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LITTLE HANDS, BIG HEARTS — ꒰ 스트레이 키즈 ꒱

⌯ a collection of short stories following along the journeys of you and your marriage + sweet moments with your little family !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ dad!skz x f!reader ˒˓ established relationship 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. pure fluff, very wholesome and cute domestic vibes, mentions of food and kissing, i think that’s really it.. 𝔀ords. 3.8k

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — ok so this turned out completely different than what i was originally envisioning on doing but i personally liked this idea way more idk >< i’m still battling w my writing abilities so pls go easy on me guys, i actually spent hours working on this so i’d love to know your thoughts if you have any :’) <3

방찬/BANG CHAN.

Raising four-year-old twin girls was most definitely not for the weak. There was never a dull moment in your household, and today would be no different. You already knew it was going to be a long morning the minute you caught Hyewon attempting to put sunscreen on the dog.

Before she even had the chance to empty the bottle on his tail, you quickly scramble to grab it. “Wonnie, no- no, that’s for you, not Berry,” you say gently, letting out a mini sigh of relief to yourself. Meanwhile, Haerin, was sitting quietly over by the front door, tightly clutching her beloved plush bunny, Tokki, like her life depended on it.

“She’s gonna drop it in the ocean,” you whisper worriedly to Chan as you zipped up the beach bag with last minute necessities. “Or forget it in the sand. You know how she gets—”

Chan looked up from packing the cooler and gave you a soft, slightly teasing smile. “Yeah, but you know how she gets without Tokki.”

Deep down, you knew he was right, and it was only a matter of time until you eventually caved in and agree. Haerin lights up like a thousand fireflies, hugging Tokki to her chest with a tiny, “thank you, Mommy.”

Somehow, miraculously, you managed to herd the two whirlwinds out of their pajamas, into their matching strawberry-print swimsuits and get everyone buckled up in the car. Chan was adjusting his sunglasses, worn with the world’s most offensively bright Hawaiian shirt, gifted by his own dad years ago, and grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.

The drive was filled with nothing but carseat chaos and boisterous laughter, Hyewon was demanding ‘Sunflower’ on repeat, Chan’s belting it at full volume with animated hand gestures, and Haerin’s quietly humming along, stroking Tokki’s ear as the wind from the cracked window tousled her hair. Your heart was overflowing as you leaned your head against the window, trying to cover your smile with your hand.

By the time you’ve arrived, the beach was already packed with loads of other families and umbrellas, but you were able to find a spot close to some shade thanks to a large palm tree. Towels were spread out, snacks scattered around haphazardly, and tiny sandals flung off with excitement. The girls ran around squealing while Chan chased after them, sand sticking to his calves, shirt clashing beautifully with the ocean behind him. You snapped photo after photo— Hyewon with melted ice cream on her nose, Haerin making the tiniest sand castle in intense silence, Chan holding both girls’ hands as they shrieked when waves nipped at their toes.

It was perfect.

Until, on the walk back to the car, Haerin suddenly gasped. “Tokki!” Her eyes wide, brimming with tears, bottom lip already trembling. “She’s gone!”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Chan hands you the car keys and gave a quick peck to your forehead before jogging back towards the beach like a man on a mission. After twenty-ish minutes or so, he comes back with Tokki triumphantly in his hand, sweat on his brow, and sand salting his hair.

“I found her under a bench,” he huffed, nearly out of breath, and grinning like he’d just won an Olympic gold medal. Haerin squealed, her little legs running up to go hug him with all the strength she could muster, happy to be reunited with her favorite stuffie, while Hyewon was clapping like she’d just witnessed a magic trick.

You smiled at the three of them, bathed in sunlight, cheeks rosy and eyes bright— like something out of the sweetest dream, and you couldn’t stop thinking ‘this is everything i could’ve ever wanted.’

Even if you still weren’t sure how he made that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt look good.

리노/LEE KNOW.

You should’ve known something was up the second Minho walked into the bedroom that morning, a big grin plastered on his face like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“Don’t be mad,” he started, crawling into bed beside you, “but I told Junseo that today is Yes Day.”

You blinked, confused. “Yes Day as in..?”

“As in, I say yes to whatever he wants. There’s no rules. No limits. Just for one day.”

You groaned, looking at him as if he’d gone crazy, which in your defense— he quite literally has. “Minho, are you insa—”

“Too late,” he sang. “The king has already declared it.”

In the next room, you could hear your five-year-old son, Junseo, already shouting something about “pajama adventures” and “waffles forever”, that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day.

By 10 am, your husband and son were decked out in matching dinosaur pajamas and sunglasses, strutting into the grocery store like they owned the place. You followed behind in actual clothes, pretending not to know them while Minho loudly asked one of the employees, “excuse me, where’s the section for super awesome dads and coolest kids alive?”

Then came the living room trampoline hour, aka “couch jumping time,” where Minho taught Junseo how to perfect his “butt bounce.” You watched them from the kitchen, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“Minho, that couch was expensive.”

“Yeah, but did you see his airtime? Couches are replaceable, this moment isn’t!” He shot back proudly.

Lunch was popcorn with chocolate drizzle, gummy bears, and a juice box taste test. Dinner? Dino-shaped waffles eaten in a blanket fort lit up with fairy lights.

“I cannot believe you’re encouraging this,” you shook your head as you wiggled inside the fort with them.

Minho was lying flat on his stomach, sipping fruit juice from a neon green twisty straw. “What? I’m just following orders. I’m an employee of Junseo Industries.”

Junseo nods, a dried patch of syrup present on his chin. “You’re fired if you say no!”

Minho gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

The night ended off with a sing-along dance party in the living room, Minho flailing around with a dish towel as a makeshift cape while Junseo’s half laughing and screaming as he tries to copy his dad’s questionable dance moves. You just stood there watching everything unfold, in utter disbelief that this was the man you married.

Later, after Junseo passed out mid-sentence on the couch, Minho gently scoops him up and and tucked him in for bed, brushing flyaway strands from his forehead with the most endearing look in his eyes.

He returned to your shared bedroom and he whispered, “he said it was the best day of his life.”

You sigh softly, leaning into him. “He’s not the only one.”

When Minho wrapped his arms around you, still in pajamas and smelling faintly of maple syrup, you realized something very true.

Your husband might be a child in disguise… but he was all yours— and the best dad in the entire world.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

“Welcome to the Nari Salon!” Your daughter announced with both hands in the air, a pink plastic makeup case clutched under one arm and a sparkly sticker decorating her forehead. “Today’s special is princess makeover. Only brave daddies allowed.”

Changbin’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in sweatpants and a nervous smile, glancing over at you for backup. You were curled up on the couch with your phone, already recording.

“Why only daddies?” He wonders, trying not to laugh.

“Because mommies already have pretty faces,” Nari replied with absolute conviction, opening her case like she was real makeup artist. “You have no sparkle.”

“Ouch,” Changbin pouts, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Roasted by my own child.”

Nari didn’t flinch. “Sit still, Appa. This might tickle.”

The next fifteen minutes was pure chaos.

Glitter eyeshadow ended up on Changbin’s eyebrows. Blush was aggressively swirled onto his forehead. Lip gloss was applied… to his teeth? Then at some point, a butterfly sticker was slapped onto the middle of his nose like a finishing touch.

“You’re doing amazing, baby,” you cooed, trying not to cry from laughter, “he’s never looked better.”

“I know,” Nari boasts with the utmost pride, stepping back to look with her hands on her hips. “He’s a glittery king!”

Changbin struck a pose, face glowing brighter than a disco ball. “How do I look?”

“Fabulous,” you said, barely holding it together. “Like someone who’s never getting that lip gloss off his eyelids.”

She climbed into his lap and cupped his cheeks, smushing his glittery face between her tiny hands. “Appa, you’re sooooooo beautiful.”

Hearing that made Changbin instantly melt into a puddle. His arms wrapped around her smaller form, expression softening beneath the rainbow mess on his face. “You made me beautiful, Nari. Only you could.”

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, humming to herself as she opens the bottle of nail polish.

Before she could start painting his knuckles purple, he looked up at you with sparkling eyes— part glitter, part happy tears. “She really said I had no sparkle.”

“She fixed you, honey,” you teased, grinning.

“Thank God for the Nari Salon,” he praised once again, pulling her in for another bear hug while she squealed with joy.

By this point, you were smiling like an idiot. Watching the two of them— your fierce little girl and your big, soft husband, covered in sparkles and love, it was almost too much for your heart to handle.

This was your life now. Glittery, loud, messy, but you wouldn’t change a single thing.

현진/HYUNJIN.

“Appa,” Seola says loudly between bites of Cheeto puffs, “I wan’ it to sparkle a lot. Like, super sparkle.”

Hyunjin, sleeves rolled up and brows furrowed in pure concentration, didn’t even look up. “I got you, princess. This castle is gonna outshine the sun.”

You peep your head around the corner from the kitchen, suppressing a laugh. The dining table was littered with various sheets of colored paper, glue sticks, markers, pom-poms, and without a doubt, looked like a glitter war zone. Your daughter who’s in first grade now, sat with her little legs swinging aimlessly under the chair, one sock is halfway off, happily munching away as Hyunjin diligently glued yet another swirl of gold glitter onto the cardboard turrets of her art project.

“Babe.. is this her assignment or yours?” You teased.

“She’s the visionary,” he replies without missing a beat, “I’m just the hands.”

“I said the glitter goes on the windows,” Seola chimed in, dramatic as her father, pointing a cheesy finger at the paper castle.

“Yes, ma’am,” Hyunjin responds with a mock salute, tongue slightly poking out as he carefully traced the edges of the cardboard windows with more layers of glue. “I’m just your humble servant.”

You shook your head, smiling so hard you could feel your cheeks starting to hurt. He looked completely ridiculous— dried glue on his hoodie sleeve, glitter dusting his cheekbones like highlight, and yet somehow still managed to look stupidly handsome. Meanwhile, your daughter’s living her best life, alternating between bossing him around like the little diva she is and licking cheese dust off her fingers.

