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Free Use Jail Cell, Part 1

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Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 3k (part 1)

Chapter Summary: Officer Seo Changbin arrests you and has some one on one time with you before taking you to the station. You meet the other officers. (This chapter is Changbin focused, but a little bit happens at the end with the other officers.)

a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what I’ve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).

I refer to the officers as “Officer Hyunjin”, “Officer Minho” etc just to make it quick to identify the characters.

The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.

CW: planned fantasy role play, police arrest, nudity, unprotected sex in a semi public space, pain kink, roleplay pain, anal play, blow jobs, cum eating, name calling (both praising and degrading), reference to sexual acts, imprisonment, restraints (handcuffing).

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The lights of the police patrol car reflect in your rear view mirror, signaling for you to stop your car.

“Dammit.” You sigh as you pull your car over to the side of the road.

You watch in your side mirror as a police officer emerges from his patrol car, and your heart rate increases when you see the well built figure approach your window.

“Everything okay, Officer?” You say innocently.

“I’m gonna need you step out of the vehicle, Ma'am.” He says sternly.

“But I wasn’t speeding.” You protest as he opens your car door and pulls you out.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You writhe against him, but he’s too strong.

“No. But you’ve just resisted arrest, so you’re in big trouble little bunny.” He slams you front first against the side of your car and proceeds to handcuff your hands around your back.

“You’ve got the wrong woman, Dude!” You cry.

“That’s Officer Seo Changbin, to you.” He tears you away from your car abruptly and tugs you towards his police car. “In.” He throws you in the back of the car like a rag doll.

“But my car!” You wail, as he slams the door and hops into the driver’s seat.

“Shh. It’ll be impounded. Now not another word.”

“But you haven’t read me my rights! You can’t do this!”

But Officer SEO Changbin ignores you as he drives away.

After half an hour of you demanding he explain what you’ve actually been arrested for, and half an hour of being met with silence, Officer Changbin pulls off the main road and parks his car in a deserted space under a bridge.

Alarm bells go off in your head as you look around. The area is absolutely deserted. You frantically try to formulate a plan to escape. But even if you did escape, you’re fucking handcuffed.

The Officer opens the back door and slips in beside you, holding a tablet and stylus. “Y/n. Twenty five. Female. Submitted a ‘free use jail fantasy’. That is you, is it not?” He quirks an eyebrow at you.

You stare at the man, but remain silent. Isn’t that one of your rights?

Changbin sighs. “This is your contract. I need you to understand the terms of our engagement.”

He holds the tablet in front of you so you can read exactly what you signed yourself up for.

I, y/n, agree to being held prisoner in a police station setting, where eight men have the right to use my body how they see fit. This includes: degradation, humiliation, spanking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (includes use of fingers), double penetration, rough sex, use of props and restraints.

Please read below for further details.

You scroll through the rest of the pages. Details of the acts that may take place, photos of the men and their role, special interests and skills. They are fucking handsome as hell too.

What the fuck have you signed up for? It sounded good in your head. It sounded good when you applied. But now it’s real.. You gulp and look at the Officer.

“Sign here.” He points to the space at the bottom of page 12.

“Umm…” you nudge your head towards your restraints.

“Oh yes of course.” Changbin releases your cuffs, opting to secure them in front of you instead. You take the stylus and sign on the dotted line.

You only live once right?

“Great. So as of now you belong to us. Well, for the next 24 hours.” He says matter of fact.

You suck on your lower lip. “So, like right now you could get me to do…things?” You say in a small voice.

“Yes, that’s right. I could instruct you to do things. Or, I could just do things to you. Free use, remember?” He takes the tablet from you and places it next to him in the seat. Your eyes fall on his thick bicep and you feel an ache between your legs. He sits back, slouching against the backseat, and his eyes drop to your bare leg.

A heavy silence fills the car.

Changbin reaches out to squeeze your thigh, just above your knee and you hold your breath as his hand slowly slides up under your skirt.

“Show me your panties.” He whispers, lifting your skirt up. You open your legs for him.

His plush, pink lips part slightly. “Take them off.” He instructs.

You shimmy your panties off and wait for your next instructions.

“Unbuckle my belt.”

The chain of the handcuffs rattling, and his heavy breaths are the only sounds as you bring your hands to his belt. “Uunzip my pants and take out my cock.”

Your heart begins to race, and your mouth becomes dry, as anticipation and fear bubble in your stomach. Your fingers shake as you unzip his fly and pull his length through the opening of his boxers. Fuck, he is so thick. Your eyes flick up to his.

“Suck it.” He says, staring at you.

You take a deep breath and bring your mouth closer to the fat tip, wondering you you’d even be able to stretch your mouth around it. You kiss the slit. Changbin hisses. “Don’t tease.” He says with a gravely tone.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then along the shaft, moistening it up. But Changbin is impatient, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, indicating that he’s had enough of your chaste ministrations.

You stretch your mouth around his girth and sink your head down over him. God, he’s not going to fit. You’re going to choke.

“C’mon, deeper.” He pushes your head, coaxing you to take more of him. Your eyes immediately water, but you do your very best to suck him enthusiastically.

You feel his hand slide down your back and over your ass. You whimper when he lifts your skirt up and he spanks you on the ass. “Deeper.” He moans.

You lift off and take a big breath before taking him back in your mouth, forcing yourself to take even more of him. His fingers finds your pussy, sliding them through your wet folds. He gathers some of your arousal and brings the pad of his finger to your asshole.

“Hmm… you feel like you’re gonna be so tight. The boys are going to have fun stretching out this little thing. You won’t be able to sit for a week.” He chuckles.

You moan at the thought, excited to be used.

Changbin’s finger breaches the tight ring of muscle as he presses inside. It’s just to the first knuckle but it’s making you hungry for more.

“That’s enough for now.” He decides, withdrawing his finger and pulling your mouth off his cock. You sit up whining at the loss. “Are we going to go to the police station now?” You inquire.

Changbin scoffs. “Greedy little thing. Can’t wait for what’s in store for you.” He strokes your tear stained cheek. “We’ll go soon. But not until you ride me. Climb on.” He nods towards his cock. “I want first feel of your pussy.”

You straddle Officer Changbin, wrapping your still cuffed hands around his neck, and he holds his cock steady for you as you lower yourself down on him. “Fuck!” You squeak as you feel the tip against your entrance. “You’re so big Officer. I’m not sure I can take you.”

You swallow, looking into his eyes. There’s lust there. You can see it. He looks like he could hurt you, but there’s a kindness in his expression too, and you wonder if the other men will be like him?

“If you can’t take my cock, how are you gonna take two at once?” He whispers. “Sit on it. I want to feel your walls wrapped around my dick.”

“What if I say no? What happens?” You challenge him.”

“‘No’s not your safe word.” He grips your hips and slowly lowers you down onto his length. “Just keep your eyes on me, sweet thing. Shhh. I know Binnie’s thick.”

You shake your head. “It’s too big.”

“It’s gonna feel good. I promise. Let me stretch your tight little walls.” He breathes against your cheek.

You feel yourself stretching for him, slowly relaxing to accommodate his size. Inch by inch you feel him fill you.

“You are tight aren’t you? Fuck, like a vice.” He closes his eyes and tries to steady his breath.

You push yourself down all the way and pause.

Changbin opens his eyes again and lifts your skirt so he can see where you’re impaled on him.

“See. Look at that.” He says in awe. Your eyes follow his as you lift up slightly and lower yourself again, watching him disappear inside you.

“Bounce on me. Show me what a good little girl you are, and I’ll put in a good word in my report.”

He digs his hands into your ass cheeks, spreading them and using his grip on them to bounce you.

“I need you to scream for me. No one’s gonna hear you, but I want you to scream your lungs out anyway.”

He grips you tighter, and as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and slams you down. You cry out. “Again!” He growls as he slides you up his cock, and drops you back down. “Scream.”

You cry out, screaming loudly.

“Hurts doesn’t it, bunny?” He uses his hips to fuck up into you ferociously.

“N-no…feels goo-”

“Say it hurts. Scream like it hurts.” He growls and throws you off him and pushes your face into the car seat. He lifts your hips to meet his cock and thrusts into you forcefully. Every thrust is deep and hard. Your pussy feels stretched to its limits.

He’s relentless, pounding into you harder and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filling the car. The windows are steamed up, and you're certain the car is rocking wildly.

“Stop… please… too hard…it hurts…” you scream. But you don’t use your safe word. It actually feels incredible.

“Is Binnie too much, hmm? Poor little cunt struggling to fit me?” He mocks you.

You scream louder. He picks up the pace.

“Fuck…I’m coming!!!” You let out the loudest scream your lungs can muster, as you clench your walls around Changbin’s cock.

“That’s it, so nice and loud for me.” He helps you ride out your orgasm and then withdraws from your still quivering cunt.

“Good, compliant little bunny. Come, drink up.” He strokes your hair as he helps you turn around so you can wrap your lips around his cock again. He pumps the length a few times until you feel his hot, thick cum coat your tongue.

“Open. Show me.” The tilts your chin as you present to him your mouth full of semen. “Swallow it up for me.”

You keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow the thick, salty substance, and then open back up to show him.

“Good girl. We need to get you into your cell.” He smirks and gets back into the front of the car.

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It’s almost dark when you get to the police station and you’re feeling incredibly nervous about what lies ahead.

Changbin helps you get out of the vehicle, leaving your panties on the floor, and escorts you up the front steps of the building. It actually looks like a real police station too, and you wonder how on earth they managed to have access to this place.

The seven other men are waiting for you. They eagerly stand up from their desks as Changbin walks you past until you reach the cell at the far end of the room.

“In.” He grunts, removing your handcuffs and pushing you inside and slamming the door closed behind you. You quickly take in your surroundings. There’s absolutely nothing in your cell except a mattress with two folded blankets on top.

“So this is the sweet thing we have to break?” One of the men jeers.

“This will be fun.” Another adds.

You turn back towards the men, who are all lined up on the other side of the bars. They watch you. So many eyes. On you. Some look mean. Others look kind. You recognise each of them from the photos, and you know from your research you need to watch out for the ones named Seungmin and Minho.

“Y/n. Come meet the officers.” The Chef, Chan you believe his name is, says firmly.

You take a step forward.

“No.” He stops you. “First, strip.”

“Oh!” You squeak. You hesitate. Are you really ready for this? But there’s something thrilling about this situation, and you know, deep down, even though you’re nervous, scared even, you don’t want to stop. Your hands tremble as they grasp the hem of your top and you pull it over your head. Leaving your top half In merely a flimsy sheer bra.

“Fuck. She’s hot.” One of them men whistle under his breath.

“The skirt too..” Chan barks.

“B-but-“ you remember you’re not wearing underwear.

“Skirt. Off. I don’t like repeating myself.” Chan snaps.

You lower your eyes as you peel your skirt down and let drop it to the floor.

“No panties. What a slut.” Minho smirks.

You can feel all eyes on your bare pussy.

“Look at the officers before you y/n.”

You lift your head and look at the men.

“For the next twenty four hours these men own your body. They want your cunt? You let them have it. They want to fuck your ass? It’s theirs. They want to take you two at a time? Tie you up, use restraints? You do not resist. They feel they need to punish you? You take it willingly. They want to degrade you, humiliate you?”

