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— Desperate Much? | ft. Jisung

In which Jisung’s a bit cringe and pathetic. And you’re a little high, but nonetheless into it.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing; Han Jisung x Reader

— Author’s Note; A present for @hyunsvngs! Not the original present I wanted to write for her but still a present nonetheless! I hope u enjoy our favorite munch!!! <333

— Warnings; f2l trope, drug use (weed), alcohol use, college au, pwp pretty much, some feelings!, bisexual themes, jisung is a munch, banter, dirty talk, ugh… wet n messy, pathetic boys deserve so much pussy, oral sex (f! rec), full sex happens off screen, confessions (kinda), and maybe some shit that i’ve missed lol.

You’re zoning out in the middle of Jisung’s bed when he interrupts your silence with a loud groan. It startles you slightly, making you turn wild eyes over to the boy in question. He’s lying on his back beside you, arm thrown over his eyes in anguish, You’re not sure what his problem is but you don’t have to ask; Jisung has no problem blurting it out. 

“I need to give head, like, yesterday,” he laments, pouting heavily. “God, what I wouldn’t do to feel someone’s fat clit on my tongue right now. Feral for it, honestly.”

Meanwhile, your clit is starting to pulse behind several layers of clothing. The buzz you’re feeling isn’t helping, effects of weed and alcohol doing nothing other than making you hornier and hornier by the minute. Jisung’s running mouth may have flipped your focus, but the intense horny ache that comes out of nowhere every time you smoke isn’t new. Nonetheless, you settle on trying to ignore your best friend, scrolling through your contacts instead. You’re searching mindlessly for someone to text that might be able to come and give you and your pussy some attention. Unfortunately, it’s mostly ineffective because Jisung just keeps rambling on, whining about how if he doesn’t get to eat some pussy soon, he will absolutely wither away.

“Wait,” he pauses, face scrunched like he’s in the middle of some profound epiphany. “You have a clitoris.”

You choke, dropping your phone. It narrowly misses falling on your face and instead lands screen-down on your chest. “Uh, yeah? Girl. Clitoris. We were in the same sex ed course.”

“S’probably fat too,” he mumbles, ignoring you and sounding incredibly cringe while he’s at it. 

You fake gag. “That is none of your business.”

“Could be,” he shrugs, rolling over onto his tummy. The movement brings him closer, his arm brushing against yours, and you think your heart stutters in your chest. Normally something as small as that wouldn’t be so impactful, but you suppose the aforementioned substance intake might be the cause for that. 

“Aren’t you, like, goin’ through a dry spell right now or somethin’ too?”

“No,” you answer honestly, not sure why you haven’t shut him down yet. “I literally got fucked last week.”

“Oh yeah,” he drawls, socked feet swinging in the air as he nods. “You said he didn’t make you come though.”

“No,” you sigh, lowkey wishing you had kept your mouth shut. “He didn’t.”

“I could,” he says, calm and collected like he’s talking about the weather and not the possibility of getting your clit in his mouth. “‘M really good at it.”

You know. You’ve known Jisung all your life and the two of you have literally been inseparable since diapers. You were there when he went from nerdy and awkward to some weird version of attractive that is still nerdy and awkward, but also really fucking hot. Plus, girls on campus talk; the boys talk, too. It’s not hard to know what they say about Jisung. You can’t say you’ve never thought of him that way because that would be a lie; you’re only human and you have eyes. However, despite hearing about Jisung’s oral fixation and its medal earning techniques, pursuing him in any fashion has never been more than a fleeting thought. Until now. 

 “Friends don’t fuck their friends, Jisung.”

“Who said anything about fuckin’?” he asks, puffing his cheeks out like a squirrel. “‘M not lookin’ to get my dick wet! Except like, you’re really hot so I definitely wouldn’t say no, but I’m really just trying to eat some pussy. Please?”

The way he says it, nonchalant and mundane, does leave you reeling. Your intoxicated brain and throbbing clit tell you to pedal to the medal, pass go and collect two hundred dollars. What’s a little head between friends, anyway? It’s not like you have to touch him, you don’t have to let Jisung fuck you. He’s just asking for a taste of your pussy, just a little feel of your soft cunt on his lips; nothing too crazy, right? The rational part of your brain, which is – admittedly – a very tiny portion, is telling you to pump the brakes before you end up in a fender-bender collision of misplaced feelings and friendship. 

“C’mon,” he begs, big, brown eyes going wet. His bottom lip pokes out, looking oh, so plump and inviting. You watch with rapt attention as his little, pink tongue licks over it. He’s shameless, pulling out all the stops when he leans over to plant his face on your chest. 

“I know you want to! Look at this face; I’m so cute,” he whines, “Wouldn’t I be even cuter if I was making you come on it?”

You blink once, twice, three times.

“Please, please, please. Help me out here, bestie!”

You’re wet. Ridiculously so and ashamed that Jisung hasn’t even done anything beyond whining about how your cunt isn’t in his mouth yet. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It should be pathetic. It is pathetic! Your cunt drools in your sweats anyways, soaking through your cotton panties and wetting your thighs. You’re ashamed that you’re wet over your best friend sounding like some pathetic virgin. It’s hot, though. Between Jisung’s whimpery voice and baby face, you’re not sure you have it in you to decline. In fact, you know you don’t. 

“Fine,” you groan, like it’s such a huge feat to let a gorgeous boy lick your pussy. Well, maybe it is when said boy is your best mate. “Please stop looking at me with those big fucking eyes of yours before I end up letting you get away with murder.”

He snorts in response. completely unattractive though your desire remains strong. He moves over you, pushing your legs to bend at the knee as he settles in front of you, sprung into action. Your own sock-clad feet rest on his thighs, toes curling into his joggers. 

“You’re g’na to let me murder your pussy,” he slurs with a childish giddiness, much like a kid on Christmas. He’s reaching for the waistband of your sweats immediately, not even bothering to ask you for permission. “God, I bet you taste so good.”

“Kind of tart,” you blurt, lifting your hips as he tugs. “Tangy? I guess.”

He pauses, gripping your sweats as they droop around your ankles. His pupils are so wide not that  his eyes look black, molten pools of heat that singe you at the nerves. 

“Fuck, you —,” he gulps, tossing his head back for a brief second. “Tasting yourself?!”

“Mhm,” you’re shy under his gaze, crossing your ankles once he gets your pants off. “Is that weird? I was just curious.”

“W-Weird?! No, that’s— that’s so hot,” he mumbles, licking his own lips. If you moved your feet up and inward, you’d feel how hard he is. Hard and leaking over a pussy he hasn’t even seen yet. 

“You’re so hot,” Jisung whines, hands fumbling for your panties this time. Only then does he notice how wet it is between your legs. “Goddamn. Knew I should’ve thought of this sooner.”

You’re not able to unpack that statement, not that you’d want to while you’re high anyway. Besides, you’re more concerned with the way Jisung’s hands are parting your thighs, palms adding pressure to the backs of them so you can’t close them and block his line of sight. He’s totally focused on your naked cunt, like tunnel vision, caught up in a hunger so visceral that it feels like being swept away in the undertow of a powerful wave. Slick clings to your labia and thighs, glistening and taunting him to have a taste. Embarrassingly, and in a matter of nanoseconds, Jisung’s pressed belly down on the mattress, nose buried in the junction of your thigh and groin as he inhales deeply. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, something wetting your skin as he speaks, “I’m drooling.”

“O-Oh,” you choke, cunt clenching around nothing, slick leaking out of your hole with the admission. “Jisung.”

“Smells s’damn good,” he slurs more, kissing at your arousal dampened thighs. You can hear his lips smack together in an attempt to really taste you on his tongue, but he doesn’t move to lick you for real. “I’m probably g’na come in my pants.”

