece and nephew refusing to let you go, his heart beat faster when he dreamt about it being the sight he could wake up to every morning.

“- What came over you Channie ?

- Nothing, I just need you. Right now.”

You didn’t protest much more, letting him pin you down to his mattress and explore your whole body with his hands. His lips were demanding and rough against yours, but you loved it when he was a little more harsh, when he stopped being so worried about hurting you. Though, you didn’t quite understand what snapped for him to drag you upstairs as soon as his sister left. Maybe it was only because he was frustrated of having been interrupted earlier, but it felt like it was something else, like there was something more.

“- On your knees, head in the pillow. I wanna see your pretty ass when I fuck you.”

You didn’t say anything, once again, and simply obeyed and turned around to position yourself like he had asked you to. Chan’s hand immediately landed on your cheeks, forcing a pained moan out of you. He practically ripped your pants off of you, along with your underwear, and this time he slapped your pussy, your body lurching forward and if it wasn’t for the strong grip he had around your waist, you would’ve collapsed on the bed.

“- Always so wet for me, fuck…”

His deep, raspy voice whispering dirty things behind you had you clenching around nothing, and Chan was quick to notice it as his eyes were still glued onto your pussy. You felt one of his fingers run from your sensitive clit and along your dripping slit, the tip teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help moving your hip against his fingers, trying to entice him into giving you more.

“- You’re so greedy babygirl, you always want more from me, uh ?”

It made you moan, but it also made your heart clench, because he was too close to the truth. However, the feeling of two of his fingers slipping inside of your cunt made your train of thoughts stop there and it was for the best. You moaned louder this time, Chan thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace from the get-go. You both knew you didn’t need any preparation now, too used to his cock, but he loved to tease, loved to see how he could drive you insane with only two of his fingers.

“- You were such a good girl today, I think you deserve a reward, don’t you ?”

You whined and nodded your head energetically as an answer, and you could easily imagine the cocky grin that must have spread on Chan’s face. You heard him unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants and underwear behind you, his hands soon returning to their previous spot on your waist as his tip bumped against your clit.

“- Channie… Please…

- Come on baby, we both know you can do better than that.

- Please, fuck me Channie, please, I want your cock so bad…

- There you go, good girl.”

He didn’t let you say anything more as he pushed half of his cock inside of you, letting you breathe and adjust to his size for a few seconds. But soon enough, he was filling you up to the brim, and you couldn’t keep your moans for yourself, and you couldn’t help the way you were clenching around him.

“- Shit… I can never get enough of your pretty pussy.”

Your fists were gripping tightly onto the sheets to try and keep a bit of your sanity as Chan started to pull back, only to slam into your cunt full force, the back of his muscular thighs slapping against your ass and producing a lewd sound that mixed with the squelching of your impossibly soaked folds. A thin layer of sweat had started to form on your back as Chan restlessly pounded into you, his mind only clouded with thoughts of you full of his cum, so full you couldn’t escape from his hold ever again. His hands had an iron grip around your waist, pulling you back to him to hit deeper into you. You moaned louder with each one of his thrusts, slowly losing your mind to the sensation of his cock dragging against your velvety walls.

“- C-Channie…

- What is it babygirl ? Feeling close already ?”

You simply cried out his name again, the way he had leant into you to be able to talk directly into your ear made the angle of his hips change and hit your sweet spot even more perfectly - and you knew he did it on purpose, did it to make you go crazy. And it worked every time.

“- Mmh… You’re squeezing me so tight… There you go, cum around me angel.”

Every word that fell from his mouth brought you closer to the edge and you buried your face into his pillow to drown out your cries of pleasure as you came around him, his steady pace never flattering as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. And even when you started to whine from overstimulation, Chan didn’t stop.

“- I-It’s too much…

- Just let me fill you up, yeah ? Gonna give you my cum, gonna fill you up to the brim…”

Chan didn’t care anymore about the way this may all sound to you, his mind was clouded with thoughts of you becoming his wife, of you carrying his child, of your pussy dripping from his cum, and all he wanted was to stuff you full of his load, full of him, to make you his forever. His thrusts became rougher, and he was starting to lose his rhythm, though that was enough to bring you to the brink of another orgasm as you turned your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder : he had thrown his head back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his muscular chest covered in sweat. But the best part of it all was the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“- Please, Channie… Give it to me, I want it all…”

His eyes bore into yours with a rare intensity, with lust but also some kind of possessiveness that he had never shown towards you. It was like something shifted, something that was going to change your relationship forever.

“- Yeah ? You want my cum angel ? You want my babies ?”

You didn’t even know that you wanted it, but the moment he said it, you let out a broken moan as you nodded as best as you could, trying to move your hips to match his deep and quick thrusts. You knew that you wanted to be his - to be truly his - but you weren’t even aware that it was to that extent. But the thought of actually being the mother of his children seemed appealing, and it made you cried out his name again.

“- Words babygirl.

- F-Fuck ! Yes, yes I want your cum, I want your babies Channie !

- Shit… I’m gonna make you pregnant, gonna make you fucking mine.”

Chan growled behind you as he buried himself to the hilt into your pussy one last time, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white as he moaned and groaned, the sensation crashing like a violent wave against him, but it was mostly the thought that he might actually get you pregnant that made him say your name the loudest. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first one, his promise and the feeling of his cum filling you up in the best way possible making you shake and tremble in his hold.

“- God, you’re gonna be the death of me one of these days.”

Chan murmured with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the way some of his release dripped down your thighs despite him being still in you. The sight was mesmerizing, and he simply couldn’t look away, he simply couldn’t not get hard again.

“- Seriously ?”

Your whines made him chuckle as he pulled out to help you lay down on your back. As soon as he was sure you were comfortable, Chan kissed you passionately, and there seemed to be something more behind the sensual glide of your tongues this time.

“- Not my fault angel, you agreed to be mine, now you have to bear with that.”

His eyes were gleaming with so much adoration that you couldn’t pretend not feeling the same anymore and you bit down on your lips as you locked your gaze with his, your voice barely above a whisper as you talked.

“- Yeah… I’m yours Chan.”

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my work.

skz masterlist (fill in this to be added) :

@minnies-babie @binwons @yoongles2025 @thicccurls @caitlyn98s @sharonxdevi @skz1-4-3 @bbgnyx @hann1bee @lil-kpopstan @heevllog @puppy-minnie @binniesbabygirl @chrizzztopherbang @lichyuu @foxinnie8 @lala-----------lala

kinktober masterlist (comment or dm to be added) :

@d-dilemma @bath1lda @anxiousskylar

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4: Needy Sex

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x reader

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Hyunjin’s hand remains on your lower back, his fingers sprawled out over the open cut at the back of your skin tight dress, as the other grasps the glass stem of his red wine.

Job titles, income levels, friends, lovers, travel stories- he’s pretty sure he’s engaged in just about every form of adult conversation amongst the partygoers here. And at half past midnight, he’s begun to get restless, wanting nothing more than to take you home and indulge himself in a good fuck.

“You have any plans for the holidays?” One guest whose name he’s already forgotten, asks the two of you “Seungmin’s taking some time off so we can travel out of the city for a weekend or two,” she continues. “I know it’s cold, but we love winter camping.”

Hyunjin smiles in an attempt to be polite, shrugging, as he meets your gaze. “Not really,” he says plainly. “We like staying in for the holidays.”

You nod in his direction, taking note of the way his eyes seem to flicker curiously, as though he’s signaling something to you.

“Yeah,” you chime in, downing the last of your red wine. “There’s nothing like Christmas inside by the fireplace.”

“Speaking of Christmas,” the guest says, turning to face a group of other guests, too. “We were thinking of doing a gift exchange this year-”

As she speaks excitedly of her plans, Hyunjin taps your lower back, leaning in to graze his lips over your ear.

“Wanna come get more wine?” He asks in a low voice, gesturing to your empty glass.

You’re really not so keen on having any more, yet you’re also well aware that this is typically Hyunjin’s way of signaling he needs a moment away from the crowd.

“Sure,” you reply, turning to follow him away from the crowd of people.

“We’ll be back!” You call out to the guest, who hardly acknowledges you as she continues to speak.

Hyunjin takes long strides into the kitchen, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black suit, as he leads the way. He shoves past the swinging door with the push of his shoulder, holding it for you as you follow him inside, and then he closes it with the heel of his glossy black dress shoe, glancing over his shoulder to ensure nobody’s followed either of you into the kitchen.

“They’re out of the red wine you like,” you begin, sorting through the array of beverages on the counter. “But they have white, or soda if you’re-”

“Let’s just leave,” Hyunjin interrupts, coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. His hands rest on the counter on either side of your figure, as his lips graze the shell of your ear in a swift motion.

“Already?” You question, a chuckle escaping your lips. “We only got here two hours ago.”

“Please,” Hyunjin urges, his lips nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “I want you so bad. I can’t be here anymore.”

He sounds completely serious by the way his breathing grows heavy, and then he presses against your lower back, making it more clear to you. He’s hard under his black slacks, his erect cock prodding into your dress as though he’s asking for permission to do it right here.

You don’t realize the soft gasp that emits from the back of your throat until Hyunjin lets out a wicked chuckle in response, his lips trailing along your shoulder, as his hands snake up your sides.

“Don’t you want to?” He inquires. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. Doesn’t having you bent over our own counter sound like a better evening than whatever all of this is?”

Your eyes scan the assortment of drinks on the counter in front of you, the untouched bottles of Chardonnay and Sprite only implying there’s still hours of this event left. His hard-on throbs against you, his hands tracing the cinched fabric of your waist. And he’s right- to let him pull your dress up and do it right here, would be precedence over the ordeals of adult small talk any day.

“Okay,” you say to him, turning around and reaching for your clutch purse on the counter. “You call a cab, I’ll go let them know we have to leave.”

Hyunjin chuckles again, a sense of satisfaction clear in his tone, as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips and reaches for his phone.

“Be quick,” is all that he says, as he watches you disappear past the swinging doors again.

The taxi ride home is a painfully long ride, as Hyunjin keeps his large hand sprawled upon your upper thigh, squeezing it periodically to remind you of the evening ahead which awaits you both.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat behind the driver, hoping the man can’t somehow read his thoughts and know that he’s letting his mind run rampant with filthy thoughts about you. He’d give anything to have the driver pull over and exit his own car, just so that Hyunjin could take you right here in the backseat.

And yet he’s patient, not a word spoken between the two of you in the duration of the car ride, until you’re finally back at your shared apartment.

Hyunjin tips the man a generous amount, shooting him a sheepish grin as he intertwines your hand with his and practically drags you in the direction of the front door. And just like the rest of the whole seems to move slower at the times he wants you most, the keys to your front door are uncooperative, your hands grasping them firmly as you fidget with the lock.

Hyunjin’s lips trail along your neck, his breathing growing heavy as he waits for you to grant entry, and you chuckle nervously when the lock remains stubborn, mumbling an apology to a now very needy Hyunjin.

“Let me,” Hyunjin says, his hands hovering over yours now to work the key. He makes purposeful motions to toy with the lock, shoving the door open with complete ease, his hand finding your waist when you stumble forward a little. Hyunjin guides you inside, lips reattaching to your neck, as he scrambles to shut the door behind you two, not even bothering to lock it again.

Your bag is tossed aside by Hyunjin, who now snakes the straps of your dress down to grant access to your chest, his face burying in the crook of your neck to press sloppy kisses along your exposed flesh.

“Let’s just do it here,” Hyunjin remarks, guiding you forward to the wooden stair banister.

His hands bunch up the fabric of your dress, already finding the waistband of your underwear, as he tugs it down and exposes more of you to him.

There’s a moment of silence as he unfastens his belt now, the gentle clink of his buckle making itself known as it comes undone, and then he positions himself behind you, his now-bare cock prodding against your upper thigh.

“God, you look so fucking sexy,” Hyunjin remarks, pulling the flesh of your shoulder between his teeth and leaving a generous trail of love bites. “This dress gets me so hard.”

His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he readies himself, but without any verbal form of warning, he’s already slipping inside of you with complete ease, gripping your waist with one hand, as the other positions your face to meet his gaze.

He indulges you in a sloppy kiss as he begins to move inside of you, and the friction of his cock caressing your walls is almost dizzying, little grunts escaping his lips back into your mouth.

“Does that feel good?” Hyunjin queries, knowing your answer is a resounding yes.

“Yes,” you attempt to reply in between your heavy panting, your hands holding onto the wooden stair banister to steady yourself.

“Talk to me,” Hyunjin commands, moving a little faster now. “Want to hear how it feels.”

“God, you fuck me so good,” you remark as he quickens his pace, one hand coming around to rub your clit in circular motions now. “Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

Hyunjin chuckles- he’d never think of stopping when you’re begging him like this, his cock throbbing inside of you and hitting your cervix with every passionate thrust.

His thrusts are sloppy now, no real method to the way he pushes himself in and out of you, loud squelching sounds filling the sounds of your entryway as he fucks you. The desperation isn’t lost on you- the door is still unlocked behind you, not a single set of curtains drawn to shield the lewd act unfolding right here. Your heels are still on, planted firmly into the wooden floor where you know they’ll leave little dents like they have before. But it’s a miracle Hyunjin even made it to the entryway like this- if not here, he’s certain it’d have been the bathroom at the party, one hand sprawled over your mouth so the guests wouldn’t hear you screaming his name.

“Hyunjin,” you call out, gripping the banister a little harder now. “I’m gonna finish- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He takes your warning as a sign to quicken his movements even more now, the squelching sounds filling the space around you, as loud groans escape between his parted lips.

When he attempts to kiss you again, it’s a futile task, nothing but drool exchanged from his lips onto yours as your eyes roll back in blissful pleasure.

“Cum for me,” Hyunjin commands, and although he sounds desperate, he’s polite about it, one hand intertwining his fingers over yours on the stair banister. “Make a fucking mess for me, baby. This is all I’ve wanted tonight.”

Your moans serve as an attempt to respond, and then he squeezes his eyes shut as he staves off his own orgasm to wait for yours, first.

It doesn’t take more than a few thrusts before you’re obeying his commands, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his girth, as you dribble fluids around his flesh, gasping blissfully as you call out his name. Your walls caress his cock encouraging his own orgasm, which follows suit shortly after, as he shoots thick, white ropes of his cum inside of you, fucking it back into you before slowing his pace.

Hyunjin catches his breath without a word as he pulls out, observing the way his now-softening cock is completely coated in remnants of you, your juices even finding purchase on the wooden flooring beneath you.

He smooths your dress down again, contented to see his release hasn’t ruined the fabric even a little. Yet when he tucks his cock back into his own slacks, he chuckles at the sight of the stains that paint his expensive suit- for possibly the third time this month.

When you turn around to face him again, Hyunjin towers over you, hands shoved in his pockets once more, as he leans in to kiss you properly now.

“I love you,” he says sweetly, cocking his head toward the stairs. “Go put on something more comfortable.”

You meet his gaze with a smile, head still spinning at the events that unfolded this evening. And you don’t take his gaze off him as you watch him approach the door again, finally locking it for the evening.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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THE DRYAD : bang chan

kinktober

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: nipple play, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, bondage, squirting

a/n: happy intl bday channie <3 i took some creative liberty with chan’s dryad abilities so if you’re a super mega dryad stan and are expecting something super accurate pls don’t hate me. anyways, i do hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the branches curling around the frame of the door curl tighter when you step close to it again. it’s almost as if they’re excited to see you, branches winding and leaves twitching in joy like they know you’re here for the one who resides inside.

the door opens easily when you twist the knob, and you’re stepping right into a thick forest from the hallway of your house. it doesn’t always open to the same place, but you’ve been here and around enough to know where you are. the door shuts when you step through it and onto the dirt path before you. the sunlight shines through the trees, light twinkling around you and illuminating spots on the leaves, the ground. you can hear the waterfall that rushes in the east, and that’s where you begin to head.

it takes you off the path, but that doesn’t worry you, you’re never in danger here.

a hummingbird buzzes past your head; you decide to pause so that you can take in the scenery around you before all of it becomes lost in the presence of him. your head lurches to the right when you hear a branch snap on the ground, and you’re met with a meandering doe and her fawn. they look at you with big, shining eyes before continuing on their way. it’s beautiful here, serene, the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze, the birds chirp around you, and a giggle comes from your right.

you pretend like you don’t hear it, ducking your head to hide the smile that steadily grows on your face

chan is so cute and so is his squeaky, bright giggle.

he’s following you, shyly hiding behind the trees and the bushes and watching as you make your way to his tree, the one by the rushing waterfall. out of your periphery, you can see his curly haired head peeking out from over a thick branch, his mossy curls blending in with the leaves around him. there’s a squeaky giggle again before he ducks behind the tree. you smile; you can picture his sweet dimples now, the green tinted tips of his fingers clenching and unclenching with unbridled joy that you know he feels. it’s contagious, you feel it too. he always gets this way when he sees that you’ve returned to the forest, when he sees that you’ve returned to him.

the closer you get to the waterfall, the more excited chan gets. you can tell by the frantic rustling of the leaves you hear all around you; they can feel his excitement and decide to join in the fun one by one, and his giggles haven’t subsided a bit.

there’s a dip in the forest floor and a grand oak tree root protruding from the ground, thick and sturdy. you’ve stepped over it enough times that you absolutely should know the placement of it by now, but alas, the only thing on your mind is the sweet, joyful dryad behind you.

your shoe catches on the root and you hit the ground with an undignified oof, falling straight to your hands and knees. luckily it doesn’t hurt too bad, the soil on the forest floor is moist and soft, but your knees still sting where they press hard against the ground. the tree almost groans, and you hear a valiant crack from the oak before chan is by your side. the root vibrates as the branches of the tree begin to sway and crackle. it’s trying to make sure you’re alright, you think, and the moving branches only settle when you press your hand to the root that’s nearly trying to unearth itself completely to check on you.

“hey, i’m alright,” you promise, and the tree stills its movement. “i’m okay. just clumsy.”

that’s when you feel chan’s hand against your back. gone are the giggles and sweet, dimpled smile that must have adorned his handsome face just a moment prior. in its place is now a look of worry - his eyebrows furrow and his plump lips form a slight frown.

“you’re okay, yeah?” he asks. chan pets his hands over you like he’s checking for injuries and is only partially satisfied when he finds no traces of broken bones or ugly cuts. you’re fine, completely intact, minus the slight smarting of your knees and palms and the bruise to your pride.

“yeah, for sure. just- fell for you, is all.”

he blinks owlishly at you, and his ears blush green right before your very eyes. chan sputters for a moment, your own grin beginning to widen on your face while you watch him.

“you- hey! you- you did not, oh my gosh, haha. you’re- oh geez, you’re really alright?”

chan gives you his hands to help you stand up, and he eases back to the ground to clean the dirt from your knees. his thumbs are gentle when they swipe at the soil that sullies them. he presses a kiss against the heated skin next, one to your right and one to your left, before he takes your palms in his to give them the same treatment. he gazes up at you when he kisses the soft skin of your palm, lips lingering only a moment longer than they did on your knees. his attention has them feeling better already. you don’t know if dryads have healing powers or if it’s just a chan thing, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

“i’m really alright,” you finally say, lightly lifting both of your hands so they can cup his face. he leans into your touch, eyes drooping contentedly when your thumbs caress the green tint of his blushing cheeks. “come on, take me to see the waterfall.”

it’s only a short trek from here, and the walk goes by quicker with chan finally by your side. you saw him a few days ago but it’s always nice to catch up with him, hear his lilting voice and watch his hands gesture in the air when he gets more and more into the story he’s telling you. you’re looking at him while you walk, eyes so completely focused on his expressive face that you hardly notice the change in color around you until he slows to a stop in front of his tree, his home.

“chan,” you breathe, breath leaving your lungs at once. “chan, it’s so beautiful…”

the grass on the forest floor still grows a vibrant, kelly green, but the plush leaves in the trees have turned to beautiful yellows and oranges and reds with the changing of the season. chan watches as you spin yourself in a slow circle to take everything in. the colors of fall span as far as the eye can see, and your gaze follows as an orange leaf snaps from the end of a branch and sways to the trickling waterfall below. the waterfall looks even more otherworldly with the new autumnal shades around it. you’ll dip your feet into the trickling stream with chan later, relax together and listen to the water rushing and cascading dreamily over the stones.

“yeah, it is beautiful,” chan echos, but when you look at him — with all your barely concealed amazement — he’s already looking at you. he smiles when you catch him, but it’s more sheepish than cocky or confident.

your lips meet his teeth when you lean in for a kiss and all it does is make him grin wider. as always, his joy is contagious, and you can’t help but smile with him. it continues like that until you’re giggling into each other's mouths, until he’s laying you down on the thick tree limb that snakes across the ground and curls back into the air at the tip.

chan’s tree is the biggest in the forest, the oldest and wisest and strongest. some of its branches are so thick and low to the ground that you can use them as a place to rest, others you can hang off of and play around on. the tree gave you chan; it gives him life, keeps him well, and you owe so much to this special, special tree.

you bite your lip when chan shyly spreads your legs and moves to stand between them. he straddles the branch and leans forward to continue kissing you breathless. chan tastes sweet when you slip your tongue into his mouth, earthy, and he groans loudly when you suck on his plump bottom lip. your hands are just as restless as his, they knead against his naked back, cup his shoulders, card through his mossy, curly hair while chan feels you up. his small hands are gentle when he touches you, but he’s almost desperate with want. his bottom lip only slips from your mouth when your head tips back against the branch, mouth open in an airy moan.

he cups your chest, squeezes the mounds of your tits as his pillowy lips trail from yours down to your neck.

your shirt unbuttons from the front, something plaid and oversized that you took out of the closet beside the hallway before you left. your fingers shake as they undo the buttons, and chan’s no help.

buttons are difficult for a dryad who wears no clothes. ��

his big nose nuzzles against your bra-clad breasts when your shirt is unbuttoned far enough. he hates bras, you know it, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to pull it down far enough to press wet kisses to the supple skin of your chest.

“gosh, why d’you even wear this silly thing?” he grumbles.

“aww, you wanna see ‘em that bad?” you know the answer to that too. chan’s obsessed with your tits.

“i- yes. yeah, you know i do. come on, don’t be mean! please?”

he’s so fun to tease, your sweet, shy dryad, but you can hardly handle him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes. those little sapling eyes, or something like that. he always uses them to his advantage.

it’s a blessing that your bra unhooks from the front as well. the fabric of your shirt and padded bra collect at your armpits, and chan helps you sit up so he can take them off all together. your back arches when he lays you back down against the smooth bark of the tree - it’s cool against your heated, sweaty skin. chan uses the bow of your back as an opportunity to take two handfuls of your bared breasts. he looks from one to the other in awe, tongues his cheek before he licks up the valley in the middle of your chest.

your nipples come next; he goes back and forth between the two of them until your legs are squeezing shut around his bare hips. his fingers circle the peak of one while he focuses his mouth on the other.

“fuck me, fuck me, ‘m really wet,” you whimper, wriggling on the branch to try and scoot your pants down your legs. it takes the two of you to pull them down after chan makes surprisingly quick work of your boots, and you’re finally naked together.

you go to spread your legs wider but yelp when you teeter on the width of the branch. it was already embarrassing enough to fall once today and you’d rather not do it again, especially not naked and needy. chan’s strong hands shoot out to steady your hips, but that’s not all that does.

half of the bones in his skeleton are shrouded by tree wood, and the nature of his unique, foliar body allows him to do equally unique, foliar things.

green vines snake quickly from his shoulders to steady you as well, wrapping snugly around your arms and your thighs to keep you still. it takes your breath away for a moment, your sudden lack of movement, and it looks as if chan isn’t faring any better.

he greens even further, and the flush seeps down to his neck. it’s so handsome, so endearing, just like everything about him. chan is embarrassed, already fretting about the vines that wrapped around your body without his permission. he blinks hard, glancing to the sky for a second before looking back down at your unmoving body.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t- um! sometimes they- haha, they like, have a mind of their own, and we thought you were gonna fall, so- so… sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

despite his worrying, the vines stay stubbornly wrapped around you. it’s comforting, really. they’re smooth enough that they aren’t uncomfortable against your skin and it’s honestly nice to have some added protection against falling.

“hey, nah, come on,” chan pouts, but the vines don’t move. “um, they’re not- they won’t…”

your eyes snap to his. you'll show him how much you really don’t mind, give him a bit of a show. the vines allow you enough leeway to lift your arms above your head and cross your wrists - they slither from your arms to wrap around your crossed wrists instead, and chan watches in wonder as you twist your hands to test the movement. chan’s vines are loose enough that they don’t cut off the circulation, but they’re wrapped snug around you. you’re not going anywhere unless they want you to.

they curl tighter around your thighs too, pushing your legs to your chest and wrapping themselves around your thighs and shins to keep them close together.

you’re spread completely open for him, unable to hide yourself from chan’s roaming eyes if you were to suddenly feel shy. it makes you moan, the lack of movement allowed to you and the spectacle you must make for him.

“f-fuck, chan, oh my god,” you whimper. he pets your stomach, caresses the space between your breasts with tender fingers as he watches on with sparkles in his eyes. “get in me. fuck, fuck. please?”

“yeah. yeah, okay. you sure?”

he doesn’t make you wait. he never really does, not when he’s just as desperate for it as you are. he leans further over the branch so he can brace his forearm on it and kiss you while his other hand takes hold of his cock and nudges the tip against the give of your wet hole. the stretch has your toes curling right away. he’s big, so big that it feels like he’s in your throat, and the vines snake between your fingers when you squirm like they’re holding your hands.

chan’s panting, eyes locked on where he spears you open. you clench on him and he nearly shouts. his eyes widen before he blinks rapidly and gives you one deep thrust inside. “you’re a menace.”

you’re horny, that’s what you are. you wouldn’t have to be a menace if he’d just get on with it and fuck you. if his vines weren’t holding you still, you’d have already taken matters into your own hands by now, fucked yourself down on his big cock until you both saw stars and were cumming together.

“fucking- please! please let me have it. channie!” you cry, voice wobbling with your rising need.

he just nods, bites his fat bottom lip in concentration and rolls his hips roughly. the sound of it is incredible, you can hear it over the constant rushing of the waterfall and the serene trickle of the river it connects to. his balls slap against the skin of your ass, his cock fucks wet noises from your cunt like it’s going out of style. it’s a beautiful mixture, the sounds of the forest and the sounds of your love combined into one.

chan is tinted green all the way down his chest. he’s sweating now, and the veins in his neck and arms protrude with the effort he’s putting in to fuck you good.

“nnnuh,” he grunts. another wounded noise leaves his pretty lips when you clench on him again. “butterfly, that- oh fuck, fuck. your little pussy…”

“‘s tight, huh?” a pitiful nod, but he fucks you harder. “wet?” another nod. “you like it?”