Seungmin laughs at that.

“They can. If they want to treat you nice, be sweet, they’re allowed to do that too. But you don’t come without permission. They control your orgasms.”

Chan basically recites your submission request back to you.

“Alright. Come forward to meet the officers who will be taking good care of you over the next twenty four hours.”

You take a step forward. “On your knees.” Chan corrects you.

You drop to your knees, the floor is cold and hard, and you crawl over to where the men wait.

The one named Minho comes forward and presents his erect cock to you, sliding it through the bars. “Come say hello, kitten.” He says coldly.

You look up at him as you wrap your mouth around him, and he immediately takes hold of the back of your head to keep it still while he fucks your mouth. You hear several belts being unbuckled around you.

So this is the introductions then?

“Changbin and I will leave you to it.” Chan informs the group and he and Changbin leave you with the remaining six officers.

From what you can tell from the way Minho holds your head and watches you with intense eyes, is that the man can read your limits. He pushes in just enough to make you gag, but not quite making you choke. His rhythm is smooth and consistent, and when he cums you know he’s holding back a pretty moan. He’s definitely a dom, but one that really understands a sub.

Felix, the pretty and gentle blond, is careful with your face, he doesn’t push too far, and he lets you use your hand on him. But there’s a glimmer in his eye that tells you he doesn’t mind the kinkier side of things, or that he might like seeing you in pain.

Hyunjin. He doesn’t even have to speak and he’s got you blushing. Just the way he’s looking at you, his tongue licking his pretty lips, has you dripping down your legs. The man is beautiful, sensual, and the way he’s working with you as you work his cock, moving with your mouth and hand, makes you believe he finds sex to be about connection. You’re not entirely sure how that will play out.

Jeongin. Seems sweet and innocent, but his entire expression changes to demonic once his tip hits your throat. You’re not sure what he has in store for you, but you know it’s not going to sweet, and you find yourself imagining all sorts of scenarios with him.

Jisung is next. Confident, demanding with his cock. Mumbles “slut” a few times, and thrusts his hips erratically. He’s unpredictable, and you splutter when he pushes far too deep for you. A flicker of fear and concern crosses his features, and you get the urge to help him stay in the character he’s trying to portray. You moan enthusiastically, and he quickly recovers, fucking you without restraint.

Seungmin is last. He’s cruel with his words, and careless with his thrusts. He’s energy is cold, and you know that if you need to be punished, he’s the guy to give it to you. That is until he comes back with an oversized shirt and a tray of food, and asks you if you have any questions about the agreement.

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You sit alone in your cell and eat your dinner, wondering what the night will hold. You don’t have to wait long though, because Chan is walking towards your cell.

“Y/n. It’s time for your interrogation with Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin.”

Fuck.

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I love pirate skz!!!!!! @itsseohannbin you write so wonderfully. I can’t deal 🥹🥰

• The Blackened Heart • Part Five

A Han Jisung Mini Series

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

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

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

Warnings: Swearing. Violence. Jealousy. Mentions and depictions of death. Mentions and depictions of sexual intercourse. SMUT. Unprotected sex. Dom/sub dynamics. Mentions of blood.

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

Word Count: 6.7k

Enjoy!!

The distant sounds of muffled pleasure drifted down from above, carrying through the wooden beams of the brig like some ghostly torment sent to remind Jisung of what he could never have again.

He sat rigid on the cold, damp floor of his cell, shoulders hunched, hands curled into fists against his knees. His stomach twisted with ugly jealousy as he fought to ignore the unmistakable sounds of you and Lino indulging in each other's company three stories above.

He squeezed his eyes shut. He knew those sounds—he remembered them too well. He remembered the way your voice broke in moments of pure bliss, the soft, gasping moans only he had once been able to pull from your lips. The way your body would arch, the way your nails would rake down his back, the way you—.

Jisung forced his mind blank, biting down on his tongue until he tasted copper.

Across from him, Jeo sat on the old wooden stool that Lino had once occupied, hunched over the parchment, his brows drawn together in tight focus. He had dismissed Lino's pen and pulled a pencil from seemingly out of nowhere, twirling it in between his fingers as he tried his best to ignore the noise.

The man in the cell next to Jisung, however, lacked any such restraint.

Marrow Jack groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the damp stone wall. "How the hell do you guys sleep at night with all this... noise?"

Jeo didn't look up. "Hmm?"

"This! That!" Jack flailed his arms towards the ceiling as another particularly rough moan echoed down. "How the hell do you people live with this?"

Jeo barely spared him a glance.

"You get used to it. All of us do it, so why can't she?"

Jack let out a scoff at Jeo's words, dark amusement lacing his tone. "You all—?

"Not with each other, you prick," Jeo interrupted dryly. "Some of us are married. Some of us have children. And some of us find a warm body in a tavern and bring them back before remembering that privacy doesn't exist on a ship. Why should we deny the Captain if she wants to do the same? She's only human."

Another moan. Jeo grimaced. Just slightly. But Jisung saw it.

And so did Marrow Jack.

"Oh?" Jack leaned forward, his eyes now gleaming micheviously in the dim light. "What was that?"

Jeo frowned, finally glancing up from his paper. "What was what?"

"That," Jack pointed at him, his grin widening. "You grimaced."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

A loud, rhythmic thudding sounded above, the unmistakable sound of a headboard banging against the wall. Jeo's jaw tensed impossibly more.

Jisung watched as Jack's grin turned sadistic. He let out a dark, chilling laugh that had goosebumps rising on every part of Jisung's body.

"I know that look anywhere, kid. She’s a Captain, boy, she takes what she wants and discards what she doesn’t need.”

Jeo went back to his parchment paper, the tips of his ears now burning red. Jack didn't seem to understand Jeo's silence and pressed on anyway, irritatingly so.

"So tell me—are you jealous that they're up there having fun while you're stuck down here on watch? Or are you jealous of exactly who is up there having fun, hmm?"

Jeo's pencil snapped between his fingers, the tip of the lead cracking into nothing under the pressure Jeo had on it. Jisung inhaled sharply, sensing the shift in the air. He could practically see the steam rolling off of Jeo in waves.

Jack let out another long, slow chuckle, his voice dripping with amusement when he spoke next. "Oh, I get it. You're jealous of him. Fancy yourself the Captain, do you? Do you think your feelings matter? You’re nothing but a joke to her."

"Shut up," Jeo muttered. He was still hunched over his parchment paper with the broken pencil in hand, but Jisung noticed his eyes were squeezed shut, his shoulders bunched up with enough tension to snap a bone. Jack didn't seem to see the dangerous way Jeo was bursting at the seams, or if he did, he didn't seem to care.

"No, no. I get it. Have you seen her?" Jack went on without a care, as if he were speaking about the weather; as if the danger before his eyes was nothing more than an inconvenience to him. Jisung felt himself tense when the mention of you left Jack's mouth. As if he had any right to speak of you, and what he said next had Jisung biting his tongue in annoyance to keep himself from snapping the same way Jeo looked like he was going to.

"She's beautiful. Regal even. I don't blame you for being jealous of him. What I would do to ravish that body—"

"I said shut up!"

Before Jisung could blink, Jeo had lunged forward, grabbing Jack by the collar through the bars of the cell, and yanking him close. His eyes blazed with something raw and dangerous. Jisung stood from his spot on the ground as quickly as he could given his restraints, his pulse pounding.

Jack, however, only smirked, his gaze flickering between Jeo's flush face and the tight grip the younger male had on his shirt. Then, realization dawned on him. "Oh you've got it bad, don't you, little guy?"

Jeo's grip tightened, and Jisung took a step forward to—what? What could he do in a situation like this?

Jack tilted his head, his sadistic, curious expression shifting—slowly, wickedly— like a predator who had just caught the scent of something new. "Unless..." he dragged the word out, watching Jeo's eyes carefully. "Unless it's her you're jealous of."

Silence followed.

Jisung stiffened, staring with morbid curiosity.

Jack's smirk deepened at Jeo's silence. Jisung could see Jeo's large hands shaking with anger as they gripped Jack's old, ragged shirt. "Wait, both?"

Jeo's entire body went still. Then, with a growl so fierce Jisung would've thought it came from a wild animal, Jeo shoved Jack back, yanked open the cell door, and stormed inside, his dagger flashing as he pressed it against Jack's throat.

Jisung moved immediately, helplessly. "Whoa, settle down—"

"Touched a nerve, did I?" Jack laughed once, unbothered by the blade that was pressing hard enough into his skin to create a scarlet line beneath it. His yellowing teeth was on full display, and he looked so pleased with himself for the chaos he had brought. Not a care in the world.

Jeo's grip on the knife tightened. "You better shut the hell up right now." His voice was low, trembling with barely contained fury. "Don't say another word or I swear to God, I'll gut you right here."

The old bastard had the audacity to grin. "Ooh, I'm shaking,"

Jeo snapped. The blade flashed, a scarlet line appearing on Jack’s cheek. The sound of bone hitting bone echoed in the brig, sickeningly loud. The dagger was knocked out of Jeo's hands, sliding out of the cell and stopping directly in front of Jisungs, but Jisung barely registered the opportunity presented to him. Instead, he watched in horror as Jack’s teeth then flew, landing with a wet plop on the floor. The younger’s knuckles were raw and bloody, but he didn’t stop.

Each blow was a release, a purging of emotions he’d kept bottled up for too long. Jack’s screams were muffled, gurgling, a sound that made Jisung’s stomach churn, bile rising in his throat. Despite losing his biggest advantage, Jeo still had the old man pinned in a matter of minutes, his fist now drawn back, ready to strike again.

Jisung should've stepped in. Should've done something. But he didn't. He didn't even scramble for the dagger as he should've given his current circumstances. He just stood there and watched as Jeo slammed his fist into Jack's face. Again. And again. And again.

Blood splattered against the wooden floor. Jack's head jerked to the side, his lip split wide open, one eye already swelling shut. And still, Jeo didn't stop. There was no technique in his blows—just raw, unfiltered rage. Years of restraint and pent-up guilt snapped in an instant, unravelling into something ugly and desperate.

Jisung felt it. That darkness. The shame. The guilt. That festering emotion that came with sexual desire and the fact that gender didn't matter to him. He'd felt it all before himself. He knew that look in Jeo's eyes, felt it in the need to hurt, to break.

The sound of boots clattering down the stairs made Jisung's heart leap.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Chan and Binni rushed into the brig, their post-drinking grins vanishing the second they saw Jeo poised to murder the man beneath him.

Chan darted forward, grabbing Jack and shoving him against the wall, while Binni hooked his arms around Jeo's torso, pulling him backwards.

"Breathe, Jeo," Binni commanded, dragging him out of the cell. "Breathe. Settle down."

Jeo struggled for a second, his chest heaving, before finally going limp in Binni's grasp.

Jack groaned, coughing up blood, and spit in Jeo's direction. "Fucking brat."

Chan's gaze darkened, and without hesitation, he shoved the bottom of his boot into Jack’s stomach, sending the man hurling into the stone wall, where he crumpled on the floor, motionless.

Silence hung heavy in the brig, save for Jeo's ragged breathing.

Binni exhaled sharply and steered Jeo towards the staircase. "Come on, kid. Let's get you some air."