At one point, she dropped her snack, and Hyunjin immediately reached for it. “I’ll get it, baby. Don’t touch your masterpiece with chip hands.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” She huffed, even though she most definitely was.

They bickered sweetly for another twenty minutes while you watched, heart swelling with something too warm to name. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would sneak a glance at you, eyes crinkling like he couldn’t believe this was real life— married to his best friend, helping his daughter craft the shiniest art project in the class.

When the glue was finally drying, Seola yawned and leaned against Hyunjin’s side, a glittered pom-pom still stuck to her hand.

“Appa, I love you.”

Hyunjin almost cried, kissing the crown of her head and holding her close. “I love you more, my little artist.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around both of them, resting your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “If her teacher gives her anything less than an A, I’m emailing the school.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll bedazzle the email.”

한/HAN.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Jisung was holding up the Lego Medieval Castle like it was his firstborn. “What if we need this one because it has a working drawbridge?”

You quirked a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you survey the overflowing shopping cart that’s filled to the brim with Lego sets— dinosaurs, spaceships, a sushi restaurant, two different Star Wars builds, and a suspiciously tiny Minecraft keychain your five-year-old son, Taemu, was cluthing onto since you’ve got here.

“Babe, that’s literally the fifth set you’ve added in the last ten minutes.”

“It’s not for me,” he rebuttals, blinking innocently. “It’s for our son. Right, Taemu?”

Taemu nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mommy! I need the dragon and the pizza truck!”

You squinted. “Since when do dragons eat pizza..?”

“Since now,” Jisung said confidently. “Plus, look! This one comes with a guy who has tiny armor. Tiny. Armor.”

You swap looks between the two of them, your son beaming up at you with big doe eyes and your fully grown husband doing the same, holding up the box of Lego ninjas like his life wouldn’t be complete without it.

“Please, Mommy,” they both say in unison. Jisung even adding a little pout.

You sighed out dramatically. “You two are the worst.”

“But the cutest,” Jisung grinned, kissing your cheek.

“Ugh, fine,” you muttered, tossing it into the cart. “But if I step on even one of these bricks at home, I’m throwing them all into the ocean.”

Taemu gasped. “Not the ocean! That’s where sharkies live!”

Jisung leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, bud. We’ll build a submarine next time.”

As you made your way to the checkout, the two of them started excitedly whispering about their build order, as if they’re discussing some kind of war strategy.

“Okay, so we do the dragon first, obviously,” Jisung suggests, nudging Taemu.

“But then the spaceship after. ‘Cause we need to fly away if the dragon gets mad,” Taemu added seriously.

You just went along with it in silence, heart ridiculously full.

Back at the car, Jisung helped load the trunk, humming a made-up Lego anthem while Taemu echoed every lyric in the backseat.

“Y’know,” you said, watching them with quiet affection, “I think you might be more excited than he is.”

Jisung makes his way over to you, caging his arm around your waist. “I just never grew out of the Lego phase, but luckily enough for me, I married someone who still loves me anyway.”

You leaned into his hold, laughing softly. “Yeah, yeah. I married two children.”

As you drove home with a trunk full of bricks and a car full of joy, you kept replaying it all your head— even through all the goofy smiles, an unreasonable amount of money spent, and more Legos than shelf space, this was exactly the kind of life you’d always dreamt of.

필릭스/FELIX.

The kitchen smelled like vanilla, flour dust lingered in the air, and there was already an ungodly amount of sugar coating the floor. Your daughter, Minji, stood on her little step-stool in a pastel pink apron that had “Mommy’s Little Baker” engraved on the front, sleeves bunched up, hair in uneven pigtails that Felix had proudly done himself. A smear of cinnamon clung to her cheek as a badge of honor.

“Okay, now we roll it gently,” you remind, guiding her small hands over the dough.

“I am being gentle,” Minji declared, dramatically squishing her palms into the dough with utmost concentration.

Felix snorted behind you, leaning against the marble countertop with streaks of flour across his black t-shirt. “Gentle like a baby elephant,” he teased.

Minji looks back, affronted. “Appa, ‘m not an elephant! ‘m a chef!”

“Yes, Chef Minji,” he said with a bow, laughing as he kissed the top of her head. “The most powerful cinnamon roll maker in the whole universe.”

“And Mommy is the assistant,” she added seriously, pointing at you with a cinnamon-covered finger.

“Oh, excuse me,” you giggled, saluting her. “I live to serve.”

The three of you moved in messy harmony— Felix sneaking pinches of brown sugar into his mouth, Minji narrating every step like she was filming her own little cooking show, and you trying (and failing) to keep everything somewhat tidy. Somewhere between spreading the butter and sprinkling the cinnamon sugar, Felix laced his arm around your waist, pulling you close and whispering, “still can’t believe I got to marry you.”

Your lips curve upward, feeling your face heat up. “You say that everytime we bake.”

He embeds a kiss to your temple. “Because everytime, it hits me again. Like, boom. You’re really my wife and we created the most beautiful family together.”

“Appaaaaa,” Minji groaned dramatically, scrunching her nose. “No kissy stuff while we’re cooking!”

Felix just grinned. “You’ll understand one day.”

They both looked at you with matching eyes; bright, golden, and full of the same affection that all started when you were sixteen and scribbling hearts on each other’s notebooks. It was the kind of joy that hadn’t dimmed since graduation day, when you two got married at the courthouse with nothing but dreams and cheap rings.

You watched as Minji proudly rolled up the dough, lopsided and chaotic, but beautiful, and placed it on the tray with such care.

“Do you think this one will taste like love?” She asks, peeking up at you with cinnamon-sticky fingers.

Felix ruffled her hair, smiling so wide his dimples made in appearance. “Sweetheart, with you in the kitchen? It already does.”

And just like that, your heart’s already melting faster than the frosting you were about to drizzle.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

The sun had barely risen, but Seungmin’s already pacing the living room in his Team Tigers dad cap, holding your son’s tiny glove as if it was made of gold.

“Do you think I should bring the big camera and my phone?” He debates, squinting at both intensely like he was holding a press conference and not going to a T-ball game full of six-year-olds who still ran to third base by accident.

You sipped your coffee, watching your husband buzz around like a fly, being the world’s most enthusiastic sports dad that he is. “Babe, you’re not shooting a documentary. He’s going to hit a foam ball with a plastic bat.”

Seungmin looked at you offended. “Excuse you. This is Tigers vs. Bulldogs. Game of the century.”

Your son, Sunwoo, walked in with his oversized jersey practically drowning him with mismatched socks peeking out of his cleats. “Appa, can I bring my lucky froggy?” He asked, holding the lime green plush for dear life.

“Absolutely,” Seungmin nodded seriously. “Every MVP needs a mascot.”

By the time you stepped onto the field, Seungmin had already introduced himself to the coach, made friends with two other dads, and claimed a spot along the fence with the best view. He pulled his phone out, ready to record like it’s opening day at a major league stadium.

“There he is! That’s my boy!” He shouts excitedly, zooming in as Sunwoo adjusted his cap and ran to the outfield with a tiny determined pout.

When Sunwoo missed a catch and accidentally bonked another player with his glove, Seungmin winced. “That’s okay, buddy! Nice effort! So proud of you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re acting like he just pitched a no-hitter.”

“He will, one day,” Seungmin voiced confidently. “Mark my words.”

When Sunwoo finally made contact with the ball, which was more of a thud than a hit, sending it rolling about five feet— Seungmin leapt to his feet like your son had just hit a grand slam.

“YES, SUNWOO! GO, GO, GO, RUN LIKE THE WIND, BUDDY!”

The other parents chuckled as your son sprinted to first base, grinning so hard his helmet slid halfway down his face. You watched Seungmin film it all, eyes shining, narrating like a proud coach.

After the game, Sunwoo ran into his arms, sweaty and smiling. “Did you see me, Appa?! I hit it!”

“I saw everything,” Seungmin beamed, crouching down to Sunwoo’s level. “I got it all on video. You’re a legend.”

You also snapped a photo of them, Sunwoo in his muddy cleats, Seungmin still in full proud dad mode, holding the phone up high with the evidence to prove it.

Right then and there, just watching them both glow under the sunlight, you knew this, exactly this, is what love is supposed to look like.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

“Appa,” your son whispered, tugging on Jeongin’s sleeve and pointing toward the crowded game booth, “I need that Snorlax.”

Jeongin followed his gaze to the oversized plush, which was nearly the size of your son himself— lounging behind a wall of neon prizes, looking as unbothered as ever. “Snorlax, huh?” He confirms, cracking his knuckles. “Say no more.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t even know how to play that game.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jeongin replied, already marching over with unbridled confidence. “For our son, I’m a man of many talents.”

You stayed back with your giggling boy, watching your husband take aim with a beanbag and dramatically miss by about two feet.

“So close!” You called out, choking on a laugh.

“That was a warm-up throw!” Jeongin shouted, waving his arms.

Four failed attempts and two near misses later, the booth worker took pity and decided to give him an extra turn. Jeongin narrowed his eyes, summoning all his dramatic flair that lead up for this moment and by some miracle, knocked the last can clean over.

He turned to your son with wide eyes. “Did you see that?!”

“I SAW IT!” Hajoon screamed, jumping up and down, flaring with excitement.

Moments later, Jeongin was parading back with a triumphant grin and an enormous Snorlax draped across his shoulders. “Mission complete.”

“You look like Snorlax’s Uber,” you teased.

He puffed out his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Afterward, you spent hours wandering around the park, riding kiddie coasters, playing games, and sharing snacks. Jeongin disappeared to “go get water” and came back suspiciously sticky-lipped and a little more upbeat than usual.

Unbeknownst to you, he’d eaten three sticks of cotton candy behind the funnel cake stand.

By the time you buckled everyone into the car, Hajoon’s already dozing off with Snorlax in his lap, Jeongin was absentmindedly tapping his fingers to a silent beat and softly humming what sounded like the theme song from Pokémon— for the third time.

You gave him a little side-eye. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He assured, sounding way too enthusiastic. “Did you know cotton candy is just, like, magic? Sugar magic? I feel like I could fly home!”

“…How much did you eat?”

He looked out the window. “That’s not important.”