“i want you to squirt all over me,” chan grits through his teeth. it takes a moment, but he shakes his head rapidly like he just heard his own words from someone else’s perspective. “s-sorry, sorry- gosh, i really didn’t mean t-to say that.”

you’ll do it though. you’ll squirt all over his dick when he makes you cum, squirt until you’re drenching him like he wants. until you’re drenching yourself.

chan leans back on his palms and slows his thrusts, focusing now on hitting you deep. he’s a sight like this - muscular torso on perfect display, almost posing like an adonis that you could only dream of. your eyes cross when his thrusts hit that sweet, gummy spot inside, and the only reason you fight to uncross them is to see the way his corded muscles work while he fucks you good.

the vines tighten their hold on your wrists and legs - that’s when you feel yourself being moved, and you yelp out a high pitched ooh! when they tug you down on chan’s slowly pistoning cock. he was already deep before but it’s so good that it almost hurts now, with the vines shunting you down on his cock right as he thrusts forward. you can definitely squirt like this, you have half the mind to think, you’ll give him what he asked for with no doubt. the angle of his cock hits you right where you need it, angled upwards just enough where he rubs against that spot that gets your thighs shaking without fail.

“that’s it for me, right there. i- oh my gosh, you’ll- you’ll cum for me?” he aks, begs, adjusting his palms on the branch again to keep his pace and position steady. “want you to fucking cum, butterfly. on me, all over me, shhhit- all fucking over me.”

it doesn’t take much more after that. chan’s fluid thrusts, paired with a soft little leaf from one of his vines that comes down to flutter against your swollen, achy clit, get you there and take you further. your orgasm feels almost life changing - the vines pull you down on chan’s cock so roughly that you clench hard enough to push it out of you. that’s how you squirt, clenching and gushing over nothing until chan frantically brings the tip of his cock to your clit and shakes it. it sends your juices flying everywhere, splashes against his taut stomach and covers your quivering thighs until you’re gulping down mouthfuls of air to calm yourself down. you’d writhe around if you could, but the grip of the vines won’t let you.

chan is happy to jerk himself off above you and cum that way, but that’s not what you want. you want him to cum inside, plant his seed inside of you until you’re leaking with him. so you beg. “use me,” you plead, batting your tear-clumped eyelashes at him the way you know he loves. “use me to cum, chan, please? please keep- don’t stop fucking me.”

he’s helpless when it comes to you, when it comes to giving you what you want, so he sheaths himself back inside and rolls his hips again. he’s blanketing you now, leaning over you so that he can look into your eyes and feel the bounce of your tits against the bulk of his chest.

chan doesn’t take long either, not with you milking his cock the way you are. he’s slick all the way up to his pecs with sweat and your squirt. you’re wet when you press together, and that’s what does him in, the glisten of your sex-warm skin.

chan cums deep inside like he always does. it’s a bit of a wait, but it’s something you’re used to now and that you even look forward to. he orgasms hard because the process is so unhurried, and his sap-like cum oozes from the tip of his cock to coat your insides. you’ll be sticky all over when he manages to climb off of you, but that’s nothing a dip in the river can’t fix.

his dimples pop on his cheeks when he sees the dazed look in your eyes. chan smiles at you sweetly, nuzzling his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to your lips. the vines unwrap themselves from your wrists and legs when they realize what you want, and you wrap your limbs around chan the first moment you’re able to.

“song of my soul,” he breathes. your heart thumps heavily in your chest.

“sap,” you say back, but he knows that he’s yours too.

“for you? always. and like- kinda literally too, haha.”

#bangchan smut #bangchan fluff #bangchan oneshot #oneshot

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 2: Period Sex

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Lee Felix x reader

•

Felix’s slender fingers trace every inch of your body as he works your flesh in gentle, circular massages. His elbows knead between your shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to elicit a satisfied sigh from between your parted lips. He works down the length of your spine, paying special attention to the small of your back with the pads of his fingers. And then his hands roll your shoulders in comforting motions, as his lips find their way to the crook of your neck.

“You smell good,” he remarks, earning a half-smile from you, who leans back into his skillful touch. His kisses don’t cease, working down the base of your neck until he’s nibbling at your collarbones now, hitched breaths swirling against your skin as he adjusts himself to be a little closer to you.

“You want to?” Felix then asks, and you smile again, already knowing he was going to ask by the methodical process he follows.

“I can’t,” you reply sheepishly, turning around to face him now. He takes your palms in his, bringing your knuckles up to press a chaste kiss against them.

“Why?” Felix asks against your fingers, continuing to roll them against his lips.

“I’m on my period,” you reply, cocking your head almost apologetically.

“I don’t mind,” Felix practically interrupts to say.

His eyebrows arch up in an almost pleading manner, and you observe the way he adjusts his position on the mattress for the dozenth time now, doing his best to conceal the hard-on beneath his flannel pajama pants.

“You’re not in the mood?” He then inquires, his tender kisses trailing up your wrist.

“It’s not that,” you reply, shifting your position beside him, too. Maybe it’s obvious to him that you are horny- just not enough to soak his freshly-washed sheets in blood.

“It’s- the blood,” you explain to him. “It’s only my second day, so it’s really heavy. It’ll just be messy, and difficult, and probably gross for you.”

Felix chuckles in response, his hands finding your waist now, as he interjects with a tender kiss to your lips now.

“I can still make you feel good,” Felix counters.

He hoists himself off the bed now, over to the little wooden nightstand to the left of you, and then he digs around the drawer briefly, before making his way over again.

You chuckle when you observe the bright pink object grasped between his fingers, already very familiar with the sight of it. A compact vibrator he purchased for you not long ago, usually put to good use when he’s away for long periods of time. He’s used it on you maybe twice since purchasing, both of you generally preferring to use his fingers, or his tongue, and especially his cock to pleasure you. But with the current circumstances, and a rhythmic ache still lingering between your legs, you’ll take what you can get.

Felix maintains an amused smile on his face when he instructs you to undress while he retrieves a towel from the bathroom. You’re a little reluctant to in his presence, never having presented yourself nude to Felix on your period like this. But when he assists in splaying the towel over the mattress, and then gestures for you to lie down, you’re reminded that Felix is- and always has been, nothing less than a gentleman during intimacy.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, hovering over your figure now and steadying himself up with one hand. You nod beneath him, reaching up to tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind his freckled ear. He responds with a sweet kiss to your pouted lips, and then he glances down between your bodies, as he starts up the vibrator.

The quiet buzz fills the silence of the room, and Felix brushes it lightly against your inner thigh as he leans in to kiss you properly now, his lips working against you eagerly. He does his best not to rut against you as he kisses you, his flannel pajama bottoms grazing your flesh as he lets the friction caress his erection. And then as his kisses trail to your neck, the vibrator trails to your clit. Felix smiles against your skin when he hears you audibly gasp at the sensation, the consistent vibrations sending shivers up your spine as you spread a little further for him. He alternates between holding it against your sensitive bud, and then gliding it back and forth, moving with such ease over the already lubricated area.

“Feel good?” Felix asks, though he can already guess your answer by the little moans you let out.

“So good,” you affirm, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his golden locks. “Will you press it harder?”

Felix does as he’s told, pushing the pink toy a little firmer against you, eliciting a groan from between your drooly lips.

“Harder, baby,” you challenge.

Felix furrows his brows, now, glancing down between you at the toy. It’s coated in a sheen layer of crimson, also present on the tips of his fingers now. The sight isn’t jarring to Felix at all, who knew very well this is what the act would entail. But the toy seems to sound quieter than before, and for a brief moment, he wonders if he’s broken it.

“What is it?” You ask him, bucking your hips away from his hand.

You sit up to glance at the toy too, quickly embarrassed at the sight of your period blood coating the bright pink silicone.

“Oh my god,” you remark in a shaky voice. “I told you it’d be messy. I’ll clean it, could you just get me a towel-”

“It’s not that,” Felix says with a chuckle. He brings the toy up to eye-level, rotating it around in his grasp and frowning slightly. “I think it’s… dying, or something.”

At this, you watch him bring it up to his ear, where he attempts to get a better listen at the vibration. Like he’d predicted, the vibrator sounds much quieter now, hardly emitting any noise, as the vibration is nearly nonexistent in his touch. He flips it off, and then on again, being met with the same weak rhythm. And then he does it twice more, before the toy stops working altogether.

“When was the last time you charged it?” Felix asks, sitting up to glance around the room for the charger.

“I dunno,” you reply, steadying your upper body with two hands as you observe his movements. You groan when he departs from you entirely, making his way to the nightstand, where he now fishes around the drawer for a charger, coming up with nothing,

“Did you take it with you anywhere?” He asks, scratching the back of his head in a confused manner. “I don’t even see the charger here.”

“Forget the charger,” you chime in from the bed, pressing your upper thighs together for some sense or relief. Felix wraps the toy in a tissue, placing it carefully on the nightstand, before shooting you an amused smile.

“You sound a little eager there,” he teases, making his way back toward you. “If only there was something we could do about it.”

You groan at his teasing, throwing your head back in annoyance at the pressing ache between your legs.

“We don’t have any others?” You ask him, though you already know the answer.

“Not unless there are any I don’t know about.”

He watches you squirm helplessly atop the towel, your eyes shutting frustratedly as you can only fantasize about the feeling of when the toy was doing its job properly, sending delicious vibrations along your aching clit and assisting you in reaching your high.

“Too bad there’s no one here to help you,” Felix teases again.

You open your eyes again to the sight of Felix much closer now, his hand palming over the erection beneath his pajama pants. He’s even harder than he was before, and between that, and the cocky smile he wears on his face, you can tell what he’s getting at.

“It’s going to be even messier than the toy,” you explain to him. “I don’t know that you’ll be into it.”

“There’s nothing about a little blood I can’t handle,” Felix counters. He hoists himself on the bed once more, hovering over your body again, before burying his face in the crook of your neck. And then before you can give an answer, he’s pulling back again, preparing to leave the mattress again.

“You’re right,” he says plainly. “Too messy. Oh, well.”

“Wait!” you blurt out instinctively, and he meets your gaze again with a surprised look.

“I mean…” you begin to say, embarrassed at your very clear desperation. “We could… try, maybe.”

Felix leans in again to graze his lips over yours, not yet kissing you, as he tugs his own pants down over his erection.

“Ask for it,” Felix commands.

“Please,” you beg, squirming beneath him when you take notice of the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers under his flannel bottoms. “Please, that stupid toy got me so worked up.”

“I’m sure it did,” Felix replies, his hands caressing the sides of your waist as he positions himself over you. He keeps a steady grip on the base of his cock, angling his tip so that it’s just grazing over your soaking entrance, and then he pauses his actions again before speaking.

“Look at you, all hot and bothered for me,” Felix muses with a smile. He rubs his thumb back and forth along your flesh soothingly, and then he bucks his hips forward as he leans in to kiss you, slipping inside of you with complete ease.

It’s almost unbelievable how well you take him, not having to adjust your position even slightly for him to bottom out inside of you. His tip kisses your cervix almost instantaneously, and you’re letting out a fervent moan at the contact, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in even closer to you.

“Just like that,” you say breathlessly, and Felix bites his tongue from remarking that he hasn’t even begun to move yet.

Yet when he does begin to, pulling back and then thrusting forward with the slightest movement, a heavy groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching once at the sensation. Felix has fucked you dozens of times- but he’s not sure he’s ever felt you so tight- and wet, for him. The entirety of his girth is enwreathed in your warmth as he fucks the crimson deeper into you, completely high off the feeling of you gushing around his length. It’s like he’s fucking you for the first time all over again, and Felix can’t help but quicken his pace when he feels you dig your nails into his bare back.

“Feels so good,” you groan up at him, attempting to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. It’s less of a kiss, and more of you panting breathlessly against his parted lips, as he continues to fuck you at a rhythmic pace now.

“Yeah?” Felix inquires, his tongue swirling around yours as he moves a little faster inside of you. “You like when I make you beg for it? So horny when you’re on your period for me, baby. So fucking wet.”

He groans at his own speech, a string of drool dribbling from his lips onto yours, mirroring the blood that dribbles between your upper thighs and onto him. He couldn’t care less about this mess being a product of your menstruation- in fact, he’s pretty sure it’s ten times more arousing when you’re allowing yourself to be this vulnerable around him.

Felix’s groans transition to an orchestra of high-pitched gasps now, as he fucks you even faster, the sound of his hips smacking eagerly against yours and accompanying the lewd sloshing from between your tangled bodies. He can hardly form a coherent sentence by this point, muttering a string of “fuck” and “baby” as he shuts his eyes in pure bliss. And then his breath hitches in the back of his throat as he feels you clench desperately around him.

“Cum for me,” Felix orders breathlessly. “Make a mess for me, baby, yeah? Fuck, I wanna see you cum for me so bad.”

It hardly sounds like the familiar low pitch of Felix’s voice when he’s whimpering commands like this, but it’s somehow even more arousing to see that he’s so lost in pleasure, he barely even sounds like the Felix you know.

“Cum for me,” Felix says again.

And when you open your eyes to observe the arch of his eyebrows, and his pink parted lips as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy, you finally do, a gush of blood and arousal coating his cock in a slick mess.

Felix lets out a guttural moan when you do- one you’ve never heard before, as he slows his movements inside of you. And then as he relishes in the sensation of your fluids trickling down onto the bed sheets below him, and his cock practically sloshing in your wetness, Felix reaches his orgasm, letting out a series of whimpers when he empties himself inside of you.

One glance between your bodies is enough to gauge the mess you’ve both made- the towel is damp with spots of sweat, and cum and blood alike. And yet all Felix can do is smile when he finally pulls out again, rolling onto his side and catching his breath for a moment.

“Feel better?” He asks, his fingertips brushing against yours tenderly.

“Much,” is all you can say back, shooting him a satisfied grin as your chest rises and falls.

When Felix sits up again, he tucks a piece of blonde hair behind his ear, furrowing his brows at the desk across the room.

“The charger,” he says simply. “It’s there, by the lamp.”

“Forget the charger,” you interject.

He turns to face you again, his lips pulling into a smile as he watches you shut your eyes once more.

“If a little blood doesn’t bother you, then I prefer this to the vibrator on any day of my period.”

#tw blood #I love this too much my god #felix smut #felix oneshot #oneshot

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 5: Perv Best Friend

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Han Jisung x reader

•

“God, Hyunjin’s so annoying,” Jisung remarks, as he shoves his way past the door and into the bathroom.

The faint sounds of chatter can be heard when he gets quiet again, observing the way you touch up your crimson lipstick in the mirror. There’s a rhythmic thump from the heavy bass of the speakers downstairs, and when he glances at the door to ensure it’s locked, he can almost swear he still hears Hyunjin’s obnoxious tone filling the room with tales of his pretentious college life as an art major.

“Jisung, you’re not really supposed to follow a girl into the bathroom,” you say to him, chuckling lightly.

“What? It’s not like you’re taking a piss or something. You’re just doing your makeup again.”

You sigh frustratedly, biting back a smile at the sight of Jisung leaning against the wall behind you, a bottle of apple juice in hand and his arms folded over his broad chest.

It’s almost pathetic how clingy your best friend can be- completely sober at every social outing, always sulking about how much he despises the atmosphere.

“I’m just going because you’re going,” he’ll usually say, and you know it to be true by the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. Always voicing his distaste for the people, or the music, or sometimes the food. Typically a little annoyed if there are more men than women, but also painfully awkward in the presence of any woman besides yourself. Fidgeting around on his phone as though a game of Tetris might somehow make the evening go faster- in between strings of texts to you, of course, begging to just call it a night already.

“He’s not annoying,” you finally say, and Jisung scoffs in response.

“Nobody cares that he studied abroad for a semester. And I’m sure anybody could paint the way he does.”

“Sounds like you’re just a little jealous,” you say, raising an eyebrow, as you blot your lips with a folded tissue.

“Jealous?” He retorts, his eyebrows arching up as though he’s pleading for you to think otherwise. “You’re just saying that because you want to fuck him.”

Jisung waits for you to argue with him, taking a swig of his apple juice as he prepares for you to pivot on your heel and yell at him for implying such a far-fetched idea. But when several seconds of silence pass, he swallows nervously, knowing that this is an even worse outcome that he was preparing himself for.

“What, so I’m right?” Jisung chimes in again with a chuckle. His fingers run along the grooves of the plastic bottle, pupils trembling, as he hears you sigh loudly.

“I think he’s cute,” is all you say, mentally preparing yourself for the fit he’ll inevitably throw at the confession.

“Hyunjin?” Jisung voices, like you haven’t been talking about him for the entirety of your conversation so far. “Are you serious? Wow, you really do have the worst taste in guys.”

He takes a step forward, placing the now-empty bottle on the granite counter by your makeup bag and meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“Do you do it on purpose?” He questions, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as one hand runs through his tousled black hair. “Choose the worst guys to thirst over?”

“He’s not the worst, Jisung. You just don’t like him- that’s different.”

“I don’t like him because he’s the worst.”

When you finally do pivot around, Jisung is surprisingly close to you, his fingertips practically grazing the hem of your skirt as his gaze meets yours. He swallows nervously at the proximity, hands shoving awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans, as he towers over you.

“What’s a guy like Hyunjin have,” Jisung begins, observing the way you straighten your posture to maintain a confident stance. “That a guy like me, doesn’t have?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the question, your heartbeat quickening in your chest at the sight of him this close to you.

It’s a fair question- one you’ll never be able to conjure up a proper answer to, considering there’s really nothing Hyunjin has that Jisung doesn’t. Sure, he’s an artist, and he’s remarkably handsome. But Jisung is both of those things, too- he’s also funny, charming, adorably clingy. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be smitten with Jisung, too- except he’s your best friend, and nothing more.

“Nothing,” you say candidly.

Jisung furrows his brows in confusion at your response.

“You never call me cute,” he argues. “It’s always some stupid frat guy, or a total jock, or a painter. Not that I care, anyway, but you’re not really helping your case by admitting that we share no real discrepancies, and yet you still favor him-”

It’s you who kisses Jisung first, leaning forward just an inch to press a chaste kiss to his pouty lips, your eyes shut while his eyes widen in surprise. When you pull back again, he scans your face for some sign of this being a cruel joke, but there’s no clear indication in your otherwise unreadable expression.

“What was that for?” Jisung asks, his heart racing in his chest. He hopes you can’t tell that he’s already hard beneath his jeans, desperate for you to do it again- maybe take it even further, the way he’s always wished you would.

“You’re annoying,” is all that you say to him, stepping back to hoist yourself onto the granite counter. You assume a spot on the counter beside the sink, hands by your sides, your eyes locked on his as though you’re beckoning for him to continue.

Jisung isn’t sure if he should make a move, knowing you’ll probably just complain that he’s not Hyunjin. But when he takes a single step forward, his lips hovering over yours once more, there’s not a complaint uttered from between your parted lips. Instead, your heavy breathing, as your hands pull him in by the thin black tank top he sports, pressing your lips back to his to kiss him properly this time.

It’s clear how badly Jisung’s always wanted this, by the way that he slips his tongue between your lips, moaning softly between motions as his hands part your legs. When he separates momentarily to slip your sweater off, he’s mesmerized by the lacy brassiere you sport, having gotten off to the thought of it several dozens of times before.

His lips find yours again, working down your neck in hungry motions, as though he’s trying to paint your flesh in as many bruises as he possibly can with the few minutes he has you like this in the bathroom.

“Jisung,” you say to him, your fingers traveling to his crotch and palming his bulge over his jeans.

He practically reads your mind before you can make your request, his nimble fingers working down to undo his belt and snake his jeans down his slender waist. And then all at once he’s in just his underwear, his cock straining desperately against the fabric, as he toys with the waistband of your panties, too.

“Please, can I?” Jisung asks, almost pathetically, as he emits a soft moan before he can elaborate. Your hands massage his clothed bulge, fascinated at how big your best friend feels when he’s hard- and all of it for you only.

He groans when the contact is broken again, but only for your hands to tug his underwear down and effectively free his erection for you. And when your head tilts to observe the sight of his pink cock leaking with precum, he buries his face in your neck again pulling your flesh between his teeth and whispering little pleas to let him pleasure you.

“Sorry I’m not some frat boy, or an artist,” Jisung mumbles against you, rutting against your thigh like an animal in heat. “But I guarantee I want this more than they do.”

An involuntary chuckle escapes your lips before you grasp his chiseled face between your hands, forcing his gaze onto yours and kissing him passionately.

“If you’re gonna fuck me,” you say to him, your hands traveling down to pull down your own underwear. “Then get on with it already.”

His lips pull into a toothy grin against your mouth as one hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other hand guiding your legs a little wider as he positions himself in front of you. He taps the tip of his cock against your clit in anticipation as he kisses you again, and you moan softly at the sensation, your arms wrapping around him to pull him in even closer. At the same time you do, he thrusts himself inside of you, slipping past your lips with ease, his girth completely engulfed by your wetness.

Jisung’s eyes seem to roll back when he’s finally inside of you, quickening his movements without a second to spare as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips rutting frantically, like you’ll change your mind if he slows down to remind you it’s your best friend fucking you. But your movements are frantic, too, clawing at his broadened back as he slips his tongue between your lips again, his cock hitting every inch of you and filling you up in a way you’re not sure you’ve ever been satisfied before. One hand reaches up to steady himself on the glass mirror behind you, pressing desperately against the foggy glass, as he fucks you a little faster now, grunts escaping his lips with every thrust, as his other hand steadies your waist.

“Fuck,” Jisung remarks, head hanging to watch his cock disappear in and out of you. “He could never fuck you like this. Do you know how hard you make me?”

“Yeah,” is all you can say back, and it’s unclear whether it’s an answer to your question, or a verbal display of blissful pleasure. Either way, when he meets your gaze again to kiss you, he feels your nails dig into his back, your walls clenching around him as you near your finish.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out to him, trying to catch your breath as his movements maintain their quick pace.

And for a brief moment, you’re reminded that Jisung is your best friend- and he has been for several years now, despite your knowledge of him always wanting something more. He makes no effort to hide it from you, of course, frequently caught staring at your chest a little bit too long, inquiring about your one night stands, or even insisting he tag along on dates to “keep an eye out for you”. Perhaps there have been a few comments here and there about how he’d have fucked you long ago if you weren’t friends first and foremost, or that you check every box for a woman of his standards. But the confusion is nothing but a fleeting concern for another day, as you’re brought back to the sensation of his fingers gripping your waist, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

Jisung’s been spewing his perversions all the while your mind’s run elsewhere, admitting that he’s “always thought about you like this”, and that “he’s never been this hard for another girl before”. And the rest is indistinguishable as his voice raises an octave, begging to cum inside of you, as he fucks you particularly hard now.

Before he can even announce that he’s close- or perhaps he already has, Jisung is indeed cumming inside of your throbbing sex, as he buries his lips in the crook of your neck, littering sloppy kisses down to your clavicles. He doesn’t slow his thrusts just yet- in fact, his breathing grows labored as he begins to fuck his release in and out of you now, meeting your lips once more as he attempts to speak.

“Are you close?” Jisung asks, whimpering at the sensation of your pussy clenching down around his length. “I’ll stop when you finish, too.”

And the words are dizzying, to hear that he’s so insistent on putting your pleasure first- something you’re not sure any guy has done for you before. Of course if it was going to be anyone, it’d be your perverted best friend and longtime admirer, who’s only dreamt of getting you to cum for him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say for the second time this evening, while Jisung is still half-hard inside of you. His thrusts are a little shallower, but he keeps a steady pace, just grazing your lips with his as he works you to your release.

He might be persistent, and his mind may run a little too rampant with thoughts of you- both of which work in your favor, you now know, when you finally feel yourself clench one last time around him, throbbing as you gasp for air during your release. In one swift motion, your fluids are trickling down around his cock, and he’s groaning at the sensation, fucking the last of his release, and now yours, back into you.

His panting slows its course as he pulls out of you, scrambling to collect a wad of tissues to assist you in getting cleaned up. As you hoist yourself off the counter, you can’t help but keep your gaze on his, cocking your head curiously, as he fastens his belt once more and tousles his hair in the mirror.

“I suppose we should head back out there,” Jisung states casually, gesturing at the door.

It’s you now, who can’t seem to stop staring at the broad chest he flaunts beneath his tank top, eyeing his slender waist and his veiny hands. He’s a good fuck- perhaps also skilled with his fingers, and most definitely his tongue. The sink is just big enough for him to bury his face between your legs- and outside, the party is just busy enough so that nobody would notice if you stayed here another half, maybe even a full hour.

“I dunno,” you say to Jisung, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of your bra. “We could… stay here a bit longer?”

He smirks, as though this was his plan all along, and then he pulls his shirt off over his head before he can relay a proper answer.

“You’re annoying,” is all Jisung replies, using your own words against you, as he hoists you back onto the granite counter.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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*𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕?*

Paring: Chan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Creampie, (P in V), dirty talk, use of princess, Oral (F), sorry if I missed any, not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

This was requested from my prompt list 6: “you weren’t supposed to hear that”

A/N: I’m sorry if this is all over the place. I haven’t had time to even think *Sigh* so I’m sorry if it’s not my best.

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Working late today, you just felt so exhausted from the long shift. Feeling tired and stressed you were honestly ready to scream. You were gonna head home but your friend’s place was a lot closer, You stayed there often especially after late shifts. You didn’t think he’d mind, he was probably still awake anyways. You shot him a message about crashing there but he never responded. You figured he was just working on something. When you go to his place you knocked before reaching for the space key he had given you.

Opening the door it was pretty quiet surprisingly. Normally there was at least music playing but nothing. You stayed quiet thinking he was probably just asleep. Making your way to the spare bedroom you placed your stuff down heading to the bathroom. You started to wash your face when you heard a noise. You tilted your head thinking you heard Chan call for you. The silence was so loud though, thinking you were going crazy you wiped your face.

Making your way back to the room you heard your name again, this time you really heard it. It sounded soft and then again this time mixed with noises and then you heard it “fuck y/n you feel so good.” Hearing this made your stomach flip. A knot in it slowly building as you walked towards his room. The door was half way open, peering in you saw him. He was bent over a pillow fully naked as he was thrusting into the makeshift ‘body’ he had made. You knew you shouldn’t be watching, you’d be mortified if he’d see you but god- did he look good.

His toned body glistening with sweat as moans and groans left his mouth. His movements were everywhere as he pushed himself in and out of the pillow. He gripped it tightly head falling backwards “fuck y/n I wanna fill you- ah- ah fuck need you wrapped around me” his words pour out like a faucet. “Y/n fuck- y/n” he moaned. The scene in front of you was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Chans been your friend for a while now but he was definitely hot no doubt about it.

That smile of his alone made you weak but hearing him like this just- made a pool in your panties. He started moving not wanting to be found out as a creeper you quickly moved to the side. Nothing could have prepared you for the sweet noise you were about to hear “y/n! Fuck! Ah- cu-cuming!” The low groan he left out followed by moans and whimpers as he came. You stood there almost drooling over how hot he sounded. So many thoughts were swirling in your head that you didn’t hear him walking towards the door.