Chan watched them go before he turned to Jisung, his expression dark. He didn't say a word as he walked towards where Jeo's dagger had landed right outside the bars of Jisung's cell, still untouched. It wasn't until he picked it up, wiped the blade clean with the fabric of his shirt and sheathed it into an empty scabbard at his waist did he finally speak up.

"What the hell happened?" His voice was deep, rumbling, full of command and authority. Jisung flinched involuntarily at his tone.

Jisung hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "The old man ran his mouth. Said something he shouldn't have."

Chan narrowed his eyes, making Jisung feel like a tiny bug being watched under a magnifying glass. "What exactly did he say?"

Jisung swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the words pressing against his tongue. He glanced toward the stairs where Binni had disappeared with Jeo. He knew better than to blurt out something so personal—so dangerous.

"He—uh—he made some comments about your Captain. Provoked your crewmate," Jisung admitted, choosing his words carefully. "Pushed him too far."

Chan didn't move, didn't speak. He just studied Jisung with a look that made his skin itch. Then, after what felt like forever, Chan let out a slow breath and shook his head. "Can I trust you not to mention whatever he said to anyone else?"

Jisung's eyes widened in surprise.

Did the rest of the crew know of Jeo's feelings?

"How did you—"

"It's not a new subject. Only a select few of us know of his... feelings, but he refuses to mention it to anyone else. Doesn't want the others to look at him any differently; as if we ever could for something so minor."

Jisung swallowed roughly before Chan continued on.

"Still, can I trust you not to say anything else to anyone? I know it's a big ask for a prisoner like you."

Jisung was quick to respond.

"I wouldn't." he cleared his throat. "I won't. I swear."

Chan's sharp gaze lingered on him before his eyes flickered down to the space outside Jisung's cell, where the dagger had once laid.

"You had ample time to grab that," he muttered. "Plenty of opportunity to make a run for it. But you didn't. Why?"

Jisung tensed. He couldn't tell Chan the real reason—not without breaking the only rule you had given him when you brought him onto this god-forsaken ship. No one would hear about your past unless he wanted another blade to his throat. He needed an excuse.

"Nowhere to go," he lied with a casual shrug. "Your crew's got eyes everywhere. I'd be caught before I even made it up the steps."

Chan hummed, unconvinced. He tilted his head slightly, watching Jisung a moment longer before something flickered across his face. "I know you from somewhere. You seem familiar to me."

Jisung's breath hitched. "Do I?"

Chan opened his mouth to say more, but heavy footsteps interrupted him. A presence, commanding and unmistakable, loomed beyond the doorway.

Then, you arrived.

Lino followed closely behind, his sharp eyes immediately landing on Jisung with thinly veiled annoyance. You, however, looked past him, your gaze sweeping the brig until it landed on Marrow Jack's crumpled form.

"What the hell happened?" you demanded, tone all business. Jisung didn't miss the way your hair sported a messy, bedridden look to it, and his stomach churned with jealousy, though he remained quiet while Chan stepped forward.

He watched as Chan bent to whisper the situation into your ear, as if what happened was a secret of some sort. Jisung watched the way your eyes darkened at the news, the way fury etched itself across your face, the murderous smirk that curled up the corners of your lips. He barely recognized you.

"Did he now?" Your gaze flickered to Marrow Jack, who groaned on the floor, barely conscious. A slow, deadly smirk curled at your lips, making the hairs on the back of Jisung's neck stand up in terror. "Lino,"

Lino stepped forward at your command, reaching into his coat and producing a small dagger. Jisung stiffened as you entered the old mans cell and knelt beside Jack, your fingers ghosting over his bruised jaw.

"You made a mistake tonight, Jack," you murmured. "Several actually. First you get into a scuffle with Binni after refusing to leave me alone, and now you’re provoking my crewmates? That’s not very nice of you. But don't worry. I'll make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."

Jack let out a weak chuckle, blood dripping down his chin. "What—you gonna kill me?" he rasped. "Go ahead. Won't be the first time someone tried."

Your smirk widened, and Jisung's stomach continued to churn and twist at the sight before him. "Oh, I intend to. But I promise, it won't be quick."

You took the dagger from Lino and pressed the cold steel beneath Jack's chin, tilting his head back. Jisung watched, unable to look away, the feeling of nausea boiling in his abdomen. This was no longer you. This wasn't the girl he grew up with. This wasn't the woman he fell in love with and left behind. This was a warrior, someone who had witnessed too much death and faced too much destruction to ever fully recover from. And this wasn't a simple execution—this was a message.

Marrow Jack had signed his death warrant the moment he pissed Jeo off, and now he was about to pay the price.

Jisung swallowed hard. He had seen you angry, furious even, but this was different. He'd never seen you raise a hand to harm another being before in your life.

This wasn't you.

And for the first time since stepping foot onto this ship, Jisung felt true fear.

The first slivers of dawn had yet to touch the horizon, but you were still wide awake, submerged in steaming water that did little to wash away the weight in your chest. The dim candlelight flickered along the damp wooden walls of the small private bathing room attached to your sleeping quarters, casting long, wavering shadows that mimicked the ghost of Marrow Jack’s final moments. The scent of sandalwood and salt clung to the humid air, an attempt at drowning out the metallic tang of blood that still lingered in your senses, a phantom taste on your tongue.

Lino sat beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, quietly wringing out a cloth that was dying the water pink. The muscles in his forearms flexed with each motion, veins catching in the low light. He had been tending to you in silence, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something softer, something almost tender. He ran the warm cloth over your shoulder, cleaning the dried streaks of crimson that had settled there. His fingers, deft and experienced, traced gently over the bruises that had begun to form, his touch lingering slightly longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You know,” he started, voice light but deliberate. “I’m starting to think we should get a designated murder room installed below deck. Save us the trouble of using that old storage bunker every time.”

You exhaled sharply, a laugh threatening to bubble despite yourself. “A murder room?”

“Yeah. Somewhere more… soundproof. Less drafty.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “And maybe closer to the bathing quarters. Would’ve saved me from having to peel you out of those blood-soaked clothes and carry you here.”

You shot him a look, but the ghost of a smile played at your lips. “I walked here on my own just fine, thank you.”

“Sure, Cap.” Lino drawled, dipping the cloth into the water again. “You were so steady on your feet that you almost face-planted into the second-floor railing.”

You leaned your head back against the rim of the brass tub, closing your eyes. The water sloshed softly as you shifted, its warmth doing little to ease the knots in your muscles.

“I didn’t want them to see,” you said quietly. Lino hummed, rubbing slow circles along your arms with the cloth.

“I know.”

You didn’t have to elaborate for him. You knew he already understood with just those six words. No one needed to witness the carnage, the way Marrow Jack had screamed until his voice gave out, the sickening crunch of bone beneath yours and Lino’s fists, the way his body had twitched before going completely limp.

The old storage bunker at the furthest end of the ship had been the best place for it. Isolated. Out of sight. Not that there had been much of a body left to discard when the two of you finished. By the time you and Lino hauled what remained of Jack above deck and overboard, the tides had taken him without questions, swallowing the evidence of your wrath as though he never existed at all. You doubt anyone in Cliffpoint would notice or care for his absence.

“It wasn’t just for Jeo,” you found yourself admitting after a moment of silence. You don’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself, Lino almost always understood you, and in those rare moments when he didn’t, he didn’t ask for an explanation. Maybe it was just because you were trying to convince yourself that what had transpired in the last few hours was the right call. You never usually lose your cool like that, but when someone threatens the livelihood of your crewmembers, your vision always turns red.

“I mean, it was. Nobody should attack and beat down another person's being like that for the sake of personal enjoyment. I can’t imagine how Jeo would’ve felt if his secret got out. But there’s more to it.”

You turned towards Lino and stared into his dark brown eyes, searching for the judgement you knew you’d never find but still feared anyways. His eyes only shone back at you like you held the world, hanging onto every single word you spoke with mock casualness.

“I’ve been wound so tight ever since Jisung made his appearance back in my life again, and it was too much. Violence is all I know. It’s the only way I could let it all out.”

Lino made a snorting sound that replicated offence at that last statement, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through your damp hair. “My body isn’t enough to help you relax, so you resort to murder? That’s preposterous.”

You smirked, tilting your head slightly to glance back at him again. “You’re good Lino, but you’re not that good.” You teased.

Lino chuckled, his breath warm as he leaned in against the shell of your ear, the cloth in his hand momentarily forgotten. “That so, hmm? Sounds like I need to remind you what I’m capable of.”

He leaned in closer again, fingers sliding down the length of your spine, pressing into your tense muscles. A shiver ran down the length of your body that had nothing to do with the cool breeze flowing in from under the door. Heat pooled in your belly. He was intoxicating. The way he touched you, the slow, deliberate drag of his hands over bare skin. The intimacy was familiar, easy, a dance you had performed a hundred times over, but this was different. Tonight, it was something deeper, something more than just bodies seeking comfort.

You sighed, allowing yourself to sink into his touch, allowing yourself this moment of indulgence before the weight of your responsibilities came crashing back down. What those responsibilities were, you had no clue, because the moment Lino’s lips found purchase at the spot beneath your ear, your mind went blank.

You shifted in the tub, subtly trying to pull him closer, to guide his hands towards the fastenings of his shirt.

Enough with the cleaning, you thought, a flicker of impatience crossing your features. It’s time for something else.

The warmth of his breath, the subtle scent of his skin, the gentle pressure of his lips —it was a sensory overload that washed away the lingering tension, the phantom weight of the dagger, the ghost of Jack’s rough skin.

You didn’t care if you were still sore from the way Lino had handled you earlier in the night before Binni interrupted, banging on your bedroom doors while screaming something about an emergency and that you were needed in the brig. You didn’t care, you just needed him again.

But Lino, with gentle firmness, pulled away, his eyes meeting yo urs with a knowing glint.

“Patience, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down your spine. “There’s still a bit of... evidence to remove.”

A sigh of playful disappointment escaped your lips. “Spoilsport,” you muttered, but a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“He made quite a mess,” Lino then murmured as he dipped the cloth into the water again, his voice low and even, a rumble that vibrated against your nerve endings.

A flicker of amusement danced in the depths of your eyes, which in turn, made Lino’s smile widen. “He had it coming.”

“Indeed.” Lino’s touch was feather-light. His fingers lingered on the curve of your neck. “Though I confess, I was surprised by Jeo’s…enthusiasm.”

“He’s been bottling it up for too long,” your gaze drifted to the flickering candle on the nearby table, the dancing shadows casting an ethereal glow.

Everyone has their breaking point.

“Everyone has their breaking point.” You whispered aloud into the brief silence. Lino paused, his fingers on the nape of your neck, sending a wave of warmth through you.

“And yours, Captain? Where is it?”

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes, dark and knowing, held a silent challenge now. He knew you all too well. Too much to ever find it.

“Somewhere you’ll never find it, Lino.” A playful smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth again.

Lino raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge. “Oh, is that so?” He moved to rinse the cloth again, the warm water swirling around you, the gentle lapping a soothing rhythm in the quiet of the room.

“Mmh-hmm. I prefer to keep some mysteries about myself.” You said, your voice husky, turning back to the tub. “Besides, you’re far too good at unravelling them.”