On the drive home, he pointed out every billboard, sang along to every dumb commercial jingle, and randomly turned around to whisper “Snorlax is watching you” to your sleeping son.

You were somewhere between exhausted and in love.

Later that night, when your sugar-crashed husband snored softly next to you, arm wrapped loosely around both you and Hajoon with Snorlax wedged somewhere at your feet, you smiled to yourself.

Even through all the chaos, sugar highs, and loudness.

It truly was the perfect day.

it’s literally 3 am and i wanna cry rn, i’m actually so sleepy and i feel like i can never finish ANYTHING at a reasonable hour but i’m happy to be finally done w this 😖💗

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[sunshinereblogs0]

dress to impress get fucked .ᐟ (maknae line)

i present: stray kids making you wear the sluttiest thing out just so they can ruin you in it later

genre: smut, minors dni. word count: 500~ish warnings: public sex, degradation, forced orgasm, possessive behavior, overstimulation, spit, creampies, breeding talk, semi-public risk. a/n: if you’re gonna dress like a whore, they’ll fuck you like one. simple math ♡ here is part two with our beloved maknaes!! based of this ask. sorry i feel like this came out totally bad and not like i imagined it :((( hope yall still like it. another disclaimer: this accidentally landed on my reblog 😭 my main is @sunshineangel0 btw haha

-> hyungs

HAN JISUNG Jisung doesn’t just pick the outfit, he makes it. Cuts the hem of your skirt higher, snips the front of your top so your tits nearly spill out when you breathe. He makes you stand still while he folds the waistband of your panties down, low enough that your whole slit’s on display if the wind hits right. “Gotta advertise what’s mine, yeah?” he grins, snapping a picture from behind. “Gonna be begging for it later. I can feel it.”

All night he plays it off like he’s sweet. Laughing, kissing your cheek, dancing behind you in the club with both hands on your hips, but his fingers keep dipping under your skirt like he can’t help himself. He whispers the dirtiest shit while you pretend to ignore the way your knees buckle: bet they’d die if they knew you were soaking for me already. Look at ‘em staring. You like putting on a show that bad, baby?

You don’t even make it back to the car. He pulls you into a dark alley behind the club and fingers you up against the brick wall, grinding into your ass while you cry into his hoodie. When you start to shake, he shoves your panties aside and fucks you raw right there, one hand choking you, the other shoved in your mouth to muffle the sounds. “Whine all you want, pretty baby. You wanted to be fucked like a slut, this is what that means.”

When he cums, he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking into the mess, your whole body twitching. “We’re not done ‘til I say so.”

LEE FELIX Felix picks something illegal. Tiny mesh bodysuit under an open skirt, no bra, no pasties, no coverage. He makes you model it in front of him, legs spread wide on the bed while he plays with your nipples through the fabric. “You’re gonna wear this out? Damn,” he groans. “Gonna have to fuck you in every room just to calm down.”

At the club, he can’t stop touching you. His hand’s always on your thigh, sliding between your legs to remind you he owns it. When you squirm, he kisses your neck. “Be good, baby. Save it for later.” But it’s all a lie, he can’t wait. The second you start grinding back into his lap during a slow song, he snaps.

He takes you to the VIP bathroom and bends you over the sink without a word. Bodysuit pushed to the side, skirt bunched around your waist, his fingers shoved into your mouth as he rails you from behind, deep and fast. “God, you’re loud. Want the whole place to know who’s fucking you, huh?” he pants, watching your tits bounce in the mirror.

When you start to clench, he growls, “That’s it. Cum on my cock, make a fucking mess,” and you do, legs shaking, eyes rolling back. He cums so deep you feel it dripping down your thighs the whole walk home.

“You better not change when we get there. I’m gonna ruin that outfit again.”

KIM SEUNGMIN Seungmin acts like he’s annoyed when you wear something revealing, but it’s all part of the game. He lets you choose, just stares when you walk out in that microscopic dress, eyebrows raised. “Guess you’re asking for attention tonight.” His voice is flat, but he’s hard already. “Hope you know what that means.”

He’s quiet all night, just watching. Barely touches you, doesn’t say much, but the second someone looks at you too long, his fingers find your thigh, firm grip, a warning. He’ll wait until you’re confused, needy, thinking maybe he won’t fuck you after all.

Then, in the car, he drags you over the console and fucks you sideways while the engine’s still running. No warm-up. Just splits you open with one sharp thrust, hand clamped over your mouth while he mutters, “Who gave you permission to look like this? Hm? Answer me.” You can’t, your brain’s gone, the window’s fogged up, his hips bruising your thighs.

He pulls out before you cum, makes you finish on his fingers while he watches. “Sluts like you don’t deserve it easy,” he spits. “Look at the state of you. Ruined before we even got home.”

YANG JEONGIN Jeongin pretends he’s shy, but he’s the worst. Smiles all sweet when he zips you into a dress with no back, no bra, and nothing underneath. “Think anyone’ll notice you’re not wearing panties?” he asks, pretending it’s innocent. It’s not.

He touches you everywhere in public. Traces your spine with his fingertips, palms your ass when you lean against the bar. He giggles when you flinch, when you squeeze your thighs together to stop leaking. “You okay?” he teases. “You look desperate.”

He fucks you in a gas station bathroom on the way home. Bent over the sink, dress flipped up, his hand locked over your mouth as he wrecks you with fast, shallow thrusts. “You gonna cry? Thought you wanted to be a whore for me,” he pants, watching your mascara run.

When he finishes, he doesn’t let you clean up. Just pulls the dress back down and kisses your cheek like nothing happened.

“You’ll still be dripping when we get home. That’s the point.”

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texts to noona — jisung

❑ jisung really loves his older girlfriend and isn't afraid to show it ❑ warnings — adult dialogue, slightly suggestive, han being a straight up simp for his noona ❑ notes — no other member of stray kids fits this theme as well as Han Jisung. we all know he loves older women. i was really excited to do these ones and he turned into a bit of a simp but im not complaining! thank you for reading and please reblog to show your support! ⓘ DISCLAIMER: for entertainment purposes only. these are fictional characters based on the very real members of stray kids. these fake texts in no way represent or reflect their irl personalities main masterlist || jisung masterlist || taglist minors do not interact with nsfw content! ageless & blank blogs will be blocked!

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Why so cute Hanji 🥺

EPISODE 1: HELP! MY HOT GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT ME CRYING AFTER GIVING HEAD! (NOT CLICKBAIT)

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

jisung thought tutoring the hottest girl on campus would ruin his GPA— not his pants. one month later, he’s somehow getting called ‘pretty’ mid-thrust and offering you pocky as a post-orgasm snack.

pairing: nerd!han jisung x popular!f!reader, established relationship genre/tags: college au, smut, fluff, jisung is a loser with a capital L, humor sprinkled in bc i’m unserious asf, lots of references to anime and other dumb stuff, lowkey perv!jisung, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), piv, protected s*x, kinda subby!jisung but he’s still a whore lol words: 5.4k (wasn’t expecting it to be this long… guess i yap too much)

[ note. ] — i had to make another nerd!ji fic bc i literally cannot stop thinking about him 😣 feel free to read my other fic for more context since it’s set in the same universe but i wanted to make a smut ver so here we areeee <33 also, i will be making more parts eventually, hence why it’s labeled as ‘episode 1’ so stay tuned for more !

Jisung thought for sure that was going to die a virgin. Not in a sad, self-loathing kind of way, but more in a “yeah, that checks out,” kind of way. The type of peaceful resignation one might have while unplugging a broken router for the eighth time before crying into a bowl of instant ramen. Because guys like him— guys who quoted Dragon Ball Z unironically, who panicked when girls sat next to them in lecture halls, who built custom keyboards for fun and screamed at League. They didn’t date girls like you.

And they most definitely didn’t sleep with girls like you.

Still, that didn’t keep him from fantasizing. Constantly, shamelessly, unhingedly.

He’d never known what it felt like to have warm walls wrapped around his cock. Never heard those broken whines girls in hentai would make— unless he counted the ones he accidentally let out when he edged himself too long. His hand was simply never enough, no matter how many times he convinced himself he could “recreate the pressure.”

The bottle of lotion and box of tissues on his nightstand weren’t even hidden anymore— they sat like holy relics beside his gaming PC, ready for immediate access the second he closed League and opened incognito mode.

Porn never fully satisfied his craving though, he always wanted more. Even the best JAV compilation or doujinshi fan dub couldn’t compare to the real sickness consuming his brain: you.

You, with the glossy Instagram that he scrolled through like it was the damn Louvre. You, wearing micro bikinis in pool selfies with captions like ‘hot girl summer’ while he rots in bed, sweating and crying at the curvature of your ass.

You, biting your glittery, gel pen in class, leaning across the desk to ask for help, accidentally flashing a glimpse of cleavage so dangerous it made him pause mid-equation like he got hit with a stun grenade. Stalking your Instagram, seeing you in the tiniest baby tees and mini skirts. It was the perfect gooner material.

He’d stroke himself under the covers while biting a t-shirt to keep quiet, muttering your name between gasps like he was summoning a spirit. Fantasies playing out in his head that ranged from soft and romantic— like kissing you breathless during office hours— to completely feral, like bending you over his anime pillow while you called him “pretty boy” and ruined his life.

It didn’t help that you flirted with him now.

That you asked him to tutor you.

That you sat so close during study sessions he could sense your perfume from a mile away and taste the salt from the fries you always stole off his plate.

You laughed at his jokes, called him cute, even once said he had “nice hands,” and he nearly evaporated on the spot. Had to excuse himself to the bathroom with a boner and a prayer.

Every night ended the same. Him, fisting his cock in pathetic desperation at the thought of your pussy swallowing him whole, whispering ‘please’ like a man on the verge of religious enlightenment.

And every night, after he came all over his own stomach, out of breath and guilt-ridden, he’d sigh dramatically and say,

“I’m going to die alone. I know it. I’ll be the guy with the Zero Two body pillow and the unopened condom pack from 2017 that he keeps in case of a miracle.”

He did not, under any circumstances, expect you to be that miracle.