As he walked out he looked over at you, doing a double take trying to figure if he was tripping. “How long have you been- here?” He said his voice a bit shaky. You couldn’t think straight not after hearing what you did. Not only that but he was now standing infront of you fully naked. His cock slightly still hard, his body red glistening with sweat. “I uhm-“ you stuttered out eyes glancing over him.

“Y/n- I- how much did you hear?” He said his eyes burning a hole into you. “Well I” your words just wouldn’t come out. Everything just getting stuck like a cat actually had your tongue. “Fuck- you weren’t supposed to hear any of that- I mean obviously.. I didn’t know you were coming- I’m sorry- I hope you don’t think I’m weird. It’s just-“ he sighed. “You’re so- pretty and you always pop in my mind when I’m doing this and- and I can’t help it” he continues to ramble.

As he’s talking about it you could see his cock twitching like, being caught or telling you about it was turning him on again. You subconsciously rubbed your legs together, feeling hornier than you ever have. “Why didn’t you just ask for my help?” Your words came out without you even thinking about it. His eyes widened “are- are you serious?” He asked. “I- uhm I yes I’m serious” you stuttered out, eyes meeting for the first time. Without a second of thought he pulled you to him lips crashing into yours. His tongue found its way into your mouth his hands came down wrapping around your waist. He picked you up wrapping your legs around him making you squeal. He chuckled before chasing after your lips once again.

As he laid you down his hands frantically wondered your body. Finding their way to your pants he quickly pulled them down, his hands came under your legs lifting them up. He pressed himself between you his cock pressing against your folds, The contact making you both moan. He moved his hips his cock head coming up to press against your clit. His lips were making their way down to your neck sucking harshly at the skin. Both of you were desperate “Chan- please” you begged breathily hands pulling him to you.

He didn’t even hesitate before letting himself slip into you. Hands gripping tightly to him desperate for more contact. He didn’t move right away the feeling too good for him already. He must have been still for to long though, because you started to whine “move” you said softly. He looked down at you with the most fucked out face as he started to move slowly. He was so lost in the feeling of you, so drunk off of you he bottomed out almost immediately. His cock head kissing your cervix ever so perfectly.

“God you feel even better than I expected” he moaned. His movement were all over the place. He leaned down to you kissing you sloppily his tongue lapping at yours teeth biting at your bottom lip. His hands griped onto your legs desperately trying to find something to anchor him. He felt like he was in a dream, just minutes before he was getting off to the thought of you. Now he’s getting off with you, with him deep inside you. Your body felt addicting, he craved it needed it or he possible might die. “Y/n fuck I’m-“ he started to say his head falling back.

“Cum for me Chris, fuck- please” you say but he shook his head “n-no i wanna savor this moment. Need it to last longer.” He said before pulling out before you could even protest at the loss of him he was going down your body. His lips attached to your wet cunt like some hungry animal. He was fucking you with his tongue his fingers playing with your clit. Your body arched at the feeling moaning his name as you gripped at his hair. “Fuck!” Is all you could get out as he switched. Fingers now pumping into as he sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum for me- please I wanna taste every bit of you.” He said his words coming out like a plea.

He sped his movements up biting softly at your sensitive nub, you uncontrollably started to move your hips. Bucking them grinding into his tongue as you chased your high. “That’s it baby cum for me, fuck cum for princess” he said feeling you clench around his fingers. You came hard, harder than you ever have before. Pulling his hair hard almost screaming his name as your body levitated from the mattress. He continued through your high before quickly coming up to you. He leaned his head against yours eyes looking into each others.

He guided himself into you once again cock moving in and out, he watched as your face contorted in pleasure. Becoming sensitive from just cumming you felt a bigger knot in your stomach. It was already building once again as each thrust hit your g-spot. “Fuck- you feel so good. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you. Fuck y/n! Fuck! Fuck!” He groaned out sitting up gripping your hips as he pushed deeper into you. His hand came down to play with your clit, thrust becoming sloppier. As you looked up at him the view was magnificent, his eyes were glossed over, lips swollen and mouth half open.

“I’m so fucking close y/n” he breathed out “Chris- c- cum inside” you moaned. The look on his face was everything, a mixture of shock and pure ecstasy “Yeah? I can? Really?” He said in disbelief. You nod yes making him groan. He leaned his body down laying it against yours head in the crook of your neck. He started to thrust sloppier into you his hand on your clit moving frantically. “I’m gonna fill you full, gonna fill this pretty pussy so full it only wants me” he said against your ear. “Y/n you’re all mine ok? Please I need you to be all mine” he babbled on.

He leaned up looking into your eyes “tell me please- say it” he said eyes locked on you. “Chris- I’m all yours. Only yours.” And with those words it pushed him over the edge his body was stuttering inside you cuming deep as he let out moans and curses. As he came the feeling of it mixed with the feeling of him playing with your abused clit made you cum. Something you didn’t expect though as you came it felt different, until you heard him groan even more “princess- fuck squirting all over me?” He said his voice shaky.

No one has ever been able to make you squirt but here you were covered in your mess, it covering Chans body. “Y/n did you really mean it? Are you all mine?” He said moving to look at you again. “Yes, I’d love to be all yours.” He smiled widely kissing you lovingly. You two stayed cuddled into each other for a few before Chan broke the silence. “Let’s go shower yeah?” You nodded “if I can walk” your comment making you both burst out laughing.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Bangchan: He is a gentleman. He pulls out chairs for you, opens car doors for you, brings you flowers for no reason. An absolute sweetheart.

But the moment he lays eyes on your cunt that all goes out the window. He can feel some side of him coming out that he has never felt with anyone else. There’s an urge to just devour you without a second thought of anyone or anything else. You’re blushing as he stares at you. You’re not a virgin but no one has ever looked at your pussy so intently. Never have you seen such a hunger in anyone’s eyes. It makes you clench and he can see it. He about cums from the sight of it. His cock is so hard.

“Chan.” You pant, “Say something.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m speechless. There are no words to describe how beautiful your cunt is.”

You blush fiercely at his words. You never expected him to be a filth mouth and you never expected to like it. Your clit throbbed at his words and you ached for any part of him to be on or in your cunt.

“Show me.” You beg, “Want you so bad.”

“You have no idea how bad I want you, darling. I’m holding myself back right now when all I want to do is bury my face and cock in your cunt.”

You whine and grab at the blankets. You spread your legs even further trying to entice him.

It works.

He dives into your pussy and eats you out like a man possessed. You can only moan his name and arch off the bed at the pleasure he’s giving you. He eats your pussy furiously, hungrily, and desperately. It’s as if he will perish if he doesn’t lick every inch of your cunt.

Your eyes are rolling back in your head, hips grinding up so your cunt grinds against his face, his nose hitting your clit.

“Fuck.” You gasp.

That’s how he feels. He is obsessed. Addicted. Your pussy belongs in his mouth. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock inside you and fuck you so good that your pussy grows to know his cock and sucks him in easily.

But for now he’s perfectly happy sucking your clit, licking your wet lips, and teasing your hole with his tongue. He feels like the universe couldn’t pull him away from you right now. Your scent is intoxicating. Your taste is seeping into every taste bud on his tongue and he knows he will never taste anything better than you.

He wants to get your name tattooed on him along with the words, “best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He wanted to show off to the world that his lover had the greatest treasure between their legs.

Your legs are shaking with each flick of his tongue on you. Your orgasm is barreling towards you but you can’t find it in you to stop him. He wants you to cum on his face, in his mouth. You are ready to give him what he wants so you can get what you want: his cock in your mouth and pussy.

You tug at his hair but there’s no moving him. He’s determined to stay between your legs until you cum all over his face so you let him continue his magical mouth and lay there letting the pleasure consume you.

When you finally do cum all over his face he can only moan and grip your thighs tightly. Your cunt is oversensitive but you don’t care because he’s dragging his tongue slowly through the mess you made while staring up at you. When he pulls away and licks his lips you just know you’re in for it.

“You have the sweetest tasting pussy.” He speaks, voice low, “I’m going to eat it every fucking day and that’s a promise.”

“Chan.” You whine, “You’re exaggerating.”

He grins and moves up over you so he can peer down at you, “I’m not. I want to live with my head between your legs. Tomorrow I think I’ll spend all day between them.”

He kisses you before you can reply. Your fun is far from over and your cunt is throbbing at the realization his cock will finally be in you soon.

But the way his tongue felt against your cunt for the first time would never leave your mind.

Judging by the way he was pushing your legs up to your chest you knew he’d never forget it either.

Apparently once wasn’t enough and he was eager to make you cum on his tongue again because he buries his tongue inside you and everything else is forgotten.

Changbin: The moment he lays eyes on your cunt for the first time he feels like an animal. His nails digging into your thighs, his cock heavy and hard, his breathing heavy as his eyes stay locked on you, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he notices your arousal glistening on your skin.

“Binne,” You groan, “please do something.”

He licks his lips and looks at you, “I’m going to, sweetheart. I can’t decide if I want to bury my face against your cunt first or just push my cock inside and eat your cunt afterwards. You’re certainly wet enough already without my tongue.”

You gasp as you feel two of his fingers press against your clit and grab at the sheets. You’re aching for him no matter what he chooses to do. You’ve waited for him long enough and you were past desperate at this point so you felt no shame in begging if you had to.

“Want your mouth, darling.” You whine, spreading your legs further, “Please.”

He groans, “How can I say no when you beg so beautifully?”

He moves his fingers away and settles down so he can finally give in to his desires and make you feel good all while licking up every drop of your essence. Just from l inhaling your scent he was already addicted to it and now wanted it on his tongue.

He slid his tongue between your wet lips and over your clit groaning at the taste of you. He holds your thighs open so he can lick every inch of your cunt and in the crease where your legs meet your pussy. His tongue is making your body tremble with pleasure and you didn’t know how you both went this long without giving it.

His idea to wait until as long as possible just for the anticipation had been stupid as hell but he was right about it being worth it. His tongue was absolutely worth the wait and feeling his mouth work against you was the best thing you’ve ever felt.

“You taste so fucking good.” He moans, tongue flicking over your clit.

You whine his name and arch off the bed. His tongue was perfect and you didn’t want him to stop, “Make me cum on your tongue, Binnie.”

When he looks up at you the look on his face takes you by surprise. His eyes were dark and face was flushed. It was as if eating your cunt was really getting to him and it make you clench.

“If I make your pretty pussy cum on my face are you going to be able to handle my cock, pretty girl?”

You nod vigorously, “I will! I want them both. I want to cum on both.”

He cusses and pressed the tip of his tongue against your hole, running light circles around it to feel your legs shake and listens to your soft moans. His head was spinning and he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

In the best way of course.

He sucks on your clit to feel you squirm and listen to the moans of his name. You’re arching off the bed and pressing against his face and he is drunk off your taste and scent.

He growls against you and you gasp. You two have made out, dry humped and he acted perfectly normal. Whatever normal was for two people humping each other.

You’ve jerked him off without taking off his pants and he has fingered you without removing his your pants, but he had never let out the sounds he was making now and they were making you so wet. You craved him in every way. If you could catch your breath you would tell him.

“Cl-Close.” You pant, “Binnie!”

“Cum on my face, sweetheart. Let me lick up every drop and then I’ll fuck you.” He promises, voice strained.

You tug at his hair and arch off the bed as the pleasure races through you. Your toes are curling and thighs are shaking as your orgasm starts approaching. Your core is throbbing and wet as he continues working his mouth on you.

You moan his name loudly when your orgasm hits. Your hips jerking rapidly as it shoots through you but he holds your thighs so he can taste every drop of you, moaning at the taste of your cum. Your cunt was sensitive but you couldn’t pull him away.

You’d be stupid to try.

“Fuck.” He groans, “I can’t wait bury my cock in your sweet cunt.”

Your eyes close at his words but they shoot back open when you feel his cock pressed against your cunt. You lick your lips as he runs the head through your wet folds, “Do you want me to suck you off? I want to make you feel good too.”

He smiles at you, “Later, sweetheart. I’ve waited long enough to put my cock in you.”

All the waiting causes you two to go round after round. Until you cum on his cock, suck his cock and he fucks you again to make you squirt.

The waiting was definitely worth it.

Hyunjin: He doesn’t hesitate to bury his face against your cunt. You cry out and tug at his hair at the pleasure and it only encourages him to really focus on making you cum as well as making sure he licks every inch of you, leaving no part of you untasted.

“Fucking delicious.” He moans, licking over your clit.

You whine, “Jin, please. Don’t stop.”

Like he’d ever stop.

It would take the strength of ten men to pull him away from your cunt. Now that he has tasted you he knew he wouldn’t be able to live without it. Your taste and scent have been engraved into his very being and he wouldn’t want to go one day without it.

“I’m going to eat this pussy everyday.” He promises.

“Please.” You pant, “Want it.”

“And you’ll get it, baby.” He assures, “You’ll get anything you want.”

He flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks between your lips and presses his tongue against your hole, groaning when you moan his name. He wanted nothing more than to keep hearing it.

He spits on your clit and uses his tongue to move it in circles making you breathe heavily. He didn’t want to ever pull his mouth away from you. His mouth was meant to be on your cunt and that’s how he wanted to spend the rest of his days.

“So fucking pretty.” He sighs, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Tastiest too.”

“Jin.” You gasp, blushing.

He chuckles, “My shy baby.”

He licks the crease of your thigh before spreading your pussy open. The sight of you spread out for him had his cock aching and balls throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to empty them inside of you.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, princess.” He says, sliding two fingers inside you.

You clench around them and moan his name. They’re so long and stretch you so well. You could only imagine how his much thicker cock would stretch you.

“Want it.” You beg, “Fill me up.”

He cusses and fucks his fingers in and out of you faster watching the way your body moves and how you react to him fucking into your gspot. He wanted to record every move your body made so he could watch it when you’re apart, even if you’re both just at work for a few hours.

He spits on you, watching it disappear where his fingers are stretching you out. His cock hurts by this point and is desperate to fuck into you but he needs you to cum first. He needs to taste it and he was determined to make it happen within the next few minutes.

You groan and clench tightly, “Baby, you’re going to make me cum.”

“I want it in my mouth.”

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth again which has your body shaking. His fingers were incredible and you’d want them again but his mouth was truly something else and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your legs were shaking and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer before you came all over his face.

“Close.” You gasp, “Jin!”

You squirm and grind against his face as he holds himself against you. He doesn’t want a single drop going to waste.

When you finally cum his cock is leaking profusely but he ignores it to catch every drop of your cum on his tongue. He cleans you throughly until your body is shaking from over sensitivity. When he pulls back his face is wet but he’s just grinning at you with a sparkle in his eye, “Truly the best tasting pussy.”

You blush, “Shut up.”

He laughs and leans up so he can kiss you softly, “Need a break, sweetheart?”

“I need you to fuck me.” You say, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“My girl gets whatever she wants.” He smiles, sliding the head of his cock through your wet lips.

Felix: He wouldn’t say a word honestly. His lips and tongue would be on your cunt before you could say anything. He’d eat you slowly at first just to enjoy the taste of you and to make you feel good. He wouldn’t start devouring you until you begged for him to and he would absolutely make sure you begged.

Once you start getting needy and noise he wouldn’t waste a single second to catch a breath. He’d suck on your clit until your thighs are shaking then move his tongue slowly between your wet lips to taste you better, teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue. He’d groan at the taste of you and would press his face closer against you until he can’t breathe in anything but you.

You whine and tangle your fingers in his hair so you can slowly grind against his face, his nose bumping against your clit causing you to gasp at the sensation, “Oh, Felix.”

The sound of his name sounding so whiny on your lips has him struggling to be rational. All he wants to do is make you feel good, to make you cum over and over until you can’t remember anyone else’s name but his.

He slides the tip of his tongue inside you causing you to let out a sob, toes curling into the mattress. You’re so wet and that’s without his mouth but with his mouth you feel so drenched and it turns you on. Knowing that he loves being so close to you this way not caring about how wet his face gets makes your head spin.

He licks his lips and pulls back so he can press his fingers against you completely obsessed with how your arousal and spit both stick to his fingers. Your pussy lips are puffy from arousal and your clit is swollen peaking out and the sight really has him wanting to just put grind his cock against your cunt until you're begging him to fuck you but he won't do that until you cum in his mouth and on his face.

He's absolutely desperate for it and it makes him feel unhinged but he can't bring himself to care because you bring it out in him and he's told you that before when he had to control himself from just taking you multiple times.

You'd never admit it but you loved knowing that it was hard for him to control himself with you. Knowing that you got to him that much pumped up your ego and you loved teasing him but now you were on your back with your legs spread and his face buried against your cunt.

The teasing was over and from here on out you knew he'd have the upper hand most of the time.

You had no complaints about it because you knew he'd never pressure you or force you into anything. He'd just tease you like crazy until you begged him to fuck you and it would go to his head while you just turned into a needy girl who wanted her boyfriend to fuck her all the time. Though you knew he'd have no complaints about that.

Felix continues eating your pussy as if he's meant to do it. It's as if all the time he never got to is catching up and he's making up for all the lost time. Your inner thighs are wet from arousal and his spit and you're so fucking turned on. Your clit is throbbing and you wonder if he can feel it.

When he sucks it into his mouth he holds your hips down so you can't move. All you can do is moan, arch off the bed and grab at your blankets so tight it hurts.

His saliva is spilling down between your wet lips and you can feel his fingers spreading you open. He spits on your hole and your eyes roll back into your head. You were going to be melting into the mattress before he could get his cock inside you and with the way he was eating you out it was as if that's what he wanted.

"Taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He groaned, "I can't get enough."

His fingers are moving in and out of you and you can't stop clenching around them every time he goes to pull them out. He pushes them back in hard and curls them against that spot that has your eyes seeing stars. The sight of you squirming under him just from his fingers makes him want to replace them with his cock and fuck you stupid but he's a patient man.

Kind of.

He feels like he's about to lose control but he'd never admit it. He'd never want you to think that he doesn't care about your wants or needs. You come first. Figuratively and in this case literally.

You're breathing heavily as your orgasm approaches and you know it won't be long before you're cumming. He can sense it by the way your thighs are trembling and the way your breathing has changed. He's seen this before in the times you two have humped each other like teenagers on your couch through your clothes and he couldn't wait to see you fall apart on his fingers stark naked.

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

He leaned down and slid his tongue between his fingers for a few minutes to taste you again before sucking your clit back into his mouth. Your vision was blurry and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. This man knew how to work his mouth and you felt blessed to have him as yours.

You let go and let your body take over and in seconds your orgasm hits and you're cumming. It's intense and when you finally come to you realize that you fucking squirted and he was licking at you as if he was dehydrated, every drop going into his mouth, the taste melting into his tongue.

"Oh my god." You gasped, "I've never done that before."

He hums and looks up at you but never removes his mouth. He just winks at you and it makes you blush. This man knew how to get to you and used it to his advantage because he loved making you all needy and seeing the blush on your face.

When he finally pulls back he's licking his lips as if he didn't get enough, "That was so fucking sexy. Seeing you squirt like that was heaven."

"Felix, don't say that." You whined.

He grinned, "It's true. I'm going to make you squirt on my cock soon."

You rolled your eyes, "Get up here and kiss me so you can get your cock in me."

He does as you say and kisses you softly. You can feel his hard cock on the inside of your thigh and his precum adds to the mess that resides there. You want to taste his cum too as he shoots in your mouth but it would have to wait because the head of his cock was pressed against your cunt and you were already clenching and eager to have him inside.

"You better let me suck your cock later."

He laughed and his eyes sparkled with amusement, "I will never turn that down. I can't wait to cum down your throat."

Before you can get embarrassed you just wrap your legs around his waist and order him to fuck you stupid.

You don't have to tell him twice.

Minho: He's out of his mind as he stares at your cunt. You're so wet and your clit is swollen. His mouth is aching to be on you. He has your legs pushed open wide so he has room to settle between them. He licks his lips and uses two fingers to spread you open letting a string of saliva from his mouth drop down to your cunt and drip down to your hole.

You whine at the feeling and he smirks at you. He runs a finger over your clit then down between your wet lips before he pushes it inside of you. You whine at the intrusion and you're already craving his cock in you but you know he wants to take his time with you and honestly you wanted him to go slow so you could feel his mouth and fingers take you apart.

'I can't wait to taste you, angel." He speaks, voice low, "I've been dreaming about eating your cunt from the day Jeongin introduced us."

You gulp, "Then eat it, Minho. I want to feel your mouth so bad. I'm so wet for you."

"Mhm, I can tell. Your pussy is glistening."

He pulls his finger out slowly before replacing it with his mouth. His tongue goes straight to licking between your folds causing you to gasp. He chuckles and moves up to your clit and sucks it into his mouth.

You let out a pleasured sob and close your eyes as he continues his magical mouth against your pussy. Your toes are curling and your fingers are tangled into the blankets. You knew his mouth was magical just by how he kissed you and how he worked his tongue on your neck but feeling it on your pussy was a whole new kind of magic.

You can feel your arousal leaking off you and you know he's getting wet but judging by the way he's burying his face even closer and moving his head he doesn't care. In fact, he desires it and wants you as wet as you can possibly get before he fucks you. He works his mouth and tongue against you as if it's the only thing in this life that he's meant to do.

He moans at your taste and you can hear him inhaling which makes you blush.

"Minho, don't do that."

He looks up at you and grins, "Not my fault you smell delicious."

"You're insane."

He chuckles and kisses your clit causing you to gasp. He licks your cunt again and from then on the only noises you can make are moans and pants of his name.

He rubs your clit fast and watches with dark eyes as arousal squirts out of you and he catches it in his mouth as his fingers run through your wet lips so it clings to them. You're intoxicating and he finds himself falling deeper into his newest obsession: the way you taste.

"Minho." You moan, "Please."

"Use your words, sweetheart. What do you need?"

"I need to cum. I'm so close."

The words make his balls ache. He can't wait to see you fall apart. Can't wait for you to cum so he can slide his cock into your wet pussy.

"You can cum whenever you want, princess."

He sucks your clit into his mouth as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wet pussy and moans echo in the room and makes his cock throb. It hurts if he's being honest but you're what matters at the moment. He knows it will be worth the wait when he finally gets his cock inside you.

You cry out loudly and tug at his hair as you arch off the bed. Your thighs are shaking as your orgasm hits and your body can't stop jerking as the pleasure races through you.

You're out of your mind with pleasure and you're unsure of what's actually happening for a few minutes but when you come to you see him licking his lips and wiping his face with a huge grin on his face. Your thighs feel drenched and you can feel your cum leaking down towards your ass.

"That was so fucking sexy." He says, "You came all over my face. Your pussy is fucking drenched."

You throw your hands over your face but he moves up over you so he can remove them and look down at your flush faced, "That's embarrassing, Minho."

"Nothing embarrassing about your pretty pussy cumming all over me."

He laughs as you groan and close your eyes and leans down to kiss your forehead, "Do you need some water?"

"A glass would be nice. I need to rehydrate before you fuck me."

He ends up fucking you so good that you squirt all over his cock and he cums without being aware of it, filling you up so good that it mingles with the mess that you already made on your thighs and the bed.

Han: He has you sit on his face so he can have all over you against him. He wastes no time burying his face into your cunt because the sight of it is everything he dreamed of and more. It's perfect and he wants to prove to you how perfect it is by eating you out and making you cum all over his face.

You have to hold the headboard as you grind against his face. His hands are gripping your hips as he helps you move against him and his tongue is moving up and down between your wet lips. His nose presses against your clit and it takes all your strength not to cum each time it does.

He spanks your ass before making you stay still. He focuses on your clit for a few minutes before moving down to your hole. His tongue teases you and you can't help but whine and clench. You want nothing more than for him to go inside of you and he can sense it. Your desperation is only making him harder.

"Such a needy girl." He groans against you, "Needy girl with the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"Don't say that." You groan, covering your face.

He chuckles against you as he looks up at you. He can't see much but he can see that you covered your face in embarrassment, "I mean it. No one has a prettier pussy than you."

You cuss and squirm making him push his tongue inside you. You cry out and grab the headboard again. You cuss under your breath as he eats you out like a starving man. No one has ever eaten you out with such intensity and hunger and it's making your clit throb and ache.

"Han." You moan, "Oh fuck your tongue feels so good."

He moans against you and continues licking at you. You can't get over how intense he is and how hungry he is for you. You've never experienced anything like it and you love it. You love how much he wants you just as much as you want him. You'd never be able to love anyone the way you love this man.

"I could live between your thighs, sweetheart." He pants, "Love having you sit on my face like this. If I die suffocating on your pussy please put it on my tombstone."

He laughs as you scold him and goes back to sucking on your clit to feel your legs tremble around his head. The rest of your body is jerking with pleasure and if you weren't holding on to the headboard you probably would have fallen apart by now. It was the only thing keeping you steady.

"I want you to cum on my face, angel." Han speaks, "I need to taste every drop of you."

You whine and can only nod your head as you slowly start grinding against his face again. His nails are digging into your ass as he helps you move faster. His tongue moving at a pace that should have been illegal.

With each flick of his tongue over your clit your orgasm raced closer. You knew you weren't going to last much longer and you wanted to warn him but you couldn't get your mouth to say the words. You were too busy moaning his name and letting out embarrassing sounds.

"Fuck. Sweetheart, I want to bottle every bit of you and drink it. You taste so fucking good."

You throw your head back and dig your nails into the headboard as you continue riding his face. There was no way you could get a word out with the intense pleasure you were feeling.

He knew it too.

He made sure to work his tongue in a way that he hoped would keep you speechless and it worked. You could only let out sounds that were making his cock throb. You would occasionally moan his name but that was all you could muster. Your strength was leaving you and he was taking advantage of it in order to make you cum all over his face.

"Cum whenever you want, baby." He says, "I'll take every drop you give me."

Your legs shake as your orgasm barrels towards you. You cry out his name and tighten your legs around your head as your orgasm hits. You can't stop grinding your hips and you can feel your cum pouring out of you. You know you're drenching his face but you can feel his tongue moving against you and it only encourages you to keep going.

When you're finally able to stop and sit up off his face you look down and your eyes widen at the sight. His face is drenched from his forehead to his chin but he looks like he's having the best time of his life. He's looking up at you and breathing heavily as he licks his lips and the sight has you wanting to bounce on his cock so bad.

"Let me go get you a towel to clean up."

Your words come out shaky and you know you won't be able to walk properly because your legs are shaky but you had to offer it. You wanted to do something for him.

He shakes his head and smiles at you, "Don't even worry about it. It can stay there while you ride my cock."

You gulp as he helps move you down so his cock presses against your ass. You gasp and push back against it, "Han, you need me to take care of you first. I want to make you feel good."

"Later." He promises, "I need that soft pussy on my cock right now so I can fill it up."