He says it to himself, a bit quieter than he would if he was speaking directly to you, but you hear him anyway. You can’t help the way your breath stutters, catching in your chest at the visual that fills your mind. You think about maybe being able to return the favor, wonder if his cockhead is as leaky as your hole is. Would he taste as good as you think? 

He doesn’t let you fantasize for too long, drawing all your focus when he drops one of your thighs to hook his arm over it instead, hand resting over the soft skin of your belly and petting it gently. He kisses directly over your slit at the same time, trailing along the length of it eagerly. That lasts a few moments before the hand on your belly is reaching just a bit further, long fingers spreading the lips of your cunt just enough to reveal the one thing Jisung’s been after since the beginning. Just behind your labia, a little below the apex and tucked in the center lies your pudgy, swollen clit, just begging to be kissed and sucked on. 

“Holy shit,” he rumbles, dazed and hornier than he can recall ever being before. 

“Well don’t just stare at it!” you whine, belly clenching. “Do something, Sung. Please.”

“Am,” he assures you, speaking in fragmented sentences. “G’na suck it,” he sighs, lashes fluttering as his mouth inches closer.  “G’na suck this pussy so good.”

Time feels like it stops with the first touch of his tongue.  It’s wet, soaked in his spit as he drags it flat up the center of you. You’re too busy staring at the ceiling with heavy, pinched breaths so you don’t see his eyes rolling back in his head as he does it. You fight the rolling of your own as Jisung does it again, this time dragging his nose and his tongue through your folds. It feels so good that you can feel yourself melting into his sheets, arms eagerly hooking beneath your own knees to keep yourself open for him. 

“Hah,” you moan, nails digging into your own flesh. “Oh my God.”

“Mm,” Jisung hums, mouth full of pussy. His lips smack against your flesh as he licks his fill, savoring the taste of you. “S’good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, tossing your head from side to side. Your thighs are quivering already and he’s barely done anything. “Mouth so— Oh, fuuuuck!”

You’re caught off guard by the near sudden suckling, realizing that your best friend has chosen to slurp your clit right into his warm, little mouth. And God, is it warm. Wet as hell, too. All that heat, wetness, and suction surrounding your swollen nub as Jisung’s mouth pulls at it gently. You swear you have to be dreaming, legs kicking slightly. No fucking way this is real. Despite how good those gentle suckles feel, nothing compares to the added flick of a sure tongue. When Jisung combines the two, coaxing your clit out from under the engorged hood, you feel yourself go cross eyed from how wrecked you feel under his ministrations. 

“Ji, Ji,” you pant, clit pulsing against his tongue, “Oh, your mouth,” you laugh, delirious with it. “So good, Jisung. Sooo good on my pussy.” 

“Yeah,” he pants, kissing your puffy clit while slipping lower. “Told you,” he mumbles, sliding his tongue into your entrance and still trying to talk, “Know how t’eat  pussy good.”

It’s inside you. His whole tongue. Wet and scratchy and shoved into your cunt so he can lick your taste out from the source. You can’t believe your luck, can’t believe how getting crossfaded while watching The X-Files turned into you getting the life sucked out of you through your pussy. You’re definitely not complaining though, not when you clamp down around said tongue and all you can hear is Jisung’s deep, broken moans; not when all you can feel are his soft cheeks against you and wet, devious mouth working you into a frenzy. He doesn’t even need to add fingers to make you say you’re going to come. 

“I’m gonna come,” you say sharply, trying to stay still. 

“Do it,” Jisung encourages, slurping at your labia. The skin stretches with his actions, bouncing back when its released. “Come on my face.”

“Oh, don’t,” you slur, twitching and reaching for something to hold onto and finding purchase in his hair. “Don’t fuckin’ say that.” 

Jisung can only grin evilly. 

“C’mon,” he teases, sucking your clit back into his mouth, rutting his hips against the mattress. “Use my mouth ‘n come.”

You are helpless to try, a slave to your own pleasure. Jisung’s words ring in your skull as you hold him still, rolling your hips and dragging your clit up and down the expanse of his tongue. He’s so good for you, letting you take control, moaning and groaning like he’s the one receiving the top-tier head of the century. In the end, yes — Jisung’s mouth is a force to be reckoned with, but it's the sight of those big, hershey kiss eyes looking at you reverently that does you in. They’re so big, brown and wet, adoration and lust swimming in them, that you can’t help but shake apart. Jisung groans heartily as your hands twist in his hair, tugging as you come, spilling warm and tangy all over his tongue. 

He licks until you’re kicking at him, trying to pull your clit away from his greedy mouth. When you look at him, his face is drenched in your cum from the apples of his cheeks to the lines of his jaw. You feel like your soul has left your body, but you’re still buzzing with want. Something lurking in your veins that you don’t have the higher function to dissect right now. 

“I—,” you pant, watching him lick the remnants of you from his face. A small grin graces your lips and you shake your head in disbelief.  “What the actual fuck, Jisung?”

“It’s just head,” he shrugs, “Fuck, your pussy though,” he sighs fondly, adjusting his dick. “Ten out of ten would eat again.”

There’s a pause then, a stretch of minutes that feel like the slow turn of cogs in a machine. Still high but coming down quickly, the two of you are left staring at each other, assessing the scene. You, still clad in your t-shirt and socks, and Jisung, still completely dressed. On a curious whim, your eyes drop to the hard length between Jisung’s legs and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious if he can use it well, too. 

“So,” you drawl, meeting his gaze. “Still not trying to get your dick wet?”

His cock jumps, ready and eager. “Uh, no. I’m definitely trying. I’ve been trying to get you on it for years,” he admits. 

You laugh. Of course he would admit something so important in the cringiest way possible. 

“You’re pathetic,” you tell him, tapping his boner with your foot. His lashes flutter again and you choose to file that away for later. “I still want you inside me.” 

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

© hyungszn 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

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So fucking hot!!

cw : perv chan kinda, stepcest, age gap (chan is older but reader is still of legal age), groping kinda?? cheating basically (don't read this if you're uncomfortable with these topics)

been thinking about stepdad chan fucking you behind your mom's back. he'd always showed interest in you from the first time you met, but you didn't pay any mind to it. it all started off as some light banter between the two of you, until it progressed to him putting his hands on your waist whenever he walked past you, flirting with you, even getting handsy when your mom wasn't looking, even if she was in the same room. sometimes he'd grab your ass or touch your thighs, and then laugh it off when he saw you jump slightly in your spot from the unexpected contact. you never made any effort to stop him, so he took that as a green light to continue, which meant his behavior progressed even more. it's not like you wanted him to stop, though. you actually kinda wanted to know what he'd do next.

there were really no complaints about him so far—he was a pretty good looking guy (that's an understatement, he's ridiculously attractive), he was kind, always put others before himself, had an insanely attractive accent, he treated your mother so much better than your asshole of a father did, and you can't forget those pretty plump lips of his, the ones that were working on your clit not too long ago, which brings us back to the present moment.

it's not like you wanted him to stop anyways, not when he was now fucking you from behind in the laundry room, your body sprawled over the washing machine, one of his hands covering your mouth to muffle your pathetic moans while his other hand was wrapped snugly around your neck. your mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen, which was a few rooms away, but she had no idea. she was under the impression that chris had gone to shower and that you were finishing up some chores, and the loud whirring sound coming from the extractor hood was enough to cancel out any sound that came from other parts of the house. he already has you dumb on his cock in a matter of minutes, the exhilaration of possibly getting caught causing adrenaline to shoot through your veins, and the feeling of him practically splitting you open made you dizzy with excitement. not to mention the absolute filth he's spitting in your ear. "you like older men like me 'cause they're more experienced, right? they know how to use their cock to please greedy little cunts like yours."

he'll cum inside you and pull your underwear up for you, sticking the fabric up your dripping hole with his fingers to make sure not a single drop of his cum leaks out, then he'll make you sit at the dinner table without cleaning up, because nothing gets him more excited than knowing that your mom has no idea what events ensued moments before, as you sit all pretty with your legs crossed, cause you're trying your best to keep his seed inside you until dinner's over like the good girl you are for him.