A soft chuckle escaped Lino’s lips, a warm breath back against your ear. He couldn’t stay away even if he tried. “Perhaps. But some mysteries are worth the pursuit.” He began to wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp, sending waves of relaxation through you. “Especially those that are…particularly enticing.”

The scent of your shampoo, a blend of lavender and rosemary, filled your senses, mingling with the steam and the lingering scent of sandalwood. You closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the sensation, the gentle pressure of his fingers. “You have a way with words, Mr. Lee.”

“Only with you, Captain.” His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath ghosting across your ear, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “Only with you.”

A charged silence fell between the two of you, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water, and the soft crackle of the candles flame. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the growing tension in the room.

He knew how to touch you, how to make you forget everything but the moment. And even though you guys had indulged in each other countless times before, he was still able to make you fly like it was the first time all over again.

“You know,” you said, your voice a playful challenge. “I’ve always found you to be rather…presumptuous.”

“Presumptuous?” Lino’s fingers stilled. “Or merely… confident?”

“There’s a fine line between the two.” You tilted your head up, your eyes meeting his. “And you, Lino, have a habit of blurring it.”

He leaned closer again, and the scent of him, a mixture of salt and something uniquely Lino, filled your senses. He was always such a tease. “Perhaps I enjoy walking that line.”

Your breath hitched, a sudden sharp intake of breath as he drew closer, his lips hovering above yours, close enough to feel his breath in your mouth, but far enough away to leave you wanting more. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the silent promise of something more, something dangerous. “And if I were to... push you off?” you whispered.

“I trust you’d catch me.” Lino’s eyes darkened, his gaze locking with yours, a silent promise in their depths. “Or fall with me.”

The air crackled with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that made your skin tingle with delight. You reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the rough stubble grazing beneath your fingertips.

“You always were a fool for risks.”

“Only for the right ones.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours ever so slightly. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. “And you, Captain, are the greatest risk of all.”

Before you could let out a snort and tell him he was being too cheesy for your liking, his lips met yours in a searing, desperate kiss that completely stole the breath from your lungs. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, of passion, of a connection that ran deeper than words could express, a silent language you both understood.

Lino’s hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you closer, and deepening the kiss. His hands tangled in your damp hair, your fingers raked through his, your body arching against him, the warmth of the water forgotten in the heat of the moment. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of you. The faint tang of blood, the lingering violence, the prisoner still sitting below deck much to your dismay, they were all washed away by the intensity of his skin on yours.

It took no time at all to rile him up with the feeling of your tongue against his. Within minutes of you two kissing each other, holding each other, devouring each other in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand, Lino had pulled you further out of the water, his arms wrapping around your torso, squeezing at the skin before it even left the confines of the tub. His hands searched your naked body as he pulled you to your feet, his lips never leaving yours even while he bent his knees slightly and sunk his palms into the skin of your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his clothed waist.

You wasted no time rubbing your naked heat against the fabric of his shirt, the buttons of his pants, the bulge of his cock that stood at full attention from the feel of your body on his. Anything to help the burning need in your abdomen. You didn’t care if you were getting his clothes wet with your desperate juices or from the water of your bath, and Lino didn’t seem to care either. Your actions only seemed to egg him on.

A loud cry fell from your mouth as Lino suddenly rocked his hips upwards, shoving the tip of his shaft so roughly into your core that he almost entered you regardless of him still being fully clothed. He did so again, smirking against your mouth when you moaned another time. You then took a moment to swing your hips forward so his cockhead hit your precious little nub that was begging for friction. A whine escaped your mouth this time as you repeated that action again, and again, and again.

“Lino, please,” you cried against swollen lips, your hands pulling at his hair so roughly in an attempt to ground yourself. Lino licked into your open mouth and pushed you against the wall of the private room. He let out a low, sexy growl before attaching his lips to your neck, where he licked and sucked and bit you without mercy. He was still rocking his hips at a slow pace, prodding his fully clothed hard-on against your dripping core. The sounds you let out were like music to his ears, and it only encouraged him to continue.

“You like when I play with you like this, Y/n?” he all but growled into the silence of the humid room. “You like it when I toy with your sanity like this, hmm?”

His words sent heat shooting through your body, the wooden wall digging into your back so deliciously that you had to lean your head back and try to catch a breath before you passed out. Your hips were moving on their own accord, grinding against Lino’s in a dance that had you seeing stars, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You clutched onto his shoulders, that pool of lava in your belly finally erupting into scorching hot bliss as you prepared to cum all over his trousers. But before the volcano could erupt, Lino stopped his ministrations, stopped his movements, held you still so you couldn’t move another inch. He ripped the orgasm away from you so swiftly you almost came regardless at the loss of contact.

“You really think I’d let you go that easily, Cap?” he snarled in your ear like an animal on the brink of control. His eyes had darkened to blackness, eyelids hooded with lust and cheeks flushed with arousal as he pulled away from you and stared at you in wonder.

You smirked at the devilish look in his eyes, revelling in the dominating way he was watching you, observing you, picking you apart at the seams with just one glance.

“I think after the night we just had, you’d at least go a little easy on me,” you countered as you tried to move your hips against his despite the strong grip he had on your waist. Lino let out a low, dark chuckle.

“Have I ever been known to go easy?” he questioned with a raise of his brow. The look on his face was so dark, so domineering, so sexy, that you found yourself melting into a puddle.

“No,” you breathed out, voice raspy and desperate.

“So what makes you think I’ll go easy on you now, hmm?”

Before you could say another word, Lino pulled away from the wall, keeping you upright and firm in his hold, and pushed open the door to enter your sleeping quarters again. You expected him to throw you on the bed like a ragdoll just like he had done so many times before, but instead, he barely made it three feet before he was setting you on the closest piece of furniture, which was a low wooden cabinet meant to serve as a wardrobe.

The second your bottom hit the surface, Lino was on his knees with his face between your thighs, his large, veiny hands holding your legs apart while his nose bumped your sensitive clit. You let out another whine at the feeling of his breath hot on your pussy. Your hands found their way into his already knotted hair, trying to pull him into you with a desperation so deep you could feel it in your bones.

“Please, Lino,” you said again, repeating the same yearning cry from before. “Please.”

Lino smirked up at you through his eyelashes, rubbing his nose in the delicate hairs surrounding your hole. His nose caught onto your clit several more times, eliciting another cry from you. You were so sensitive it was painful.

“Beg for me one more time, Baby,” he demanded, his voice gravelly. You wasted no time obeying him, begging him to just do something before you exploded. With one last chuckle at your pathetic state, Lino laid his tongue flat against your pussy and applied all the pressure he could muster.

A sigh of relief left your system at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your body. Your hips jumped forward, chasing the feeling you loved so much. The feeling of him completely ripping you away from reality. He licked, and licked, and licked some more, not bothering to come up for air. He breathed in through his nose, driving his tongue into your slit, fucking you with the urgency of a man who hadn’t had water in days.

And when you felt the tips of his fingers prodding at your entrance, tickling your nub with the lightest of touches, you finally exploded on his tongue. You came all over his face, your essence dripping down his chin. You felt him smile against you before he inserted two fingers, not giving you a moment to rest.

He removed his tongue and stared up at you like you were his night sky, his fingers dragging in and out of your tight hole as quickly as his tongue had worked you. His thumb reached up to rub your puffy clit again, and you felt yourself screaming from deep within. You didn’t give a single shit in that moment if the world woke up to the sound of you. He was making you feel way too good to stop and consider anything else.

Lino then maneuvered himself to a standing position, his fingers still deep in your cunt, before he pressed his body against you, his mouth at your ear.

“You feel that? You feel how deep my fingers are?” he rasped, nibbling your earlobe as his fingers picked up their pace, drilling into you so deep you could practically feel them in your throat. Another orgasm was quickly building up, and you had no choice but to let it come, despite the oversensitivity that already had you shaking. “That’s going to be my cock soon, driving you to the brink of insanity. Going to shove this cock s’deep into your little cunt, you’ll have no choice but to let me engrain myself into your entire being.”

If his fingers weren’t already driving you to pass out from the pleasure, his words would’ve done the trick all their own. The whines and moans and pleads spilling from your lips were delicious, and Lino swallowed them up like it was his last day alive.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep, Captain, you’ll have to carve me out if you ever want me to leave. And I promise, I won’t make it easy on you.”

With that last sentence leaving his mouth followed by a low whine, Lino pulled his fingers out in one swift motion before he slammed his cock into you, rocking your body into the wall at your back as you came all over him a second time. You didn’t even realize he had taken his trousers off. And again, he didn’t give you a seconds break. As if you wanted one, though. You always loved the way he completely tore you apart without a care.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” You cried, your arm coming up to wrap around his neck, to pull his face closer to yours, to attached your lips to his in a dirty, messy kiss.

Your tongues battled for the upper hand as Linos arms hooked themselves under you legs and he hoisted them up, driving himself into you at an angle so deep and so delicious it took everything in you not to pass out from the pressure.

“Gon’ fucking cum soon, baby.” Lino gasped as he glanced down to watch the way he entered you over and over again. The way your pussy swallowed him whole with no restraint.

“You’re so fucking good t’me Cap. Letting me in this pussy any time I want. This pussy is so perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

You felt your entire body soar from his praise, his use of the word ‘baby’, the way he spoke your title like it was hottest and dirtiest title you could’ve been given. You loved the power you had over him, and the power he had over you. He always made you feel like you were standing on the edge of the world.

Right now, though, you were teetering dangerously on that edge, your body threatening to tumble to its end if he didn’t make you cum again soon, and another desperate cry was all the encouragement Lino needed.

Without warning, Lino pulled out of you, dropped to his knees, and shoved his mouth back onto your abused hole, licking you to your ultimate demise. The groan that left his mouth, that vibrated against your heat, sending waves of shock up your spine, told you he was coming too, most likely into his trousers like a filthy teenage boy.

And that was the final straw you needed to cum one last time, the blinding white light of pure bliss taking over your vision and making you feel like you were floating on clouds. Lino drank you up, grinning against your sensitive skin as you gave him more and more of yourself. Your breathing was erratic, chest rising and falling to a beat so fast you felt like you’d been running for miles.

After what felt like an eternity, your vision cleared, and you found Lino once again standing in front of you, his dark eyes softer now, steady and patient as he waited for you to come back to him.

Your breath was still uneven, your body still trembling in the aftermath, but his presence—solid, unwavering—was a tether to reality. He reached out, brushing the damp, tangled strands of hair away from your face, his fingers gentle against your heated skin. Then, with a tenderness that nearly undid you, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

It was so soft, so sweet —so drastically different from the way he had just unraveled you—that it almost felt unreal.

“Bedtime?” he murmured, his voice dipping into something familiar, something safe.

You managed a small nod, your heavy lids fluttering closed as exhaustion pulled at you. Lino chuckled under his breath, kissing your forehead once more before carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and slipped away, the absence of his warmth made you shiver slightly, but before you could reach for him, he returned, a damp cloth in hand.

He moved with quiet care, wiping away the remnants of your shared pleasure, his touch reverent, as if memorizing the curve of your body all over again. When he finished, he discarded the cloth and joined you beneath the blankets, gathering you into his arms without hesitation.