You blush at his words, "You're filthy."

He grins, "You love it."

You lean down and kiss him softly not caring that you could taste yourself, "And I love you."

He returns the kiss before you pull back and grab his cock to press it against your wet pussy. He bites his lip and goes to say something but you just grin and press it inside of you.

It was your turn to make him feel good.

Seungmin: The first time he lays eyes on your cunt is when you two decide to shower together and he really can’t help it when he gets to his knees on the tiles. You gasp as he pins you against the wall, the hot water streaming down his back. He looks up at you and you nod at him so he picks one of your legs up and throws it over his shoulder.

You bite your lip as he runs his finger over your pussy lips. You’re eager to feel his mouth against you but you don’t plan on rushing him. You want this to be good for him too.

He devours your cunt and has your entire body shaking as he keeps you pressed against the shower wall. His hands hold your hips and he shuffles closer that way incase you fell he'd be able to catch you.

His tongue licks over your clit repeatedly and he stares up at you to watch your reactions. He's obsessed already with how you look and wants to keep watching so he sucks your clit into his mouth hard and when you cry out his name he has to squeeze his cock to keep himself from cumming.

"Minnie." You moan, "Oh god."

He grins against you and moves his tongue between your wet folds so he can circle the tip of his tongue against your hole. He can feel you clench and he groans against your cunt. The sound goes straight up your spine and has your head spinning.

You don't know why you two decided to wait a while before being intimate but you had a feeling that he'd be making up for lost time when you got out of the shower. For now he was perfectly happy on his knees with his face pressed against your pussy and you were perfectly happy to have him pressed against you.

He hums against your cunt as he eats you out. His tongue flat against your core as he licks you over and over. Your clit throbs with each flick of his tongue and you wish you had the energy to beg him but you were using the energy you did have to keep yourself from falling. His mouth was too fucking good and your body was reacting strongly to it.

"Your clit is so swollen, sweetheart. You're so wet." He groans, "If I would have known you get this wet so easily I would have fucked you the day we met."

His words have your pussy aching. You desire his cock in you, stretching you out as he fucks you then filling you up. You wanted it so bad but you couldn't find the energy to tell him that. You could only focus on the way his words made your cunt pulse and how his tongue felt against you.

You tugged at his hair and it had him moaning against your cunt. He looked up at you as he continued eating you out to watch every reaction and to learn everything you like. He'd remember it for the future when he ate your pussy so good that you couldn't help but beg him to fuck you. But he'd always make sure you came on his face before he slid his cock inside you.

"Tasty pussy." He grunted, "Want to eat you forever."

You close your eyes because you can't look at him anymore. Not with how he was looking up at you as his tongue moved against you otherwise you'd be cumming early.

He spread your pussy open and pressed his tongue flat against your hole causing you to cry out. You tugged at his hair and let your head fall against the shower wall as your body jerked at the sensation. His tongue didn't slow down and it had your orgasm racing that much closer at a faster rate. You weren't ready to cum yet but he was determined to make you cum all over his face as fast as he possibly could.

You figured it was because it was your first time and he was just hungry and desperate for it. The thought of it had your cunt clenching around the tip of his tongue. You could hear his hand jerking off his cock even through the shower water and you wished more than anything you could watch but you couldn't lift your head. Your body was so close to an orgasm that it was all you could focus on.

He pulled back only to spit on your clit before wrapping his lips around it sucking on it hard. You let out a sob of pleasure and pressed his face against you harder and he allowed you to happily. Being pressed against your cunt was his new favorite thing and he would never complain about it.

He'd never complain how needy you seemed to be or how sensitive your cunt was. He'd use it to his advantage to make sure you always had orgasms that left you breathless and shaky. It was his new main goal in life whether he did it with his mouth, fingers or cock. As long as you came that was all he wanted.

You moaned his name softly as you grinded against his face. His tongue was against you just letting you move your pussy across it and each time you moved your clit across the wet muscle you felt your cunt clench and your lower stomach tighten. You knew your orgasm was only a mere few minutes away.

"I want you to cum on my face, sweetheart." He says, staring up at you. His eyes are dark and he looks completely out of it just by eating you out. You've never eaten a pussy so you didn't get the addiction, but you knew you'd probably feel the same way the first time you got to suck his cock.

Which you planned on being after you got out of the shower. You were desperate to make him feel as good as he was making you feel.

You nod your head and focused on the way his tongue moved against you. You moaned his name again and your hand slapped against the shower wall as you arched off against it. He held your hips tightly as your orgasm suddenly hit and you were cumming all over his mouth.

The taste of you had him cussing and pressing his mouth all over your pussy so he could get every drop of your release. Your body was shaking and your legs were wobbly but he held you as he continued to eat you out. Your clit was sensitive already but you didn't have any complaints as he moved his tongue over it again.

You could only breathe heavily as he finished cleaning you up. He finally pulled away and licked his lips before slowly standing to his feet. The water was starting to get cold so he kissed you quickly with a smile on his face before helping you out of the shower. He cut the water off and grabbed a towel to wrap around your naked body.

"You really have the tastiest cunt."

You gasp at his words and turn to stare at him, "You can't just say that now!"

He grinned, "I speak the truth and I want you to know that everytime I get the chance to bury my tongue inside you I'm going to."

You gulp and grab the side of the sink, "Just you wait. I'm going to suck your cock so good that you won't be able to think of anything else."

His eyes darken as he moves closer to you, "Yeah? You want to suck it now?"

You stare down at his hard cock. It's leaking pre cum and the tip looks as if it's swollen from how hard he was. You didn't want him to think that you were too good for spontaneous fun so you grin at him before getting to your knees. His eyes widen and he goes to say something but you take his cock into your mouth without warning.

He ends up having to hold the sink because you suck him so good that his legs start getting hard to stand on.

He fucks you on that same sink right after.

Jeongin: He instantly tells you that he wants to take photos of your pussy after he cums in it for the first time which makes you blush but you don’t say no. You’re just not used to him having such a filthy mouth. Though the thought of him using it as you get more into sexual activities together make your pussy wet if you were being honest.

He drags two fingers down your soft lips completely avoiding your swollen clit. He was nothing if not a tease because working you up through your clothes was one thing but going slow against your bare cunt was torture.

He wanted to make you beg.

“What a soft pussy.” He sighs happily, “I can’t wait to bury my cock in it but first I want to eat you so good that squirt in my mouth.”

You knew you were in for it but you looked forward to everything he was going to do to you.

He spreads your cunt open and spits right on your hole and groans at how your hole seems to clench. He leans down and presses his tongue hard against your hole and cusses mentally when you thrust against his face.

He grips your thighs hard as he works his tongue on you. He slides it up to your cunt and traces the alphabet on it slowly just to feel your thighs tremble and to hear the sounds that tumble out of your mouth. Already he's addicted to the taste of your pussy and regrets all the time he let go by without doing this to you. He always knew your cunt would be pretty but it was far beyond his imagination.

It was beautiful and he wanted to spend every damn day of his life worshipping you by eating your cunt until you cried.

You let out soft pants as your pleasure picked up. He was eating you out so intensely that your toes kept curling. You tugged at his hair but it only encouraged him on. He would shake his head against your cunt just to hear you moan and feel you press against his face harder. He was as desperate to eat you out as you were to cum. No one had ever loved eating you like this.

Then again, no one had ever loved you like Jeongin. It really was true that love makes everything better.

The sappy thoughts left your head the moment his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You arched off the bed and tightened your grip on his hair. You moaned his name and started letting out soft pleads which had his cock throbbing. Hearing you beg was so fucking sexy and he was going to lose his mind with how hard it was making him. He could feel his pre cum leaking out down on to the bed.

He wanted to see your cunt make a mess on the bed too before he fucked you so good that you just added to it and had to wash your entire bedset.

He added two fingers to the mix and fucked them in and out of your pussy so fast that the sound of your arousal echoed louder than your moans. You were so wet and it sounded so filthy but he absorbed every sound, memorizing it so he could think about them on nights when you couldn't be with him. God, his cock was so hard it hurt.

His fingers pressed against your gspot as he continued working on your clit and your lower stomach was starting to heat up. You could feel your insides tightening as he continued and you knew it probably wouldn't be much longer before your orgasm hit. You didn't know if you'd be able to squirt but you knew it would be intense anyway.

"Your pussy is clenching me so tight." He groans, "Can't wait to feel you clench around my cock."

Your eyes roll back in your head and you arch off the bed. You're so, so, so, so close to an orgasm and you want nothing more than to cum. Your body felt like a string coming unraveled and you just needed a little more before you could finally let go.

He sensed it so he worked his tongue faster on your clit as his fingers pressed against your gspot over and over. You've squirted a couple times with previous partners but the build up had never felt so intense with them. Jeongin was making it so intense that you felt like you wouldn't be able to move afterwards. You really couldn't wait to cum because not only would it make you feel good, but he'd feel good about making you do it and you wanted that for him.

"I want you to squirt for me, sweetheart." He groaned, "Need this pussy to squirt all over my face so I can drink everything you give me."

Fucking filth mouth, you thought. It was such a turn on and only made your stomach tighten more.

Just a little bit more.

You were so fucking close.

With a few more jabs against your gspot and his mouth sucking your clit hard you arched off the bed with a cry of his name. You felt liquid shooting out of you, legs shaking hard. You lifted your head to see his mouth open as you continued squirting. He really was swallowing every drop.

The sight had your pussy throbbing so you reached down and rubbed your clit fast so you could squirt out as much as you could. He groaned but it sounded like a sob as he kept his mouth open. When you finally did stop squirting he licked up your wet cunt before sliding his tongue inside you to lick up everything.

You let your hand fall off your clit and tried to catch your breath as his movements slowed. He finally pulled away with a drenched face and crawled up over your body so he could kiss you. You kept his face pressed against yours so your tongues could move together. You weren't in a rush to do anything else today.

"You feeling okay?" He asks.

You smile at him, "That was amazing, baby. It's your turn now though. I'm going to suck your cock until you cum down my throat."

He fell off the bed trying to get in a better position and it made you laugh which broke away any lingering nerves. You sucked his cock with a fierceness that matched him and when he did cum down your throat you swallowed every drop.

He ended up filling your pussy less than an hour later.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Want So Bad

This was requested by @mamnaimiefrankie, and so I really hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin were hanging out. Upon getting some munchies, Jisung found some gummies that seemed to look appetizing enough. However, someone forgot to read a label...

Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)

Genre: Humor (I mean come on, Paboracha is involved, of COURSE there's gonna be humor), Smut (MDNI), fluff at the end

Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs, mention of cunnilingus, grinding, pet names, Switch! Jisung (man is whiny, needy, and begs a LOT), Switch! Reader, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, bunny fucking, scratching, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 4.1K

Saturdays were always something that Jisung looked forward to. Sure, he loved being with you, as you two had been together for almost 2 years now, but he also loved spending time with his friends. Specifically, Minho and Hyunjin. And every Saturday, while you worked your shift at the nearby bakery, Jisung would hang out with Minho and Hyunjin.

These hang outs could be anything from watching movies, to playing board games or video games, to having deep conversations about the stresses of work and being idols, to being on the floor laughing about literally anything. It was fun for them, and they always looked forward to it.

Today wasn't any different.

The three men decided to meet at Minho's house, as his girlfriend was gonna be gone for the day at work. That meant they had access to the Nintendo Switch. And that meant they could play Mario Kart. A game they all liked, but only one was good at.

"JISUNG, NO FAIR!" Hyunjin whined, watching as Shy Guy passed the finish line in first. Jisung could only laugh as he watched Hyunjin and Minho struggle through the computers they were playing against, constantly running into bananas or being hit by shells. "You really can't take it easy on us ONE time?!"

"Where's the fun in taking it easy when I can wipe the floor with both of you?" Jisung laughed, watching Minho finally pass the finish line in fourth with Tanuki Mario. Hyunjin finished soon after in seventh with Princess Peach, practically throwing his controller down on the sofa.

"I think you play this game too much." Minho said, crossing his arms. Jisung could only shrug, standing up and stretching as the final results played. Jisung got first in the Grand Prix, while Minho got 5th and Hyunjin got 8th. "Find another hobby."

"No can do, sorry." Jisung said, watching Minho roll his eyes.

"Whatever." Minho said, looking to Hyunjin. "Let's do a round with just you and I, Hyunjin."

"Okay. I'm down for that." And with that, Hyunjin and Minho started a two-player race. And as they did that, Jisung walked over to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. After all, he hadn't eaten much that day, and he knew that he should eat something. Otherwise, he'd get an earful from you.

And so, into the snack closet he went. He always knew Minho was stocked and really didn't care about what he ate from his stash, so long as it wasn't any of his girlfriend's food (which had all been labelled after the Changbin incident 3 years ago). And sure enough, when Jisung opened the door, the closet was filled.

Candies, chips, pretzels...you name the snack, it was in there. But the thing that caught Jisung's eye was the gummy hearts up on the top shelf. They didn't have Minho's girlfriend's sticker on them, which meant free grabs. And so, Jisung took a good handful from the bag, before closing the closet and going back to the couch.

"Jisung, how do you drift again?" Hyunjin called out. Jisung quickly threw some of the gummies into his mouth, chewing and swallowing as he sat back down onto the couch.

"It's the right trigger." Jisung said, watching Hyunjin do so. And then he spun out of control. Jisung laughed as Hyunjin freaked out.

"You liar!"

Finally, after a nice hang out with the boys, Jisung had said his goodbyes and made his way back to the apartment. He loved hanging out with them, but he also wanted to actually be home when you got home. He always felt bad that he'd return so late after you've gone to bed, and tonight he wanted to see you awake.

But...it was when he stepped inside of the apartment when he noticed how weird he felt.

The first thing he noticed was how hot it was. At first, he thought it was the apartment, which would've been weird since the both of you loved keeping the apartment cool for wearing hoodies. But when he went to the thermostat, it read 68°. Right where it always was.

And upon walking back to the living room, he noticed how fuzzy his head was. He wasn't dizzy, just...he couldn't focus on anything. His body felt like it was in the clouds, too. Not just his mind. That's when he noticed that it was him that was also feeling hot.

Okay...weird, but whatever. He could ride it out, and he'd be fine. Right? R-Right?

Well, that's when he noticed just how much his shirt was grazing his nipples. He...never noticed that before. Every movement caused the shirt to graze oh, so lightly against them, and it made Jisung's breath hitch. That wasn't the only thing. He felt like his pants were really tight. Really, really tight. And that never happened unless...

Oh...

He had a boner. A really, really bad boner. He could see it through his jeans, and he could never see his boners from his jeans before. And that made him concerned. Not to mention how much it just...hurt.

He was hot, sensitive, hard...he couldn't think straight... what the hell was going on with him?

His first thought wasn't about figuring this out, though. No, it was about getting his damn pants off. They were just too tight, his dick was so sensitive and hard that if he kept those jeans on any longer, he might cry. And so, he did exactly that. And the sight afterwards of the hard-on in his boxers?

Oh, it was just worse.

Jisung just groaned, leaning back against the sofa as he ran a hand through his hair, squirming. This was so bad, he needed to fix this issue before you got home, he'd die if you saw him this hard and horny. It would just be straight up embarrassing--

But all of his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

Fuck.

Jisung's head whipped around to the door, his face flushed as you walked into the apartment, setting your bag down. And the second you looked over at him in your outfit you decided to wear to work? Oh, it just made him whine. God, this was so embarrassing...He didn't even know what to say. Thankfully, you spoke up first, still not noticing the issue at hand here.

"Oh, you're home? I thought you were planning on staying over at Minho's for a lot longer." Just the sound of your sweet and smooth voice washed over Jisung, making his cock twitch. God, you sounded so heavenly, he just wanted to hear you moaning his name, screaming out from how good his cock felt when he--

Immediately, he got that thought out of his head.

"I-I just wanted to surprise you, my baby..." Fuck, why did he have to stutter? He never stuttered; you knew he never stuttered. And so, he winced as you walked over to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh? And you wanna tell me why you just stuttered?" You asked. You didn't sound mad, just curious. But Jisung didn't have to say anything to you, because it didn't take your eyes long to notice the large tent in his pants. And immediately, your eyes widened. "Oh, Jisung, what--"

"I-I don't know, okay? I've been feeling really, really weird and-and I don't know why, I just walked through the door and immediately I just got horny, and hot, and hard, and I don't know what to do or why I'm like this, and-"

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down." You said, kneeling down to look at him. Your eyes were so warm and comforting, they always felt like home to Jisung. It was nice, and always got him to calm down no matter what.

"Sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Do you want me to call Minho and see what's going on?" You offered. "Knowing him and Yejin, they'd know what's up with you."

"Ye-Yeah, okay..." Jisung said. It made sense. After all, he knew that Minho and Yejin were a freaky couple. They've tried everything under the sun, and had sex all the time. So if anyone would know, it'd be them.

And so, that's what you did. You dialed Minho's number, waiting for him to answer. And he picked up after the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Minho." You greeted, hearing his audible sigh on the other end of the line, as well as a moan.

"Okay, what did I do this time? And can it please hurry, I'm in the middle of something." Minho grumbled.

"I'm sure you can spare getting your dick wet for 5 seconds so you can tell me what's wrong with my significant other."

"What do you mean? Is he dying or something?"

"No, but he's hornier than a dog in heat."

"Well, that's probably because he thinks you're hot. Can I get back to going down on my girlfriend now--"

"No, because he doesn't get that horny when it's just me. He's literally panting and is non-stop squirming."

"Oh. OOOHHH--"

"What, oh?"

"Shit, I knew we didn't use that many!" Minho waited a second, getting a question from Yejin. You couldn't quite make it out, but you definitely heard the response. "Well duh, we literally just bought those gummies a few days ago!"

"The gummies? What gummies?" You asked.

"The gummies?" Jisung also asked, feeling his heart drop.

"Yeah, so, Yejin and I invested in some aphrodisiac gummies a few days ago. They look like hearts, kinda coated in some sugar, they're actually pretty damn good. But you shouldn't eat like, more than 5, I think."

"Did you eat heart shaped gummies covered in sugar?" You asked Jisung, watching him go pale at the question. And his lack of an answer gave you all of the information you needed to know. "Jisung!"

"I was hungry, okay! And they were in the snack closet, so I thought they were good!" Jisung whined.

"Why the hell would aphrodisiac gummies be kept in a fucking snack closet?!"

"I didn't know where else to put them, so I put them in the top of the shelf." And that resulted in Minho getting an earful from Yejin. You could only roll your eyes, hanging the call up.

"Okay, so you ate a few laced gummies that will make you horny. That's fine." You said, going back over to Jisung, giving him a small smile.

"I-I'm sorry, my baby, I-I should've read the packaging, I-"

"Jisung, it's fine. Really, it's not like we haven't fucked before, right?" You asked him, going to straddle his lap. Jisung immediately blushed, seeing you on top of him. It was a beautiful sight, one of his favorites. But in this situation?

"Wa-Wait, I don't know about this...I don't think I can control myself, baby." Jisung told you. "I-I don't wanna end up hurting you or anything..."

"Then let me be the one to help you, okay?" You told him, kissing his cheek. That's when you lowered yourself over his boxers, your shorts grazing against his boner deliciously. Jisung let out a pathetic moan, throwing his head back at the feeling. "Can I help you out, Sungie?"

"God...please, baby..." As Jisung spoke, he bucked his hips up against yours, moaning at the feeling of grinding up against you. And with that, you smiled, pulling him into a kiss.

The two of you grinded against each other as you made out, Jisung moaning out like he hadn't been touched in his life. The kiss you both shared was messy and sloppy, but Jisung loved it like that. And so did you. And his tongue immediately went to exploring your mouth, only making the kiss sloppier.

But before long, Jisung pulled away, getting louder. It was an indicator that he was getting close already. You immediately slowed down, watching his brow furrow and his jaw hang open. You knew that look. But when you heard the displeased whine of you slowing down, you were shocked.

"N-No, gunna--please, baby, lemme cum..." Jisung whined, looking up at you. God, his pouty lips, the way his eyes begged you for that sweet release...You couldn't help it.

"Fuck, baby..." You groaned, sliding off of Jisung. You immediately took your shirt off, as well as your bra before slipping his boxers down, seeing his angry cock spring up and slap his stomach, leaking precum.

You didn't even stop to admire him like you usually did, you immediately gripped him and put his tip into your mouth, sucking. You let your spit leak from the sides of your mouth, making it as wet as possible. And Jisung immediately wailed, bucking his hips up at the feeling.

"Hoooly fucking shit! Oh, please, just like that baby...I...I'm gonna fucking blow, oh my god! Keep--Keep going, please!" Jisung moaned out, closing his eyes and clenching his thighs. God, your mouth always felt so damn good to him, he could never get enough of it.

And sure enough, he came a few seconds later.

"Cu-Cumming! I'm cumming, oh...fuck, keep--keep me in, baby!" Jisung cried out, holding your head down on him. You did as told, staying put as he shot his seed into your mouth. And once you were sure he was finished, you slowly lifted up and off of him, swallowing his load. And that got a low groan out of him. "Holy shit, baby...you're so hot..."

You just giggled, moving back up to him and pecking his lips. Jisung could only whine though, still feeling weird. And you were quick to notice. Your eyes immediately grew concerned, looking down to see that he was still hard.

"How...what?" You questioned. His cock was practically inflating like a balloon, ready to go again within a few seconds. Your gaze went back to Jisung, who was already starting to softly whine again. "How many of those gummies did you eat?"

"I-I don't know, maybe like, 13?" Jisung guessed, making your eyes widen.

"Minho said that the recommended dosage was only 5..." You trailed, looking back down at Jisung's cock. Once again, it was leaking precum with an angry red tip. And once you heard Jisung whine again, you let out a huff. And upon seeing your determined face, Jisung immediately whined again, his cock twitching. He knew that look.

"Baby, y-you've done enough, you don't have to--"

"No, I do." You said, standing up. And once your gaze hit Jisung, that determined and frustrated glint in your eyes, he immediately whimpered. "Lay down."

"B-But I don't wanna lose it and hurt--"

"Lay. Down. And don't make me repeat myself, Jisung." You told him.

Your voice was stern, and God, Jisung loved when you got like this with him. When you took charge in the bedroom, it was the hottest thing. The way your face would get so determined, so confident...shit, Jisung could get a boner just thinking about it if he didn't already have one.

And so, Jisung did as told, going and laying down on the couch. As he did that, you pulled your shorts and panties down before walking back over to Jisung and straddling him again, bringing a hand up to your face and spitting in it before grabbing Jisung's dick and covering it. And then, you lined it up with your entrance while Jisung waited in anticipation.

And the feeling of you sinking down on his cock as slow as you were taking it make Jisung let out the filthiest, most scrumptious moan. And once he was fully sheathed, you rolled your hips, Jisung's jaw opening in a silent moan, his breath stopping. Before he knew it, you were bouncing on him, doing your best to get a nice pace for the both of you.

"Holy...baby, you-you're so tight, this is...I-I don't--this is too much!" Jisung whined, his hands going to your hips. Moans left the both of you as you rode him, your eyes focused on his, as well as where the two of you were connected. You were bound and determined to get him to cum again. You wanted him to feel relief.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Fuck, yes! Baby, please, more, can-can you move more?" Jisung looked up at you, panting as you tried your best to move quicker. However, there was the single inevitable fact both of you knew.

You weren't the best with riding Jisung.

Sure, Jisung loved when you were on top of him, and you loved it too. However, you could only bounce so fast before it felt like your legs were gonna give out. And so, when Jisung was in the right mindset, he'd brace you before fucking up into you, which always felt incredible. But that sadly wasn't the case.

"Ji, I can only move so-fuck...so much, baby...I can hit deeper, but--"

"Do that! Please, just give me anything, m'close!" Jisung whined. And so, that's what you did.

You slowed your pace by a lot, but you lifted yourself almost completely off of him before letting yourself drop back down on him, causing both of you to cry out. After a small grind on his hips, you repeated, doing the same thing, except going a little faster.

"Fuck, just like that, baby...holy-m'gonna cum! Keep going, don't-don't stop!" Jisung wailed, gripping your hips tightly. And so, you did exactly that, moaning out as you continued to lift yourself up and drop down. And before you knew it, Jisung let out a sob, slamming his hips up into you, causing you both to cum at the same time.

"Shit shit shit, Jisung!" You cried, your front collapsing a bit. You were able to catch yourself on his chest, feeling his hips jut up into you as you ground yourself down onto him. You were panting now, trying to collect yourself as Jisung tried to calm himself down as well.

But you missed the fact that Jisung's cock wasn't softening inside of you. And you also missed the dark, lustful glint in Jisung's eyes.

"Holy...wow, that was something-ELSE!" You squealed.

You didn't even have time to realize what had happened, as Jisung had managed to muster up the strength to pick you up and flip both of you around. Now he was on top of you, both of your legs on his shoulders as he practically folded you in half. His face was inches from yours, his mouth hanging open as he slipped inside of you again, somehow hitting deeper.

And the second he managed to just kiss your cervix, he began to thrust mercilessly into you. He fucked into you so fast, his mouth near your ear as panting moans left Jisung as you let out cries. Both of his elbows were on either side of your head, his hands cradling you and holding you close to him as he pounded you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you feel so fuckin' good, so tight and wet, I-I can't take it, baby...god, you're pussy's talkin' to me, I can hear it while you suck my cock back into you..." Jisung growled, before humming so lowly it practically shook your core. Every time his hips slammed into yours, his pitch would bump up for a second, before going back down. And that low hum was what got you to cum for a second time.

"Jisung, I'm cumming!" You cried out, gripping onto him. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung onto him for dear life. His pace never slowed as your body trembled, hell, he probably went faster at that.

"Hell yeah, you are...fuck, you're creamin' me, baby...god!" Jisung growled. He could feel your juices dripping onto his cock and down his leg as well as yours. And he could hear your cunt squelching. "Cum again--cream on my cock, make it messy...just how I like it, baby..."

And that's exactly what you did. You moaned out at his words, feeling your third orgasm rip through your soul. If there was anything that was gonna do you in, it was the combination of Jisung practically fucking into you like a rabbit, his hips unfaltering, and his fucking voice.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me..." Jisung growled into your ear. Of course, he continued his merciless pace. And due to you having gone through your third orgasm, you were sent right into overstimulation, meaning it wouldn't take you long to hit your fourth.

"J-Jisung, I-I can't...s'too much, I can't--"

"You can, baby...do it for me, you're takin' me so well, just a bit longer..." Jisung wasn't gonna take no for an answer. To make things even worse (not really), he quickly brought his hand up to his face, licked his fingers, and slipped it in between your bodies, only to start rubbing tight circles around your clit, which sent you reeling. You practically let out a sob, scratching Jisung's back harshly.