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Ateez and oral sex Part II

Holy Bibly version | Part I

Seonghwa: Oh God, that man. Do I even need to tell you that he lives for your pussy? He loves oral sex, and he is definitely a giver. Of course, Seonghwa will not turn down a blowjob, but damn it, in every situation and at every opportunity, his mouth will end up between your legs. Loud, shameless, and passionate, sex is definitely an art form for him, so it will be fucking hours of endless pleasure, but be prepared for the fact that Seonghwa is not going to be gentle. I know it's common to think that Hwa is a gentle and soft boy, but bunnies, let's face it, he's an Aries; he's got this fiery aggressive side to him, and haven't you seen how he grabs the other members by the neck? So it doesn't matter if he's eating you or you're sucking his dick; it's going to be pretty intense.

Seonghwa, like Wooyoung, loves unbreakable eye contact; he wants to savour every second of your licking and kissing of his dick. His eyes are focused on every little movement of your tongue as you slowly lick the velvety length. He also likes to run his swollen, wet head over your lips, coating them with his pre-cum until they are all shiny and sticky. He moans deep and long as you take more of his dick into your warm mouth. As soon as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, he begins to fuck you slowly and deeply. His thrusts are always calculated and careful; he doesn't want to hurt you, but sometimes his demonic side awakens and he literally fucks your face until you cry and choke on his dick. Seonghwa loves the feel of your tongue rubbing against the bulging vein on his length every time his cock enters your mouth. Just like San, Hwa loves your sucking and licking of his balls. He may also have a request for you to warm his cock in your mouth. He usually asks you to swallow his cum, but he may also cum on your lips or chest, depending on his mood. Seonghwa doesn't mind kissing you afterwards, just so he can have a taste of his own sperm on your tongue.

Seonghwa is definitely the type of guy who is completely drunk with your pussy. Gifted with a rather long and skilled tongue, Hwa will never miss an opportunity to use it to give you the most vivid sensations. For him, this is a full-fledged sexual encounter, and he does not need to fuck your pussy; it will be enough for him that he can make you come just with his tongue and his fingers several times. The way you fall apart when he is licking your hole or slowly sucking on your clit will give him a euphoric feeling of pleasure. He can slide his tongue between your folds for hours on end and slowly fuck you with his fingers until you are crying out in pleasure. He is 100% a fan of squirting, and when you do it just from oral stimulation, he will be so smug and horny at the same time that he will definitely want to do it again. It doesn't matter for him if you're riding on his face or your legs thrown over his shoulders, you lying on a table with your legs spread wide for him, or he kneeling in front of you; Seonghwa is absolutely happy with any position as long as he can taste you. He loves to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers spreading the delicate folds of your cunt to get better access to your dripping hole as his tongue slides in and out of you. Loud as fuck - moaning, whining, purring and constantly telling you how good you taste and how much he loves pleasuring you with his mouth, when he devours you like the sweetest dessert in the world. Bonus if you pull his hair or push his face even closer to your pussy. You'll cum at least 3–4 times before it gets too much for you or doesn't turn into full-blown sex. Generally, Hwa will be quite happy with just the fact that you've squirted all over his pretty face, but if he does fuck you afterwards, expect him to stick his tongue between your folds again after he cum inside your cunt, this time to clean you of his cum.

Yeosang: I think Yeo is also more on the giving side. For him, oral sex is associated with comfort and relaxation, so whether you're blowing him or he's eating you, it's always going to be leisurely and prolonged. Something that helps the two of you relax, and it will be a very intimate act for both of you. Yeosang can also do without fucking you after you have both cum from the oral sex. He is a lover of beautiful things, so he likes it when you fuck in a certain atmosphere. He is not a fan of quick sex. It's hard for me to say if he would be rude to you; it's more dependent on his mood and needs. But Yeosang can be both very careful and gentle, and he can dominate you harshly, subjugating you to himself and controlling you as he wants.

Beautiful—that's what you should look like when you are licking his dick. Yeosang would also like you to have shiny, sticky lip gloss on your lips to smear all over his hard, thick length as you suck him off. He is somewhere between San and Mingi in this respect. He likes it when you take him deep, swallowing his cock all the way down until the swollen head rests against the back of your throat. And at the same time, he also wants you to pay special attention to the head of his cock, to circle it with your tongue, and to suck it gently. He also wants you to give him a handjob while you're blowing him. The sight of your hand wrapped around his thick cock will drive him mad, and Sangie may even want you to do it with lace gloves on. "God, you look so beautiful." A deep and gentle moan and never-ending praise. This is the kind of guy who will stroke your hair like a kitten while his dick is in your mouth as deep as balls. He would definitely like it if you started to drool. When Yeosang is in the mood to dominate you, he will fuck your mouth in a deep, hard rhythm until you gag. He will growl and roll his eyes in pleasure as he hears the sound of you gurgling and grunting around the thick circumference of his cock. He will also grab hold of your head with both of his hands to hold you in place as he thrusts himself into you. He likes to come on your chest and smear his own cum all over your skin. He will also be fascinated by the sight of the thick, milky liquid as it flows down into the valley between your tits. He may even want to come on your panties as well.

Yeosang is never in a hurry when eating your pussy; he pays great attention to the process - slowly licking and sucking your folds. For him, this is one of the best ways to relax; all he wants to do is please his beautiful girl with some amazing cunnilingus and get rid of any accumulated stress along the way. He licks your clitoris sweetly with the tip of his tongue and makes soft, deep moans and grunts. Clearly, this is the type of guy who can eat you out through your lacy panties while rubbing his nose against you or licking his own cum off you. Yeosang loves lace, and he especially loves it when you are wearing it. Despite his gentle and shy appearance, he has a terribly dirty mouth and is more of a wolf in sheep's clothing than an angel from heaven. "Do you like that, little bitch? The way my tongue fucks your pretty pussy?" "You're such a sweet bunny; squirt on my tongue; let me taste more of  you." "Your pussy is so beautiful; should I take a photo? So that the other boys can enjoy the view too." He looks up at you from his perch between your legs, smiling smugly as his whole mouth is smeared with your juices. Long, sticky strands of your mucus connect his mouth to your cunt. He spreads your plump lips with his thumbs, revealing your pink, tight hole and the way your clit twitches when his hot breath touches that sensitive bundle of nerves. Yeosang loves it when you pull his hair while he sucks on your pussy as if it were a piece of candy. He would also love to fuck you with my tongue while you are in the 69 position and you are warming up his dick in your throat. 100% is going to overstimulate you until you have at least three orgasms.

Hongjoong: Another Dom of pleasure who is ready to worship you for hours on end and to please you with his lips and his tongue. He loves oral sex, perhaps too much; as for Hongjoong, it is an act of power and possessiveness, but even if you cum on his tongue and fingers several times, he will not rest until he has fucked you senseless. The contrast between the way he worships you and the way he fucks you like a whore at the same time will drive you mad. Millions of hickeys and bruises on your thighs, on your chest, on your neck, on your inner thighs, and even on your tender mound—his signature. If Hongjoong had his way, he would burn the marks of his lips into your skin so that every damn guy in the world would know that you were taken. Joong is more of a giver, but he'll want just as much attention and affection from you in return, so be prepared for your throat and jaw to be sore for a couple of days after he's had his way with you.