Wrapped in his warmth, your head resting against his chest, you felt the steady rise and fall of his breath. His fingers traced absentminded patterns along your spine, lulling you into the haze of sleep.

“Sleep, Captain,” he murmured, voice drowsy. “I’ve got you.”

Safe, secure, and impossibly warm, you let yourself sink into the darkness, held firmly in the arms of the only other person—aside from him—who could ever make you feel this way.

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Free Use Jail Cell, Part 4

MDNI // 18+ content

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Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: ?k (part 4)

Chapter Summary: Officer Jeongin takes you from your cell to do depraved things to you in the station shower.

Important Trigger Warnings ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Contains CNC, fear play, knife play, blood kink, piss kink (I’ve put the following emojis at the beginning and end of the part containing piss so you can skip if you prefer ‼️⚠️�� ), oral sex, p in v sex, anal penetration with and object, use of color code safeword system, degradation, no aftercare.

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“Get up!” A stern voice penetrates your sleep and you yelp when you feel yourself being dragged by your hair.

“Ahh!” You cry out and open your eyes. You’re met with a sinister smirk and dark eyes. “Wakey wakey.” He hums as your eyes widen in terror. Officer Jeongin. Why does this young man look like a demon? Or a psychopath?

You swallow hard. Your mouth is so dry.

Then without a word, he drags you naked from your cell. “Where are we going? What are you going to do to me?” You squeal desperately, flapping your limbs around.

“You need to piss, and you need to wash that dried cum off you.” He replies matter of fact.

You’re dragged past the main station area where the desks are, and then past the interrogation room where you had been earlier. Your mind flicks back to Detective Minho and Officer Seungmin and your pussy clenches.

Officer Jeongin barges through a door at the end of the hall and pushes you inside. You fall to the floor, your naked body slamming hard against the cold tiles. You immediately curl into a ball. What the actual fuck is happening? What have you got yourself into?

You sneak a look up at the officer as he steps inside the room and pushes the door closed behind him. A thrill courses through you. A mix of terror and arousal. You know this is going to be sexual, forceful, degrading.

Officer Jeongin nods his head to towards the toilet behind you, and you scramble over to it and try to relax enough to relieve yourself, using the moment to look around the bathroom. A urinal on the opposite wall to where you’re seated, a porcelain sink to the left of it either a small mirror attached to the wall above it. To your left is a shower stall with a pale blue shower curtain.

Your eyes drift back to the officer who hasn’t taken his eyes off you. You cough uncomfortably and proceed to finish your business. Once you’re finished you wash your trembling hands at the sink, soaping them and rinsing them before looking up to meet your reflection in the dirty mirror. You’re really here. You’re really living out your ultimate fantasies. You’re really going to get fucked in a filthy bathroom by a deranged, hot, pretend police officer.

At that exact moment Officer Jeongin’s face appears in the reflection behind you. Your eyes widen in fear as he presses a knife against your neck and his body presses against yours. Your stomach is pushed against the cold porcelain of the sink uncomfortably. He has an erection. You can feel it against your back.

“Now listen to me very carefully.” He whispers against your ear, his menacing eyes locking on yours in in the mirror.

“You are going to do exactly as I say. You’re not going to fight me. You’re not going to scream. You’re going to let me do… everything. I. want.” He licks your ear causing goosebumps to form over your entire body.

“Got it?” He smiles brightly with a twinkle in his eye.

You swallow and nod.

“Good. Now get in the fucking shower. You smell too much like a cum slut.”

With the knife still pressed to your neck, Officer Jeongin turns you and pushes you into the shower stall, forcing you to your knees facing him while he flicks on the shower taps. You whimper as the cold water hits you, but you’re thankful that it warms up quickly. You watch as his hands reach for his belt buckle, undoing it and retrieving his cock. Your immediate thought is that he’s going to make you suck it.

“You’re such a filthy little thing… all that dried cum on you.” He clicks his tongue. “So I’m going to treat you like you deserve. Like a pathetic little whore.”

‼️⚠️💦 A stream of piss hits your chest, surprising you and making you flinch.

“Is this what you like, hmm? Like to be treated like filth?” He laughs manically as he continues to urinate on you.

You sob loudly as his urine hits your body and runs down between your breasts. It’s so utterly filthy. The entire scenario makes you feel pathetic. You shouldn’t want to feel this way. Why does it turn you on so much when it’s making you cry? Is it because it’s helping you forget - no, let go - of all the anxieties and emotions you keep inside? Is it because you have always wanted to be degraded in this way? Is it that you just don’t want to think, or do, anymore? ‼️⚠️💦

You’re not given much chance for introspection because Officer Jeongin is pulling you up to your feet as he steps inside the shower fully clothed, save for his cock out.

“Turn around. Against the wall.” He growls, manhandling you with ease. Your cheek is pressed hard into the tiles and the knife is back at your throat. You’re trapped with no way to escape. You whimper, an actual, real feeling of dread seeps through your body. What if he actually hurts you?

Using the arm he is holding the knife with, he holds your body in place with his forearm across your shoulder. His other hand slides the head of his cock up and down through your ass crack.

You close your eyes preparing for when he penetrates you, but voices at the door cause him to pause.

“Not a sound little mouse.” He whispers as the bathroom door opens and two men enter. They can’t see you due to the shower curtain, and as far as they know, it’s just an officer having a shower.

Officer Jeongin releases his cock and unclips something from his belt. A baton, you assume, when you feel cold metal slide through your folds. You eyes ping open and you try to stay as quiet as possible as he pushes the tip of the baton into your ass.

You’re shaking. You want to cry out, push him away, maybe use your safe word. But at the same you want to whimper and push your ass back onto it for more and have him make you take it.

“So I’m assuming Jeongin’s taken her somewhere for some fun.” It sounds like Changbin’s voice.

“Then it’s the Aussies, then we all get one more chance with her.” The second voice adds. It sounds like Officer Han and you want to call out to him. But you also… don’t want to. You’re confused as fuck right now.

Jeongin pushes the object a little further into your ass, and despite your fear and racing heart, your eyes roll back into your head. The stretch, fuck it feels good.

You almost let out a moan when he pulls the baton out slightly and then thrusts it back in harshly. You bite your lip drawing blood, and Jeongin leans in to lick it off. “Shh. Don’t fucking make a sound.” He whispers when the two officers start to laugh uncontrollably about something someone did at lunch.

You nod vigorously, making sure Jeongin knows you aren’t going to make a peep, then he starts to actually fuck you with the baton. You’re fully aware that the blade is so close to your skin that if you make a sudden move, or sound, you risk being cut. Officer Jeongin doesn’t seem the type to be fazed by a little violence or blood. The thought scares you, and you try to run your mind over which boxes you ticked on your application. Did you sign up for knifeplay? Blood kink? Fuck! You don’t even know!

The voices quieten as they eventually exit the bathroom. Leaving you alone with Jeongin.

“Time to tear you to shreds.” He sneers.

“Orange!” You cry out of nowhere, surprising yourself as well as Jeongin.

He lets go of you immediately, pulling the baton from you and turning you around. His entire demeanour shifts to concern and gentleness.

“Tell me what you need.” He says kindly.

You blink rapidly. You don’t even know why you even said it. He wasn’t hurting you. It felt good. But…

“I-I guess I just w-wanted to make sure you’d stop…if I need you to.” You stammer.

That’s it. You just need reassurance that if things went too far he’d honour your wishes. “You play your role so well…that…you seem like an actual psycho.”

He chuckles softly. “It’s okay, y/n. I don’t want to do anything against your will. And, look.” He flips the knife, grabbing it around the blade and squeezing a fist around it. “It’s not even real.” He grins.

How the fuck did you not notice? Upon closer inspection it’s obvious, but his acting made it feel so real.

You sigh, taking in the man in front of you. Drenched with his police uniform sticking to his body. “I want you to keep going.” You declare. “But for fucks sake take these soggy clothes off.”

He tilts his head and the deranged look is back. But this time you trust him entirely and you allow yourself to give in to both the fear and pleasure wholeheartedly.

Jeongin flips the knife again, holding the handle and pointing the tip of the faux blade to the little hollow at the base of your base of your neck. He licks his lips as he drags the knife down your chest, between your breasts, and down your stomach. Your breath hitches as the blade reaches your pubic bone.

“You know,” he whispers as he runs the blade edge between your folds. Your chest heaves, and your hands find purchase on the tiled wall behind you. “I have a real knife, if you want to play with that too?” He locks eyes on you.

“Yes.” You whimper.

“Yes, what?” He leans in and kisses your neck. Fuck! You’re so wet you can feel your slick between your thighs even with the shower still running.

“I want you to fuck me while you hold a real knife to me.” You cannot believe the words that just came out of your mouth. One minute you were frightened and now you’re asking for a real, actual knife - that actually cuts skin!

He looks at you long and hard. Then slips the fake knife in his belt. His fingers grasp another item, and as he pulls it out your eyes bulge. It looks shiny, so very sharp. So real.

“Undress me then get on your knees.” He demands and shuts the water off. You unbutton his shirt, pulling it from him quickly, as he slips off his belt and shoes. Then you remove his trousers as you drop to your knees.

He grips a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, his other holds the knife close to your neck.

“Choke on it.” He instructs.

You open your mouth allowing him to thrust into your mouth. He’s rough with his motions, forcing you take all of him repeatedly. You’re starting to shiver from the cold now the water has been shut off, and your making the most obscene choking sounds as your throat is used in such a brutal way. He seems to get more aggressive as tears fall down your cheeks. You feel like a filthy slut. You feel dirty and used.

“You look like you were made to take cocks down your throat.” He pants. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you sucked the other officer’s dicks earlier. Ngh…such…a…slut.” He punctuates each word with a hard deep thrust. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.” He hisses.

“Up. Face the wall. Hurry.” He manoeuvres you back into the position you were in earlier, with your tits pressed against the cold tiles and the side of your face smashed against the wall.

He kicks your legs apart and sinks himself into your sloppy, desperate cunt, and fucks you deep and hard without any moment to adjust. But you’re so wet that there’s no resistance.

He’s so long that he hits your cervix hard every single time making you cry out on each impact.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? A cock deep in your cunt. So many cocks have been in here today. I’ve never seen anything like it. Insatiable slut.”

He’s right. So many cocks have been inside you today. And you want more. You want to be fucked over and over by these men.

Jeongin starts to fuck you harder and the knife digs into your neck, cutting the skin slightly. You cry out, but it’s not in pain. It’s in pleasure and when he nicks you again you scream and come hard around the police officer’s cock.

Jeongin laughs manically while he continues to pound into you. “You’re so fucking sick. Coming like that because I made you bleed.” He whispers low against your ear.

He pulls out and you turn and slide your back down the wall, collapsing from the intensity of your release. You feel blood trickle down your skin.

Officer Jeongin hovers over you, and with his thumb swipes the blood from your body and takes it into his mouth. He’s just as sick as you.

He pumps his cock until thick ropes of cum splatter across your face and he growls in satisfaction at his work.

He leans down with one last instruction. “Stay here and count to fifty before you even think about moving.”

Then he’s gone, leaving you in an exhausted heap on the shower floor. You’re covered in cum, blood, tears and a satisfied fuck out feeling buzzing through your body.

…….