"JISUNG!" And without any warning, your fourth orgasm shot through you, making you wail. Feeling you hit your fourth orgasm is also what did Jisung in.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby...m'gonna fill you so much, m'gonna stuff you so full..." Jisung mumbled, his rhythm getting sloppier. You just wailed, just getting over that fourth orgasm, feeling that fifth one approaching quickly. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

And with that, Jisung slammed his hips into you one last time, painting your walls white with his seed as you also hit your last orgasm of the night, your entire body shaking viciously from it. You felt like you had practically ascended, seeing god for the nth time.

Jisung slowly pulled out after that, finally feeling satisfied after that, and went to grab the cum towel you both kept in the bedroom. As he left, you continued to tremble, feeling aftershocks from your orgasms. And once Jisung came back, already cleaned up and in sweatpants, he immediately went over to you, kneeling next to your head and peppered your face in kisses.

"Good job, baby...you took me like a champ, you did so well, my baby..." Jisung said gently. His small kisses didn't stop once, making sure that you actually came down from your high before cleaning you up. And once you did, you let out a small giggle, letting Jisung know that you were back. "There she is..."

"Stop it, it's not like I blacked out." You said. Jisung pecked your lips, caressing your face for a second, just admiring you and your features.

"I know, but you definitely weren't here." Jisung told you, going over and wiping you down. He was nice and gentle, making sure he didn't accidentally make you uncomfortable.

"I scratched you, didn't I?" You asked, giving him a slightly concerned look as he continued to clean you up.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it." Jisung told you, giving you a smile as he kissed your thigh.

"You sure?"

"Mhm. Trust me, it didn't hurt, and if they stay, then it means that I get to show off how good I can make my baby feel, right?" Jisung asked, making you blush. Of course he'd wear those scratch marks around like a trophy. He'd do that with any marks you left on his body.

"Do you have to put it like that?"

"Of course I do!" And with that, he got back to work. Once you were clean, he left once more to put the towel away.

When he came back again, he had a pair of clean clothes for you. Kind of. It was a shirt of his that would be way too big (not that either of you minded) and a pair of panties.

He sat you up, kissing your cheek three more times before sliding his shirt over your head. And then, he slipped the pair of panties on your legs, getting them as high as possible before stopping and setting your arms around his neck.

"Alright, and... up!" Jisung said, standing up. Since your arms were around him, you stood up too, and he quickly slid the panties the rest of the way up. And finally, once you were fully dressed, he readjusted the two of you slightly before picking you up, making you squeal.

"Jisung!" You held onto him tightly as Jisung walked you to the bedroom, laughing at your reaction.

"What? I'm just taking care of my baby." Jisung told you, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.

"But I can walk myself!"

"See, you say that, but we both know you're legs are gonna be the equivalent of Jello."

"Jisung!"

"You know I'm right!"

And with that, he gently set you on the bed, getting you underneath the covers. And after he quickly turned off the lights, he went to join you, pulling you close to him and holding you in his arms. Every here and there, he'd place gentle kisses on your head, admiring you with him. Neither of you could stop smiling either, just enjoying everything in this moment.

"I really love you; you know that. Right?" Jisung finally said, watching you nod.

"Mhm." You replied, tilting your head up before kissing his lips gently.

"And I love you."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Hometown

Pairing: au Han jisung x fem reader // friends to lovers back to friends and then lovers.

Synopsis: Jisung moves back to his small hometown to find that you’ve just moved back too. But what happens when he finds out you have a kid and he’s the father?

Word Count: 7.8k

A/n: the idea for this story came to when listening to this Taylor Swift song while I was driving the other day.

I put a lot of thought and care into this story, but i couldn’t convey it as in depth as I wanted. I would have loved to have made this a 60k word story but I just don’t have it in me. I hope you enjoy this story nonetheless, and can see where I was trying to go with it.

NSFVV // MDNI CW under the cut

CW: unprotected p in v sex, accidental cumming inside, fingering, fantasising, emotional hurt, comfort, mention of paternity tests, mention of oral sex, happy ending.

Jisung felt a tug in his chest whenever he came back to his hometown. The place reminded him of you. His childhood best friend. The person whom he shared all his secrets with from being scared of the dark and the nightmares it caused him when he was six, to when he had his first wet dream as a teenager.

You both were each other’s first kiss too. A sloppy, messy attempt behind the boat shed, so that you wouldn’t be the last kids in the year to not have kissed a boy or girl. He later found out most of the kids had been lying about having kissed anyone.

You were each other’s date to your graduation dinner, both of your mums fussing and taking photos, giggling about how you would grow up and get married.

Well that didn’t happen.

You did have one night of intimacy though, before Jisung moved away for work and you stayed in your small town. Well he thought you’d stayed. The first time he came back, eager to see you and catch up, you weren’t there. You’d moved to the city. It wasn’t the same without you. He’d always find himself looking out for you everywhere he went. Just in case. The grocery store. The little cafe. The fucking library even.

But you weren’t there. You were never there.

This was how it felt for Jisung for four years whenever he returned to his hometown.

And here he was again. For the fifth year in a row. But this time he wasn’t just visiting. He was moving back for good to start his own Physiotherapy clinic and to be closer to his family.

The first thing he did was drop his bags off at his parent’s house and go for a walk by the lake to stretch his legs from the long drive.

This place still reminded him of you. He missed you. As he walked along the shoreline he let his imagination take hold. In his mind you were walking beside him hand in hand. You’d throw stones into the lake and laugh about life.

He plopped down on a patch of grass and thought about what he always thought about when he was here.

That night you made love.

The softness of your body. The warmth radiating from you when he kissed your skin. The way you tasted when he went down on you. The pretty sounds you’d made as he fucked you slow and deep. He’d felt like he was drowning and he didn’t want to be saved. Fuck. He’d even said he loved you.

Jisung ran his hands through his hair. Alright Jisung. You gotta get over her. He told himself.

He walked up to the town center to grab a burger from the town’s “famous” burger shop. It was the only burger shop and Jisung was pretty sure it wasn’t famous. But the food tasted good. He placed his order, paid with his card, and was about to turn around and take a seat.

That’s when he heard it.

“Ji?”

He knew that voice. But no. It couldn’t be. Could it?

He slowly turned around. You. Beautiful with a big beaming smile.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s heart skipped a beat. “What are doing here? Are you visiting?”

You shook your head, grinning. “No… no. I’ve moved back here.”

“Really? Me to-”

“Mummy Mummy.” A little girl about four or five years old ran up and pulled on your hand and looked up at Jisung with big round eyes.

His heart stopped beating.

You bit your lip. “So…This is my daughter, Livi.” you said, nervousness creeping into your voice.

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Jisung was like he was in a trance, sitting frozen in his seat as he watched you and your daughter across the table. He’d barely touched his burger and coffee, his appetite gone. You had a kid. A million questions ran through his brain simultaneously. The loudest one being, was this his little girl? Followed quickly by, why didn’t you tell him?

“Liv, sweetheart, you’re covered in sauce.” you said as you wiped her little chin with a napkin. The girl grinned at Jisung like it was the funniest thing in the world to fluster you, then on her next bite of her mini burger, smeared sauce all over her chin again. Jisung gave a silent chuckle to himself, thinking of how full your hands must be. “Oh, Liv.” you sighed, giving up on trying to keep her face clean.

Eventually, your attention turned to Jisung, and he tore his eyes from the child to meet yours. Fuck. He wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever you were about to say. Either this little girl was his, or she was someone else’s. Jisung wasn’t even sure which option he wanted to hear either. The thought of you keeping something this big from him upset him. But the thought of you being in love with another man and having a family with him, well, that made him jealous.

“Ji,” No one could say his name the way you did. He tried hard not to show you how it still affected him, even after all this time. “I suppose you have a lot of questions?” you said softly.

Jisung remained silent. Of course he had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to begin and he couldn’t seem to make his voice work. He sighed heavily and nodded.

“Well,” you started nervously. “I guess I’ll start with the obvious then. So… Livi…well… you see…” you hesitated.

But Jisung knew. He knew what you were going to say just from the way you took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling as though you were trying to gather all your courage. He knew by how you were wringing your hands together on the table, and the way you swallowed a lump in your throat. He had always known when you were scared to say something. You’d just never been scared to talk to him before.

“She’s mine isn’t she?” he said. He said it so you didn’t have to.

Your eyes darted to his “Yes, Ji.” you eventually whispered. “She is.” Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you fought them back.

Jisung nodded slowly in understanding, but said nothing, playing with the coffee cup in his hand.

“Ji, please don’t be angry.” you plead. “I have so much to exp-”

“Holy shit! Jisung…y/n!” a loud voice bellowed across the cafe. It was Binnie, one of you mutual childhood friends. “What the flying fu-” his voice trailed off as he approached your table and saw the little girl sitting next to you.

“Wow.” he said, taking in the three of you. “Channie, look who’s here!” he called out to another childhood friend who was putting in an order at the counter. Chan turned around, his face lighting up when he saw both Jisung and you at the table. He quickly made his order and came to sit down next to Binnie at your table. “The gang's back together.” Binnie announced boisterously.

Great. This was the last thing Jisung needed. He had just been told the most life altering news of his life and now he had to socialise? Panic brewed in his chest. He was a father. A father to a preschool kid. He needed time to process this, not have a catch up with friends.

“The whole gang, plus… a mini y/n.” Chan nodded to your daughter, waving at the little girl. “So cute. What’s your name, princess?” He asked.

“Livi.” She replied proudly, and smiled a gummy little smile and looked back at Chan with wide brown eyes. For a second Jisung thought he saw a flicker of realisation cross his friend’s face, but it was gone in an instant.

He watched as you made small talk with your friends. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to be alone to think, and probably cry, but he didn’t want to just get up and leave. So he sat quietly, nodding when he needed to, making it look like he was listening.

Jisung’s gaze kept landing on Livi, and his mind went back to that night. The only night that you and Jisung had slept together. He remembered it vividly. He remembered pulling out and cumming all over your stomach.

But he also remembered he might not have been quick enough. He obviously wasn’t quick enough. You’d felt so good around him he wanted it to last forever. He hadn’t told you he thought he might have spilled the smallest amount inside you. He thought it would have been okay. He was certain you would have told him if you had fallen pregnant from that night. That you’d work through it together.

It was now evident that you hadn’t told him you’d gotten pregnant, and also, that you hadn’t wanted to work through it together either. It hurt.

“I have to go.” Jisung announced all of a sudden, standing up abruptly and bumping the table. All eyes turned to him, including Livi’s. “I said I’d help my Dad with something.” he lied, feeling like everyone could see right through him.

“Okay, man. Catch up for a beer later?” Chan asked, standing to take him in a hug. “If you wanna talk, yeah?” he whispered so only Jisung could hear.

“Talk to you later, Ji?” you asked with hopeful eyes.

“Um, yeah. Of course.” he said quickly and hurried out of the cafe.

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Jisung found himself sitting by the lake again, his thoughts racing. He’d walked around the entire town for the past two hours and ended up back here. The place he always ended up.

He’d fucking made a baby with you? Why hadn’t you told him? He couldn’t get his head around it. He felt so angry, hurt, confused. He’d never felt anger towards you and he hated it. He shook his head. He had so many questions, and no answers. Except the kid was his. He closed his eyes, wondering what on earth he was going to do..

“Thought you’d be here, buddy.” Jisung opened his eyes to find Chan approaching, and plopping down beside him on the grass. He offered a can of beer to Jisung.

“You know we’re not meant to drink in public places, right?” Jisung grumbled taking the drink.

“Since when has anyone ever cared?” Chan replied, popping his own can open and taking a sip. “Anyway, you look like you need it.”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “You don’t say?” He took a long drink of his beer and looked out over the water.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” Jisung snapped.

“I dunno, maybe about y/n being moving back to town, or that you have a kid?” Chan shrugged.

“She told you?” Jisung turned to Chan, bewildered.

Chan shook his head. “No, man. It was just…obvious.”

“Fuck.” Jisung grumbled and took another swig of beer.

The two friends sat in silence for a long while. Chan didn’t push for Jisung to talk about it, and Jisung was grateful. He couldn’t find his words even if he wanted to talk. He felt like he was going to explode with emotions, and at the same time his body felt completely numb. Was this what shock felt like?

The sun was low in the sky and the air had become cooler. Jisung pulled his jacket tight around him. This was not how he’d expected his first day back to be like.

He sighed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them he started to sob. “Why didn’t she tell me?” He cried looking to Chan. “Why would she keep this from me?”

He completely broke down then, crying loud and uncontrollably. He leaned against Chan who wrapped his arm around him and stroked his back.

“I know. I know.” His friend soothed.

“I’m a fucking father! I don’t even know what that means, or what I am supposed to do… or how I’m meant to feel. It’s so sudden.” He wailed.

“Listen, Ji. I think we should get you home. It’s cold and late, and maybe in the morning when your head’s clearer you can think about all of this. It’s pretty big news, it’s probably gonna take time.”

Chan drove Jisung home in silence, and when he pulled up outside his house Jisung turned to him. “She still makes my heart race.” he whispered. “Even with this… I don’t know what you’d call it, betrayal? Lie? She still gets to me.”

Chan looked at his friend empathetically. “Go inside, mate. Get some rest. Call me if you need me, yeah?” Chan squeezed Jisung’s shoulder reassuringly, before Jisung got out of the car and headed into his childhood home.

Jisung couldn’t sleep. Images of you and Livi at the cafe ran through his mind on repeat. Your smile when he’d first turned around. Your scared expression when you wanted to tell him she was his. The cheeky grin on the kid’s face when you tried to wipe her chin.

He tossed and turned in his bed. The same bed you and him made her in.

———————

Jisung tried to avoid you at all costs while he got his thoughts in order. He knew it was cruel to avoid you, but he just couldn’t face the situation. Not yet anyway.

He told his parents, looking for guidance. But in the course of a two hour deep and meaningful with them, their comments ranged from “I thought we taught you about protection, son” and “the pull out method doesn’t work,” to “we’d always thought you’d make a cute kid.”

None of these remarks were particularly helpful, but they didn’t have a bad word to say about you, and they weren’t disappointed in him. They really believed the two of you could work something out, and he was pretty sure they were secretly excited about being grandparents.

Three days had passed since you’d told him about Livi, and although he still wasn’t ready to talk, he knew he had to say something to you soon otherwise he’d look like a coward. He felt like a coward. He knew where you lived. Your parents house two streets away, you used to walk to school together. But he just couldn't physically take himself over there. He didn't know what to say. He was anxious about seeing your parents. He was nervous about seeing Livi again. Most of all he was terrified of hearing what your reasons were from hiding this from him.

He was scared.

Yep. He was a coward.

———-

A week later, Jisung stood in front of his almost ready to be opened Physiotherapy clinic, and admired the new signage on the front window. He’d secured the lease for the premises before he moved back, and had even organised the fit out-out to be complete beforehand as well. He’d spent the past week hiding inside painting the walls and getting his equipment ready. If he was busy in there, he wouldn’t run into you.

Happy with how his sign looked, Jisung unlocked the front door and slipped inside. The front area was to be the waiting area for clients and reception desk, and a doorway led from the reception area to the main studio. The studio was a large space where he’d set up a treadmill, exercise bike and smaller equipment like hand weights and bosu balls. To the right was a private room for appointments with clients.

He felt proud of his new set up and he couldn’t wait to officially open his doors. He’d even had some home visits this week, although they were his parent’s friends. But still, a client was a client, and that made him happy.

He settled into his chair at the reception desk to check his schedule for the next few days, and then he was going to try and set up the new accounting software he’d been avoiding almost as much as he’d been avoiding you. While he was waiting for the extra slow internet to connect his eyes wandered absentmindedly to the big window that looked out onto the main street of town.

It was a sunny autumn day, the temperature perfect for short sleeves and pants. He enjoyed this time of year with the days warm, and the nights cool. His guilty pleasure was to snuggle in his blanket and beanie and watch anime.

There were quite a number of people going about their day, but no one was in a hurry. Not like in the city, where everyone was in a rush.

Here, people were chatting on the footpath, others were casually doing their laundry at the laundromat while they sat out the front reading a book. The old ice cream shop was busy as usual. It'd been there for as long as Jisung could remember. He and you used to take your little bag of coins down to buy your favourite ice creams after school. The row of ice cream flavours were the perfect height for kids to squish their faces against the glass and say “that one please!”, and then have to reach up so high to pay over the counter.

The signage and colour scheme hadn’t been updated in a thousand years, and the paint was peeling and the store name faded. He wondered if the same family owned the place.

Then he saw you coming out of the door, little Livi in tow. Jisung’s heart jumped out of his chest, and he slid lower in his chair even though you wouldn’t be able to see him through the tinted glass window. He still hadn’t spoken to you.

You were dressed in tight jeans, a plain green top with your long hair in a messy bun. You always looked beautiful even when you weren’t trying. That familiar feeling stirred inside of him. It was a feeling of yearning and heartache. Even though he’d felt it often over the years, it was a feeling he’d never got used to.

His gaze moved down to Livi. She was adorable. Her long dark hair was in two braids, and she had the cutest round cheeks. Her big Bambi-like eyes were fixed on the ice cream cone in her tiny hands. She looked so excited, going in for a bite and… splat! The entire ice cream fell off its cone onto her pink top. Her little face fell and she began to cry as though the world had ended.

Jisung didn’t think, he just acted. He was out of the clinic and across the street in a heartbeat.

“Juice-suuunnn!” Livi wailed when he approached. He was surprised she recognised him. “I lost my ice cream!” Startled, you turned to see Jisung kneeling beside you, ready to help.

“It’s okay, angel. Juice-sun’s” was that what she’d called him? “here to help.” He turned to you. “I’ve got a spare shirt over the road, if you want to change her?” He nodded his head towards his clinic.

“Thank you, but it’s fine, Ji. We can just go home and get changed. It’s no big deal. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You assured, trying to peel chunks of ice cream off her top.

“But you said we could go to the park!” Livi protested, and you looked at your daughter apologetically.

“It’s really okay.” Jisung said softly. “She should go to the park.”

“Yes, Mummy please! I’m okay to wear Juice-sun’s shirt! I just want to play and eat ice cream.” She blinked her eyes at you and then at Jisung. God that was cute.

He gave her a wink and you rolled your eyes. “Joining forces, I see.” She playfully patted Livi’s head.

Jisung ushered you and Livi across the road and into the clinic, and pulled out the clean tee shirt he was going to wear later for a workout. “If you just want to change her in the side room there.” He directed you to the private appointment room. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jisung ran back across the street, ordered a new chocolate ice cream, apparently the place was still family owned, and returned to the clinic to find you and Livi waiting in the studio. You were sitting on a chair in the corner, and Livi had found a ball and was throwing it up in the air and trying to catch it. His tee shirt fit her like a giant dress, or more accurately, a tent.

“I hope you like chocolate flavour?” He announced with a big smile. “I know it’s my favourite.” He chuckled.

“Juice-Sun!” Her face lit up when she saw him with a fresh ice cream. She ran up to him, the ball instantly abandoned, and carefully took it from him with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration.

“Juice-sun?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, she’s insisting that’s how you pronounce your name.” you blushed, trying to hide a giggle.

“What about just Ji? That’s what you call me?” He said, sitting on a chair next to you.

“I tried, but she says she likes Juice-sun because it’s like juice and she likes apple juice. Can’t argue with a four year old.” You shrugged.

“I guess not.” He smiled. You both laughed.

“Thank you, Ji.” you said sincerely, giving him a small smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” He shrugged. You nodded and looked at the floor.

“So?”

“So?” You both said at the same time.

This was awkward. Really fucking awkward.

“Can we go play at the park now, Mummy?” Livi asked, and Jisung was grateful for the interruption.

“Maybe eat your ice cream first. If that’s okay with you?” You turned to Jisung.

Jisung nodded. “Of course.”

Livi went and plonked herself on a foam mat on the floor, still holding her ice cream extra carefully. “Juice-sun. Come sit with meee.” She called.

Jisung was taken back by the child’s eagerness to make friends with him, especially since she’d only met him once. But he wandered over and sat himself cross legged next to her on the mat and smiled down a the kid.

“This is a really good set up you’ve got here.” you said looking around the studio. “When is the official opening? I saw on the front window it’s soon.”

“Next week. I’ve started seeing clients on home visits, so technically I’m in business already. That’s if my Mum’s friend from trivia night counts as a client?” he snorted.

“I’d take it as a client. I’m so proud of you.” You said sincerely, and Jisung felt himself blush at the compliment.

“Oh shit, Ji.. “ your hands came up to your mouth horrified. “I.. I’m not asking all this to know about your finances. You know I’m not after money, right?”

“I know. Don’t worry.” he cut you off, and he could see by the way you were biting your lip that you were silently berating yourself. He knew you so well, yet he felt like he knew nothing.

“I’m full.” Livi held the half eaten cone in Jisung’s face.

“Livi, honey. I’m not sure Jisung wants your leftovers. God, I’m so sorry.” You coverered your face in embarrassment.

Jisung chuckled. “It’s really fine. I love chocolate ice cream.” He took it from her sticky little fingers, and bit into it. “Mmm. Yum!” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Juice-Sun?” She asked, standing up and delicately pushing his fluffy hair out of his eyes and staring at him. Her small hand lingered in his hair while she gazed at him.

Jisung was frozen in place as he looked into the eyes of his daughter. His daughter. He was starstruck, captivated by her cute little features, and the way she was so comfortable talking to him, touching him, stirred something inside of him. She was absolutely perfect. He’d made her. He’d never made anything so precious in his entire life. He made her with you, his favourite person in the world.

“Do you know what Mummy’s favourite flavour is?” She whispered like she was about to share a secret.

“Yes I do.” He whispered back. It’s raspberry.”

Livi looked at Jisung like he was a magician. “How’d you know?” She gushed, amazed.

“Well, your Mum and I have known each other since we were as little as you.” His eyes met yours. “And we used to go to the ice cream shop a lot.” he added, keeping his gaze on you.

He could tell you were remembering it. Remembering your childhood together. The ‘inseparable pair’ as some people called you. But there was more than just nostalgia in your expression. There was sadness too. He could see it. You were hurting. He could feel it.

It was time to talk.

——————

The three of you walked to the park with Livi walking in the middle, holding onto both yours and Jisung’s hands. He had felt rather privileged when she grabbed onto him like she’d known him forever, and he held her tiny hand in his as they made their way down the footpath. Several people gave them curious looks as they passed. More fuel for the gossipers. But Jisung didn’t care.

There were already rumours about you and your daughter spreading around town. Specifically, whispers about how she was the “love child” of you and Jisung. Apparently, everyone could see the resemblance. Jisung was getting odd looks when he was in the grocery store the other day, but no one actually asked him if any of the stories were true.

The park was only a minute walk from Jisung’s clinic, and it wasn’t long before Livi was running over to the play equipment and you and Jisung found a park bench to supervise her from.

“She’s a cute kid.” He said, breaking the silence.

“She is.” You replied.

Jisung sighed. “Almost five years, y/n. Why didn't you tell me? In all this time, why haven’t you said anything?” Jisung’s voice cracked and a tear slipped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He swiped it away, hoping he could hold himself together.

“I didn’t know you were her father.” you said in a quiet voice. Jisung looked at you confused. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. How could you not know he was the father and then all of a sudden know that he was?

“I didn’t know. I promise.” you took in a deep breath. “Look, Ji. Just before you left I got a job offer interstate. I moved away the same week as you. I…I met someone there. Like really quickly.” you sighed and continued. “It all happened so fast, and I wanted to… to try and move on from you.” you looked up at Jisung. “I found out I was pregnant not long after meeting him.”

“Didn’t it occur to you she could’ve been mine?” Jisung asked, surprised at how much hurt was evident in his voice.

“You pulled out when we were… and he didn’t so…” you shrugged like it was an obvious conclusion.

Guilt and regret seeped through Jisung’s veins. He should have told you he hadn’t pulled out quick enough. He cleared his throat, pushing those thoughts aside. Coward, he thought to himself.

“So why all of a sudden are you saying she’s mine. How do you know? What changed?” It wasn’t an accusation, he was genuinely perplexed, bewildered even.

“When I told him I was pregnant, he stayed by my side. We made it work, sort of. I thought he loved me but…he kept having affairs.” You hung your head and Jisung felt anger flair inside his body. How could someone hurt you like that? “Earlier this year he told me he was leaving me for someone else.” you sniffled.

Jisung cautiously moved closer to your side and put his arm around your shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” he soothed. He was absolutely livid at this guy. He wanted to punch him in the face, hurt him. Then wrap you up and look after you. He wished he could’ve been there for you.

“I said something about child support, and he scoffed and told me he wanted to do a paternity test, because ‘fucked if I’m paying for someone else’s kid’.

“I laughed in his face. I was certain she was his, but part of me hoped that somehow she wasn’t. An asshole like that doesn’t deserve to be Livi’s dad. Anyway, the paternity test came back negative, which means he isn’t her father. You’re the only other person I’d slept with, Ji.”

You looked at him and waited. A heavy silence hung in the air as Jisung tried to figure out what to say.

“I shot a bit of cum in you.” He blurted out. Fuck, why’d he say it like that? “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when it happened. I thought… I hoped, I was quick enough.” he gulped and sucked his lip.

“I’m glad it happened.” you whispered. Your eyes locked. Jisung couldn’t breath. “We wouldn’t have Liv. I was so relieved to find out she’s yours.” you pulled your eyes away from him to watch Livi playing in the sandpit, while your fingers fiddled with the hem of your top.

“I moved back here as soon as I could to be with Mum and Dad, you know, ‘cos it ‘takes a village’ and all. I didn’t know you’d be back here as well. I’d planned to get in touch with you once we’d settled in. But you were already here.” You laughed dryly.

“Don’t you hate me for not telling you?” Jisung pressed, his brain was still stuck at his admission about cumming inside you.

You looked up at him again. “What? That you’re pull-out game’s shit?” you teased, your face softening into a warm smile. Not a hint of anger laced your voice. “Look. Jisung. If you had told me, I’m not sure what I would’ve done. I’m not sure what you’d have done? You were moving away.”

“But If I had told you. Things might’ve been different.” He said solemnly. You might have found him sooner and not have to have been with a cunt for a boyfriend for four years. He might’ve known his daughter, sooner.

You took his hand in yours. “There’s no point thinking about what if’s. The past is the past. I don’t want you to regret anything. I’m not expecting anything from you. I’m just glad she’s ‘part’ you. You’re the best person I have ever known, Jisung, and I want her to grow up as kind as you. But,” you choked. “If you ever do want to be part of her life, I think she’d like that very much. I’d like that very much.”

Jisung’s heart melted. Now that he understood the whole picture, how could he really be angry at you? Neither of you knew he was Livi’s father. But there was still hurt, and sadness. He’d missed so much of her life.

“Juice-sun! Come play on the slide.” Livi ran up to Jisung, breaking his thoughts and tugging on his arm to pull him towards the playground.