The sight of you on your knees in front of him, licking and slobbering all over his cock, will drive him mad. His hands will be in your hair, tugging at the strands and occasionally lifting your face so that you can look into his eyes as your lips stretch around the red, swollen head of his cock. As your tongue slides along his slit, picking up the drops of pre-cum that have been released, he moans loudly and growls. Absolutely shameless. Hongjoong is definitely the kind of guy who will tell you how good you are making him feel and how much he loves your hot and wet mouth. "That's it, princess; go deeper. Show me how much you want my cock." "You are such an obedient little girl; Daddy is so proud of you." "I want to see how you choke on my dick while I fuck you down your throat." In spite of his tough exterior, Hongjoong is actually quite sensitive, and the way your tongue licks the base of his cock and the balls of his dick will literally make him see the stars. On certain days, Joong may ask you to keep his dick warm in your mouth while he works. He is also aware of your oral fixation and will be more than happy to satisfy your desperate need to keep something in your mouth by letting you suck on the head of his cock as if it were a lollipop. In 8 out of 10 cases, he'll come on your face, enjoying watching his thick, warm cum run down your cheeks, stick at your eyelashes, and glisten on your pretty lips. For him, this is an act of power, a reaffirmation that you are completely his property. In fact, Hongjoong may even forbid you to wash your face while he fucks you to the point of unconsciousness.

A totally dirty and selfless eater—sucking, kissing, licking, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers—all of it mixed with loud moans, satisfied grunts, and an endless stream of depraved words. "Look how you flow for me, Princess. Daddy loves it so fucking much." "You have such a beautiful pussy. And it's all mine." "Come on, angel, cum on my tongue." Fucking intense eye contact, he keeps his eyes on you as his tongue licks up the juices that are leaking out of you. He left hickeys and scratched your inner thighs. Lapping up your slime like it's the sweetest thing in the world, Hongjoong just can't get enough of you. He'll lick you for hours, and bunnies, we all know how skilled his tongue is, so each of your orgasms will be more powerful than the last. You will be 100% squirting. As he literally buries himself in your pussy, plunging his tongue deep into your hole and rubbing your clit with his nose, his whole face will be wet with your juices. His tongue will lick your silky walls until you are crying and writhing in agony. His beautiful lips will wrap around your clit as he scratches your thighs, leaving rough red stripes on your skin. He will blow on your wet folds to see you shudder as the cold air comes into contact with your sensitive pussy. He desperately wants you to ride on his face as you pull on his hair and use him like a fucking toy. He will need you to come at least five times before he really starts to fuck your brains out.

Jongho: I have the feeling that Jongho is more classic in a way. He prefers to have actual penetrative sex rather than oral sex, and for him, it's all just a prelude. Of course, he likes to feel your warm mouth on his dick, and he doesn't mind eating you. But for him, it won't be something super intense and long-lasting, unlike Seonghwa, Mingi, or Wooyoung. Jongho also likes to get sucked off more than he likes to eat you. Most of the time, it will be you who will be on your knees in front of him with your tongue obediently out of your mouth.

He's definitely one of those who likes it when you're leading. It will only turn him on even more if you get down on your knees in front of him without saying a word to him or begging. "Such a good girl," he will say as he strokes your hair and looks down at you. Jongho would also love it if you would rub your face against his clothed cock before you wrap your lips around the thick, hot length of it. He'll hold your head with both hands as he fucks you in the mouth, enjoying your grunting and moaning as you gasp on his dick. Definitely a fan of the face fuck. It can be slower or faster depending on his mood, but either option is quite messy. He loves it when he pulls his dick out of your mouth to see the drool running down your chin and neck mixed with his pre-cum. "I love how fucked you already look; you're such a beautiful baby." Take a deep breath and hiss as you run your tongue along the length of his dick, paying special attention to the swollen, pulsating vein. Jongho loves it when you take him deep into your throat so he can see his cock bulging on your neck. In 10 out of 10 cases, he will rub it with his thumb. "That's right, baby. You're doing so well. Good girl." Feeling the walls of your throat contract around the thick girth of his cock will almost make him cum. But Jongho is the kind of guy who prefers to cum inside your little cunt so he can enjoy the sight of his thick cum pouring out of you.

Jongho prefers fingering to eating pussy, but if you ask him or if he's in the mood for it, he'll never refuse to put his mouth on your wet, plump cunt. Before he starts to lick you out, he is going to stretch you out with his fingers. First,he will slowly rub your clit until your hole begins to flow like a waterfall, then he will slide his fingers between your folds, smearing your juices over them until they are sticky and shiny. Then he will circle the edge of your quivering rim several times until he inserts two fingers deep and calculatedly fucks you. He would definitely like to eat you from behind so that he can also knead and spank your ass while his tongue slides all over your cunt. He is going to leave red marks on your skin from his hands. He'll pay special attention to your clit, sucking on it and stimulating it with his tongue until you're squealing and writhing in his strong grip. 100% of the ttime, itwill leave bruises on your thighs. As this is more of a warm-up for Jongho before the actual sex, he won't be aiming to make you come on his tongue, but he will definitely keep you aroused and bring you to orgasm several times before pulling back. There is also a good chance that he will have slapped your pussy a couple of times, just to get more fluid out of your needy hole. He will definitely be sucking on your labia while he is fingering you. Like I said, he wants to cum in your cunt. I can definitely see him smearing his cum all over your folds after he has completely fucked your brains out.

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TENTACLES — JISUNG.

🌙 synopsis: a spaceship patrolls the galaxy in order to protect it from monster attacks. you and your partner han jisung - a lazy jackass, are the members of the special squad, a highly skilled fighters and specs. the ship breaks down unexpectedly, and you have to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet. you and jisung set off to explore the area in search of help and stumble upon an abandoned building. what danger could be waiting for you there?

pairing: reader(afab) x tentacles ft. jisung genre: astronaut!au, smut, NSFW warnings: noncon(?), porn with plot, tentacles, voyeurism, multiple penetration, nipple play, masturbation, very generic hentai trope word count: 4.1k a/n: wanted to write somethig with tentacles for so long. all warnings are listed: don't like it - don't read it.

a large flashing sign "CONDITION: RED. EMERGENCY. CODE: 143" was stressing you out. the control panel in front of you was so familiar, you could land the ship with eyes closed. but when the siren was blasting terrifyingly, everything was flooded with red lights, and the controls were beeping, there was not a drop of calm left in you. 

"bad news." your partner's voice came from behind. han jisung stepped into the cabin and sat in the second captain's seat next to you. "the asteroid broke through the bottom, we lost some supplies and the ship is slowly falling apart, given the speed at which we are flying. we urgently need to land and hope that there will be at least some form of life."

"maybe it's better to fly back to the ISS?!" you looked at jisung in panic. his hair was stuck to a wet forehead and chest heaved with rapid inhales, either because of panic, or because he had to climb into the lower compartment by himself to check how severe the damage was. 

"we won't make it. i'm telling you, the ship is falling apart. i just saw with my own eyes how the outer shell flew off in pieces." he repeated nervously, turning to the control panel. "we’re doing an emergency landing."

you nodded.

"if we make it." he added, and immediately laughed at your withering gaze.

in situations like this you especially wished you had a different partner. you didn't spend so many years in special training courses to end up hanging out in the middle of space with a jackass who would do anything for an extra ten minutes of sleep. it was hard to deny, han was a genius in his field. he could fix what seemed impossible to save and you were amazed at it every time. but more so, you were amazed at how this "genius" could be so reckless. arrogant, always acted like he knows everything. lazy and annoying, ignored the safety basics, often had to be pulled out of dangerous situations. that was han jisung, your work partner.