Never in a million years did he think he’d actually have a chance, let alone be dating you. You were just too perfect. The literal girl of his dreams.

Popular. Gorgeous. Cool in the kind of way that made any and everyone want to be around you without knowing why. You had that magnetic charm about you, an easily contagious laugh, a confident stride when you walk, and that dangerous habit of licking your lip gloss mid-sentence like you were in a CW drama.

And yet, somehow, here he was, currently horizontal on his bed, shirtless, breathless, with you on top of him wearing his oversized Bleach t-shirt and not much else, grinning like you’d just won first place in a science fair and a dance battle.

“Are you glitching?” You asked, poking his cheek. “Do I need to unplug you and plug you back in?”

“I- uh- w-what? No- yes? No.” He stuttered like every word had just magically left his vocabulary, he was definitely malfunctioning.

You laughed, head dropping onto his bare chest as he laid stiff as a board, arms hovering midair like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you even now. Even after dating you for a whole month.

“A month,” he whispered, still stunned by the timeline. “That’s like… thirty days of you voluntarily being seen with me.”

“Thirty one,” you corrected, lifting your head to smirk down at him. “Don’t forget the bonus day where you kissed me in front of the vending machine and the entire basketball team clapped.”

“I thought I was going to throw up.”

“You looked like you did throw up.”

Jisung covered his face with both hands and groaned.

God, he still didn’t know how this happened. When you had asked him to tutor you in stats, he assumed you were just kidding— or high. But you weren’t. You’d actually shown up. You’d flirted, sat on his lap one time when all the seats were taken at the library, and then acted like it was no big deal while his soul left his body.

And now here you were. Straddling him. Teasing him. Literally wearing his t-shirt with the anime print on it and calling him “baby” in the kind of voice that should be illegal.

“You’re so tense, Sungie,” you murmur, lightly dragging your fingers down his chest. “I know you like it when I touch you. You make these cute little gasps like a baby bird.”

“I-I don’t sound like a baby bird,” he mumbled, absolutely sounding like a baby bird.

You leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Chirp.”

Jisung squeaked.

You lost it, giggling into his neck while he covered his blushy face with a pillow. “Oh my god, stopp- why are you like this- why did you choose me,”

“Because you’re smart, and sweet, and you get all flustered when I call you hot. And because,” you sat up again, hips rolling ever so slightly and watching his pupils blow wide as you rocked against his clothed erect, “you say things like ‘This is just like my fanfic’ under your breath and then deny it.”

He groaned at the sudden friction, arms falling limp at his sides. “You heard that?”

“Babe, I hear everything. Like right now, I can hear how bad you want me to ride you.” You bit your lip, feeling your wetness growing at a rapid pace as you continuously grind on him.

Jisung whimpered. “Okay. I- this is really happening, right? This isn’t like, some kind of VR dream or like a… cursed hentai plotline where I wake up and you’re actually a sentient toaster?”

You blinked. “What the hell kind of anime are you watching?”

He slapped a hand over his eyes. “Nevermind, pretend I didn’t say that..”

You kissed him then. Slowly. Tenderly. Like you had all the time in the world and like you couldn’t believe your luck either. Because yeah, you were the cool girl, but Jisung was the first guy who actually listened when you talked. Who remembered your favorite boba order. Who’d stayed up until 3 am tutoring you and still walked you to your dorm with sleepy, nerdy affection twinkling in his eyes.

So yeah, you were gonna roast him forever— but you were also gonna ruin him tonight.

“Hey, baby,” you whispered, reaching down to tug his sweatpants lower.

Jisung was in the midst of catching his breath like he’d just run a marathon. “Y-yeah?”

“After I make you cum, will you tell me all about the sentient toaster anime?”

“…Maybe.”

+

“Okay,” Jisung panted, curling into your side like a baby koala clinging to its mother, “that was better than every hentai I’ve ever seen.”

You snorted into his shoulder. “High praise coming from the man who owns a $300 body pillow.”

“She was limited edition!” He quickly defends himself.

You playfully roll your eyes, kissing his flushed cheek. “So are you, Sungie. So are you.”

And yeah, Jisung still thought he was going to die a virgin once upon a time.

But now, wrapped in your arms with kiss marks littering his neck and your laughter still echoing in his ears— he was just really, really glad that he’s been proven wrong.

+

The moment you straddled Jisung and kissed him again, something shifted in the room.

And not just him having an outer-body experience for the sixth time in an hour.

You pulled back from his lips to look around, and the first thing you said was, “Okay, I have to say it- your room is the most aggressively virgin-coded space I’ve ever been in.”

“I told you not to look too closely!” He whined, burying his face into your neck as you giggled and craned to inspect the chaos surrounding you.

“Let’s see…” you started ticking things off on your imaginary list. “Anime wall scrolls? Check. Neon RGB light strips that make your room look like a gaming dungeon? Check. Is that Hatsune Miku in a glass case next to middle school spelling bee trophies?”

He groaned. “They’re collector’s items—”

“You were runner-up in 8th grade and you framed it.”

“I peaked early, okay?!”

You laughed so hard you fell forward onto his chest. “I love you.”

He froze. “Wh-what?”

You blinked. “I said I love you.”

He looked like you’d just offered him a lifetime supply of ramen and also stabbed him in the heart.

“…I love you too,” he whispered, barely getting it out before he hid under the covers.

You tugged the blanket back down just enough to see his red face. “Hey. Don’t hide. I wanna see you. Look so pretty when you blush.”

“PRETTY?!” He yelped.

You nodded in confirmation, brushing hair off his forehead. “Mmhm. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. Especially like this- messy hair, pink cheeks, all breathless under me…”

He made the most broken noise you’d ever heard.

His hands gripped your hips like he didn’t know what to do with them, like he was trying not to crush you or himself with how desperate he felt. His eyes were dark now, glazed and locked onto your every move as you slowly ground against the bulge in his sweats.

“This is real, right?” He meant to ask that in his head but blurted it out instead, voice slightly cracking. “This is really happening?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Feels pretty real to me, baby.”

At this point Jisung was spiraling.

Not just emotionally. No, that happened daily.

This was a full-system shutdown.

You’d tugged your shirt off without warning and smiled down at him like it was the most casual thing in the world, and now his hands were hovering awkwardly mid-air like he wasn’t sure if he had permission to touch you or if he was being Punk’d by the gods of horny delusion.

Your skin. Your smile. Your fucking tits.

And worse— worse— as your fingers brushed through his messy brown locks and your thighs shifted over his hips, his brain suddenly screamed,

‘I can’t believe I’m about to get pussy before Jeongin.’

Jeongin, his slightly cooler, slightly taller, still-a-virgin roommate who had three rotating Discord kittens and a suspicious amount of cologne but somehow still never scored.

Jeongin, who walked around shirtless after push-up sessions and said things like “it’s not rizz, it’s charisma” unironically. Jeongin, who once said “I want my first time to be passionate and respectful” but also accidentally downloaded a virus trying to pirate a hentai dating sim.

Jisung had always assumed if one of them was gonna make it out of virginhood first, it’d be the guy with the Uzumaki clan symbol tattooed on his ribs and a social life.

But no.

It was him. Han Jisung. The guy who owned a limited-edition anime titty mousepad and squeaked like a kettle when a girl touched his arm. And now? You were grinding up against him slowly, teasingly, and he was barely clinging to reality.

“Y/n,” he whimpered, clutching your waist like you’d float away. “Can I- can I eat you out? Pleasepleaseplease.”

You blinked rapidly.

“…You wanna—?”

“So bad,” he choked. “I think about it all the time. Like in class. And when I watch those ‘how to’ videos online. Like, the diagram ones, not the porn ones, though I watched those too- but like educationally! For science!”

You stared blankly.

He was sweating.

“Okay,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You’re really cute when you beg, y’know that?”

He nearly ascended.

You barely had time to giggle before he flipped you gently onto your back, hair falling into his eyes as he ducked down between your thighs like a man on a mission from God. His hands trembled as he slid your shorts down, breath hitching at the sight of your soaked panties.

“Oh my god,” he breathed out. “It’s real.”

You snorted. “What were you expecting? A hologram?”

“I don’t know!” He cried. “I was starting to believe you were some kind of high-level succubus sent to punish virgins.”

You cupped his flushed face. “Wouldn’t be the worst punishment.”

And then he locks in— eyes meeting yours as he sticks his tongue out, licking a long, fat stripe across your clothed slit. Soft. Slow. As if he was trying to memorize you with his tongue, the heat of it makes you jolt. He’s not just tasting you— he’s learning you, tracing intricate patterns with his tongue like he’s trying to decode you one flick at a time. Every motion is precise yet hungry, like he’s writing a love letter in Morse code directly to your pussy. His glasses slipping adorably down the bridge of his nose, solely focused on pleasing you.

You gasped at the feel of him against you, the pressure of his mouth sent heat curling low in your belly, it was torture. Too much and not enough. You needed to feel him without the barrier of soaked lace clinging to your folds, and he must’ve read your mind, because he groaned like he was the one being denied. He kissed your pussy like he was thanking it, mouthing over your clothed core before dragging open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs, leaving your skin slick with spit and bites to your inner thighs. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, everything about him felt so warm.

His teeth grazed you— playful, hungry— and your hips twitched as he whispered something nasty under his breath, half to himself, half to your cunt. By the time he slid your panties down, your thighs were trembling, tossing the flimsy fabric aside carelessly, like he didn’t care where they landed, only that they were gone. Then he buried his face between your legs like you’d been starving him for his entire life.

His tongue slipped between your folds, hot and greedy, lapping up everything you gave him like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He flicked up and down with obscene precision, wet, messy, relentless— his nose bumping your clit as he moaned deep in his throat, like he needed this, like the taste of you could make or break him. You were soaked, legs shaking, lips parted in a silent cry, and all he did was keep eating like he was trying to crawl inside you with his tongue.

You were loving the way it feels, every bit of you being hit with electricity. Your fingers tangled in his hair the second his mouth met your pussy, gripping tight, yanking just enough to make him groan into you like he was grateful for the pain. He never slowed down. If anything, it made him hungrier, tongue flattening against your slit before flicking up again, sloppy and fast and fucking filthy.