The three of you played on the equipment the rest of the afternoon. The slide was by far Livi’s favourite, followed by him holding her up on the flying fox. Jisung tried to let go of the thoughts that kept creeping into his mind. He could deal with them later. For now he wanted to simply be in the present moment and give all of his attention to you both.

Afterwards, he walked you home to your parents. It felt like old times walking you home. When he said goodbye he felt the urge to hold you in a hug, but he wasn’t sure If that was appropriate. So he didn’t. He just stood there awkwardly.

You both looked at each other for a long minute, before Livi threw her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“Do you want to thank Jisung for your ice cream?” You prompted her.

“Thank you Juice-Sun!” She smiled brightly and ran inside the house.

Jisung rubbed his hands nervously on his pants. “Y/n, I’m sorry I completely ghosted you this past week. I was in shock. I needed to get my head around…everything. But I should’ve spoken to you. It was fucking rude of me.” He hung his head.

“It’s okay. I understand. It was huge news.” You said with understanding. You were always so understanding.

“Well… um…maybe we could hang out again?” He scratched his head nervously and looked up at you sheepishly. Fuck, why was he feeling so flustered?

“I’d really like that.” You said softly.

“You would?” His head snapped up. “What about tomorrow afternoon?” He said eagerly.

The corner of your mouth lifted and then turned into a proper smile. “Tomorrow would be great.”

————-

Over the following month or so, Jisung’s business was in full swing. It was incredible how many people needed a phsyio. His client’s were mostly teenagers and people with sporting injuries, with some people making an appointment merely to see if he’d spill the tea about his and your relationship status. It was an expensive way for them to find out that you were just friends.

Jisung found himself spending more and more time with you and Livi. Most of the time it was buying ice creams and playing at the park, but sometimes it was having dinner at either of your parent’s houses. Jisung’s parents loved getting to know their grandchild, doting on her and spoiling her. They even tried to send you and Jisung out on a date, even though you were just friends, so they can do the whole ‘minding the grandkid’ thing.

The more time Jisung spent with Livi, the more he wanted to have a role in her life. If she ever wanted to call him ‘daddy’ at some point, he’d be over the moon. The thought of her running up to him calling out “daddy, daddy!” made him feel gooey inside. But he wasn’t going to push that. He’d let her move at her own pace, plus he was quite content with ‘Juice-sun’ for now. Even that made him feel gooey inside.

He was absolutely smitten, and everyone could tell.

He’d started printing out photos he’d taken of her doing random things that four year olds did. He bought little frames to put them in and sat them on his desk at work and bedside table, alongside a few photos you’d given him of Livi when she was smaller.

Although it pained him that he missed out on her early years, he told himself that it’s what he does moving forward that counts. He promised himself he’d be the best father he could be, and that he would always be there for her.

Things were falling into a comfortable place with you again too. You’d both caught each other up on the past few years about your time living in the big city, and how country town life felt so much better. You’d pop over to each other’s houses and watch your favourite kids movies with Livi sitting between the two of you, like a little family. You’d laugh and joke and reminisce. It felt good. You’d even started hugging him goodbye at the end of the day.

But he found himself wanting more. He still wanted you. It had always been you. He thought about all those times he’d been back here hoping you'd be in town, playing out a thousand scenarios of what might’ve happened if you had been here. Most of them were of him ending up making love to you in his childhood bed. None of them were you turning up with a kid and telling him he was a father.

But for some reason he wouldn’t trade this with any of the scenarios he’d made up in his imagination. Even if it meant he couldn’t tell you how he felt about you. You’d come back into his life, hopefully permanently, and things were really good between you. He couldn’t risk fucking this up talking about love, or pressuring you into something you might not be ready for, or even want.

He’d think about you though. In his bed. Sometimes he’d imagine obscene things. Like if you were watching a movie with him in his family’s living room and you would climb on top of him in a little skirt. He’d pull your underwear to the side and you’d sink down onto his cock and ride him until you screamed his name and made a mess all over him.

Or he’d take you against his bedroom door. Holding you up against it, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you until your legs shook.

Most of the time, though, he’d think about laying you down on his bed and kissing your neck while he slowly undressed you. He’d worship you. He’d give every inch of your body attention. He’d say your name over and over like a mantra, and then he’d squeeze inside your warmth and fuck so slowly you begged him to either stop or go faster.

No matter the scenario, it always ended with him cumming in his hand and your name on his lips.

Gradually, you and Jisung started to spend time together without Livi, and Jisung noticed you were becoming more and more comfortable with being physically close to him. The hugs were becoming more frequent, you lingered more when saying goodbye, and when Jisung sat closer to you on the couch during a ‘grown up movie night’, you leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder. He’d grown hard in his pants and he’d hoped you hadn’t noticed. He swore he saw your eyes linger on his lips too sometimes, and when he asked you to go on a stargazing picnic and you said yes, a glimmer of hope swirled around in his stomach.

————-

“Do you wanna know what the coolest thing about the moon is?” Jisung asked, looking up at the night sky.

You were both in the back of his Dad’s utility truck laying on a stack of exercise mats from the physio clinic. It was Spring now, and the nights were starting to be less cold, but it was still cool enough to need sweatpants, hoodies and a nest of blankets to keep snug.

You were laying next to him, snuggled under a blanket.

“What was that, Ji?” you hummed.

“Do you know what the coolest thing about the moon is?” He repeated.

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know.”

“That you hung it.” He whispered.

“Oh Ji!” You squealed and nudged his arm. “That was-”

“The corniest shit you’ve ever heard?” Jisung laughed but inside he was dying from cringe and his cheeks burned.

“I was going to say romantic, but corny works too.” You laughed.

He turned to look at you and found you gazing at him.

“Romantic? Huh?” He looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. In your own unique way.” You turned back to look at the sky and Jisung felt your fingers brush against his under the blanket. Bravely, Jisung threaded his fingers through yours. He was sure you could hear his heart beating. You sighed and nestled yourself against his side.

“Baby—” Fuck. “I mean, y/n. Sorry. Shit.” He hadn’t called you baby in years.

“It’s okay, Ji.” You soothed.

“Yeah?” He choked.

“Yeah.” You whispered.

He rolled onto his side propping himself up on his forearm and gazed down at you. You didn’t move. You just looked back up at him. You really did hang the moon.

“Say this is okay.” He whispered.

“That what’s okay, ji?” You purred.

“This.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. He started so very slowly, and when he felt you melt into the kiss, he teased your lips with his tongue, seeking permission to deepen the kiss further. Your tongues danced together tenderly. The way your lips felt against his own, sent a rush of desire through his body. He brought his hand from your cheek to hold your waist and press his hardness against your leg. He wanted you to feel how much he burned for you. How badly he needed you.

You whimpered when you felt his erection and hooked your leg around him to bring his leg between yours, and you wrapped your arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

His hand snuck under your hoodie and shirt. Your skin was so soft and warm to the touch. “Is this still okay, baby.” He said with a raspy tone.

You answered with a grinding of your core against his leg, and a cute little whimper.

“You need to tell me what I’m allowed to do.”

You took his hand that was on your waist and pushed it to your waistband and hooked his fingers on it. “Absolutely anything you want.” You whispered. “I’m yours, Ji.”

“I wanna make love to you. Be inside you. But…”

“I’m on birth control.” You stated. “You know, just in case something happened… between us. So we don’t have an accident.”

Jisung pulled away and looked deep in your eyes. “I hope you know that I’ve never considered Livi to be an accident.” He said sincerely. “A Surprise? Yes.” He grinned “But never an accident.”

You beamed up at him in the way that always tugged on his heart. “I’m glad, because she’s the best thing we ever did together.”

“She is.” He agreed.

Jisung slowly peeled off your sweatpants and underwear and pulled the blanket up around you both as he began to kiss you again. His hand made its way to your inner thigh and you let out another pretty little sound. He gradually made his way up your leg and then slid a finger through your wetness. You were already so wet he could hardly believe it. His dick hardened even more than it already was, and it was absolutely throbbing to be inside you. He needed to bury himself inside your warm walls and soon, or he was going to cum untouched.

“Ji, please. I wanna feel you.” You reached for his waistband, and tugging it down enough to grasp his cock in your hand.

Jisung hissed through his teeth. “Baby, your hand… feels so good.” His eyes rolled back into his head.

“So does yours… oh—” you arched your back into him as he slid a finger inside you. “Ji…yes.” You pulled his face down to kiss him as he slowly fucked you with his fingers and you pumped his cock with your hand.

He peppered kisses down the side of your neck, and eventually he slowly withdrew his fingers, while you let go of his cock. You parted your legs to allow him to settle in between them.

“I love you, y/n. I’ve always loved you.” He declared. “I said it last time, do you remember?”

You nodded. “I remember.”

“I meant it then, and I still mean it now.”

“I love you too, Jisung. I have for as long as I can remember.” You said gripping his bicep and squeezing.

Jisung took hold of his cock and ran the tip through your lips several times and then pushed inside. You both groaned in relief.

“Is this okay, baby?” He moaned, pulling out and pushing back in. He felt like he was so deep inside you, your warm walls holding him tight while he made love to you the way he imagined so many times.

He hooked an arm under one of your legs to get an even deeper angle. “Ji… you feel…this feels…so good.” You cried, holding onto him tighter as he picked up the pace. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m gonna fuck you like this every single day.” He promised.

You were soaking his cock, and as he continued to make love to you the noises coming from where you were both connected were becoming louder. You both had a sheen of sweat covering you foreheads. Jisung’s breath was becoming laboured as he neared his orgasm, but he wanted to make sure you came first. He slipped his hand between you to rub your swollen clit the way he remembered you showing him you how you liked it. You responded instantly, mumbling incoherently as you tensed up around him.

“Ji…I’m close… I’m so…I’m gonna…”

“Please cum for me. I’m so close too, baby.” He really didn’t know if you could even last another moment.

He felt you tense up, gripping his cock like a vice and then slowly pulsed around him. He watched your face as you came, thankful that he’ll be able to see you like this all the time from now on. He meant it. He was going to fuck you every day.

It was all too much seeing you come undone. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum, baby…where… wh—“

“In me, Ji…in me, please.” You cried.

That’s all Jisung needed to hear and he was filling you up, letting out a long growl as he emptied himself inside of you. Tears spilled from his eyes as he collapsed on top of you panting.

“Baby…I fucking love you so much. Please say you wanna be with me. Say you wanna give this a try? Be a family?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Yes. Yes, Ji. I want that so much.”

———

Jisung stopped at the lake to stretch his legs after a long day’s work.

This place always reminded him of you. As he walked along the shoreline he let his imagination take hold. In his mind you were walking beside him hand in hand, little Livi running ahead. He’d teach her to throw stones into the lake and he’d tell her all about what you and him were like as kids.

He’d bring her camping, and he’d bring you here for lunchtime picnics.

But it wasn’t just a fantasy. These were his plans.

He plopped down on a patch of grass and thought about what he always thought about when he was here.

The night he made love to you under the stars and you said you wanted to be a family.

Ask: livi calls Jisung “daddy”

a/n: please, if you enjoyed this consider leaving a comment, reblog, or tag someone you think will like this. x. Sorsha

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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A relaxing evening

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers

word count: 3.2k

warnings: soft dom lix, big dick lix, sensual massage, clit play, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, one light spank, not proofread (lmk if i missed something)

a/n: after spending a month writing a literal 70k+ book for hyunjin i hit a bit of a writer's block and who better to get me out of it than my very own muse, lee felix😏

~ Masterlist

To say you've had a horrible day was an understatement.

You've had the worst day that actually stretched and turned into the worst week.

Your boss was on your neck constantly, there was so much work to do which made you stay at the company working overtime and coming home late.

To make matters worse, everyone was angry and annoyed, so the conflict at work grew into a displeasing feeling that had you desperate for any kind of relief, even just a free afternoon to nap.

Felix, your roommate and friend, noticed how you came home later than usually and more drained day after day, the dark circles under your eyes getting progressively darker as the week came to an end.

Finally, Friday came around and you were barely standing on your feet when you walked into the apartment.

Felix is sitting on the couch, probably playing some games before sleep as you shuck off your shoes.

"Hi, sugar plum."- he snickers when he hears you groaning behind him, his head falling backwards to catch a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't start. I'm not in the mood."- you say tiredly.

Usually you throw disgustingly cute nicknames back and forth at each other but your brain was short-circuiting so bad that even thinking of a nickname for your friend was hard.

Felix exhales, pouting as he gets up and makes his way to you, helping you take off your blazer.

"I'll heat up some dinner."- he says and you nod, not even bothering to answer because the last ounce of strength you have is focused on standing upright.

You follow him to the kitchen to drink some water, and Felix looks at your tired frame, feeling sad that you're so down, instead of being your usual self, the one that jokes around and yaps away with him until the early morning.

"Why don't you sit down?"- he guides you to the chair and you sit wordlessly.

"My whole body hurts."- is what you say after a few moments of silence, as Felix waits for the dinner to warm up, his eyes trained outside the window.

"And my mind too."- you add as he looks at you and you notice the sympathetic smile he gives you.

"Well..."- Felix starts as he takes the food out on a plate. "I could prepare you a nice warm bath."

"You would do that?"- you ask, in your tired state you feel emotional and tears prick at your eyes.

"Of course I would."- he smiles, the sweet expression on his face as he brings you dinner makes you feel a little bit healed already.

"You're an angel, Lixie."- you smile as he squeezes your shoulder.

"I don't know about that."- he chuckles shyly, his freckled cheeks becoming rosy instantly.

You shake your head with a fond smile as he makes his way to the bathroom while you finally have a normal warm meal after the lunch you ate at work.

Hunger takes you over and you finish eating quickly, just in time for Felix to come back.

"Oh, you're done already?"- he asks.

"Don't judge me."- you say and he chuckles.

"No, I'm not judging, just wondering if you're still hungry. I could make you something else?"

"No, no don't worry, Lix. I'm ready for that relaxing bath."- you smile and he nods, biting on his lip.

"Um, can I suggest something?"- he asks as you stand up and you tilt your head at him.

"What is it?"- you ask curiously.

"You know I have some knowledge about massaging. I could help you relieve your stress with a full body massage." - Felix says and your eyes widen. "I mean if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to... ugh forget it."- he seems embarassed suddenly and you chuckle.

"A free full body massage? Sign me up."- you smirk.

"Who said it was free?"- he smirks back at you.

"Oh, so you're gonna charge me for your services, hm?"- you joke and he laughs.

"No, of course not. I'm just joking."- he says. "Go enjoy the bath I prepared, before it gets cold."- he adds and you make your way to the bathroom.

As soon as you walk in, you gasp, Felix has really made an effort.

He put your favorite bath bomb with bubbles into the water, lit your favorite scented candle and even adjusted the lighting to be less attacking on your tired eyes.

You strip in no time, throwing all your clothes inside the hamper and getting into the bath as quickly as you could.

The water is still warm and it feels wonderful to submerge your weary body into the relaxing feeling.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back on a towel as you feel the relaxation slowly taking you over, traveling through your limbs and making you feel weightless.

The warm and cozy atmosphere that Felix created have you almost falling asleep in the bath as your body slips a little and you sit up with a start, your eyes snapping open.

"Y/n? You okay?"- you hear Felix on the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out soon."

"Okay, I prepared everything for the massage."- he says and you giggle to yourself.

You don't feel too nervous being practically naked in front of Felix as you have known him for a long time and since you've been roommates you have seen each other naked on accident a few times.

He even gave you a few shoulder and back massages when you were in pain from sitting at your desk for too long but he never suggested a full body one.

Curious about it and ready to relax completely, you shower and dry off quickly, putting a bathrobe on and leaving to your room.

"Lix?"- you peek inside and see that he has fluffed up your bed, lit another scented candle and a few normal ones just to add to the atmosphere, and prepared some massage oils.

"Damn, you went all out."- you chuckle.

"I wanna make you feel better."- he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter a little as you make your way towards the bed.

The two of you stand awkwardly for a few moments before both of you chuckle.

"I should undress, right?"- you smile and Felix nods quickly before turning his back to you and covering his eyes for a good measure.

"Tell me when you're ready to start."- his voice is muffled behind his palms and you giggle as you take the robe off.

You lay down on your stomach, pulling a towel that Felix prepared over your backside and private parts, getting comfy on the soft bed.

"I'm ready."- you say when you find a nice position, your forehead pressed against the end of the pillow so you can breathe, your arms on either sides of you, aligning with your body.

Felix bites on his lip as his eyes roam on your body shamelessly.

"Lix?"- you say and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yes, let me grab some lavender oil. It's good for relaxing."- he announces and you mutter, ready to just enjoy having his skilful hands on you.

Felix kneels next to you, as you feel the bed dip and hear him opening the little bottle of oil.

Some light music is playing in the background and you exhale a hundred worries as soon as his fingers press on your shoulders.

"Mm Lixie."- you moan instantly, making his gut stir but he shakes it off, wanting to focus only on your well-being.

His thumbs circle your flesh slowly, going up to the sides of your neck and down the top of your shoulders before pressing back to the original spot, circling it and taking off the stiffness you feel from spending long hours at your desk.

Little moans of relaxation keep coming out of your mouth and Felix's sweatpants get tighter, as your body visibly relaxes.

Working his way down your back, he keeps adding oil and finding the most painful spots skilfully and relieving you of your pain, as if it was his actual career.

"God, Lixie, you're so good."- you whimper, smushing your face into the pillow for a moment.

"I know."- Felix smirks, making you chuckle.

And he does know. He knows exactly which pressure points are located where so when his fingers press into your lower back, just a bit above your ass, you feel a wave wash over you.

"Oh."- you exclaim a little but Felix never acknowledges it, smirking behind you as he gently massages your lower back.

You start feeling a bit hot, aroused even as he continues his ministrations, fingertips barely dipping to the swell of your ass.

Your breathing is slow and deep, your body completely relaxed as you left yourself in Felix's precious hands.

Felix shuffles a little, you hear more oil being opened before you feel his hands on your foot.

"Good?"- he checks in on you and you whimper as he presses and continues bringing you relaxing touches.

"Perfect."- you half-whisper, your mind floaty, all the stress from the week forgotten, no thoughts, just Felix.

Felix, with his soft hands and deep voice, his pretty smile and adorable freckles.

Wait.

Why are you thinking of him like that?

You don't know why, and you don't care as his hands slide above your ankle, he presses four fingers on your skin as if he's measuring something on the inner side before he finds a pressure point and starts working on it.

As soon as his finger finds that spot, you shiver, feeling yourself getting aroused the more he keeps circling that spot.

You would feel embarassed but you're so relaxed that you couldn't care less, your body melting even further into the bed, your arms coming up on either sides of your head as you gently fist the sheets beneath you.

Felix smirks, massaging the point harder, making your arousal drip between your folds, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He notices your slight squirming and that lets him know he's got you right where he wanted you.

He lets go for now, hands sliding up to massage your tired muscles.

At this point, you're aroused, wishing he would touch you where you need him the most and you want to press your legs together but you don't want him to notice that.

Felix already knows, after all, his touches were purposeful and he has wanted you for so long, wanted to be the one to make you feel good.

"Lix."- his nickname almost sounds like a whimper as he runs his hands on the back of your thighs.

"You okay?"- he asks, his fingertips dipping between your legs, touching your inner thighs as he gently starts massaging the flesh.

This is the last straw, your slick is now gushing out and you start feeling embarassed, wondering if he can see it or smell it.

"I-I'm fine."- you whimper as he keeps massaging your thighs.

"You sure?"- he asks, hands sliding up, close to your core and you lean into his touch as you grip the sheets.

"N-no."- you whimper.

"What's wrong?"- Felix smirks, fingertips brushing your asscheeks.

"I- um... I'm horny."- you turn your head sideways to look at him and he hovers over you.

"I know. You're kinda obvious."- he says and you whine.

"You did this on purpose."- you say as he runs his hands on your lower back and waist, making you shiver constantly as you feel ten times more sensitive than usually.

"Would you hate me if I did?"- he bites on his lip, his eyes big and pleading.

"No."- you whisper.

"You want me to continue?"- he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"How about a special massage?"- his voice is low as he slowly removes the towel. "Do I have your permission, angel?"

"Yeah."- you say, legs spreading slightly as you lift up your middle just a bit so he can touch you properly.

Felix groans at you presenting your wetness to him, your forehead buried in the pillow again as you anticipate his touches.

His hands are on your ass, as he gropes and massages them before his fingertips dip between your legs, sliding through your wet folds.

"L-Lixie."- you whimper as he touches you teasingly, fingers gently rubbing around your pussy and towards your other hole, down to your inner thighs again.

You push back into him and he gently grabs your hip.

"Don't move, my honey bee."- he says and you snort.

"Alright, pumpkin pie."- you retort.

"Let me do all the work, you just relax."- he says, fingers sliding through your dripping folds repeatedly, making you clench around nothing constantly, before he finally presses into your clit.

"Mm."- you moan when he starts sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clit, swollen with arousal and coated in your slick.

You moan quietly as Felix keeps massaging your sensitive clit slowly, up and down, left and right and then circling it and gently pinching it, occasionally dipping his fingertips into your cunt to gather more of your arousal.

You've never had anyone touch you this gently, it was usually a guy just flicking your clit fast when you're about to cum and while that does feel nice, this was a different kind of nice.

You felt tortured in a good way, like Felix was constantly dangling your orgasm in front of your eyes but never letting you get to it.

So much arousal kept gushing out of your pussy that for a moment you thought you were cumming as he kept pressing his fingers into your clit, playing your body expertly, like he's done this many times before.

"Lix- I wanna cum."- you whimper.

"I know love, but be patient. Just a bit more, I promise it's gonna feel amazing."- he coos at you, fingers working your nub faster and with more pressure.

You push back into him again and he grabs your hip as he starts flicking your swollen clit fast.

"Lixie, ah!"- you whine loudly, your slick coating his hand.

"I need you inside me!"- you add, holding onto the sheets.

"Mhm, later. I know you can cum just from this."- he says, as you keep jolting and whining.

You can't believe it's happening but your orgasm hits you like a wave, as you spill onto his hand, moaning loudly as he keeps massaging your sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!"- you whimper when he slides his fingers to your folds.

"Interested in a deeper massage?"- his voice is low and dark as he leans down to your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Mm, please Lixie."- you moan.

He slowly pushes two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, taking him in greedily as you were so relaxed and ready to receive.

Felix adjusts his position between your legs and it doesn't take him long to find your gummy spot.

"Lix!"- you groan when he starts gently fucking into it.

"Feels good?"- he asks, his lips brushing your ear as he scissors you open.

"Heavenly."- you moan out as he fucks you slowly, effectively massaging your walls, making your pussy clench on his fingers constantly, begging for more.

"Just relax."- he says as you keep pushing back on his hand, slowly fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I said relax."- he chuckles, lightly smacking your ass.

You gasp, calming down immediately, surprised by his commanding tone and actions.

You never thought your shy Felix would be handling you like this as you present yourself to him, to use you freely as he wants.

But all he actually wants is to bring you pleasure like you've never felt before, making sure to ruin every man for you so you only belong to him.

Eventually he speeds up, his fingers perfectly hitting your sweet spot and driving you insane, as you drip around him, the wet sounds are so loud that it makes you feel even more aroused.

Felix leans down and unexpectedly starts kissing and gently biting the flesh on your ass as he holds your hip and ruts his fingers fast into you.

"Ah, ah, Lix- Lixie, ah! Felix!"- you moan desperately as you tremble, squirting a fountain as he keeps on fucking into you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can, teeth sinking into your flesh as you squirm under him.

"Oh..."- you're speechles when he pulls out, you can't feel your legs and your ears are ringing.

"You with me, angel?"- Felix hovers above you as he caresses your head gently.

"That was the best orgasm ever."- you exhale.

"Told you I wanna make you feel better."- he smirks, hearing you praise him boosts his ego and makes his cock twitch and throb painfully inside his tight boxers.

"Is there more?"- you chuckle making him laugh and he gently turns you to lay on your back.

"If you want, I can offer more special massages."- he smirks as his eyes roam all over your body, his hands squeezing your thighs and massaging them gently.

You look down to see his dick straining in his pants.

He follows your eyes and looks down too, just as you hook your fingers in his pants.

"I want your cock, Lixie."- you say as you slowly slide his pants down.

"You do?"- he looks a bit surprised and you giggle.

"Mhm."- you say as you finally free him.

"Oh."- you gasp. "You're a grower."- you add with a smirk.

"Oh shut up."- he looks embarassed suddenly and you start giggling again.

"Come here and kiss me first."- you say and his eyes soften as he leans down to kiss you sloppily, your tongues crashing against each other, his heavy cock pressed against you.

"So pretty."- you bit on his lip as your hands wrap around his length.

"What, my cock?"- he chuckles.

"Mhm. Want it so bad."- you whimper, and Felix groans lowly.

"You can have it, angel. Anything you need."- he says as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Mm. More."- your legs wrap around him, making him hit deeper as he keeps pushing his length inside you until he fills you up to the brim.

"Feeling relaxed?"- he asks, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear and gently touch your face.

"Mhm, I have no thoughts at all."- you give him a smile and he chuckles quietly.

"Then, let's keep it that way."- he says as he slowly starts sliding his cock against your walls.

Felix keeps working hard to make you satisified and relaxed, to get you into a state of pure bliss, even if it means putting his own pleasure at the back shelf as he makes you cum on his cock over and over again.

He fucks you until you're shaking and crying, gripping at his biceps and clawing at his back, whimpering how sensitive you are, your pussy sloppy and shaped to fit his cock, which is when he finally lets go, cumming inside you hard, filling you up with his hot cum.

And when you fall asleep in his arms, a small blissful smile on your face, Felix knows he has accomplished his mission.

And he will do it again in a heartbeat, anything to make you feel better.

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Brainrot Req Fill 1!

Prompt: Stressed enemy Hyunjin, hard smut.

Bunnies additions: college rivals, Hyunjin is an ass, mutual insulting. They both need to get laid.

#hyunjin texts #texts

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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Pathetic!

han x reader/ (afab but one comment could be read as amab), friends to lovers, teasing, mutual pining/lust, blowjob, premature ejac., pathetic!han, loser!han and confident but simp!reader, 3k

Based on how Han... Adjusts... Himself...

Your friend Jisung has a… peculiar habit.

You first noticed it when you agreed to a silly dinner party with your old trainee friends. Everyone decided to dress up in their prettiest dresses and most handsome suits to go to McDonalds at 10 p.m. and even though the food was greasy and near-tasteless, the company of your friends made it one of your favorite meals you’d ever had.

It was when everyone was cleaning up and getting ready to leave that you first noticed Han’s odd habit.

You were the last two to get up from the table. Most of your friends had already drifted toward the trash cans and the exit, and as you stood you watched as Han, who was not paying attention to you, unabashedly grabbed his penis through his pants and manually readjusted it.

Your eyes widened and you turned on your heel away from him, shocked but vowing to yourself that you’d never tell a soul you saw it, and sure you’d never see it again.