"spacecraft 001409 speaking. over. spacecraft 001409 speaking. over."

his monotonous voice echoed in your ears. the siren's howl had already blended with the background noise, and all you could see was the black emptiness of space in front of you.

you shuddered.

"fuck! it seems that the communication antennas were damaged due to the collision. fucking asteroid!" han punched the steering wheel and cursed one more time. he rarely expressed any emotions, moreover anger. so to see even a simple punch from him meant that he was panicking too.

"what are we going to do?" your voice was shaking.

"land blindly. according to the radar, there should be a planet in thirty minutes or so. we must make it."

no extra conversations were made. staring into the windshield in front of you, you continued controlling the spaceship. the grip of the wheel was so hard, you knuckled started to hurt.

“relax. we’re almost there.” jisung tapped your arm lightly. you shook off his hand.

but he was right. the planet that had been spotted on the radar was already visible to the eye. the saturated purple surface was visible even under the ozone layer. the clouds reminded you of the earth, but the bright unnatural color was alarming. you've never seen such a vibrant shade of purple in nature.

landing began immediately, you couldn’t waste any more time figuring out if it’s the right decision. you had to either land now or be thrown into outer space and die immediately.

the instructions for an emergency landing were followed clearly. all buttons were pressed almost at a reflexive level and your spaceship started breaking through the layers of the atmosphere. the planet was unknown, this was confirmed by the alarm about a possible danger upon arrival. you felt a new wave of anxiety spreading through your body. what if there was no life, and you were going to be stuck for decades without communication with the outside world, food and water? no, you would just ask jisung to kill you.

under the beeping of the dashboard, the ship landed with a thud and immediately tipped forward — so that you and jisung ended up flying out of your seats and smashing against the windshield. 

"fuck… we're definitely not leaving any time soon." jisung whispered, his cheeks imprinted against the glass.

"stop it! we don't know where we are yet. maybe there's a civilization here too." you hissed, getting off the dashboard. it was no longer working anyway.

"where are you going?" jisung just managed to shout after you as you quickly moved to the door.

"to explore. i don't want to die here."

your hands were still shaking, but the determination to live was higher.

the good thing was that two of you were alive, and only got off with a couple of bruises from the fall. you didn't want to think about what might have happened if you'd ended up here alone with a corpse next to you. 

the condition of the ship was terrible. you could smell the burning, and smoke slowly spread through the rooms. your whole cabin was upside down, but it only made you pack up faster. the backpack got filled with everything — from food to equipment, weapons and an oxygen tank, just in case. 

you found jisung outside, swarming around the broken part of the ship.

"are you coming?"

"i’ll stay here." he didn't even look at you, making you slowly lose your temper.

"i'm not going alone!" you protested. "we can't split up, especially now!"

"while you're scouting, i'll be able to inspect all the damage, and maybe fix something." jisung protested too, frowning. "pull yourself together. you're a qualified special agent. you repeat this to me at every opportunity."

“jisung!” you yelled. “we’ve never been here before! what if oxygen here is dangerous?! what if someone attack you as soon as i leave?! what if-“

“fine-fine…” he sighed, rising to his feet. “if you want me to go with you that bad…”

“if we die, we die together.” you mocked and threw the second backpack in his direction.

“hey!” he scoffed and was about to argue, but you've already set off without turning around. “wait for me, hey!”

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the purple landscapes did not end. at some point, it began to seem that you were walking in circles. but the radar confirmed — you were moving further and further away from the spaceship.

“we are just wasting time and resources.” jisung hasn’t stopped whining behind you this whole time.

you were stubbornly stomping forward, ignoring him. 

"i would have fixed everything by now instead of wandering around."

"shut up."

the climb up the hill was already hard, but jisung’s whining only made you more irritated. you've already regretted taking him with you.

the last steps were difficult, but you still were the first to reach the top.

"look!" you exclaimed joyfully, pointing at a construction in the distance. it was so far away, that it looked like an imperceptible dot, but still easy to spot on the purple surroundings. 

"oh fuck!" jisung climbed up after you and immediately sat down on the ground, panting. “is there something?”

“looks like a building, but i can’t really tell from this distance.” you narrowed your eyes, trying to get a better look. 

“so we should go?” jisung glanced at you pleadingly from below. 

“you can stay here if you want.”

before he could get to his feet, you jumped off and started to slide down the slope.

“stop leaving without me!” he shouted at your back, but you were already at the bottom grinning at him. 

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the beam of the flashlight illuminated the hallway. there was mold and vines on the walls and pieces of broken glass on the floor. pipes were cracking periodically and water was dripping somewhere with an echo. you shivered.

"if anyone was here, they've been dead or gone for a long time." jisung voiced an obvious thought. 

"or maybe someone is here and they need help." you responded, trying to calm yourself rather than him. “c’mon.”

the crackle of glass under the soles of boots echoed through the building. you could hear your heart pounding and turned at every sound, holding a gun in your other hand.

“calm down! you’re stressing me out!” jisung snarled. 

“unlike you, i’m always prepared for danger.” you teased, referring to all previous cases when you had to save his ass. 

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes. 

the smell of dampness was filling your nostrils disgustingly. it made you want to puke. the corridors did not end, and you felt like walking in circles again. at some point, jisung started dropping pieces of food on the floor, so as to know if you were really stuck in a loop. you only accused him of wasting supplies. another fight would have started if you hadn't suddenly stumbled upon the staircase. 

“let’s split up.” you suggested. “i can check every top floor, and you go down. we can meet here in an hour.”

jisung just sighed, knowing that it was useless to argue with you. pulling his flashlight out of his backpack, he shook it slightly before turning it on. 

“good luck, soldier.” he saluted and disappeared down a flight of stairs.

finally you were alone. no one whined behind you, no one begged you to take a break. you had basically the whole building to yourself to explore.

so you kept making your way through the floors, inspecting every room. most of the doors were either locked and wouldn’t open even with your high-tech lock pick or were completely empty. rarely you could spot syringes, needles and empty glass jars lying on the floor, and gradually an unpleasant lump began to accumulate in your chest. something illegal had been happening here. and you didn't like it.

you could hear your heart beating erratically in your ears from how scared you were. but who wouldn’t be in your place? you were alone in an unknown building, constantly hearing weird noises, while your partner was god knew where. 

the door-checking activity was so monotonous that you didn't even notice at first how one of them opened. you leaped back, ready to fight anyone who was going to jump out at you. but you were only met with the darkness inside. 

soon enough, your gaze caught on a metal plaque covered with a layer of dirt and mold: “DANGER: KEEP OUT!”

as you were about to close the door and leave, a squelching noise coming from inside made you pause. you turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the far end of the room.

suddenly, something long and slick wrapped around your ankle and dragged you down. you yelped and fell to the ground, ready to fight whatever was coming at you. but instead of attacking, it wrapped tighter around your ankle and dragged you into the darkness. the panic settled inside you as you realized you dropped your gun at the entrance due to the rapid attack. 

you heard the sound of the closing door and the lights turned on immediately. might have been some sort of mechanism that you turned on. you spotted a bunch of wires in the corners and beaming read lights, that didn’t bode well.

the dragging stopped and you finally had a second to look at what was in front of you — a huge plant with the same unnatural purple color you saw outside. it was moving by itself and that made you wonder what exactly made it wake up? 

“no!” was all you could say as slimy creatures wrapped around your wrists, ankles and waist, lifting you into the air. 

whatever you got yourself into, there was no way out. you tried to jerk your whole body in a tight grip, but unsuccessful. there were so many of these things wrapped around you already, it was impossible to do anything other than scream for help. and so you did.