A/n: this honestly didn’t turn out as good as I wanted it to, but I really wanted to give you something. I am so sorry if it was a bit rushed, or not as dark as you were expecting. This type of smut is challenging for me to write.

>>> next up… the Aussies 🥰 (spoiler double pen one hole 🤭)

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A Friend in Need

You’ve finally had enough of your cheating bf and want to forget about him. Your friend Minho is more than happy to help you do just that.

Pairing: soft dom Lee Minho x fem reader

Trope: friends to Fwb?

Read time: 12 minutes approx.

MDNI // CW under the cut.

CW: alcohol, masturbation, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing, face riding, unprotected sex, choking, cream pie, soft dom /sub. Slight body insecurity.

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“So are you sitting on my face or am I fucking you over a table?” Minho grinned as you opened your front door greeted him. “I’ve got wine, condoms, and…” he looked in the plastic bag he was holding, “batteries for your toys. As requested.”

“Let’s start with the wine, I think.” You took the wine from him and made your way to your couch where you had two wine glasses waiting amongst a mountain of scrunched up tissues.

“Start with the wine?” Minho questioned. “I thought I was just picking up a few things you needed. Oh Shit!” Minho whistled, stopping still when he saw the state of your coffee table. “What did the fucker do this time to make you need an entire box of tissues?” He plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Oh, Minho!!!! I caught him fucking cheating on me. Again! In our fucking bed this time!!!!”

Minho blew out a breath taking the wine bottle back off you and immediately filling the glasses with the red then handing one to you.

“I’m so angry, Minho. I hate him! How could he?”

Minho wasn’t the least bit surprised. He knew you were dating a jerk. This was, Minho added it up in his head, the fifth time your boyfriend had cheated on you. This year. And he was pissed. Cunt. He thought to himself.

“Are you okay?” Minho asked softly, hiding the anger building in his chest.

You sat silently for a moment, deep in thought.

“I want to take you up on that offer.” You said bluntly. Minho was taken by surprise, sitting upright and stared at you blankly.

“If the offer still stands, that is. If the offer was real.” You added suddenly sounding unsure whether he was ever serious to begin with.

Every time your boyfriend would cheat on you, you’d confide in your long time friend Minho, and he would always offer to help you “forget that fucker’s name” by making “you cum so hard you’d never want to go back to him”. You’d always brushed it off as a joke. But when you came home yesterday to find your boyfriend in your shared bed, well, you were beyond livid. It was the last straw and you kicked him, and his little whore, out of your apartment. For good.

Now you needed to get your anger out of your system and forget the asshole even existed. That’s where Minho and his offer came in.

Minho examined your face and nodded slowly. “Okay,” he smirked. “So your shopping list was for tonight then?” He grinned. “Right. Operation Forget Your Ex. I’m down.” He said sipping the wine.

Your eyes widened. “Really? You’d help me do that? You’re not shitting me?”

Minho nearly spat out his drink he was so excited, although the circumstances weren’t ideal. But he played it cool, and boy was he far from shitting you. He’d been dying to show you how good fucking could feel. From what you’d told him, your boyfriend, no - ex-boyfriend now, barely even brought you to orgasm. It was an absolute shame. You deserved all the orgasms in the world. Tonight Minho planned to start by giving you at least three.

“Well, kitten, we’ll have to lay down some ground rules. Boundaries. Safe words and such.”

“Tentacles.” You piped up.

“What?”

“My safe word. Tentacles.”

“Riiiiight. Tentacles. Why tent- never mind.” He shook his head. “Do you want to be in charge or leave it to me?”

“What do you prefer?”

“I like to be in charge.”

“Okay, you’re in charge.”

“What’s your pain threshold? Do you enjoy spanking? Degradation? Praise?” he raised an eyebrow. “Any hard no’s?”

You stared at him like a deer in the headlights. "I-I'm not sure." you said, then gulped down the rest of your wine.

"Woah! Slow down, kitten." he lunged forward and took your glass from your trembling hands and placed it on the coffee table. Then he took your hands in his and held them tight.

"We don't have to do this. You know that right? I don't wanna take adva-"

"Please, Minho." You whimpered. "Please make me forget." You looked at him with soft eyes.

Minho suddenly felt nervous. He'd imagined fucking you plenty of times, and up until this moment he felt sure he'd have no problems in actually doing it. But now, faced with the reality of it, he was so fucking nervous.

But his dick throbbed, and you were the one asking, inviting him to do things to your body. He couldn't let his nerves get in the way and fuck up this chance.

He cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a soft kiss. The way you responded by moaning and parting your lips, was so tantalising that Minho couldn't help but deepen the kiss with a sense of urgency. You've got all night, he told himself. Don't rush this.

"So..." he peeled his lips off of yours. "do we need to replace any batteries for your toys?" he asked, reaching for the plastic bags.

You shook your head. "Just want you." you whispered.

Minho smirked at your admission. "I think we should take this to the bedroom so I can thoroughly fuck you." he said, taking your hand and picking up the box of condoms.

Minho tossed the condoms on the bed and pressed your back into your bedroom door. His hands caressed the sides of your waist before grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it up over your head. His fingers immediately found the clasp of your bra.

"Kitten?" he said low in your ear. "I'm not going to stop unless you say your safeword, or use the colour system. I need you to know that."

"Yes, I know." you moaned, as he squeezed your breast.

"I'm going to take your pants off now." he reached for the button on your jeans and locked eyes with you. Your arms came up to cover your bare torso.

"Kitten? Talk to me." he looked at you with concern.

"Minho. It's just that... the women you...um... normally hook up with are so glamorous."

Minho blinked rapidly. "Kitten, you're fucking perfect." he gently tugged you to stand in front of your full length mirror with him standing behind you. "Look at yourself." he whispered, pulling your arms down from your body so you couldn't hide.

You leaned back against his chest as he nibbled your neck. He undid your jeans, sliding them down your legs and helping you kick them off.

"You're the most gorgeous woman in the world." his hands explored your waist, stomach, hips. Then he took one of your hands in his and placed it on your stomach and making you caress yourself. He brought your hand up to cup your own breast, and then back down your body and between your legs over your panties.

"Feel how perfect you are." he said in a lustful tone. He pressed on your hand that was cupping your pussy. You whimpered and began to feel unsteady on your feet. You'd only had one wine.

"You're gonna take your panties off for me now." he said releasing his hands from yours. His hands moved back up your body, massaging your breast with one, the other splaying on your neck.

You slowly peeled your panties down, revealing your most intimate parts, and shimmying them off and flicking them to the side with your foot.

"Good girl. Now play with yourself." he squeezed your neck slightly causing you to lean your head back some more.

You felt so exposed standing fully naked in front of your mirror, leaning against a fully dressed Minho. Your friend.

Your eyes flicked up to him in the mirror. He was taking you in with dark eyes. Your core ached. His hardness was pressed into your back. Fuck!

"Touch yourself." he urged.

Your heart was pounding as you allowed your hands to explore your curves and soft skin. Your fingers found your pussy again and you parted your lips with your fingers. You groaned as you watched yourself. This was so erotic. So sensual.

"Are you wet kitten? Let me taste." he pulled your hand up to his mouth and sucked on your finger. "Fuck. Taste yourself." he swiped your fingers back through your folds and then into your mouth.

"I need to play with your pussy." He took a few steps back to sit on the edge of your bed and pulled you onto his lap. "Open your legs, that's it. Show me." He hung your legs over his thighs so you were open and on display in the mirror.

"Don't take your eyes off it." he said in a gruff tone.

Minho's fingers delved into your heat, inserting two all the way inside. He fucked you like this for several minutes before pulling them out and rubbing on your clit. Then he'd finger fuck you again, alternating between stretching you open and rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel your core tightening. Minho's fingers were magic as he played with your body.

The pretty sounds you were making had Minho straining in his pants. He wanted to sink his cock into you so fucking bad. But at the same time he wanted to take his sweet ass time. He wanted you to beg him to stop. He wanted you to be a whimpering mess.

By the fifth round of finger fucking you were clenching hard and soaking his hand as you came hard. Your chest was flushed as your breasts heaved. You looked so fucked out.

"Now, kitten." He said as calm as possible. "You're going to undress me now."

He watched you stand in front of him. He bit his lip as you fumbled taking his shirt off, your bare tits dangling in his face, and then his trousers, leaving him in just his boxers. "You've forgotten something." he quirked an eyebrow.

His cock visibly twitched when you dropped to your knees between his legs and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

You tried to not let Minho see how nervous you were as you came face to face with his cock. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him right now. You wanted to show him how beautiful, how sexy he was making you feel, despite how self conscious you were.

You took his glorious cock in your hand and experimented with licking the pre-cum from the tip. He was hard for you. He was leaking for you. "Aren't you going to boss me around, Minho?" you purred, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

"Choke on it, kitten." he said not breaking eye contact. "Show me how much you can take."

Minho could barely contain himself as you sunk your warm, wet mouth over his shaft. He truly believed he was going to cum there and then. Maybe he could, and then get it up again to fuck you? It'd be pretty easy to get hard again when you were driving him crazy like this.

"That's it, beautiful. Make those pretty noises around my cock. That's it. Deeper, baby. You can take it. I know you can." he started to thrust his hips up, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

It turned him on immensely hearing you struggle. Your hand found his and when you placed it on the back of your head, he knew you were made for him. He held your head in place as he fucked into your throat. He watched your ass in the mirror and imagined what you were going to feel like with your cunt wrapped around his cock. He came hard with a loud moan. Your lips were pressed against his pelvis and tears ran down your face as he spurted cum down your throat.

He was almost instantly hard again when you slid your mouth off and opened it up to see you'd swallowed every drop.

“Ride my face." He panted.

“Oh Minho.” You shook your head. “I don’t think—“

“Safeword? Are you going to use it? ‘Cos I fucking want to eat you out.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in for a kiss. “Please…I can make you feel so good. I need you to ride my face.” He was practically begging you.

Minho didn’t know what was happening to him. He was always so in control when it came to sex. He’d never said ‘please’, he always instructed, demanded even. But this was you. You were different. You stirred something in his stomach, and made his heart beat faster.

“Okay, Minho. But I’ve… you know…never done this before.” Your face went red.

So that fucker never got you to ride his face? He wondered if he’d ever eaten you out. He quickly shoved thoughts of your ex out of his head and focused on what he was about to do. Make you cum all over his face.

“It’s okay kitten, I’ve got you.” He shuffled more onto the mattress and laid back. “All you need to do is straddle my face, and sit.”

He made it sound so simple. But to you nothing could make you feel more vulnerable than what you were about to do. But the way he sounded so desperate for you to do it made you want to please him. You climbed up onto the bed.

“Na uh. The other way. You need to be able to watch yourself.” He grinned.

You swallowed nervously, but did as instructed. You watched yourself hover inches away from Minho’s face.

“Fuck, I can see how fucking wet you are. Quick, sit.” He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you down on top of him.

You cried out as Minho’s mouth met your pussy. He ran his tongue through your lips then sucked your clit.

“Shit, Minho… it… fuck you feel good.” You choked. Minho chuckled against your cunt, sending shocks through your body.