Until the next time it happened.

And the next.

Considering the years you’ve spent in this friendship, it feels odd that you’ve only noticed this habit recently, but maybe he’s having some sort of issue, perhaps? Maybe his shaving routine has changed, maybe he’s wearing new underwear, maybe he caught something-- you don’t know and it doesn’t feel like your business at first. Or at the second, or third, or fourth occurrence.

It’s when you start to catch onto what makes him adjust himself so blatantly that you realize that it is your business. In fact, it starts to feel like it’s because of you.

There’s the time in the pool with your friends where you watch him off to the side in the shallow end readjust himself after you finish a splashing war with two of your friends, which somehow manages to nearly knock your top off.

There’s the summer sleepover where your tank top was lower cut than you intended, and through the glow of the firepit you could just make out the shape of Han squirming, his hand firmly latched between his thighs for a few moments.

There’s the time you and several of your mutual friends attend a SKZ fan meeting to support your favorite superstar, and sitting on stage Han tries his best to be casual as he adjusts himself moments after excitedly waving to your group, but boy is it obvious to your trained eye.

Almost every time you’ve seen Han in the past few months, there’s been a moment when his hand inevitably ends up wrapped around his cock, despite his pants being in the way.

It always comes after the lingering looks. It happens after the slight flick of his tongue across his lips. The prolonged eye contact. The rosiness of his cheeks when you come too close. The dramatic flair of him draping himself across you, or the grabby hands as he asks you to cuddle with him, or the feather-light touches on your back or your hip as he passes you in a narrow space.

There are two things you’re certain of at this point in your friendship:

Han Jisung is attracted to you, and you are so, so attracted to him.

Once this becomes fact in your mind, the game begins.

How long does it take to get Hanji to touch himself?

On some nights, it’s hours. On some, it’s minutes. Once it was even the very first thing he did when you walked in the room (maybe because you’d spent the previous night partying with him and may have drunkenly danced with him one too many times, or maybe it was because you’d texted him that morning that you’d had fun with him and want to go dancing with him again, or maybe it was because it was another movie night and you’d come in short pajama shorts and a t-shirt with a “fashionable” rip across your chest).

The second phase of the game starts after that night.

When will Hanji notice that I’m trying to bother him on purpose?

(The answer is “not until you tell him outright,” but we’ll get there.)

You have fun playing with him. At first it’s acting like you didn’t realize he was behind you, so you back up until your butt touches his hip or his crotch. Then it’s accidentally sitting so close that you nearly sit on his lap. One time it’s having “accidentally” put on too much perfume before getting in the car with Hannie after he offered to drive you to your friend’s place for dinner. Another it’s wearing a white top on a day when you know it’ll be rainy, and “accidentally” forgetting your umbrella so you show up to Han’s apartment with a mostly see-through top.

Each time you catch it, either from the corner of your eye or while outright staring at him. His hand goes down while he’s either looking away or trying to act casual. He grabs his penis through his pants so fully that you can see the complete outline of it as he shifts it to the side or pushes it down or otherwise readjusts.

It makes you wet, being so close yet so far from seeing it. Sometimes when he grabs it you swear you can see the defined tip or the swell of his balls pressing on the fabric as well, but it’s over as quickly as it began. Sometimes just the press of his hand down on his lap like a nervous little virgin unsure of how to control himself turns you on so bad that you’re squirming in your seat.

Oh, god how you’d fuck him. How you’d wreck his entire world. If only he wasn’t so god damned oblivious.

No matter how many times you try to catch his eye and pointedly look down to his crotch, or how many times you pull your top lower while directly in his line of sight, or even shake your ass when you know he’s watching-- he says nothing. He does nothing.

You know he notices. Oh, how he notices. His face turns red. He pulls a pillow into his lap. His voice cracks. He can’t make eye contact with you. He stutters. He stares at your chest when he thinks you aren’t looking.

And he wants, oh he wants so bad.

It finally comes to a head on the night you know for absolutely 100% certain that you’ve given him a boner.

It’s a game night with two of Han’s fellow SKZ members. You’re sitting on the floor in front of the couch and Han is behind you (at your design, of course). One of his legs is under him, and one of his legs is hooked over your shoulder. You keep your arm locked around it while you play Mario Kart, claiming that you need it because of the way you’re sitting. “I can’t hold my arm up at the right angle without it,” you whine. “I have to keep my controller all the way up here--” you gesture to holding the controller at your chest level rather than in your lap-- “otherwise the sensor doesn’t pick up.”

No one calls your bluff-- you’re lucky that when Felix handed you the controller he said that it was the finicky one that didn’t like to cooperate all the time. Thank you, Felix.

Every time you win, you throw your arms up and reach for Hannie behind you. He either gives you his hands and he leans his head down and you pet his hair. When you lose, you turn your head to his knee (or, after he shifts lower in his seat, his inner thigh) and nibble or just rub your face as if you’re hiding it in shame.

Within 10 races you know you have Han wrapped around your finger. Any time you turn your head to look back at him, he’s already looking at you. He can likely see straight down your top, and the combination of that with you touching his thigh leads to him needing a pillow in his lap to prevent the whole group from noticing his little, ahem… problem.

And then comes the break.

“Should we pause and get dinner?” Minho asks

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you chime in. “But the issue is I really want pizza from that one really good place that refuses to do delivery. Like, come on, your orders get mixed up a couple of times and you require ID to pick up food? It’s the 21st centuryyyyy,” you whine, throwing your head back against Han’s thigh.

“Oh, pizza sounds so good,” Felix says with a satisfied groan. “I can go get it if someone comes with.”

“Mm,” Minho acknowledges, climbing to his feet. “Let’s go. We can order on the way.”

After a brief discussion of what everyone wants, the two clear the apartment, and then…

Han clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

“Do you wanna play another round while they’re out?”

You put your controller down and spin around so you’re sitting on your knees, now face-first at Han’s crotch-- or rather, the pillow on top of his crotch.

“No, honestly Hanji, I’m so fucking sick of waiting.”

“What--” You grab the pillow and try to move it, and his eyes widen, his face a pure expression of shock, and he fights you to keep it in place. “No, no! I need that-- Y/n, stop!”

“Hanji, when are you going to tell me that I turn you on? I’m so tired of waiting.”

“You-- What? How did you--”

“Am I wrong?” you ask, finally letting go of the pillow and letting him hold it. You give him your best doe eyes, blinking up at him innocently. “That’s what you’re hiding, right? Because I keep touching you and because you can see my boobs, right?”

Han tries to say something but he flounders, barely making a full sentence.

“Hanji, I’m tired of you teasing me,” you whine. “You touch your penis in front of me all the time. When’s it my turn?”

“Y/N--” he gasps. You take the chance to grab the pillow once more and yank, swiftly removing it and throwing it across the room. His legs come up and his hands go down-- he tries to cover himself and hide, but you see the tent in his pants and even notice the dark spot forming on the crotch of his gray sweatpants.

“Oh, Hanji, you poor thing. Isn’t that throbbing?” you ask, sliding one hand up his leg, gently coaxing him to relax and slightly open his legs for you again. “I know mine is. Why don’t you let me take care of it?”

“Your… You’re…?”

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. You’re such a sweet little thing. I could just eat you up.” You keep gently touching him, running your fingertips up and down his calf until he rests his leg on the ground again, now only his hands covering his tent.

“How long have you liked me, Hanji? You should have told me. I’ve been trying to encourage you, but I don’t think you’ve caught on, have you?”

“No,” he admits softly. “I thought… I thought maybe you liked that I was fawning over you?” he says unsurely. “I noticed a few times you were really close to me on purpose…”

“Yeah?” you ask, gently touching his hand while lying your cheek on his thigh. “Like when?”

“Like that time you were talking to me in the kitchen and then you bent down to get something and touched my… um, touched me with your butt. It was straight out of a movie.”

You giggle and manage to intertwine some of your fingers with his gently.

“You could have said something, you know. You blushed so dark I thought your head was going to burst. You were so red.”

“I was afraid you felt my dick through my pants,” he says defensively, but softly, almost like he’s afraid to speak too loud and burst the bubble that surrounds the two of you. “I was so hard.”

“I get you hard a lot, huh? Pretty much every time I see you I catch you touching yourself.”

“What?!” he asks, eyes wide, once again in that delicious look of shock.

“You have to readjust yourself. I see you. It’s really obvious the way you grab it, you know.” You voice drops to a whisper as you separate his hands and finally get a good look at his crotch. “It’s kind of…” your hand reaches out slowly, giving him the chance to stop you, but he doesn’t. “Like this,” you say, wrapping your hand around his shaft through his pants. Instead of trying to push his dick down or to the side, you drag your hand up until it rolls over the tip and off of him entirely.

Han moans, lifting his hips up slightly to chase the feeling of your hand. You smirk but try to bite your lip to hide it, wanting to keep the innocent yet frisky facade you’re upholding.

“No,” you say softly, wrapping your hand around his cock again. “I think it was actually more like this.” You twist your wrist slightly as you move down his shaft then back up, once again sliding your hand over his tip. This time you press your palm against it, slightly pushing his dick to the side.

“Hmm,” you hum, licking your lips. “No, that’s not quite right. Can you show me, Hanji?”

“Huh?” he asks through a shuddering breath.

“Show me how you grab yourself, Hanji. And then I wanna do something for you.”

“Okay…”

Han’s shaky hand reaches down and he grabs his dick, pushing it down and to the side. He shifts his hip, tries to act casual while trying to tuck his boner into a tighter area of his underwear but it does nothing to hide his erection once he releases it.

“Mm, always seeing you touch yourself has made me so jealous. And you get to play with it whenever you want. It’s my turn to touch it, isn’t it? Can I touch it, Hanji?

“You already did, to be fair,” he says, his normal cheeky self still shining through his nerves. “But, I mean, yeah… if you want to you can do whatever… if you want… I mean… What do you want to do?”

“What do I want?” you ask, smiling up at him. “Oh, Hanji, if we did everything I wanted, no one would hear from you for weeks.”

His face reddens again and he laughs softly.

“If I had known we were thinking the same thing, I would have asked you to do this a lot sooner…” he admits. A wide grin spreads across your face and you hum happily, tugging on his sweatpants.

“Let me suck your cock, Hanji. I’ve been waiting so long.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he says, lifting his hips and pulling both his pants and his underwear down swiftly. His cock springs free, bouncing a little from the movement, and you have to bite back the “aww” that comes up your throat. It’s just so fucking cute with its pink tip and its honey shaft like the rest of his pretty skin and it looks so suckable and instead of saying anything you hum happily as you greeidly suck him into your mouth, barely giving him a second to adjust to the feeling before you’re bobbing your head and trying to gather as much spit in your mouth as possible to give it a good, wet glide.

Han moans loudly and unabashedly, throwing his head back and sinking into the couch, fully letting you consume him.

“Oh, fuck,” he whines, hips jerking up slightly. “Oh, fuck! Wait, wait, wait,” he says, sitting back up and gently guiding your head off of him. “Y/N, I think I almost came,” he whines, and your jaw drops.

“Hanji, that was fifteen seconds. That wasn’t even a minute.”

“I know,” he whines, chest heaving as he pouts and tries to calm down. “I don’t know, it just hit me and I felt like leaking.”

“-Leaking?”

“That’s what it felt like!”

“Hanji, don’t tell me you call it ‘leaking’ when you cum.”

“No! I don’t! I’m just saying this one felt like a leak like I was just gonna let it all down. You were sucking me like a straw and it was just gonna all come out.”

You stare at him for a few silent seconds and then, in shock at your own revelation, say “You are so wimpy. And pathetic. And it makes me so fucking horny.”

Han laughs just as much as he whines, throwing his head back and covering his face with both his hands.

“Y/Naaaaahhhhhh,” he whines. “You can’t insult me and then say it makes you horny. I don't know what to thiiiiink.”

“Think about my pussy, your bed, and hopefully the nearest condom.”

Han peeks at you through his hands for a few seconds and then nods frantically, trying to sit up and get to his feet.

“Okay, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go! What are we still doing out here?!”

As Han gets up, his sweatpants and underwear nearly trips him while he tries to step past you. You giggle, covering your mouth and watching his naked butt as he rushes down the hall to his room.

Oh, god, how you’re attracted to him.

#okay but why is this so cute #and so fucking hot #han jisung smut #han jisung oneshot #oneshot

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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A MODERN LOVE STORY.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

when your tinder date who was supposed to be just a hook up becomes your boyfriend within a week.

pairing: han jisung x f!reader genre/tags: pwp, smut, fluff, jisung is such a gentleman, fingering, oral (m receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), major size kink, slight daddy kink (not surprised), jisung has huge dick, jisung cums on readers face, i think that's it Imk if i missed any o_0 words: 4.5k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Dating apps were never really your thing, you’ve always been an “old fashioned” kind of girl. You’ve secretly dreamt of meeting your lover in a grocery store or bumping into them at a library where you instantly fall in love. Unfortunately, you can’t be delusional forever, your Prince Charming isn’t going to just come knocking for you at your doorstep. Unless…you find someone who can come to your doorstep but through an app, Tinder. You decided to give it a try and see what all the hype was about after your best friend Ryujin raved about all the hot guys she was meeting— and banging.

You often found yourself quite jealous of all the good sex she was getting, she could have anything she wanted all at her fingertips. You were always horny and looking for the next toy to play with but you decided maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to try and find a cute guy to hook up with and relieve some quick stress. You may be old fashioned but you weren’t too uptight to have a hook up once in a while.

You downloaded Tinder for once in your lifetime and wrote in all your info, chose your best photos, and made a silly little bio. Your bio was just ‘looking for a fun time, need someone who can break my back, not my heart’ you know it super lame but most guys like corny shit like that anyway. You swiped for ages and ages, barely giving anyone a right swipe because you were way too picky. They had to be top tier in the visual department even if they were just a one night stand, you’ll always have standards. You were getting tired of swiping and just about to call it a night up until you swiped on the next profile. His name was Han and he only lived 2.5 miles from you.

As you were scrolling through his profile, you couldn’t stop thinking how hot he was, his hair was blonde, and he always wore the same cross necklace in his all photos. You read his profile some more and saw that he has a dog named Bbama and you smiled at how adorable his dog was. You instantly swiped right after seeing the dog pics and you couldn’t believe you matched with him already. Your heart kind of skipped a beat for a second and you closed the app immediately. You didn’t think he’d be so quick to match with you and you wanted to message him but your pride got in the way. You figured he’s way too fine to even message you back, he probably gets floods of messages from girls asking. You decide to play it cool and not say anything, instead you took a screenshot of his profile and sent it to Ryujin.

She texts you back a couple minutes later and says she thinks he’s really hot, you’re glad she approves but you’re not surprised that she wouldn’t. You go through his profile again and see that he has his Instagram linked to his Tinder, you go to his Instagram account and continue your stalking spree. You see a bunch of pics of his dog, food, and mostly outdoorsy stuff. You didn’t figure him to be the wilderness type of guy but he was, he’s been hiking all over different mountains and has photos of him at the very top. You were in awe of how fearless this man was, you were swayed already by how he presented himself.

Your phone buzzes with a new notification.

‘Han sent you a message’ Tinder alerts you of 2 new notifications from him. You open the messages immediately, a huge grin plastered on your face as you read what he said to you.

‘Hi y/n’

‘What’s your favorite food?’

‘I’m taking notes on where I need to take you on our first date’

That was very smooth but also straightforward, you liked him already.

‘Pho, I could eat it everyday’

‘You’re already planning our date? lol’

You sent the messages and texted Ryujin straight away, telling her how much of a success this was already going. She tells you how much she was right all along and how you’ve been missing out this whole time, you just giggle at her shenanigans.

You get another notification from Tinder and it’s from your favorite new guy already.

‘Yes, how could I not? You’re a 10/10’

You smile to yourself when reading at that comment, you never really saw yourself as a perfect 10 but if someone this highly attractive sees you that way then you must be a smokeshow. Han sends you another message,

‘I can pick you up tmrw at 5? Dinner is on me babe so no need to bring a wallet ;)’

You bit your lip at that last sentence, who would’ve known someone this sexy could be your sugar daddy AND fuck buddy? Ok well maybe the sugar daddy part was just a joke. It definitely turned you on knowing that he’s willing to spend his money on you without you feeling guilt about it though.

‘See you at 5 <3’ you reply to him.

The very next day you’re in the car going to your date with Han. The moment you laid eyes on him there was a lustful nature that came out of you. You didn’t even think it could be possible but he looked even better in person, the pictures didn’t do him justice whatsoever. His jawline was insane, it was sharp and looked absolutely perfect from his side profile. His hair was a little messy but in a really cute way, he had a small silver stud in his ear and wore his cross necklace like the one in his photos. You couldn’t believe it was really him in your driveway, he had to be the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. He wore a plain black T-shirt with baggy jeans and converse, he looked effortlessly cool. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other was playing with his radio. He was trying to get the Aux cord to work properly but it just wasn’t cooperating with him, he decides to just leave it alone.

“So uh.. anyway is this your first Tinder date?” He asks trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah, actually it is,” you tell him “I’m not the hugest fan of dating apps but I decided why not give it a shot.” You say as your shrug your shoulders.

“Ah I see, well you met me so that’s a good sign so far right?” He asks with a goofy grin on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at his quirkiness.

You talk for a bit more in the car and get to know each other, as you’re getting nearer to the destination he comes to a stop into a parking lot. He gets out of the car first and opens the door for you on your side.

“M’lady,” Han says in a funny voice, taking your hand in his as you get out the car. You’re loving his silly and fun energy so far, it’s definitely bringing your mood up as you had no expectations for how this would go.

The date ended up going extremely well, you both couldn’t stop laughing and cracking jokes together. Everything felt super lighthearted and easygoing with Han, you felt like you could say just about anything with him, feeling like you’ve known him for much longer than a couple of hours. He bought so much expensive meat for the both of you at the restaurant and the pho was fantastic. You’ve never been to this particular restaurant before as it was a bit too out of your price range, you were surprised when he told you he ate here frequently. You wanted to ask him what he does for a living but you don’t want to seem rude. You ate as much as you could and he definitely ate way more than you, lightly making fun at the way you eat. You do eat pretty slow so you aren’t shocked by the way he’s noticing that already.

You like the way Han eats because he stores food in his cheeks like a squirrel, usually that action would give you the ick but with him you find it quite endearing. Once you both finish eating at the restaurant he takes you to a pier where there’s pretty lights near the water. It was a nice day to go out on a walk so he grabbed your hand and led the way down the path. You guys talked so much for hours about any and everything, you talked for so long that you ended up watching the sunset together, then looked at the stars. When you looked down and noticed that you’ve been holding hands with him this whole time, but you didn’t want to point it out to Han incase he’d let go.

You’ve spent a total of only 5 hours with this man but you really do feel as though you’ve known him your whole life. He was so fun to talk to, handsome, and literally the sweetest person ever, it made you question how someone this perfect could even be single. You really couldn’t wait any longer for him to end up in your bed tonight and that’s exactly what you planned to happen. As the night progresses you ask him if he wants to come back to your place for the night. He looks surprised yet obliges and drives back to your apartment. It was pretty late at night and you only had your tiny lamp in the kitchen on, so you couldn’t see much of where you were going. You turn around to face Han who’s been staring you up and down this whole time.

You didn’t even have much time to take off your jacket before Han’s lips were all over yours. His hands roamed all over your body and yours were now tangled in his messy blonde hair. He startles you for a second when he picks you up and lifts you onto the marble kitchen countertop, not breaking the kiss once. He bites down on your lower lip slightly, making you gasp so he can easily slip his tongue in you. His movements were gentle and he kisses you so passionately, one of his hands comes up behind your neck and the other is stroking the apex of your thigh. As you both pull away from kissing, he stops to stare at you for the longest second.

“You are so beautiful y/n,” he says, stroking your hair and tucking some behind your ear, then he kisses your ear and licks it. He continues peppering a few more kisses downwards and to your neck, beginning to suck lightly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He leaves a couple small hickies around your neck and kisses your lips once again. You tug at his T-shirt and motion for him to take it off, he does as he’s told and removes it from his body. You get a faint look at his chest since it’s a such little bit of light in the kitchen, from what you can see however, he looks perfect. When he comes closer, you can feel his rock solid abs, you know he works out but you weren’t expecting him to be this fit.

You go back to making out for awhile and his hands are now laid on your chest. He cups both of your boobs in his hands and kneads them through your thin shirt, he realizes this isn’t enough for him so he slides his hands underneath your shirt. He ran his fingers against your nipples and starts to pinch them lightly, making you moan directly into his mouth. He groans when you bring your hand lower to his pelvis, trying to locate his belt so you can tell him to take it off. You finally reach something you presume to be leather and you grab it, bringing his body closer to you in the process.

“You want me to take this off huh?” Han asks, pointing to his belt but all you see is his erect dick print through his jeans.

You nod your head profusely, “yes pleasee, right now!”

He grins at you while slowly taking off his belt, throwing it down on the floor and now he’s stroking his cock through his pants. You hear him groan a little bit as you can see him palming himself, wanting to take him in your mouth so bad.

“Let me give you head,” you say almost desperately, you didn’t mean for it to sound so needy but you really wanted— no needed his cock.

“Okay,” he says smiling back at you, “sounds great to me.”

You get up from the kitchen counter and now position yourself on the floor, on your knees. You never pictured yourself to be the one sucking a random guy off Tinder’s dick but hey, things just so happen to turn out that way. You unzip Han’s pants and gently pull them down, he was wearing pink supreme boxers and you expected nothing less from him. You pull down his boxers too and his erect cock springs up out of them like a slinky. Eyes growing wide in awe as you couldn’t wait for his giant, thick cock to go into your mouth. You start to stroke his length and realize that one hand won’t be enough to do the job, you have to use two to get a good firm grasp around it and even then it’s still a few inches off.

You contemplate how you’re even going to fit all of him into your mouth but you think of the consequences later. You continue pumping his cock with your hands and he moans lowly under his breath. You lick the tip of his cock and he winces a little, that must be his sensitive spot. You suck on the tip and guide your mouth to slowly take in more of his cock, keeping a suction-tight grip on him as you keep lowering your head. You get to a point where you start to physically choke and gag on his cock, your saliva was getting everywhere now, all over your chin, your chest, his cock, and some even spilled on the floor. You know you have to be a good girl and take all of him but you never had someone this big before.

“You have such a nice dick,” you blurt out while taking a break, wanting to please him more than anything.

“Thank you baby,” Han smiles down at you while you bring his cock back into your mouth, this time breathing through your nose you have a better chance at taking him all. You were successful and managed to get most of it inside your mouth, maybe just a couple centimeters off. You kept at it, sucking his cock like your life literally depended on it, shooting your head back and forth making you feel dizzy.

“Mmm yeah… that’s it baby… just like that-” Han moans out for you with his eyes closed shut and head thrown back, you’re making him feel so good right now.

“I think I’m gonna cum y/n…”

You continue what you’ve been doing for the past 15 minutes or so, sucking his cock at an even faster rate. You look up at him and give him a sultry look with your eyes, you need to feel his cum all over you.

“Please cum on my face daddy,” you tell him, you used to let your ex cum on your face all the time and you were craving for that kind of thing at the moment. You keep deepthroating him and making gagging noises in the process, wanting him to know just how hard you’re working for his cum. He lets out a long moan and keeps saying he’s about to cum, you tap his dick on your tongue so you can get a taste of his load shooting out and then… you suddenly go blind. Han’s load comes out so fast that it got everywhere, causing some of it to get into your eye. You couldn’t see for a bit and rubbed your eye, feeling a thick, sticky substance on your left cheek. Han’s cum was now painted all over your face, some even got on your shoulder and landed on the floor. You smiled at how much cum you caused to come out his dick, feeling awfully proud of yourself.

You get up from your knees and start kissing again, he brings you back to the counter you were originally sitting on and he toys with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls your skirt down and begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, dragging his fingers along your slit and teasing you. You whimper as you buck your hips up, wanting to feel his fingers on your clit. He finally moves your panties to the side and starts rubbing his middle finger against your swollen clit.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck…” he says, looking at your glistening, wet pussy. He circles your clit and spits on it, mixing your juices with his saliva. He then dips his finger inside your hole, you let out a moan as he starts pushing his finger in and out. The sound of his fingers going in your wet pussy sound so dirty yet so blissful. He kisses you as he keeps fingering you, spreading you open with another finger. You’re such a moaning mess and it’s all thanks to Han’s wonderful fingers. You were arching your back at the sensation you were feeling, his thumb is now rubbing your clit while two of his fingers are still inside. You wanted his cock so badly, but you were going to have to ask nicely for it.

“I need you…” you whine to Han, you don’t know why you were too shy to say what you needed the most though.

“Need what baby?” He asks with his fingers still deep inside your sopping cunt, you were aching for something bigger and it’s making you go crazy.

“Your cock… need your cock, please!” You practically beg at this point for it. Han’s smile grew wider as he saw how needy you were already acting for him.

“As you wish pretty girl,” he says, taking his fingers out and licking the juices off of them one by one. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it along your folds, he feels how soaking wet you are and it’s already enough to make him want to burst. He doesn’t think he’s a fast cummer (is that a word?) but for you, he’d nut instantly. He slides his thick, long cock into your little pussy, making you audibly gasp in pain and pleasure.

The size of him is enough to make you want to never be able to walk again, but you think once he’s done with you he’ll be leaving you permanently bed ridden.

“Just relax baby, you can take it all trust me..” Han assures you as he continues to slide his length inside, your wetness mixed with the sounds of his dick makes for the perfect porn audio. Your legs were spreading wide open and rested on his shoulders, he was taking nice and slow strokes at first. He wants you to become more adjusted to his size, he’s finally able to get all of himself in. You look down at your stomach to see a giant bulge, his cock was so big that he practically took up half of your torso.

“Ready baby?” Han whispers in your ear, asking for the okay to start thrusting deeper into you. You nod as you were finally getting used to him, he goes a little faster and starts to build a steady pace. His cock is hitting the back of your walls nicely and you feel every inch of him inside you. The cross necklace he was still wearing dangled over you, which was pretty ironic for the sinful act you two were committing at the moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he moves deeper into you, stretching you out like the little whore you are. You feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust and he’s grabbing your waist tightly with both hands.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good… my god..” Han says moaning, his eyes are closed again as he keeps fucking your tight pussy. You took his cock so well, you were so proud of yourself.

“Your cock feels amazing daddy,” you whimper out to him as you continue moaning his name, feeling like you’re about to cum already. Han’s breath becomes more irregular and his strokes are getting messier, you can tell he’s reaching his climax as well.