“God- fuck, you’re so messy,” you gasped, thighs twitching around his head. “You like that? Being my dirty little mouth toy?”

He moaned. Moaned. Into your pussy.

Nodding obediently, even as you tugged harder, grinding him closer. His glasses were long gone, hair disheveled, chin dripping with spit and slick as he slurred out something unintelligible against your clit. His tongue working overtime like he was trying to spell your name in cursive with every flick.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, words caught in his throat. “I could live here.”

You threw your head back with a laugh— and then a sharp gasp as he got bolder, messier, more desperate. His hands kept you spread, his tongue curling and licking and worshipping like this was the only chance he’d ever get. He was sure that he’d jizz his pants just from giving you head— sure it’s pathetic, maybe even tragic. But he couldn’t help it. You were just too hot, too perfect, too fucking unreal, and the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your thighs squeezing around his head, it was better than anything his fist or filthy imagination had ever given him.

Your fingers remain tangled in his hair, holding onto him for anchorage. He looked up at you with glassy, pleading eyes, the lower half of his face glistening with your arousal and rosy cheeks. “Tell me I’m doing okay? Please? I read five articles about this. I practiced on a peach.”

You gasped. “You practiced on what?!”

“Nevermind. Just- keep calling me pretty. I swear I’ll die happy right here.”

You tugged his head back down, voice ragged and ruined.

“Then make me cum, pretty boy.”

And he did.

Like a man with something to prove.

Like a nerdy little virgin who had just found his true calling.

Your eyes closed shut at the feeling, falling apart at the seams. Every stroke of his tongue making your insides tighten. You suddenly couldn’t remember how breathing worked, all you saw were flashes of white invading your vision, cumming so hard that you almost saw stars. You cried out, high and broken, hands grasping at his head as you came hard against his mouth.

Jisung moaned through it— loud and messy— tongue never letting up, licking you through every twitch, every gasp, every last jolt of overstimulation until you were tugging at his hair for dear life and gasping for air. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded, face absolutely drenched, and smiling like he just beat the final boss of his entire life.

Somewhere in the past twenty minutes between Jisung nuzzling your thighs like a man starved and moaning like he was the one cumming, you had apparently blacked out, transcended the mortal plane, and been reborn as a puddle of girl.

Now, you lay sprawled across his unmade bed, fully clothed from the waist up and violently ruined from the waist down, chest heaving, eyes wet and glassy, one sock half-off your foot like a casualty of war.

And Jisung?

Jisung was cuddled up beside you like the world’s horniest golden retriever, chin resting on your shoulder, looking so smug and soft it was almost offensive.

You could still feel the ghost of his tongue between your legs.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” You croaked out, blinking up at the ceiling like it had answers.

Jisung tilted his head innocently. “What, that? Nah. I just… researched. A lot. And I… uh, practiced on a fruit.”

You turned your head slowly. “Was it the peach again?”

“…It might’ve also been a mango. For tongue agility. But I named it after you, so it was romantic!”

You tried to snort, but it came out as a wheeze. “I can’t feel my legs, Jisung.”

He beamed. “Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Still taking it as one.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your forehead like he hadn’t just destroyed your entire nervous system with his mouth.

“I feel like I just unlocked a secret side quest,” he victoriously cheered. “‘Satisfy hot girlfriend until she sees God.’ Bonus XP for oral stamina. Am I your favorite now?”

You blinked at him, still fighting for air. “I don’t even know my name right now. You’ve ruined me.”

Jisung squeaked and tucked his face into your neck, practically vibrating with joy. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“You should. I saw the afterlife. It was just a video game buffering screen.”

He laughed, then rolled onto his back with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe this is real. You’re real. Your thighs are real. I had a girlfriend and head privileges all in the same night. I feel like I need to call my mom.”

“Please don’t.”

“Too late. She deserves to know her son peaked.”

You smacked him lightly with the nearest pillow, still grasping for air, still dazed.

And then he smiled at you— so big, so genuine, so sickeningly in love that your tired heart clenched.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, y’know,” he mumbled, brushing hair from your face. “Just say the word.”

You looked at him, the boy with anime figures on his shelf, lotion still on his desk, and love in his eyes, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Next time,” you whispered, “I’m returning the favor.”

Mindlessly reaching into his sweats, the second your hand wrapped around his length, you froze.

“…Jisung.”

“H-huh?”

You gave a blank expression. Looking down. Looking back up.

“This is- you’re.. how is this even—?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” he cried. “IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE, I’M ONLY 5’7!”

You stared at him like he just told you he had a second life as a Marvel superhero.

“Oh my god, I just assumed you’d be, like—”

“Average?!” He gasped, scandalized.

“No! I just- I mean- look at you! You’re this cute little nerd with anime socks and a keyboard with cat ears.. how are you packing all this?!”

You were in utter disbelief, there’s no way your sweet, stammering little boyfriend had been walking around with a dick that big and had no idea what kind of weapon he was carrying. Just raw, untapped dick potential— XL stats on a man who still apologizes when his knees crack too loud. Poor baby had been lugging around a whole third leg, and didn’t even know the first thing to do with it ;(

He simply shook his head, fully tomato red now, flailing beneath you like he was about to spontaneously combust. He watched you like he was afraid to blink. You pumped him once, slowly, watching him shiver under your touch. His lips parted. His back arched. You hadn’t even gotten started and he already looked completely ruined.

“Can I ride you?” You asked sweetly.

He nodded so fast his head could nearly fell off. “Yes. Yes, oh my god, yes- please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” You cocked your eyebrow.

“I’ll uninstall League right now if you ask me to—”

You giggled as you rolled the condom down over him, letting his hands greedily grab at your thighs. He was panting, forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat, like his brain was overheating just from the anticipation.

Then you finally lowered yourself, sinking down onto him, gradually, feeling the way you take him so easily from being soaking wet. Jisung mumbles something illegible under his breath as your cunt swallows his cock whole. It didn’t take long for you to reach the end of him since you were already so ready for him, staying in the same position to feel all of him inside you. His cock was splitting you open so nicely, it felt like you were in utter paradise.

And he made the sound.

Like his soul physically left his body, floated into the air, and gave you a salute on the way out.

“F-fuck.. you’re tight, I can’t—” he clutched your waist, eyes fluttering. “I’m gonna die. This is it. This is how I go.” He desperately bucks into you, wanting to feel more movement from you.

You move your hips to match his rhythm as you gain your balance, pressing both hands on his shoulder blades. You bounce slightly up and down on his cock, feeling your walls being filled up by every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him real slow to picking up your pace indefinitely. Jisung threw his head back against the pillow from the pleasure, the sound of his balls hitting against your ass with the combination of it jiggling as you rode him like a bunny was enough to make him want to burst on the spot.

You leaned down and give him a chaste kiss. “Best way to go, huh?”

He nods vehemently. “Please don’t stop. Ever. I’ll cancel my Crunchyroll subscription for you. I’ll stop buying figurines. I’ll even delete my Genshin account.”

“Okay, now you’re being dramatic.”

He groaned helplessly as you continuously rode him like your life depended on it, breath hitching with every drag of your hips. He was so sensitive, so overwhelmed with it all that he couldn’t stop moaning into your mouth, mumbling broken, incoherent things like, “You feel soso good,” and “I can’t believe I get to have this,” and “Am I still breathing? No? Cool.”

You kissed down his jaw, showing no signs of stopping. You knew this was going to be one of those moments you’d both play on loop in your heads for a long, long time. “Still pretty, baby.”

He pants out. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You simply keep moaning as you kept bouncing on his cock, he was thrusting back into you, going even deeper. Your eyes reaching the back of your skull from the way he was hitting all the right spots. It wouldn’t take long before you started screaming his name and showering him with endless compliments.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Ji.” You were a broken record at this point, nothing but your whines and his grunts filling the room. You felt tense, your clit was throbbing, the pressure build up making you dizzy. Jisung couldn’t keep his eyes off you for a second, the way your tits bounced through your shirt, the way your long acrylics dug into his skin, he wasn’t even sure how he was still alive.

This was better than any of those fake scenarios that he’d absentmindedly create in his head, better than finally beating a level that he’d get stuck on for hours. He was in pure heaven, and he felt his high approaching any minute.

“I-I think ’m gonna cum,” he desperately choked out, rocking into you like a dog in heat.

Jisung was wrecked beneath you. Hands fisting into the sheets, mouth agape, his eyes rolling back every time you sank down fully and clenched around him.

“Fuck, please- please, I-I can’t,” he whimpered, voice shaky, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. His stomach tightening with every motion, trying so hard not to lose it.

You leaned forward and cupped his face, riding him a little harder, the slap of skin soft but steady. “You said you could take it, baby,” you whispered, voice syrup-sweet. “You begged for this.”

“I know, I- just- pleaseplease can I cum?” he panted, nearly on the verge of tears. His voice was raw, wrecked, like every second you didn’t let him was a cruel punishment. “’m so close, I’m- I’ll be good, I swear, just let me.. please—”

You seal his lips with yours, just to quiet the begging, grinning against his mouth as his hands fumbled for your hips again. He moaned into the kiss, his hips twitching helplessly under yours.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you beg,” you airly chuckled, pulling back just enough to look down at him. His eyes were wild, glazed over, the pretty sounds he made were like music to your ears.

“Th-thank you,” he sobbed, the gratitude in his voice borderline ridiculous. “’m gonna- I’m- oh my god—”

And with that, he finally let go. Releasing every last drop of his seed into the condom, muscles tensing up, gripping you like you were his only tether to reality. He looked down to see your arousal creating a white, creamy ring around the base of his thick cock, almost about to cum again just from the mere sight alone. Your legs felt like jello, you were weightless, collapsing onto his sweaty, sticky chest as you try to catch your breath, brain all foggy in your post-coital daze.

You didn’t expect him to cry.

Okay— not, like, full sobbing. But a little misty-eyed? A little “what did I do to deserve this?” A sparkle in his gaze as you lay draped across his chest, both of you blissed out and glowing in the soft, RGB-lit afterglow?