Your eyes went to the mirror. Seeing your reflection of being eaten out by the man underneath you and how you could be suffocating him, turned you on more than you could’ve imagined. Could he breathe? The thought of him struggling for air made you gush. You started to rock your hips and grind against his face. He moaned against your core in approval.

Your orgasm was close, and when he slipped his tongue into your creamy hole, and you ground your pussy hard and fast on his face, you cried out loudly as you flew over the edge. Your thighs were physically shaking around Minho’s head from the intensity of the orgasm.

Minho didn’t even let you recover before he had you on your back, legs pinned up near your chest. He kissed you sloppily, smearing your wetness all over your mouth. It was the best thing Minho had ever experienced, having his face buried in your pussy while you fucking rubbed your slick all over him.

He gazed down at you. He knew he was weak for you, but he didn’t know he had it this bad.

“You going to fuck me now, Minho?” You looked up at him.

Minho nodded. “Yeah.” He whispered “Let me just find the cond—“

“Don’t you want to feel me, Minho? Nothing in the way.” You purred, pulling him in for another kiss. The length of his cock pressed against your sopping pussy.

“Just the tip?” You whispered. “Just for a second?” You begged.

Fuck! He groaned at the temptation.

“Kitten,” he said sternly. “If I put it in it won’t be just the tip.” He slid his entire cock into your heat. The stretch, the fullness, made you gasp.

“And,” he growled, “It won’t be just for a second.” He partially withdrew his cock and slammed back in. “It’ll be until you beg me to stop.” He hammered into you. “I’m going to fuck you until you have to use your safe word.”

You felt so good around Minho that he highly doubted he’d be able to follow through on such promises.

“I’m never gonna use my safe word, Minho.” You cried as he pounded into you. “Feels too good. You feel good, Minho… oh fuck…Minho!”

The way you were crying his name catapulted him towards his climax. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“You want me to fuck you forever?” He panted.

“I want… I want…you to…”

“What is it kitten, anything.” He meant it. He wanted to give you everything you wanted.

“Ch-choke me while you fill me up.” You squeaked.

Without slowing down, Minho searched your eyes. You were serious.

Feeling Minho’s cock so deep in your cunt, stretching you do deliciously, had you on the brink of your third orgasm. But when his fingers wrapped around your neck and squeezed, it made your core clench harder than usual.

You’ve never let anyone do this to you before, never trusting anyone enough. You only ever fantasized about it, watched porn, or experimented on yourself. You never dared tell anyone, especially your ex.

Your vision became blurry as a lightheadedness took over you. You felt fuzzy, floaty, and then you felt yourself coming back, taking in deep breaths before he’d squeeze again. You were certain Minho had done this before, and so you succumbed, letting him take control of your body, letting him choke you and bring you back as many times as he wanted, without any fear that he’d go so far as to render you unconscious. You lost track of how many times he did it. Five, maybe six times?

“This time you have to cum for me.” You heard him say. “Then I can fill you up. I wanna fill you up so bad, kitten.”

His hand squeezed around one last time and you felt yourself come undone. You squeezed around Minho’s cock like a vice and felt him release inside you. You felt like your entire body was exploding, until Minho let go of your neck and held your close, brining all the shattered pieces back together.

“You did so good, kitten. You’re back now. Safe I’ve got you.” He soothed as you began to sob. You’d never experienced anything so intense, so powerful in your life.

You fell asleep almost straight away, and Minho cleaned you both up while you nodded off. Sweet fucking Jesus he wished he’d have been able to do this with you sooner.

He watched you, dead to the world, marvelling at what had unfolded.

“I fucking love you y/n. I hope you’ll have me a little more permanently and never think about that dick ex of yours again.” He whispered as he laid down beside you.

He didn’t know you’d heard him.

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months ago

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Ahhh delicious!!!! Loved it so much!!!!

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door.

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?” Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months ago

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Stuck sex!!! Yes please!!!

ik its unrealistic or more of a rp situation!! but its so hot... can we talk about stuck sex again ?? i wanna fuck jisungie when he is stuck somwhere but honestly HE is the one who would get turned on when YOU are stuck somewhere. he'd like it either way lets be real

i mean it has been discussed that when ur bending over to like put the frying pans away when u do the dishes hes like oh? a show? so like even if its not 'stuck', just.. getting the last sock out of the dryer..

stuck sex!!!! you’re so right, jisung likes it either way lol but he’s super into it when you’re the one “stuck.” getting the last sock out of the dryer, on your knees to look for something in a cabinet…. oh it’s just such a shame you’re caught on something and can’t get back out. he has to help, he’ll pull on you because he’s just being a good, helpful boyfriend, it isn’t his fault your pants get tugged down. your panties too? dang… whoopsie daisy.

and oh, jisungie’s so hard :( he can’t help it! your ass is right there, panties tugged down far enough that he can see both of your cute holes and god, maybe moving around can help him unstick you? he tugs his own pants down while furiously promising you that “i know just what to do, baby. fuck- yeah, don’t move, okay? i’m just gonna… gonna- oh fuck. gonna get you outta there soon. s-super soon. ohbabyfuck, you’re jus’… sucking me in!” even with your head in the dryer you can hear the sticky smack of his hips rabbiting against your ass. you probably need something to help ease you out too? something slick… wet. jisung can help with that too, of course he can. his cum is more gooey than greasy wet, but it’s worth a try, right?

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months ago

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😘😘😘😘😘 I’m glad this made you malfunction. I think Lina and Hannie is a need I didn’t know I had.… I watched a lot of lady on lady action on twitter (or whatever the fuck it is now) to get me in the mindset to write this 🥵🥵🥵

So happy you enjoyed.

X 😘

MDNI // 18+

Pairing: fem!reader x Han x fem!lina

Genre: pure smut

Word count: approx 3k

Based off of these asks: I had quite a few asks for female “aunti” Lina and Han with reader, and so here we are! It’s not as long or as detailed as I would have liked, but I hope it’s filthy enough.

CW: making out, fondling breasts, dry humping, oral sex (m and f rec), sex toys, use of word slut (endearingly), threesome, strap on (m rec), unprotected sex, creampie.

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You set your small collection of freshly washed dildos and vibrators on your bedside table, and smile. Lina will be coming over soon, and you are beyond excited. Anticipation swirls around your stomach as to what may lay ahead this evening. You are absolutely dying to fuck and be fucked by her.

You rake your eyes over the various sex toys on your bedside table one final time, including the strap on, and once you’re satisfied with the arrangement, you slip into your tiny, comfy shorts and bralette.

Your heart picks up a beat when the doorbell rings, and you bound excitedly to your living room. Lina smiles at you devilishly as you open the door wider to let her into your apartment, and gives you a sly wink as she pushes you against the back of the door to take you in a delicious kiss.

“I’ve gotta taste your other lips, Kitten.” She breathes, pulling away from your mouth and slinking to her knees, sliding your shorts off along the way. She sighs when she sees your pussy, and presses her greedy mouth to your needy lips. Growling, she hooks one of your legs over her shoulder so she can dive in messily. With a sense of urgency, she spreads your labia and runs her tongue through your wetness before latching onto your clit.

“Do you have your dildos ready?” she hums.

……

For someone who could be quite timid at times, Lina had somehow found her true sexual self with you. You loved it. You loved the way her eyes would rake over you hungrily at every chance she got. Or the way she’d slide her hand up your skirt while you were driving. You’d never cum whilst operating a moving vehicle before. Was that even legal?

Your relationship with your fellow book club member had certainly developed into new territory since meeting her a while back. Newly divorced, a little shy, but with a somewhat ‘don’t come near me’ air about her, Lina was intriguing to you. You could tell she was complex, and when you started to notice her looking at you almost - longingly? Endearingly? - you decided to make friends with her.

She’d come over to your apartment to hang out. Sometimes she’d bake delicious desserts and cakes. Her face would light up when your eyes nearly bulged out of your head while the deliciousness hit you like a flavor explosion in your mouth.

She’d often watch you in awe as you told her about your day, like you were sharing with her the most interesting story ever to be told.

She’d sit awfully close to you while you watched movies together, although she seemed unaware she was doing it.

But It made your heart skip a beat, and you always felt hotter than you should have when her thigh would brush against yours. You were only sitting with a friend. A platonic friend. Yet why was there a wet patch in your panties?

”y/n?” She whispered quietly as you watched television one night.

”Yes?” You turned to her.

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, as she opened her mouth to speak. But nothing came out.

”Lina? Honey, what is it? Is something wrong?” You readjusted your position, turning to face her entirely. Still she said nothing, only staring at you like she was afraid.

”Lina?” You reached out and cupped her cheek. "Is everything okay? You can tell me.”

”Have you ever been with a woman?” She asked boldly, staring at you hopefully.

You blinked in surprise and your heart began to race. You swallowed a dry lump and nodded. “Yes. I have.” You replied, unsure of where this was going.

”What’s it like?” She whispered as her eyes dropped to your mouth. “What’s it like to kiss a woman?”

Fuck. “Umm… well..” You were so flustered. “It’s… soft…. Tender…” you began.

”Can you show me?” She said, barely a whisper.

Oh God. “Huh? Um… I mean, are you sure?”

Her face fell.

“Lina. No! I’d… I’d love to kiss you, it’s just, you’re still so vulnerable. I don’t want to fuck things up.” You frown. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her.

“I’m a grown woman, y/n.” She replied bluntly, her eyes still firmly on your lips.

You stroked her jaw with your thumb. She flicked her gaze back up, locking eyes with yours as you searched her face. And then your lips were pressed against hers.

Gently at first. Her lips were so soft and sweet. She tasted like vanilla and custard, from your dessert earlier.

You pulled away, briefly, catching your breath, still holding her face in your hands.

“You feel so good… kitten.” she said.

That was it, you couldn’t hold back and you connected your mouth to hers in a heated kiss. Lina kissed you back eagerly, which took you by surprise since she had been so shy only moments earlier.

She moaned into your mouth and it made your cunt gush. “Such pretty sounds from a pretty woman.” you whispered against her lips and let your hand wander down to her upper arm and squeezed gently. Lina hummed and arched her chest towards you. She wrapped her hands around your neck and greedily sought your tongue.

For the next several minutes you kissed, gasping for air every now and then. You pulled away catching your breath.

“Lina?” You panted. “Tell me what you want me to do?”

“Make me…make me cum.” She squeaked.

Next thing you knew you had her top off and was squeezing one of her breasts while you sucked the nipple of the other. Lina had such pretty moans that you were dying to rub your cunt against her body - Preferably naked body.

She tugged at the hem of your top, signaling for you to remove the garment, and you obliged.

“Wanna touch them, Lina?” You hum.

She touched you delicately, caressing your breasts while you continued to play with hers.

Next thing you knew, you had her lying on the couch underneath you, just in your panties, and your legs wedged between each others thighs and grinding hard.

You must have kissed and made out for hours that night.

You’ll never forget the first time you made her cum on your face. Her creamy thighs shook against your cheeks as you sucked her clit and had three fingers deep in her cunt.

Her moans were exquisite.

You were addicted to her, and she seemed to be pretty addicted to you too.

Everything was going wonderfully, until one day another member of the book club unexpectedly shook things up.

“Hey ladies, wait up.” You turned to the voice behind you to find Han running awkwardly to catch up to you and Lina. “Please tell me you’re behind in the reading too?” He panted, stopping beside you.