“HELP! JISUNG! HELP! HELP ME! I’M HERE!” 

after a few screams, your throat started to hurt, but you didn't stop. where was this idiot wandering? you split up quite recently, he couldn’t have gone that far down. 

another series of screams, and you’ve lost your final hope. if jisung heard you, he must have been on his way already. and if he didn’t…

your oppressive thoughts were interrupted as you felt another pair of tentacles trying to rip off your uniform. it must have been quite strong, because the fabric got torn in seconds, revealing your skin and tits. you shifted, letting out a small gasp, and that caused another reaction from the plant — ten other small tentacles appeared and continued to rip off the remaining fabric. 

it was scary, gross, but somewhat arousing. though you didn’t want to admit that yet.

the tentacles were cold, wet and slimy. you could see the substance drip from them and drop on the floor below. despite your professionalism, you didn't know much about monsters, especially artificially bred ones. it was more in jisung’s line. when you were on a mission together, you usually shot right away, not really thinking about which species you're killing now.

the plant’s movements were so quick, you barely had time to react and fully realize what’s going on. your arms got bound together above your head by one thick tentacle, and legs got spread wide apart shamelessly by two more. the creature was not planning on ending this.

“d-don’t touch my clit! fuck-“ you moaned as you felt the slimy texture doing circular motions. it was cold and wet, the perfect contrast to your burning out of shame skin.

it was a shame how quickly you got wet. your pussy lips were already glistening, ready to welcome the unknown creature deeper inside. 

by this time, tentacles groped you everywhere. it felt like every inch of your skin was being toyed with. your sensitive nipples got so hard, gleaming from the amount of lube covering them. you couldn’t hold your moans anymore, weakly struggling against the tentacles that were holding you down. despite being so riled up from the amount of stimulation, you did not want to cum yet while being used by a monster. it was so shameful, you were so twisted for enjoying something like that… 

you arched your hips involuntarily, silently begging for more. you couldn't understand why you wanted this; it was weird on so many levels. yet, your rational thoughts were drowned out by the primal lust and need coursing through your veins. your back arched in pleasure, you didn’t even try to fight back anymore. it felt too good to be true. 

the more stimulated you got, the more you realized that the actions of this creature were methodical and calculated. and this was continuing whether you wanted it or not. 

“fucks sake, my clit! leav- leave it alone!” you cried out, feeling the orgasm starting to build up rapidly inside you. you were about to lose your last senses of morality and beg it to finally fuck you. 

as if sensing your growing submission and eagerness for more, the plant increased the relentless assault.

“hey, i finally found you! what are you-“ 

the speed with which your head turned towards the door was faster than lightning. jisung. 

your partner was standing at the entrance, looking at you with big eyes, while you were helplessly bound and exposed. your body quivered with anticipation and arousal as the creature continued to titillate and stimulate every inch of your flesh. you were coated in sweat and slime, filthy tentacles writhed around you, while sucking on your breasts and clit. all jisung could hear were the wet, slopping noises. 

“i’ve dropped my gun by the entrance.” was all you could say, trying to avoid his eye contact. “and don’t look at me!”

purple tendrils kept caressing and teasing every curve and contour of your breasts, eliciting soft gasps of delight from jisung. oh, he was definitely still watching.

“i said stop looking at m-“ was the last thing you yelled before you felt both of your holes getting filled with the other tentacles. “no, don’t get inside!”

but tentacles didn’t listen, only adding up the amount of slimy creatures in your ass. then it started to fuck you. the gasped you let out was broken, helpless. the entire tangle of tentacles was being pulled in and out of your ass. you let loose a long moan when the repulsive thing pushed back and further. you tried to clench your ring down to stop them, but couldn’t ignore that it was stretching your hole so much more than it's ever been stretched, and it felt wonderful. the creature forced its way in deeper and deeper, making your eyes roll back. you would swear that you can see your belly bulging with each thrust. 

“can’t believe that for once i’m not the one who got into trouble.” jisung mumbled astonishingly, eyes never leaving your body. what a pervert.

“are you gonna help me or just keep standing there?! fuck-“ the anger was building up inside you. what was wrong with him?! “don’t look!”

“oh my- it seems like you get more excited when someone's looking at you.” he chuckled, not even attempting to help. 

instead, you heard the zipper of his pants and a buckle falling on the ground.

“what are you-“

“who would have thought that once the strongest agent is now powerless to act with a huge monster lodged in her ass.” his hand slipped into his underwear and you turned away in disgust.

"what the hell?!"

"do you know how long I've dreamed of seeing you fucked in all holes?" jisung continued to speak as his fingers slid along the entire length. he had never gotten hard so fast before. in just a couple of movements, he was ready to cum, continuing to watch your naked body hanging in the air.

”i didn't think you hated me so much.” you whispered, feeling the embarrassment on your cheeks. it was hard to focus on the conversation while being fucked.

“why wouldn’t i hate you?” he lowered his boxers to his knees with no shame, giving himself more freedom. he was ready to fully enjoy this long-awaited moment. “when was the last time you treated me like a specialist of your level? you don't consider me your equal. i can see everything. you think i’m a dumb mechanic who can only be afraid of everything he sees. you once said you were a strong warrior among other trainees, the best of the best. and so… you can prove it now!” jisung was grinning at this point.

“you are disgusting. so fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?!” you cried out.

you have been reduced to such a wretched state, hanged up in the air with your legs spread, humiliated and exposed. you felt your pride shatter and wished for nothing but to erase this moment from jisung’s memory.

but he only sighed enthusiastically as he kept watching. his hand was jerking off his cock with steady speed, broad chest heaving at the sight. even if you wanted to avoid looking at him, you couldn’t not notice his toned body. the man was gorgeous. all of this was hidden under his work robes this entire time? 

jisung no longer paid attention to the fact that he had completely removed his boxers and that you could see his dick. he would think of the consequences later, but now all he wanted to do was watch this forever, see you in your wrecked state and wish it was his dick instead of tentacles.

for as much as you wanted to kill jisung right now and as much as you feared the fact that an unknown was fucking you senseless, the fact remained that this was the most pleasure you had ever felt before. shame to admit, this was all your fantasies came to life. things that had previously only existed in your mind as you jerked off, biting down on your lip to muffle any sound you would have produced. back in training camp, you already figured how insane your sexual desires were. and no, you absolutely did not sign up for this job just to get a chance to get fucked like this. and no, you absolutely did not send jisung as far sway as possible just to get a chance to get fucked like this. 

you could feel it exploring you, sliding around your inner walls, inspecting every inch of you from the within. you could feel every bend, every twist. it made you discover sensations and places inside you you never knew existed. 

the little slimes caught on over and over, suckling, pulling and you let them do whatever they wanted to. it felt much better than jerking off in secret, trying to ignore a self-discovery that instead of a real cock you craved a tentacles stretching out your asshole instead. now you have gotten all you wanted and even more.

the creature kept tormenting your swollen, over-sensitive clit and nipples, forcing you to edge over and over. each thrust would send waves of pleasure over your body. 

jisung was awfully quiet, probably trying to make the most out of this, trying to remember everything while touching his little cock. you didn’t even wanna think of what you would do to him once you’re out of this.

but this, right now? all you could focus on were dozens of tentacles spilling its loads inside your ass. as soon as one tentacle cock was done, another took its place immediately. sometimes there were two tentacles inside you, sometimes three, taking turns to shove themselves in and out of your holes, taking their pleasure from you without any care as to how you were whimpering from being overstimulated. 

another tentacle went for your mouth that was hanging open, and you let it in, not caring anymore. you heard jisung hide a whimper. the slick sounds of his jerking hand finally reached you and you felt yourself getting even wetter. the thought of sucking him off crossed your mind briefly but it disappeared once the tentacle in your mouth poured out some liquid. you gulp it down, continuing to suck on it.

the other tentacles were pushing deeper and deeper inside you, filling you up over and over again. at some point, it started to leak out from you. you could feel the distension and liquid in your both holes and you groaned around the tentacle in your mouth.

it paid no heed, choosing to gag you over and over, spilling a cloying, sweet liquid down your throat and you had no choice but to swallow. it was surreal, impossible, a dream. 

as soon as all the tentacles finally pulled out of you and started marking your body with purple liquid, you realized you were cumming. your eyes rolled back incoherently as waves of blissful release crashed over you like tidal waves. you came so fucking hard that you almost blacked out. your body finally relaxed, now displaying a semen all over your skin, face and lips. how embarrassing.

the creature calmed down and slowly put you on the ground, letting you fall on your knees like a formless being. as bad as it seemed, you supposed that you wouldn't have it any other way. you body wanted it, needed it, and you’d let this monster use you and make you come over and over and over until you couldn’t cum anymore again and again.

your respite was interrupted as you heard a scream and then a familiar silhouette flashed through the air.