Yeah.

He was trying so hard not to sniffle.

“You okay, baby?” You murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the curve of his jaw.

Jisung nodded, eyes wide and glassy. “I just… I thought my first time would be like, awkward. Or disappointing. Or I’d accidentally sneeze into someone’s mouth and get banned from touching boobs forever.”

You laughed against his skin. “Definitely didn’t happen.”

“No,” he grins, wrapping his arms tighter around you, “this was better than anything I could’ve ever imagined in my head. Better than my first SSR pull in Genshin. Better than when I tried the seasonal spicy chicken ramen and lived.”

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “That’s a pretty long list of victories to beat.”

“You’re the only victory that matters.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned playfully, “who is this smooth man and what has he done with my sweaty, anime-obsessed virgin boyfriend?”

He huffed, burying his face into your hair. “He’s still sweaty and obsessed with anime. He just… also happens to be madly in love with you.”

You smiled into his chest.

“Also,” he added, completely deadpan, “I think I saw the shadow realm.”

You snorted. “When?”

“When you said I was pretty and grabbed my—” His voice cracked. He covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I can’t say it. My ancestors are watching.”

You giggled, shifting to lay next to him and intertwining your fingers with his.

And for a while, it was just quiet. Safe. His hand slowly brushing over your side. Your heartbeat syncing with his. The faint whir of his PC fan still spinning in the corner because, of course, he never actually shut it down.

Then he jolted upright suddenly, as if he remembered something urgent.

“Wait.”

You blinked up at him, amused. “What?”

He slid off the bed, naked except for one, singular sock and scurried to his cluttered desk. You watched, dazed and curious, as he fumbled with drawers and cracked open a cabinet that definitely shouldn’t have had food in it.

Finally, he turned around triumphantly. Holding out a white, rectangular box.

“Pocky.”

You stared. “…Seriously?”

“I always imagined I’d give my girlfriend Pocky after her first time with me,” he said solemnly. “Like a weird little anime reward.”

You sat up and grinned. “You are a weird little anime reward.”

He climbed back into bed beside you and opened the box, pulling out one, white chocolate-dipped stick and offering it with both hands like it was a sacred gift.

You bit it gently from his fingers.

“Mmm. You’re such a good boy,” you purred with a playful smile, “giving me snacks after ruining me.”

He short-circuited. Almost choking on his own Pocky. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I hope so.”

You kissed his cheek, then his nose, and then— just to mess with him— you whispered, “Still thinking about how big you are, by the way.”

Jisung made a noise so high-pitched it could only be heard by dogs. He flopped face down into the sheets, flailing helplessly while you laughed and straddled his back.

“You have to stop saying things like that,” he muffled into the pillow.

“Why?” You asked sweetly, brushing his hair back. “You’re my pretty boy. I’m just appreciating what’s mine.”

He peeked up at you, still pink, still glowing.

“…Promise you’re mine too?”

You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, soft and slow.

“Always.”

[hansungie01]

Confessions of an Attorney / hjs

Welcome to my series master list for my Attorney!Jisung fanfic 🩶

Genre: Smut, Fluff and Angst, Slow burn

Warnings: Smut and lots of it, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, cursing, various kinks such as bondage, degradation, katoptronophilia, hate sex/makeup sex, general domination, etc

Word Count: 20k+

Status: Ongoing

Synopsis: Han Jisung—arguably the most infamous attorney in town. Everyone knew his name, whether they admired his brilliance or whispered about his ruthless tactics. He moved through the courthouse with practiced ease.

You, a court reporter tucked into the background of it all, could only watch from the corner. Recognition like his? That was a distant dream. Confidence like his? Even farther.

So when the two of you cross paths one day in the courthouse hallway, you brace for a brief apology, maybe a glance, nothing more. But the look he gives you lingers. And in that instant, something shifts. You sense it. The air tightens. The moment stretches.

Whatever lies ahead, it’s far more than you bargained for, and far more dangerous than you could have imagined.

Chapters below ⬇️

Chapters:

Part 1: Introduction

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5: Coming soon <3

More to be added!!

A/N: This is the first full series I’ve written. I’m channeling my legal knowledge and my admiration for Jisung all in one. Hope you all enjoy 🩷

[chrizzzbang]

Only if You Want To

pairing: (Boyfriend) Han Jisung x Female Reader x Lee Minho

wc: 1.9k

cw: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, threesome (m/m/f), consensual group sex, vaginal and anal sex, light alcohol use, established relationship, mutual consent (not proof read)

Minors DNI

Requested

Summary: You’re dating Jisung, and after a night of playful teasing and a few drinks, a long-held fantasy between Jisung and his best friend Minho finally comes to life.

The three of you are a little drunk.

Not wasted, just warm and loose and honest, the kind of buzz that makes you laugh a little too loudly and touch a little too much. You’re curled sideways in Jisung’s lap on the couch, your legs tossed over Minho’s thighs. A k-drama plays quietly in the background, mostly forgotten. Some romance show Jisung begged to put on.

Jisung’s got one arm wrapped around your waist and the other resting on your thigh, fingers tapping against bare skin.

He lets out a dramatic groan into your shoulder. “Why is my life so hard?”

You snort. “What, because you have to finish a comeback and get drunk with your best friend and your girlfriend on a Wednesday?”

“No,” he whines, tipping his head back like he’s in pain. “Because I have a hot girlfriend and a hot best friend. And I can’t do anything about it.”

You blink. Then laugh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Minho doesn’t say anything, just quirks a brow and sips his drink.

Jisung lifts his head, eyes round and way too dramatic. “It’s actually torture. Like, look at you two.” He gestures between you and Minho like it’s obvious. “I’m constantly suffering. The two hottest people I know and I can only fuck one of them? Who designed this game?”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, face heating up rapidly.

“Don’t encourage him,” Minho says, but his voice is low and amused.

You reach back and flick Jisung’s forehead lightly. “You are so dramatic.”

“I’m just being honest,” he says with a pout. “Like, you’ve never thought about it? You’d totally fuck Minho, wouldn’t you?”

The room dips into a beat of silence.

Minho freezes. You gape. Jisung just sips his drink like he didn’t just casually drop a live grenade in your lap.

“…What?” you laugh, trying to play it off.

Jisung smirks. “C’mon. I’ve seen the way you look at him sometimes.”

“What way?”

“That way like you’re thinking real hard about how his hands would feel between your legs.”

Your face burns. “Jisung!”

“Don’t worry,” he says, leaning in with a lazy smile. “I’ve thought about it too.”

You blink. “You…?”

He shrugs, nosing into your shoulder like it’s no big deal. “We messed around. Me and hyung. Before I met you.”

Your eyes shoot to Minho, who’s looking everywhere but at you.

“You what?”

Minho clears his throat. “It was just once. Drunk. It wasn’t a thing.”

Jisung grins. “But it was hot.”

You’re stunned silent for a moment, brain scrambling to catch up. “Wait. So you’ve… already…? And now you’re both sitting here looking at me like I’m the last piece of the puzzle?”

Minho meets your gaze, and his voice is soft. “Not unless you want to be.”

Jisung’s hand slides up your thigh slowly. “We’ve talked about it,” he murmurs. “Sharing you. Just once. Just if you ever wanted it.”

Minho’s fingers brush your knee. “We’d stop the second you weren’t into it.”

Your breath catches.

Jisung’s eyes are big and dark and hopeful. “So… Would you?”

You stare at them both, cheeks hot, heart pounding, cunt clenching around nothing.

“…Yeah,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I would.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jisung’s whole face lights up.

“You’re serious?” he breathes. His hand tightens on your thigh like he needs to anchor himself. “You mean it?”

You nod once, almost shyly. “I mean it.”

Minho shifts slightly beside you, setting his drink down with quiet precision. His expression is still calm, but his gaze is darker now.

Jisung practically vibrates under you, tugging you closer until you’re straddling his lap. “Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your shirt, “you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

You can’t help but grin as you lean in and kiss him, hot and slow, with a messy little moan caught between your lips when he immediately sucks on your tongue like he’s starved. His hands are firm on your hips, dragging you down against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

You gasp into his mouth, grinding instinctively.

A quiet throat-clear behind you makes you break the kiss.

Minho’s still sitting there, legs spread slightly, one hand resting on his thigh, the other reaching to toy with the hem of your shorts like he might help you out of them if you gave him the word. His voice is low and teasing.

“Not gonna say hi to me too?”

Your stomach flips.

You shift off of Jisung’s lap just enough to turn and crawl into Minho’s space, nervous and thrilled all at once. His eyes follow your every move. You pause between his legs, eyes flicking to his mouth.

“Hi,” you whisper.

Then you kiss him.

Minho doesn’t rush. He kisses like he’s testing something, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head, tilting you just right. He doesn’t use tongue right away, just mouths at you gently, lips dragging soft and slow. You can taste the peach soju on his lips.

It’s different from Jisung, less desperate, more… consuming.

When he does finally lick into your mouth, it makes you moan, hips jerking without thought. And suddenly Jisung is behind you, hands on your waist, breath hot against your ear.

“God, watching that… fuck. Keep going. Please.”

Minho chuckles against your lips, deep and quiet. “Needy.”

“Fucking desperate,” Jisung groans, grinding into you from behind.

Minho leans back just slightly. His hand drops to your chest, dragging fingertips under the hem of your shirt, not groping, just exploring. Your breath catches.

“You want to take this off?” he asks softly.

You nod. Arms up.

Minho peels your shirt off slowly and tosses it aside. He hums like he likes what he sees. Jisung immediately presses open-mouthed kisses to your spine, moaning into your skin like it’s his favourite place on earth.

Then Minho kisses your collarbone, and your whole body sparks.

Two mouths. Four hands. All of it still somehow so gentle.

“You’re already shaking,” Jisung murmurs behind you, sliding a hand between your thighs. “She’s soaked, hyung. Feel.”

Minho’s hand follows, over your shorts, the heel of his palm pressing right where you need it. You cry out softly, arching into it.

“Fuck,” Minho mutters. “She really is.”