“Let’s cum together.” Han coaxes, holding your hand while fucking into you, his cock fits all the way inside without hurting you now and all you feel is immense pleasure. You nod your head in agreement with him and focus on reaching your high. A wave of ecstasy washes over you as Han hits a certain spot in you, his dick is so big that it can reach little places you never felt before, it’s an incredible feeling. Your head swings back as you feel your orgasm approaching, you let out a few curse words and catch your breath. Han feels his release coming too and quickly pulls out, he pumps his cock for a little bit with his right hand and watches his load shoot out onto your stomach. He lets out an erotic groan as he finishes off his last bit of cum and strokes his cock a little more.

“Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had..” Han says while panting, grabbing your face to pull into you a breathless kiss.

“Yeah, that was definitely amazing,” you respond after pulling away, smiling at his first impressions of you.

It was now midnight and you were both exhausted, you two were too fucked out to do anything else and Han was way too tired to head home that night. You didn’t mind Han staying over at your place, to be honest, it felt pretty normal. As you both got into bed he gave you tons of forehead kisses and cradled you to sleep, his embrace felt safe and protecting. You never wanted to leave his presence and neither did he.

It was the early hours of the morning and the sun is beaming on your face through the sheer white curtains. You wake up to a familiar smell coming from your kitchen, it was the smell of eggs and pancakes cooking. You put on some clothes quickly to head to your kitchen, you see Han in nothing but his underwear cooking you breakfast. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:04 am, how is he already awake at this time of the morning? You make your way on over to him and give him a chaste kiss, telling him good morning. He finishes up cooking and grabs some plates for the both of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes right now, your Tinder date that you just hooked up with last night is now cooking you breakfast. You want to feel like you’re living in a dream but the more you keep blinking the more real this situation feels.

“Ready to eat babe?” Han asks, handing you a plate full of food. You nod, still trying to process everything that’s going on but you don’t want to keep questioning it. You sit at the table with Han and eat your food. You both talk as though everything is normal, still making little jokes with each other like yesterday’s date. The food he made was pretty good and you were wondering what other hidden skills he may have been hiding. You’re now questioning what could be wrong with him since he’s so perfect, why hasn’t someone like him not been snatched up yet? As you finish eating you head back upstairs, Han follows you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, turning around to face him in confusion.

“Im just following where you’re going,” he admits sheepishly.

“But why?” You genuinely want to know why he’s considered still being here and isn’t fleeing after finally getting what he wanted.

“I want to stay here for a while,” he says while looking away at something else, he was a bit shy to ask if he could stay over for another day.

“For how long?” You ask, wondering if he’s serious about his infatuation with you.

“I- I don’t know, can I just stay for one more night? Please y/n?” He holds your hand, gently caressing and rubbing it.

You feel conflicted, on one hand you want someone you can feel connected to on a deeper level but the other hand is making you want to keep this relationship as no strings attached. You sigh as you see the glint in his eyes, his eyes were all it took for you to give into him.

“Okay” you say, he smiles as he hears your swift response. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and lets you lead the way back to your room.

Four days have passed and Han is still staying in your apartment with you. You decided you didn’t actually hate his company and that it was just the fear of commitment that made you reluctant. Han was different though, he brought a side out of you that no one else has. He brings you flowers, makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, listens to your problems/needs/wants/desires, shuts up when he’s supposed to, and does anything you say at the drop of a hat.

He’s the perfect guy for you and you met him on something you wouldn’t have tried if it wasn’t for your best friend. You’re still in shock by how you and Han are basically in a relationship now, I mean who stays at someone’s house for almost a week if they weren’t falling in love? You should be happy yet you’re nervous, you’re nervous about telling Ryujin, what if she thinks you’re moving too fast? You didn’t tell anyone about this “relationship” yet since you’ve never rushed into things this quickly with someone.

Han was a great person and you knew that with every fiber of your being, you just didn’t know if others would see that through just a few days of talking. You know you’re going to have to do it at some point since you’re actually thinking about getting serious with him. Han has been nothing more than amazing to you and if everyone else doesn’t see that then they’re crazy, you can’t convince everyone to like him but you start to feel as though it won’t be an issue for him. You think he’ll fit in just fine with everyone in due time ♡

#han jisung oneshot #han jisung smut #han jisung fluff #oneshot

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pearls-recs · 9 months ago

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We're not better off as friends.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: after months of basically drifting apart, your best friend asks you to come with him to his family's cabin and on the first night, things already take an unexpected turn, leaving you questioning if friends is all you want to be.

Warnings/Tags: non!idol au, best friends to lovers (sorta), reader's first time, semi-angst, semi-fluff, explicit content, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talking, somewhat praising, Han's pull out game is pretty good.

SMUT WARNING MDNI

Ever since the day you were paired up with Han for a grade 6 science project, the two of you were inseparable. At first, he was awfully annoying because he refused to leave you alone at recess, but it wasn't until you actually asked him, way too harshly, why the hell he didn't go and bother someone else, that you found out why.

You'll never forget the way he looked at you that day when he said you're his only friend. You were guilt-ridden and disgusted with yourself for how you treated him. You were a friend in his eyes but to you, he was just plain annoying, so you took him under your wing the very next day.

You discovered things in Han during your ever-growing friendship that you'd never seen or known from anyone else you've ever met, things that made you feel like you really picked up a good package of a best friend.

He was supportive of everything you did, even when he didn't agree with it. He made you feel like your feelings were valid no matter how many outbursts he fell victim to, and he never ever, not once, made you question his loyalty towards you.

In the middle stages of high school, just like every other girl who was straight and had a guy best friend, you also woke up one day and found him to be somewhat attractive. Which was purely hormones because when you look back at the yearbook, he wasn't nearly as mind-blowing as he is today.

But nevertheless, something about him gave you excited little shivers whenever he came over, a warm, fluttering in your belly igniting when he gave you a hug or when you guys had sleepovers and he'd refuse to sleep alone in the guest room.

Your parents loved him, and his loved you too so there was never anything strange about the two of you sleeping in the same bed, but for you, it was pure torture to feel his body up against yours if he spooned you when you knew you would never be able to satisfy your attraction for him.

High school came and went, and you found yourself settling into the realization that things with Han would never develop into anything more, which was a sad and disappointing reality but one you had to face nonetheless, and when college came and the two of you split up to different campuses, that's when you started exploring.

You didn't go through a phase like your other friends did; you didn't feel the need to fuck everything that moved. You had your few boyfriends, whom you made to wait many, many lonely nights until you allowed them to even try anything with you. Only one made it past second base, also known as making out, and it wasn't a pleasant experience anyway.

You felt chemistry with him, but for some stupid reason, none of them matched the attraction you had towards Han. It had nothing to do with their looks, they just didn't make you feel as safe and accepted as Han did. So in order to stop trying to fill the void, you gave up on dating and enjoyed the single life.

You and Han still met up regularly, and by the sounds of it, his experience in the dating realm was very much like yours, except the major difference being that he had a lot more relationships than you did, but he could never provide you a reason why he didn't just stick to being single.

It didn't make him an asshole surprisingly, but it did make him distant. He became less affectionate with you whenever he was in a relationship, which you told him you understood and respected, but of course, the little girl in you missed those cuddles with your best friend. You held onto those moments when they did occur though in the few times he was single throughout that time period of his young adult life.

But during your and Han's second year in college, he changed. Not just physically going from a bit scrawny and more bone than flesh to working out every day and building a body Calvin Klein would want as their front cover, but also internally.

Han started to enjoy being by himself. He didn't feel the need to be in any kind of relationship to feel better about himself and his confidence grew enough for him to be sure of who he is, without being a dickhead about it.

You were glad he'd found contentment, and you were even more glad that he was glowing as a person. But even though it's been 8 months since his last relationship, Han hasn't been as affectionate as he always was with you, and it broke your heart to see him preferring to sleep on the couch than in your bed when he came over.

You weren't sure why he'd changed, and you weren't sure you wanted to know either. You'd also…changed throughout the years, but besides your boobs getting bigger, gaining some form of body shape, and not wearing your hair in a bun every day, you were basically the same.

You tried reaching out to Han, inviting him to festivals and camping with your other mutual friends, but he always rejected it. Until he finally reached out one day and asked if you'd like to go with him to his parent's house back home.

You grabbed at the opportunity the moment it rose, saving up enough from your sideline hustle working down at the coffee shop on weekends to be able to pay for your flight and help towards groceries. The trip was set out for a month before he told you but you found yourself counting down the days till you could see him.

You were incomprehensibly shaken by how much he had changed when you met up with him at the airport the morning of your flight. His hair wasn't straight or black as you last remembered it, it was blonde instead and even a bit longer than you recall. His skin was beyond flawless, not a single scar of acne, which you always envied of him.

His body had changed even more than you could remember, you felt it when he wrapped his arms around you in greeting how much stronger they'd become, how defined his chest was, and just how tiny his waist really was.

He looked phenomenal with his black jeans and tucked-in vest that looked like it could've been another layer of skin, and his jewelry topped it off in ways you didn't know would look as good as it did on him.

Glimpses of the old Han appeared on your trip. He hugged you more than once, and he even stayed close beside you when walking through the flood of people to the boarding gate. He carried your duffle bag and he spoke almost as much as he used to. But something about him was still holding back, you just couldn't figure it out yet, but hopefully, the time away from the norm would relax him enough to open up to you.

The flight was long and rather exhausting, but fun nonetheless because you had good company beside you. You and Han spent most of the time talking about what you'd been getting up to the last while. You discovered that Han did change a lot, even his eyes seemed to sparkle differently than they used to, but it wasn't entirely a bad thing.

You found yourself getting sleepy after hours of talking and unknowingly rested your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep. You woke up to a stretched neck muscle, but feeling Han's warmth spread to your body under the blanket he must've thrown over you two, did a great job lulling you back to sleep again, you faintly remember the tingling feeling of his hand resting on your knee.

Han’s parents hadn’t changed since you last saw them two years ago, but you could tell they were getting older. They were welcoming as always, immediately inviting you in for dinner even if you and Han were going to be sleeping in the cabin just a few yards away from the main property. His mom told you you’d grown up so beautifully since she last saw you, and so did his dad, and when you mindlessly looked across the table, Han was already looking at you with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How’s it feel to be back home?” You ask Han as you walk onto the porch of the cabin you’re going to be sleeping in. The sun was about to dive under the horizon, the air cool and crisp.

You know it shouldn’t have made your stomach churn when you opened the door and saw only one double bed in the open-plan cottage, but somehow, maybe due to the unsettling distance Han has shown to you the last while, it was almost nerve-wracking to think about sharing a bed with someone you don’t even hug that much anymore, let alone share a room with for a week.

“Feels good, I missed my parents,” He replies, straightening up and clearing his throat the moment you brush his shoulder.

You glance over the green hills forming waves on the surface of the earth in front of you. The house is located in one of the most tropical parts of the country, and it has the prettiest view from up here in the mountains.

“I missed you.”

Han’s words make you face him, the depth of his eyes when he looks at you causing an awkward bubbling to arise in your throat, and you instantly reach out to nudge his arm with your fist as you chuckle, “Missed you too, Hannie.”

You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so awkward. You were never the type to struggle with nervousness or awkwardness, but yet here you are, struggling to even look Han in the eyes as you settle down for the night.

You'd taken a shower and put on your pajamas, joining him on the bed as he lay scrolling through his phone that he clicked off the moment you joined him. Your eyes drifted to his arms momentarily, and then up to his bare shoulders, your core pulling tight at the realization that he's topless.

"You okay?" He asks, his voice bringing your eyes to the warmth of his. They widen when his eyes fall to your silk tank top busy slipping down your shoulder, the curve of your breast peeking out.

You mumble a mhm, turning on your side to face the opposite way. You're just going to have to stick it out by avoiding him physically - at least just for tonight while your hormones are being so inconsiderate.

The room darkens as Han switches off the bedside lamp and you feel the bed dipping as he shuffles into place, a relieved sigh escaping from your chest. But then you hear the ruffling of the sheets behind you, and then the careful fingertips walking over your waist.

"Can I hold you?" He whispers, his voice closer than you thought. A smidget of your sanity screams not to let him hold you - you don't trust yourself enough and the idea of going to bed with soaked panties makes you cringe. Still, the majority of your shameless insanity wins and you lift yourself to be brought flush to his bare chest as his strong arms curl around you and pull you closer.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel him against you. His warm chest solid and firm behind you, his arm heavy and secure in the way it holds you in place. You wish your body wouldn't react this way to something you used to platonically do every single weekend, but your core leaves you devastated by the way your thighs slip over each other already.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks again, "You're so tense."

Fuck.

" 'm fine," Your voice is a little bit more strangled than you thought but you hope it's enough to deter him from your deceiving body language.

"I'm sorry I haven't been myself with you lately," He sighs, his voice is gentle, his breath warm against the back of your neck running shivers down your spine, "I just- it's hard for me sometimes."

His fingers innocently play with the hem of your shirt while you try to remember how to focus on his words. The stupid crush you've harbored for your best friend since high school that you were absolutely certain had disintegrated, reappearing so rapidly in the past few hours that you wonder if it ever left at all and if the distance was just making you focus on something else instead.

"It-it's okay Hannie," You manage once you've finally taken a few breaths, "People change all the time. I'm just glad I could be here with you now."

Han is quiet after that, and you wonder if he's actually fallen asleep even though his heartbeat against your back is still loud as thunder.

"Can I ask you something?" You whisper, refusing to turn around but allowing your fingers to reach down to his forearm, gently grazing over his silky skin.

"Mhm?" His breathing is deeper than it was moments ago, and you hear him swallowing when you shift yourself to be able to lean up slightly.

"Why did you drift away from me?"

He takes a moment before he answers, his voice barely a whisper, "Guilt, I guess."

"I missed you when we separated for college. Not having you around had me searching for someone else to make me feel the same way you did. I kept looking, but none of them passed the test I didn't even know I put out. Until I realized that it was because they weren't you. But at that point, I also realized that I hurt you with how I was behaving, I knew it hurt when I became distant; I didn't know how to say sorry or fix it, so I guess I just decided to stop searching and wait."

His words feel like an anchor in your chest, the unspoken apology for the hurt you didn't know he noticed instantly lightening the somewhat hidden disappointment you felt towards him.

You realize something in his words, the confession to the very same thing you'd been struggling with during all of your relationships too, "What do you mean no one made you feel the same way I did? How do I- I mean, how did I make you feel?"

Han's breathing stills, his body gradually tensing behind you, "Not how a best friend should."

You frown, finally turning over so that you can see him, not realizing how close he actually is to you. You can see his eyelashes casting shadows over the apples of his cheeks as he looks down at you, his hair lazily draped over his forehead.

"What do you mean?" Your voice is gentle, careful not to break the crystal clear webs of electricity you feel between the two of you when your faces are this close to each other, your legs intertwined and your chests nearly touching, briefly wondering if you're the only one who feels it between the two of you.

Han's hand finds yours underneath the covers and he turns it to place it flat on his chest, the rapid drumming of his heartbeat tapping on the heated pad of your palm.

"Is-is this normal?" He asks, his eyes flickering between yours at the speed of light, big boba eyes widening.

You chuckle at him, he's never failed to be cute even in the most heartfelt of moments, and bring a smile to your face. He chuckles with you after a few moments, until you catch his eyes looking down at your lips, his legs curling around yours even tighter as he hesitantly draws you closer.

The air is deafeningly silent, the only sound being your breathing and the creatures of the night buzzing with life.

“I’ve also started to feel guilty because of how hot I think you are,” He whispers, and even though you don’t want it to, a nervous giggle breaks through your chest.

“Me? You think I’m hot?”

“Are you kidding? You’ve had one of the best glow-ups I’ve ever seen. You turn me on way too much for me not to feel guilty about it. Which is partly why I just stayed away completely.”

It bothers you that this is the reason why you drifted apart. As best friends who should share everything with each other, you kept your biggest secret from each other for who knows how long.

“That’s ridiculous,” You blurt out, “We drifted because of the attraction we have for each other?”

“Each other?” His voice is small, eyes shiny in the little slither of moonlight provided through the slightly open curtains, “You- think I’m hot too?”

You sigh, subconsciously cursing the guard you never have up in front of your mouth, “Maybe a bit too much.”

Both of you chuckle at the confession you just made, and for a moment you feel nothing but content and satisfied, relief washing over your chest and warming you when your laughter dies down and you find yourself looking at Han in a comfortable closeness. You had no idea confessing would feel this relieving, you feared awkwardness and guilt or even regret.

His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his forehead hesitantly resting on yours when he draws closer, "I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you," He whispers, his hand cautiously walking to your waist as he waits with a held breath, "Can I?"

Your breathing stops, and it feels like your heart does too, but your words come out instinctively, "You don't have to ask."

You close your eyes the moment your words fall from your lips before you can catch them again, your permission dangling in the air as a few beats of your heart thump in your ears. Then you feel the pillow underneath your head shift as Han moves, and gently, the tip of his nose against your own before his lips are pressed to yours.

The breath he releases is shaky and so is yours, his hands brought up to hold your face as he takes your breath away with how he kisses you.

You feel like you're floating. Like this is a vision, a dream some might say, that you would cry if you had to wake up from, yet he feels so real - so warm and so perfect.

He draws back, swallowing before licking his lips smoothly, "More?" He asks, your instantaneous and excited nod cut short by his lips once again.

Han kisses you deeper this time, the movements of his head causing yours to tip back but he holds you firm with his hand on the nape of your neck.

Your body, along with the guidance of Han's hands, guides you to messily climb on top of him while trying to kiss in between, your stomach churning the moment your core connects to his bulge in the motions.

"Fuck," He curses with a hiss, his eyes darting down to where you're connected, "This still okay with you?"

"I- uhm. W-would we still be friends after this? I mean, is-is this going to ruin our friendship?" You're embarrassingly breathless only after a few minutes of making out, but it doesn't phase you that much seeing as Han is just as breathless as you.

"I don't know. D-do you wanna stop?" He asks in return, concern laced in his words.

You realize at this moment that it might be best for your friendship to stop before it gets too far. You could always just be friends that kissed that one time.

But what if you regret not taking this moment and running with it like your gut says you should? What if you regret not indulging in this moment?

"No… I-I want this," Your voice is uncertain, there's a part of you that still is. But the majority of you feels like this is how it should be, "Do you? Do you want this too?"

Han blinks up at you, looking deliriously beautiful with his hair fanning out beside his face, his skin glowing. His fingers walk up the exposed skin of your legs, curling around your hips as he holds you in place and gently rocks up, the bulge in his boxers hard and solid when it connects to your clit in the gentlest nudge, "What d'you think?"

Another nervous laugh ripples through your chest, “I think you got a problem.”

“Yeah, I like you too much,” He chuckles.

His hands on your face pull you down to kiss him again before you respond, and he manages to smoothly switch your positions, him towering above you with the beautiful silver glow of the moon. His fingers tug on your shirt, and you sit up to help him remove it.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, “You’re gorgeous.”

His lips immediately dive down to place kisses all over your chest, settling on his belly as he looks up at you before taking one of your nipples in between his lips. Your body bursts out in goosebumps, temperature rising each second.

He alternates between the two of them, watching you cautiously as you squirm underneath his lips, they suckle and tug on the hardening buds and it feels way too good for you to comprehend he’s only teasing your nipples.

His lips disconnect from your chest, trailing slowly down your torso and halting when he’s at your shorts, his presence so close to your heat making you aware of how aroused you actually are.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers, his fingers hooking under the elastic of your shorts and you lift yourself for him to remove them.

Your knees suddenly draw closer, insecurities creeping under your skin like worms, “I-I’ve never, uhm. You’d be the first.”

The way you looks at you from between your legs that opened the instant his hand slid in between makes your chest pull tight, this eyes are warm and generous, gentle despite the hazy undertone, “I’ve got you, do you trust me?”

You nod your head, swallowing thickly. None of your exes have ever gotten to this point, some even begged to be where Han is now, but yet you spread your legs even further for him when his lips trail kisses down your inner thighs.

You’d heard about being going down on and how good it feels, but you’ve never experienced it before and you’re sure the instant Han’s lips kiss your clit like he kissed you you’d never want to unknow that feeling.

A tingling ripple shoots down your spine when his tongue darts out of his mouth and licks a stripe through your folds, a gasp ripping through your chest as your head falls back.

“You taste fucking incredible baby,” He whispers, and when you look down you see him focused intently on your throbbing core as if he’s in a trance, “Been waiting so long, fuck.”

Baby.

Something you'd been called before, but never has it mattered as much as it does now, you throw your head back as Han's tongue dips inside of you, squealing with delight at how it tingles.

He sucks on your clit messily, the sounds so sinful as he laps at your folds and groans and grunts right into your flesh, all adding to the building pleasure deep in your core.

His fingers clamp down on your thighs, creating dents as he holds you in place with no choice but to take the violent flicks of his tongue against your hardening bundle of nerves. Your hand flies down to grip his hair in warning, you've never been this close this quick before.

"Holy shit, 'm gonna cum already," You warn him, your hips instinctively bucking up to chase after your high, but he gives it to you just right by pulling you down and keeping you there, and with a final suck of his lips paired with flicks of his tongue, he makes you cum with a loud yelp rippling through your chest. Your hand flies over your mouth to cover your cries, slightly embarrassed at how loud you got.

It's pleasure one second and nearly overstimulation the next, your body shuddering as you gasp, but you don't come down far enough, stuck in a state of haziness. Han makes you feel intoxicated with lust, with something brewing in your chest that you've never felt before. Could it have been purposeful that you never let any guy get close to you? Were you waiting for Han all this time?

He sits upright, the tent in his boxers unreal in size with a pretty little dot of darkness where he's begun to leak. "H-how far do you wanna go?" He asks hesitantly, "I don't want to, uhm, I mean I do. But I don't want to hurt you, or, or y'know I-" He's so breathless, his chest heaving while his face glistens from your arousal, his hair messy and his face even messier, but there's a glow to him - a satisfaction.

"A-All the way?" You're just as breathless, both of you deciding stupidly that now, being slightly fucked out and adrenaline-pumped, is the time to talk about this, "If you wanna, of course."

"Fuck I-I so badly want to," Han nearly whispers, messily sliding his boxers down the curve of his ass as he drops them to the floor to join your clothes, and you involuntarily gasp when you see his dick. It's beautiful, one that you should actually take pictures of and use online as a model for toys or something. Pretty veins throb underneath the skin, he's solid and you know it's gonna be a stretch to take him.

"Are you sure you want this?" Han asks after shuffling closer and hooking your legs around his, his hands travelling up your waist reassuringly. You nod your head confidently, "I do, I really do."

He smiles at you, the first sign of being present and not sucked into the tentacles of lust that is easily blamed for something like this, he's genuine and sincere when he looks at you like this.

"I'll go slow okay? Tell me if it hurts too much."

And ever so gently, he slowly brings his tip to kiss your entrance, lazily dragging himself through your folds for that extra slickness just to ensure he doesn't hurt you, his jaw clenches with a hiss, "You're so warm."

It makes your stomach churn the way he's so gentle, so slow and so compassionate and focused on your heat as if it's the prettiest painting he's ever seen. You'd always known he was gentle, but you've never truly seen just how far his gentleness stretches until now.

His hand on your hip finds yours as he interlocks his fingers with yours, eyes still focused on his cock and the way it's being welcomed by your body, you squeeze on his hand when the tip nudges in, hissing at the foreign feeling yet loving how it makes you clench in anticipation while he fills you up.

"Okay, I'm in," He whispers after a while, his forehead beginning to shimmer with sweat in the moonlight while you wonder if it's from holding back or the actual humidity in the air.

"You can move," You give him the green light once you've gotten used to the feeling of being this full, your muscles still clenching repeatedly at the newfound sensation. Gently, Han slides out of you and then leans forward to stilt himself on his hands as he begins to set a pace.

It's a deep, slow, and controlled pace and it's making you feel delirious with pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation of each and every one of your spots that you didn't even know existed, being stimulated all at once.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Han whimpers, his hips stuttering along with his words.

"D-Does it feel good, Hannie?" You whisper, your fingers combing through his hair and he hisses at your words, arms nearly caving in as he moans a beautifully whimpered mhm.

His pace picks up, skin making contact now beginning to flood the room along with your and his rhythmic moans, both basking in the smothering pleasure the other provides. Your moans fill his ears and become fuel, a sound he's always wanted to hear and often found himself wondering too deeply about, yet here you are giving yourself to him like you're made for it.

"You feel so, so good, holy shit baby," He whines, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as he draws up, instantly speeding his hips up, your hands gripping his thighs as you feel yourself getting closer, pleasure causing your eyes to feel teary.

“You’re fucking beautiful like this, holy fuck,” He chuckles, and it makes your chest warm with how you’re very aware your hair is probably a mess, your face a little fucked out yet he still finds you beautiful. His head tips back, his neck beautifully on display as the moonlight shines through the slits of the curtains, shiny sweat dewing on his porcelain skin, the veins in his neck throbbing beneath the surface as a groan rumbles through his chest, “ ‘m close, fuck.”

His right-hand slides from your thigh to between your folds, wetting the pad of his thumb as he begins to draw circles over your clit, your legs instantly beginning to tremble, “That’s it baby, clench for me like that.”

His words have your eyes rolling back and your spine arching as your orgasm draws closer your nails scratching marks into his thighs and his sides as you clutch onto anything you can find, “Y-you’re gonna make me cum,” You warn, and it’s as if something ticks in his mind because Han begins to thrust into you even faster, drawing more elicit sounds from not only between your legs but from your lips too.

“Gonna cum with me, baby?”

You nod profusely, purposefully holding back on your threatening orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, c-cum with me baby, please.”

The band in your belly snaps the moment he says those words to you, the strokes of his cock just too much to handle and you finally let go with a cry almost as loud as a scream. You feel Han shudder and grunt on top of you, letting go of your clit and pulling out instead, stroking vigorously until his head falls back, his chest heaving heavily until he locks eyes with you, eyebrows draw together as he paints the skin of your torso with his release.

He squeezes his tip, ensuring he’s empty before gently slipping back into you, his arms trembling along with your thighs, a shuddering exhale escaping between his lips, “Holy shit.”

Your arms wrap around him as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the movement of your breathing causing chest against chest to brush against each other.

He leans up, looking at you before connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, passionately and it feels so euphoric that you feel envious of any other soul that got to see him like this before you.

Gently, he slips out of you, “Stay here for me?”

He returns from the bathroom just a minute later and wipes with what you assume is a warm cloth everywhere that you’re beginning to feel sticky, even endearingly cupping your heat to clean you everywhere. Each of his actions has you yearning with an ache in your chest, a need to always have him like this.

“You doing okay?” His voice is hoarse but still gentle when he crawls up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he curls into your body, perfectly fitting with yours.

“Better than I think I’ve ever been,” You chuckle.

“Do you regret it?”

Your chest pulls tight, your heart tensing up in the confines of your ribcage, “No? Do you?”

“Honestly? I’ve never been more satisfied with a decision I’ve made before. I’ve been waiting for you, and I‘m glad I did.”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering just a second longer, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut in the warmth of his arms.

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