“jisung?!”

you raised your head in surprise, watching how what happened to you recently was about to happen again, only this time with your partner. clothes were torn to shreds, and shortly after a bunch of tentacles swirled around the man's body. jisung whined, tried to cover his groin with his hands, hoping that you wouldn't notice his standing cock. realizing that this could not be avoided, because the plant had already begun to bind his hands, he bit his lip and closed his eyes in embarrassment. a blush appeared on his cheeks.

“is there a chance you won’t look at me?” he said quietly, opening one eye slightly. 

“oh no, baby. i’ll let you get the taste of your own medicine.” you answered devilishly.

it was your turn to enjoy the show now.

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hi this is my first time doing a request lol so I hope I'm doing it right 😭

Could u write a han smut where maybe he's brother's bsf and there an age gap between him and reader?

BLUE SUNRISE — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: sub!jisung, noona!reader, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”

blue hair, a guitar over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and the eyebrow, big scared eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep. 

“this is jisung.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.

it was a month ago, in the middle of july.

your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why he had to be introduced to the whole family, you still couldn’t understand. but your first thought was that he was going to come out and introduce jisung as his boyfriend.  

contrary to the slutty look, jisung behaved very shyly. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, stood awkwardly in places, but continued to throw quick glances at you, probably thinking that you didn't notice anything.

inadvertently, you looked at him too, when he turned away. everything about him made you want to watch. sharp jawline that you thought you’d get cut if you touch it, eyebrow piercing with a large earring, vibrant blue hair, dark eyeshadow, but at the same time a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.

fortunately or not, this was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints and gradually you've started seeing jisung almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". you gradually got used to seeing him in your field of vision so often.

but that didn't help the feelings you were fighting. jisung was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him that way, but looking at the piercing in his lip, all you wanted was to know what it’d be like to kiss him.

no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to ignore his presence. especially when he was walking around your house in his swimming trunks and calling you “noona”. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, and the desire to pinch him under you, make him moan your name. in the past month you realized how much you needed a dick. his dick. 

but jisung either didn’t notice how flustered you were getting next to him, or was afraid to overstep the invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, didn't come into your room without knocking, didn't even touch you, and barely spoke to you. 

it was a game with fire. with such an age difference, if you were caught, you would get beaten up not only by your parents, but also by your brother. that's why all you could do was watch him from the sidelines, memorize his habits and things he liked.

you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food was chocolate cake, the anime he loved to rewatch was “howl's moving castle”. he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.

it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. for a second you got scared, because your family used it only as a storage. that's why the last thing you expected to see in this musty part of the house was jisung, enthusiastically playing something on the guitar at three in the morning. 

"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings, raising his head in your direction. strands of blue hair fell over his forehead and he casually brushed them aside without taking his eyes off you. it was unusual to see his bare face. without a heavy eyeshadow he looked even more like his age.

"no..." and you didn't lie. you really weren’t sleeping, jerking off at the thought of him fucking you raw. you were going to wash your hands, and finally fall asleep, but the noise brought you here. you awkwardly stumbled in the doorway, until jisung invited you in.

that night he sang you what he's been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of that moment was so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special. you will always remember it.

after reading a few lyrics, you realized that he was writing about a girl he couldn't get for some reason. the girl he fell in love with at first sight and now couldn’t get out of his head. 

and it hurt you to think that somewhere out there, most likely in college, there was a girl he wanted so badly that he even dedicated a song to her. you tried to act casual while listening to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why did you even check this stupid garage?

despite your inner pain, your curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how your musical nights started.

at first you only listened to him, but then you asked him to teach you how to play. and soon the night concerts turned into night lessons. 

the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes and an old sofa in the corner, and the two of you in the center of the room — on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. but even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to jisung, found that point of contact, what unites you. 

the interactions outside of night hours changed too. jisung started to act more calmly around you. the greatest indicator of the changes were his light touches. he’s never touched you before, even when he started teaching you. but now he would grab you by shoulders when passing by, could grab your hands to put them in the right position, and other light skin contact that was putting your body on fire.

jisung was peaceful and focused during lessons, unlike you. it was hard for you to keep cool, after seeing him in pajama pants and a tank top only. his arm muscles were so prominent, especially when he was playing. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring. at first you thought he was teasing you, but nevertheless, your eyes kept gluing there.

“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” jisung’s fingers plucked the strings with ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.

you sighed heavily and buried your hands in your palms. everything was going wrong tonight. it all began with your ruined orgasm, when, for some reason, jisung knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you tried to follow his words, but your wet pussy was making you lose all your focus. your body didn’t even need a light touch from him — his presence was enough to cause a reaction.

"it's okay, noona.” he patted you on the shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. "look at me and try to remember the movements of my fingers, okay?" 

the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was — you didn't exactly hear what he said. you only stared at his pretty lips moving, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth, starting to play. you were so so down bad for someone you’ve only known for a month. he was your brothers friend for fuck’s sake. and still you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, study how his biceps strained when he changed chords, notice his adam’s apple bobbing when he sang.

“got it?” jisung stopped, a bit of shyness still remained in his voice.

“y-yes…” you gulped and instantly nodded to save your ass.

god, why was he making you shutter like this?

“okay.” he put his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.” 

“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wished you could scream louder, but it was already past two in the morning.

“sorry-sorry!” jisung immediately surrendered, his cheeks getting all puffy out of embarrassment. his tongue ran over his lower lip and stopped at the piercing, sucking on the metal.

you felt your pussy starting to throb even harder, and clenched your legs, not taking your eyes off his lips.

“i know.” not even a second of thinking jisung loudly sighed and stood up, now looking at you from atop.  

your heart started racing as you saw him towering over you. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being such a bad student and for wasting his time. guilt quickly took over your body and you gave him a sympathetic look.

“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you began, but got cut off by his hands on yours bringing you up.  

“come here.” he said boldly, while leading you with him on the couch. “sit on my lap.”

“w-what?” your eyes were still on his hands, breathing becoming an impossible task as he shifted your body to where he wanted you to be. 

he placed one hand on your waist, pressing you closer to his chest, as the other picked up the guitar and put it over your legs. then he grabbed your hands and placed them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring your flustered state. his breath was ticking your neck, and you could feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your red face from behind. a soft hum escaped his lips as he seemingly got satisfied with the position you were in. 

“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly and you slightly jerked. 

it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs became unbearable, your panties were absolutely drenched by now.

you thought you would be able to sit through it until he placed his chin on your shoulder for a better view and his chest got pressed impossibly close to your back. that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you would end up fucking him right here.

“jisung- stop…” you sighed loudly, trying to get up. 

but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again and holding you tightly in place.

“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help you.” 

did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?

“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance, finally turning at him. 

“oh-“ jisung froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”

you were about to laugh in his face. 

“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how i’m always horny and wet around you?!”