You whimper. “Please…”

Jisung noses along your neck. “Please what, baby? You want hyung to touch you?”

You nod frantically, shameless.

Minho’s fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, slow and warm and devastating, until he’s cupping you through your panties, middle finger teasing along the soaked fabric.

Jisung watches over your shoulder, panting. “You’re such a mess already. Just from kissing.”

Minho’s voice is lower now, darker. “Can I take these off?”

You moan. “Yes. Please.”

And that’s all it takes, the softest invitation, and your shorts and panties are gone, stripped slow, like they’re unwrapping a gift. You don’t even notice Minho slipping out of his hoodie or Jisung losing his shirt behind you, you’re too busy moaning as Minho’s fingers finally slide through your folds, bare and slick and hot as hell.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs. “Fuck.”

“Let me see,” Jisung says breathlessly, reaching to spread you open for him. “Wanna see her like that.”

Minho growls softly, and sinks two fingers in.

You gasp, back arching, head dropping against Jisung’s shoulder.

“She’s so tight,” Minho mutters. “God, how do you not come in two seconds, Jisung?”

Jisung laughs against your neck, fingers pinching your nipple. “Who says I don’t?”

You moan at the stimulation, at the rhythm of Minho’s fingers, steady and deep, curling just right, while Jisung ruts softly against your ass, not even trying to hide how hard he is.

“Wanna ride me, baby?” Jisung breathes. “Right here, with hyung watching?”

Your voice cracks. “Yes. Yes, please-”

You settle yourself fully on Jisung’s lap, slick heat coating him already. You press down on Jisung’s cock, feeling him fill you deep and warm, your hips moving in slow, heavy circles that make your breath catch every time. His hands grip your hips tight, steadying you as you ride him like you’re made for it.

Behind you, Minho’s body presses flush against your back, his hard cock teasing your entrance. His hand slips between your thighs, slick and warm, to guide himself inside you. The stretch is sharp and delicious, two thick, hard men filling you completely.

You gasp, hips rolling forward and back, catching both of them fully. The sensation of Jisung buried deep inside you, and Minho pressing in from behind, fingers teasing and stroking your soaked folds, is overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck, you’re so full,” Jisung groans, voice rough with need. “Riding me hard like this…”

Minho bites his lip, one hand gripping your waist while the other brushes your clit with firm, teasing strokes. “You feel amazing wrapped around us,” he murmurs, breath hot on your neck.

Your body trembles, every nerve alight with pleasure. You grind harder, hips moving in time with Jisung’s powerful thrusts as Minho pushes deeper, filling you from behind.

Their hands roam your body, Jisung’s cupping your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples, Minho’s fingers tracing down your spine, tugging at the waistband of your shorts still pooled around your ankles.

Your moans fill the room as their hips collide with yours, the messy sounds of skin against skin, wet slickness, and ragged breaths building into a fevered rhythm.

“Come on, baby,” Jisung breathes, voice thick and desperate. “Let go for us.”

Minho growls low in your ear, fingers flicking your clit faster. “I want to hear you scream our names.”

Your body tightens, the coil snapping as waves of pleasure crash through you, your hips bucking uncontrollably, riding both their cocks with abandon.

Jisung’s grip on your hips tightens as he spills inside you, hot and heavy, followed closely by Minho’s deep groan as he comes from behind, pressing you flush to his chest.

You collapse between them, breathless and trembling, wrapped in their arms, slick and spent and utterly loved.

Your breath still trembles as the rush of pleasure slowly fades and Jisung and Minho wrap you gently between them. Their warmth presses against your skin, steady and soothing.

Jisung pulls you close first, resting his forehead lightly on your hair. His fingers move in slow, comforting circles along your back, grounding you in the quiet.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers softly, voice tender and low. “So beautiful.”

Minho’s hand cups your cheek with a gentle touch, his thumb brushing softly along your skin. His presence is calm and steady behind you, his warmth like a quiet reassurance.

You sigh softly, your heart swelling with the softness of this moment. Between their arms, you feel safe and cherished.

Jisung’s fingertips glide gently over your ribs, careful not to rush or disturb your calm. “Just breathe,” he murmurs. “I’m right here.”

Minho hums quietly, fingers threading into your hair, his touch light and soothing.

Your eyes close, your body melting into the quiet peace of their embrace.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice small and full of everything you feel.

Jisung presses a slow kiss to your temple, his lips soft against your skin. “Always, baby.”

Nestled between them, your heart beats steady and calm. This quiet closeness, this perfect softness, it’s everything you need.

[kick127]

📲 SKZ finding out that you stole their clothes ! / (requested)

❀ chan

❀ minho

❀ changbin

❀ hyunjin

❀ jisung

❀ felix

❀ seungmin

❀ jeongin

[velvetskize]

Goddamn 😳😳😳🫠🫠🫠🥵🥵🥵

press play to ruin me ! (hyung line)

i present: stray kids and their own, private porn collection!

genre: pure smut, nsfw, sub!reader, dom!skz, recording kink, minors do not interact please word count: about 3k warnings: unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, recording during sex, degradation, praise, light bondage, creampie, overstimulation, cum play, possessive behavior a/n: happy 1k you filthy little pervs 🫶 you asked for filth and i delivered. these boys can’t keep it in their pants or off their camera roll 🫠 enjoy xoxo

(방찬) BANG CHAN

You don’t even see the phone at first. You just see him. Shirt off, hair pushed back, sweat gleaming at his temples. The way he stares at you, hungry, locked in, like you’re not even a person, just something warm and soft and his.

“Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs, voice dipped low like honey and gravel.

You do it without thinking. Of course you do. You always do. Chan climbs onto the bed, thick thighs bracketing your hips. He runs his hand up your stomach, pushing your shirt higher until your tits spill out. He laughs under his breath when he sees how hard your nipples are. Brushes a thumb over one, watches your back arch.

“You ready to be good for me?” he asks, tone teasing, a little condescending.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please—“

“Shhh. Gotta make sure you’re really ready.”

He shifts, and that’s when you see it, his phone, propped up on the nightstand. Camera pointed right at your spread, needy body.

Your breath catches. “Chan, are you filming?”

He just grins, leaning down to kiss you, sweet and slow, tongue dipping into your mouth like he owns every sound you make.

“Course I am, baby. Gotta keep a memory of my good girl, right? So you can watch it later when you miss my cock.”

You try to close your legs, but he’s already there, big hands forcing your knees wider, his thumb slipping down to press against your clit. He circles it lazily, just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Look at you squirm,” he murmurs, glancing at the screen to make sure it’s all in frame. “So shy now? But you were begging for it ten minutes ago. You think I’m gonna waste that pretty begging voice?”

You whine. He spits on his fingers, rubs it into your cunt, slow and filthy. The slick sound makes your face burn.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” Chan growls, more to himself than to you. “Gonna stuff you full, watch it all drip out for the camera. You’ll watch it with me later, see how pretty you look when you take every drop.”

He lines himself up, thick head pressing at your entrance. Doesn’t push in yet, just teases, nudging your hole until your hips buck up desperately.

“Beg for it. The camera’s on. Be good for me.” You bite your lip. “Please, Chan. Please, need you—need your cock—”

“That’s it,” he groans, finally sinking in, slow and punishing, bottoming out so deep you swear he’s splitting you in half. The stretch is obscene, he’s big, he knows it, he loves it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses. “Look at the camera, baby. Let ‘em see that pretty fucked-out face.”

He sets a brutal pace—slow enough to feel every inch, deep enough to make you sob. His hand grips your jaw, forcing your gaze at the phone while he pounds into you like he’s trying to rearrange your guts.

“Don’t look away. You wanna cum? You keep those eyes right on the lens.” You do. Because you’ll do anything for him. Because you love how filthy it feels, how owned you feel.

And when you break, when your back arches and your thighs shake, Chan doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, talks you through it, praises you for being so good for the camera while your pussy milks him for everything he’s got.

He cums deep, hips grinding down, making sure it’s all caught in perfect, ruinous detail, his cock buried inside you, your cunt fluttering around him, cum leaking out slow and warm.

He pulls out just enough to push his thumb against your hole, forcing his spend to stay inside. “Don’t waste a drop, sweetheart,” he pants, voice low and wrecked. “Gotta make it look good for the next time we watch it together.”

(리노) LEE MINHO

“You wore this for me?” Minho’s voice is low, rough, the kind of dark velvet that always means trouble.

You’re on your knees, lace panties pulled halfway down your thighs, matching bra straps barely hanging onto your shoulders. The sheer black fabric does nothing to hide how hard your nipples are, how soaked the crotch of your panties is. You’re a mess. Already. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.

He’s staring like he’s trying to decide what to ruin first.

“I asked you a question.” His foot nudges your knee wider. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.” You swallow. “Y-Yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

A grin curls at the corners of his mouth, all sharp and cruel. “You’re lucky I like surprises.” Minho doesn’t even let you stand up—he grabs you by the chin, tilts your face up, and plants a filthy kiss on your lips. Tongue deep, biting, possessive. You try to chase after it when he pulls away, but he just chuckles and lets you fall forward onto your hands like a pet begging for scraps.

“Stay.” He moves around you, boots clicking against the floor, and you hear the unmistakable click of his phone camera turning on.

You blink. “W-Wait—Minho, are you—”

“Oh, I’m filming,” he says, deadpan. “You think I’d let you get all dolled up in this little fuck-me set and not immortalize it?” He crouches behind you, the phone held steady in one hand while his other palm glides slowly, deliberately over your ass. “Look at you. Goddamn. You wanted me to make a video, didn’t you?”

You squirm, your face hot. “No—”

A sharp slap to your ass. “Try again.”

You shudder. “...Yes.”

“That’s better.” The next thing you know, your panties are off and your wrists are tied to the base of the bed with Minho’s belt. Your legs are spread wide with his hand gripping your inner thigh, holding you open for the camera like you’re nothing but a toy. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your slick across your puffy cunt like he’s showing off his favorite work of art.

“Say hi to the camera, sweetheart.” You whimper, and he slaps your pussy just to make you moan louder. “I said say hi.”