Han had been attending the book club for almost as long as you and Lina. A father of one, and newly single. He oozed nerdy, and somewhat disorganized, often forgetting to bring his book or bringing the wrong one. You laughed so hard when he accidentally pulled out something resembling hentai during one of the meetings. You’d never forget the petrified look on his face, as he fumbled to push it back inside his backpack. You sometimes wondered how he managed to take care of a young human. The man could barely manage himself.

“What makes you think we’re behind?” You inquired sternly, standing firmly and narrowing your eyebrows. He was right though. Ever since you and Lina had been spending more time together, you’d been far too preoccupied to stay on top of your reading, preferring to be on top of her instead.

“Don’t try to deny it y/n, I saw the way your two were looking at each other in there.” He nodded back towards the library.

Your eyes widened, and Lina made a small squeak. Han just looked back and forth between you both. “It was obvious you guys hadn’t the faintest fuck what was going on, looking at each other confused.” He stated.

You laughed, relieved. Han was so clueless and you were thankful he mistook eye-fucking for confusion. “Yep, you got us.” You said like he’d caught you out. You laughed and looked over to Lina who was staring at Han. Your smile dropped. You knew that look. It was the one she gave you. The one where she was in awe of you. The one that conveyed want and desire.

You should have felt a pang of jealousy. But instead, a filthy image of Lina’s mouth wrapped around Han’s cock flashed across your mind. Wait. What? You closed your eyes and tried to shake the thought away. What the hell?

But when you opened your eyes and looked at Han, you felt your cheeks burn. Sure he was cute. You’d be a fool not to notice. But as if out of nowhere, you felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of lust.

“So, what do you say?” He said enthusiastically.

“I think it’s a great idea.” Lina replied with equal enthusiasm.

You were jolted from your thoughts. “Huh?” You scrunched your brow.

Han rolled his eyes and gave Lina a bewildered smile. “Me and Lina think it’d be a great idea to meet up outside of book club, you know, to catch up so we don’t look like idiots.”

“What about at your place, Y/n?” Lina suggested, turning to you with a twinkle in her eye.

Your stomach flipped. How were you going to concentrate with the two of them in your living room?

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“Do you have your dildos ready?” Lina asks again, dragging you from your thoughts. Are you really thinking about Han again?

“Mm-hmm” you answer, your head lolling back against the wall.

“Good girl. I need you filled up while you cum on my face.”

She lays you down on your bed, before kneeling between your legs and stripping herself of her clothes. You groan at the sight of her soft breasts, making her smirk with satisfaction as she reaches for one of your vibrators and nestles between your legs.

“Spread them for me, beautiful.” She says hoarsely, gently pressing the vibrator to your clit. Your hips automatically rock, and your back arches off the bed. The naughty minx had set the vibrator to high. She chuckles. “Too much, kitten?”, and turns it down to a more tolerable setting.

“Bitch.” You mutter, pretending to scowl.

“Slut.” She winks back, before turning her attention to your pussy. She slides the vibrator down to your entrance, making you shiver, and gently pushes it inside you.

“Good girl. You stretch so nicely.” She notes, then takes your clit into her mouth.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as she digs the vibrator into your g-spot while she nibbles and suckles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Lina. I want us to cum together.” You pant.

Lina positions herself, straddling one of your legs, holding the other out of the way, giving her access to press her cunt against yours.

“So, slippery.” She gasps, grinding against you.

“You’re so soft, Lina. So smooth. Ah fuck… Yes like that.”

You are both dripping wet, smearing your arousal all over each other’s puffy, swollen labia. Your clit aches desperately as your orgasm builds.

You grasp her thighs, urging her to rock against you, seeking more friction. She takes the vibrator and presses it against both your clits, and you cry out. “Don’t stop…” you beg, bucking your hips. You both grind wildly on each other, panting moaning, until you feel her thighs begin to shake.

She’s close, and so are you.

You moan.

Lina groans.

Someone else whimpers.

Your eyes lock on Lina’s. Horrified, you both turn towards the bedroom door.

“Han?!”

He stands in the doorway, frozen.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You shriek.

“I’m here for our private book club session.” He replies, mouth hung agape.

“That’s tomorrow, Han!” You wail.

“What?” He narrows his eyes.

“It’s fucking tomorrow. Anyway, haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“I did. No one answered, so I tried the door.” He shrugs. “Look, I’ll go. I’m so sorry. Fuck! I really didn’t mean to intr…fuck… I’m going… okay? I didn’t see anything.” He rambles, his eyes landing once again to where you and Lina are joined. “Yep… saw nothing.” He repeats unconvincingly and turns to leave.

“Wait.” Lina says, stopping Han in his tracks. Surprised, you turn to Lina.

She looks back at you with dark eyes. “Should we ask him to stay?”

You take a moment to consider. the nod in agreement.

“Hannie?” You purr. “Since you’re here, why don’t you come join us on the bed?”

For a moment he stands there stunned, before springing into action. He moves towards the bed, practically tearing his clothes off along the way, and lays himself alongside you both.

“So this is what you two get up to? Naughty girls.” He wriggles his eyebrows, then his eyes fix onto your pussies. “Fuck! You ladies are soaking.” He swallows hard.

You take in his naked form. You didn’t know he had tattoos. Or a toned body. Or a mouthwatering cock. You let out a shaky sigh. It’s been so long since you’d been filled with a cock.

Lina slides out from between your legs, rolling Han onto his back, and then laying herself on the other side of him.

“Wanna have a bit of fun with us, Hannie?” She purrs, running her hand over his chest. He nods, desperately.

Together, you and Lina take turns kissing him, his tongue eager to taste you both. “Can I watch you kiss each other?” He says breathlessly.

You and Lina smirk and lean over him and taking each other in an open mouth, sloppy kiss.

“Fuck.” He sighs, his hands coming to stroke both your backs. You feel his hand slide down to your ass and squeezing. The sensation makes you keen.

You eye off his dick once again, and slink down his body until you’re face to face with the oozing, swollen tip.

Lina seems to have the same idea. Together, you lick his shaft, then trap it between your mouths as you kiss, before eventually settling into a rhythm of sucking his balls while the other takes him deep into their throat.

Han quickly becomes a fucking mess, as you bring him close to the edge. Your pussy drips, coating your inner thighs. You didn’t get the chance to cum before Han had interrupted, and you feel so needy.

“Fu- your mouths… god… Can I fuck one of you? Both of you? Please!” Whines Han.

“Of course you can, Hannie. You wanna watch me eat out y/n while you take me from behind? Make her watch?” She says crudely, making you clench.

You feel every brutal thrust as Lina’s face is forced into your cunt. Every moan vibrating against your core. You watch Han grip onto her hips, holding her steady as he pounds into her from behind. The wet sounds from her pussy brings you closer to edge. Han picks up the pace, grunting, his left upper lip becoming a snarl.

It sends you over and cry out as you cum all over Lina’s face. It sends both Lina and Han over too, and you hear her whimper and watch Han’s brow furrow and eyes close as he fills her up.

It doesn’t take Han long to be hard again. “Your turn, baby. Can I feel your pussy too?”

They get you remain where you are on your back, while Lina straddles your face. She holds your legs up to give Han access to your pussy.

Your trapped, unable to move, while Han fucks you slow and deep and Lina grinds on your face. Her wet juices, mixed with Han’s cum drips all over your face as you try to lap it up. Delicious.

You moan against her as Han adjusts the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills you so good, and you’re almost in tears at how perfect he fits you.

Lina holds your legs wider and higher allowing Han's cock to slam into your cervix as he picks up the rhythm. You slide your tongue into Lina's dripping hole and you can tell by her muffled moans the two are kissing above you.

The three of you climax within seconds of each other, exhausted, sweaty and grinning like idiots. Han lays spent on his stomach, his perfect ass on display.

Lina gives it a light smack. “His ass is so delicious.” She bites her lower lip and you know what she’s thinking.

“Hannie?” She coos. “Can I fuck your ass with a strap?” Just like that, no beating around the bush. You think she’s scared him off for certain. But he just moans out a long “yesss, pleeeaseee!”

And so the evening continued. Han was back inside you, thrusting erratically, whimpering like a baby, begging for Lina to fuck him harder. He takes a dildo amazingly, and you hope you’ll get a turn at some point. You definitely want to ruin the boy too.

You hold him close to your body, his hot breath against your sweaty neck, as he comes undone. His words are incoherent, or maybe your brains are so fucked put that you can’t understand him?

"Fuck... deeper... harder...ngh..." he mumbles.

You look up at Lina who thrusts into him in a steady but forceful pace. She looks so beautiful like this and you feel a surge of love wash over you. She catches you watching her and smiles.

The moment is so perfect, and you hope that this is the first of many encounters for the three of you.

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months ago

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Oh my fucking goodness!!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵 Where can I get a stoner Ji? No, seriously I need to be fucked by him, eaten out by him… 😩😩😩😩 I neeeed hiiimmmm!!!

I LOVED EVERYTHING about this!!!! So hot. I need alone time!!!! Urgently!

So…. Stoner Jisung… tell me about him. What’s he like? What does he do?

I am so horny for stoner Ji… ugh! I need him!!!

You have been waiting for this foreverrrrr I am so sorry!! BUT!!!! Here are my thoughts on Stoner Ji hehehehe

Hanji: ohhhhh boy. oh boy. the one who started it all. okay, lets DELVE.

Hanji would be PUSSYDRUNK. two sides to Ji: either he's begging, or hes demanding (while you can say no, he knows you wont.)

Begging!Ji would be doing just that, begging, whining, pleading for you to just let him have a taste. 10/10 i always see this as like bsf2l with him. Like yall are chillin getting high together like normal to relax, and he has enough one day and just begs you to let him taste, thats all he wants, you dont have to do anything, it wont change anything between you he promises. he like nuzzles his face into your thigh, saying you dont even need to take off your leggings, and he scoots you to the edge of the couch and spreads your legs before lapping at you over your leggings. then hes begging you take them off, his tongue laving over you and lapping at your clit in the best ways, your hands in his hair, and then its your panties he asks you to take off, saying he wants to taste you without anything in between. and then before you know it, your begging him for his fingers or his cock, "anything please!! need more ji--!" and he's giving you what you want, sinking into your heat and letting out a hiss at how perfect your pussy feels.

10/10 very vocal, very whipped.

Now then. Demanding Jisung is very much a dom. Kind of the same idea as him begging, except he'll have you sit on his face, and will pull your weight down on him ("i said sit jagiya. so sit.") will ask before he takes any of your clothes off, but is a bigggg tease when he does. ("oh jagi, your so wet... whats got this pretty pussy so soaked hm? use your words and tell me or I may just stop here...") if your okay with it, he will edge you, and then overstimulate you after you cum.

If you think either version lets you cum only once, your wrong. each one goes until you tap out, whether because he's so focused on your taste, or because he wants your pleasure. would love if you were high too, but doesn't make you.

maybe i'll do the others at some point!! but i hope you enjoyed this babes!!! we talked about this so long ago but you deserved an answer!

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months ago

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Oh honey!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed this one. It’s been a long time coming. Hoping I’ll get back into the swing of things. I have a vampire Hyunjin I need (want) to write.