“oh- i-i’m sorry…” he said carefully, looking shyly to the side. “i actually didn’t realize that- i’m sorry…”

his face turned completely red, but his hands hadn’t left your waist. 

you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush on his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact made you want him even more. you took him by chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. jisung gasped, still the most red you has even seen him be. 

“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned close to him, so he could feel your breath on his lips. 

“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like that, all nervous under you. 

you would lie if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. it also made you want to tease him more, so you did. 

“do you want me to kiss you?”

he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.

“do i… noona… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he gulped, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?

the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. jisung kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now. 

but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad. 

for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally placed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his blue hair were soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them. 

the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, attacking your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt jisung’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you ran your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.

jisung’s eyes opened widely and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy. 

“noona, what are you…” 

his shuttering only made you want act bolder with him.

“wanna continue or-”

“yes-yes! please, noona! please!” jisung mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you from below.

“you are so sweet, jisungie…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck. 

jisung joilted under you and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more and you instantly reached down to grab on his dick through the fabric.

and then something happened — jisung whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy almost made you pass out. 

“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown out pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “ah, fuck! noona, that feels so good-“

“yeah?” you smiled cheekily, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”

“mhm-“ he whimpered again. 

“shh, be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”

jisung’s eyes widened at your words and he bit his lip to suppress the sound that crawled up his throat.

despite your rebuke, you didn’t hesitate to pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. jisung hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glistening. jisung let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to new sensations. 

to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted for a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly. 

it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much jisung was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely. 

he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaved as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit you and shifted slightly in place, trying to remove the tension between your legs.

you watched how the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, how the skin gathered at the head. the way you started to flick your wrist, with your palm sweeping over the leaking tip, made him cry out even more, moaning your name. 

“shh, remember what i said?”

“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“ 

his whimpers were too good to your ear, and you couldn’t care less about being caught anymore. 

why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?

jisung was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting covered in his desire. 

“i’ve wanted this for so long.” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, noona?”

his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a semi-surprised look towards his confession, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time! this little shit!

you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly, and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”

“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting out, his mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time, noona. of course, every guy is afraid to approach you!” 

“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only wrapping harder around it. “are you afraid of me?”

jisung whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly. 

“n-no, no! i’m just saying that you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile fondly. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me, noona. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…” 

as you were about to say you forgive him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked at you with those doe eyes. 

oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two plus two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!

“now shut up or i’ll stop.” you replied shyly, trying to act cool, while a pink shade of blush covered your cheeks.

“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he said, clearly not shutting up and grabbed your hand in his, thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently demanding you to continue.

obviously, you wouldn’t leave jisung like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.

besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy. 

“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close, noona!” the noises jisung let out were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record some of it for yourself. 

despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and pleadingly ask you: “noona?” 

“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine with your words.

as you finally got off from his lap and started undressing you heard his husky voice saying: “fuck- that’s hot.”

you giggled, looking back at him. he was staring at you like a painting in the museum, watching carefully as your clothes flew on the floor, scared to miss any second of it. his breathing got heavier as he watched you reveal more and more skin, his mind flooding with thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him, he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved. 

“enjoying the view?” you teased as you got rid of last bits of clothing. 

jisung blushed, but kept looking. his desire finally overcame his shyness. 

a shiver went through your body at the hungry look in jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the curves of your body. 

you pushed him on the chest, signalizing to lay on the back and he obeyed, watching you move up toward his face.

“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parted before the corners pulled into a hungry grin. he couldn’t believe his luck.

you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his puffy cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.

“you are so hot, noona.” jisung speaked up once last time on the edge of a moan. his voice was rough, thick with arousal.

he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, when your glistening pussy was just above his face.

abruptly, jisung’s palms cupped over your thighs and brought you down to his face. his movements started uncertain at first, almost unnoticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace, making your mind already racing. you even nearly leaped off his face. 

“hold still, noona.”

the way he still kept calling you that while being completely crushed under your body made your breath hitch.

his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you tight onto his face. you were not going anywhere.

all you could focus on was his tongue flicking up across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no mind to your flinching.

he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans came out hot and breathy, and you grasped at his blue hair, feeling overwhelmed.

“jesus, jisung… what the fuck-“

you could see the smile in his eyes and he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.

“you taste incredible.” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.

“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was quiet and not convincing at all, especially when you started grinding on his face yourself. 

your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans were probably so loud, your whole family must’ve been behind the door already. but you couldn’t care less, when jisung was eating you out like this. he was just devouring you. your head fell back and you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have been dispelled as he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you back up.

his nose kept touching repeatedly on your swollen clit and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body threatening to submit to an intense orgasm at any moment… and that’s when you stopped. 

“jisung-jisung, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his intense grip. 

“what?” the disappointed look on his face made you wanna coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”

“no-no! of course not!” patting his cheek, you crawled to the bottom of the couch, right where his still hard cock was. “i wanna ride you.”

you could hear how jisung’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. 

you looked at his dick, trying to ignore the way your own breath hitched too. all you wanted right now was to sit on him, feel him fucking you raw. the fantasy you’ve been replaying over and over in your mind. 

“wait- before we start…” jisung interrupted you midway.

he propped himself up on the elbows and you watched him with a genuine confused look. but he didn’t stop, ending up with his face next to your breasts. 

“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself and you chuckled in embarrassment. 

but that emotion left you quickly as he started kissing down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly to catch your breath. 

the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed out his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.

jisung raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin, while keeping on playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal circle touching your sensitive flesh and it made you even more impatient.

“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, lightly pushing him in his chest. he sighed disappointingly, but complied. how could he possible be oppose that?

you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his puppy-like whimpers.

“wanna fuck me?” you teased him, enjoying the desperation painted on his face. 

you were absolutely loving this.

“oh shit- yes-yes, noona.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip. 

you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you wanna do, jisungie?”

his face flushed completely at your words and he brought his hands to cover his pink cheeks, groaning in frustration. “stop…”

“aww.” you cooed. “is jisungie embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”

“but i apologized…” he pouted. 

“correct. this is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.” you said, smirking at the way his rosy cheeks darkened. 

dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. jisung must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping on your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan came out of you as you sinked down further, arching your back. your heart pounded. 

slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the senses were overwhelmingly delicious.

“noona…” 

you were distracted by jisung’s whimpering underneath you. you opened your eyes and looked at his face, which showed a mixture of satisfaction, lust and embarrassment. 

“noona…”

“what, jisungie?”

“i-i don’t think i’ll last long, if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”

“i’m not even halfway in, and you are ready to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.

“‘m sorry…” he whispered. 

“fine.” you sank down on his cock in one motion. 

it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed. a ray of sunrise on his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.

you started grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up your insides. his hands switched to your waist, helping you stay in place, and your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch as you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.

“good boy, jisungie…”

another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.

he didn’t want this to stop. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.

it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat forming on your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. jisung came right after you, his cock throbbed painfully as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls. 

heavy breathing and hot moans filled the room. jisung grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.

with his dick still inside you, you leaned in, letting your lips connect. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.

“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little more, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special. 

he couldn’t help but mewl out a little “yes”, while another shade of blush spread across his puffy cheeks.

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Star Lost

F/M Pairing: Fem! Reader x Changbin (SKZ)

Genre: Science Fiction; Star Wars AU

Word Count: 13K

Warnings: Explicit Smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Alcohol Consumption, and Language; Changbin as a Brooding Mandalorian

Summary: They found you, a speck among millions of stars, and they gave you a home in their ranks. But how will your ragtag family of bounty hunters fare against a former storm trooper who offers you a compelling reward in exchange for your services?

A/N: if you see any mistakes, no you don’t…

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