“Hi,” you cry out, voice shaking.

He laughs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “That’s my good little slut.”

Minho makes you look directly into the camera while he fucks you with two fingers, curling them just right to make your back arch. The squelch is obscene—wet and messy and loud enough to make you cringe. But he loves it. Keeps the camera close to your dripping hole, watching it twitch and clench around his fingers as you grind back like a needy bitch.

“I should send this to the group chat,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Let them see what kind of pathetic little cumdump you are for me.”

You cry out, but he just slaps your ass again and drives his fingers deeper.

“Don’t act shy now. You knew what this was. You begged me to ruin you.”

And ruin you he does. He fucks you on camera until you’re drooling. Until your mascara runs. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming his name. Then he flips you over and makes you ride him while he holds the phone steady, filming your tits bouncing and your eyes rolling back as you fuck yourself stupid on his cock.

“God, look at you,” he pants, sweat dripping from his hairline. “Fucked out and still going. You’re disgusting. You’re perfect.”

You cum with your fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing into his neck while he fucks you through it, still filming, still degrading you sweetly. And when he finally cums inside you—deep, thick, a lot—he doesn’t pull out. No. He lifts you up by the hips and tilts the camera down to catch the exact moment his cum starts to spill out of your cunt.

He zooms in. Moans. Then shoves two fingers in to push it back in, just to see your stomach twitch again.

“This one’s going in my favorites,” he says, kissing your cheek like he didn’t just film your entire breakdown. “Might even watch it next time I jerk off.”

(창빈) SEO CHANGBIN

You swear you didn’t mean for him to find the folder. But he did. One accidental flash of your phone screen, the folder in your camera roll named “bin only 🫦” and that was it. The switch flipped.

Now you’re on your knees on his bedroom floor, knees red from the carpet, wrists tied behind your back with his gym shirt, the one that still smells like him, sweat and soap and a promise you’re not leaving that spot until he says so.

He’s on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, legs spread wide. Thick cock resting heavy against his thigh, flushed and leaking, the sight of it alone making your throat clench.

“Look at this,” Changbin scoffs, voice low, hot. He tilts the phone down to you, the screen shows you, legs spread, fingers buried in your own cunt, whimpering his name. “You filmed this for me?” he asks, tone dripping with mock sweetness. His free hand threads through your hair, tight at the roots. “Or were you gonna send it to someone else?”

You whimper. “You, only for you —”

“That’s right.” He tightens his grip and forces your head back. “You’re mine. My little fucktoy. My pretty slut. All these videos—” he swipes through them slowly, each one worse than the last, you bent over the bathroom sink, riding your pillow, whining like a bitch in heat “and not one of them’s got my cock in it.”

He clicks record. “Well, we’re fixing that.”

The next few minutes are a blur. He starts with your mouth. Forces your lips open with two fingers, spits on your tongue, taps his leaking cockhead against it until precum smears your lips glossy and ruined.

“You love this shit, don’t you?” he snarls, angling the camera down to catch the way your mouth opens wider, the desperate little whimper in your throat. “Look at you. Fucking drooling. Pathetic.”

You try to say yes, but it’s muffled when he pushes inside, slow at first, letting you feel every inch, then faster, rougher, until your nose bumps his abs and you’re gagging around him. He holds your head still with both hands now, phone propped on his knee, filming every sloppy, wet gag that echoes off his walls.

When your eyes water, he moans. When you gag, he groans. When your throat tightens and you swallow around him, he laughs, deep and low, filthy and fond.

“Look at the camera baby,” he pants. “Open those pretty eyes. Wanna see how fucked you look while you choke on daddy’s cock.”

Your vision’s blurry but you try — you really do — blinking up at the lens while tears run hot down your cheeks. He pulls out with a wet pop, slaps his cock against your tongue so hard it stings. “Good girl. Messy little slut. You think you deserve a reward for that?”

You nod, mindless. He drags you up by the hair, pushes you down onto the bed on all fours, flips the camera to catch your ass in the air, your thighs slick and shaking.

He doesn’t ease in. He never does. He splits you open, one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs and makes your vision white out. The stretch is insane — you’re soaked, but it still burns, and he loves it.

“Say hi,” Changbin growls behind you, phone catching every bounce of your ass against his thighs. “Say hi to the camera, pretty girl.”

You slur it out, hi, choked and broken, half moan, half sob.

“That’s it. Let everyone see what this pussy’s for.”

He fucks you like he’s mad at you, like your cunt owes him rent and he’s collecting every overdue penny in bruises, gasps, slick-slick-slick sounds that echo in the filthy little recording he’ll probably watch on the treadmill tomorrow, pretending it’s just “music.”

He presses your cheek into the mattress, phone right there to catch your fucked-out expression. He reaches around, rubs your clit just to watch you cry.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna squirt all over daddy’s cock for the camera?”

You can’t even answer. You’re too busy gasping, trembling, trying to breathe around the way his dick keeps hitting that spot that makes you see god. “Shh — don’t fight it. Be a good girl. Make a mess for daddy’s camera.”

And you do. You break apart all at once, a sob, a scream, your thighs shaking so hard he has to pin you down to keep you from crawling away. He doesn’t pull out. Not yet. When he cums, it’s deep, thick, hot, so much you swear you feel it leaking before he’s even done pumping you full.

“Smile,” he pants, voice ruined, breathless. “Smile for daddy’s camera. Show everyone what a good little cumdump you are.” When he pulls out, he films the mess — your hole twitching, stretched wide, his cum spilling out only for him to push it back in with two fingers, just to watch you shudder all over again.

(현진) HWANG HYUNJIN

It starts with a mirror. Of course it does. Hyunjin’s obsessed with reflections. The way they catch the light, catch you, catch the way your body folds for him. He sets you up in front of his big bedroom mirror, lights low, phone propped perfectly against a stack of books, camera trained on the two of you like it’s a private fucking film shoot.

And it is. “On your knees. Right here.”

His voice is gentle but his grip isn’t—he tugs you down by the hair until you’re kneeling between his spread thighs, your reflection showing just how ruined you look before he’s even touched you. Lacy panties already soaked through. Eyes wide, glassy, fixed on the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants.

Hyunjin laughs when you whimper.

“Aw, baby. Look how needy you are already. Do you know how pretty you look like this?” He picks up his phone, flips it so you can see the live view—your own face staring back at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted. He drags the camera down your body, lingering on the way your thighs squeeze together like you’re shy.

“You gonna show the camera how good you suck my cock?”

You nod, but he slaps your cheek lightly—just enough sting to make your pussy clench.

“Use your words.”

“Y-Yes. Wanna show you—wanna be good—”

“That’s my girl.”

When he pulls his cock out, it’s already flushed, veins thick along the shaft. He taps the tip against your lips, smearing precum over your mouth. Smiles when you dart your tongue out to taste it, so obedient, so hungry for him.

He doesn’t push all the way in. Not yet. He makes you lick him first—slow, messy stripes from base to tip, your eyes locked on the mirror the whole time. One hand tangled in your hair, the other holding the phone steady as you drool all over his dick.

“Look at yourself,” Hyunjin purrs. “See how pretty you look with your mouth stuffed full of daddy’s cock?”

You moan around him. He thrusts deeper, slow, then harder when you gag. Tears spill down your cheeks and he groans like he’s watching the best art film of his life.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. Cry for me, baby. Cry all over my cock.”

You do. Of course you do. When he’s had enough of your throat, he pulls out with a wet pop, your lips slick, chin shiny with spit and precum. He lifts your face to the mirror, phone still recording every second.

“See that? See that messy little mouth? That’s mine.”

And then he’s behind you, kneeling, spreading you open so the mirror reflects everything. His cock head slides through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re whining, pushing back for more.

He chuckles, low and mean.

“So desperate. So fucking cute. Beg for it.”

“Please—Hyunjin, please, fuck me—”

“Good girl.”

He slides in slow, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. The stretch is perfect, painful, perfect, his hands tight on your hips to hold you still. “Keep your eyes open,” he growls in your ear, phone catching the mirror view of your fucked-out face. “Watch yourself. Watch how pretty you look taking daddy’s cock.”

He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass, the slap of skin so loud it echoes under your broken moans. His free hand sneaks around to toy with your clit, rolling it just right until your legs shake.

“You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess for the camera, baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes rolling back. He grabs your cheeks, forces your gaze forward.

“Eyes open. Want you to see exactly what you look like when you break.”

And you do, see the moment your mouth drops open, your thighs clamp tight, your cunt spasms around him so hard you swear you black out for a second.

Hyunjin fucks you through it. Doesn’t slow down. Just moans how tight you are, how perfect, how he’s gonna fill you up so good it leaks all over the mirror.

He pulls out at the last second—grips his cock tight, jerks himself over your back with his phone filming the whole thing. Warm ropes of cum splatter your ass, your lower back, your thighs, dripping down so pretty it looks staged.

“Stay still,” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “Gotta get this part. Look at that, fuck, look how pretty you look covered in me.”

Later, when you’re half-asleep, sore, mind fuzzy, he’ll curl up behind you, phone on the pillow, replaying every ruined, sloppy second until you can’t look anymore.

He’ll whisper, voice soft but wicked, “Next time we’re sending it to your phone too. So you never forget who owns this pretty little body.”

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ೀ⋆ BABY DADDY!JISUNG — ( texts 💬 )

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ han jisung x f!reader ˒˓ established relationship (?) 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, angst + fluff, cursing, slightly suggestive language, jisung and y/n are not together anymore (but they’re still attempting to co-parent), jisung suffering from chronic down badism </3

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — another very self indulgent smau bc i was in a mood for some dad!jisung content but also wanted angst bc i’m on my period and hate life rn 😹 i lowk wanna do a part 2 of this eventually idk lol

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Check out this smut fic reader x han jisung!

My Tutor

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♡ Pairing : bestfriend! han jisung x reader

♡ Genre : non-idol au, college smut

♡ Word count : 2.1k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), cum swallowing

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[5:45 pm] quokka cheeks 🐿️

Yo, are you still coming over for study night?

[5:47 pm] feisty pants 😒

Yeah, I'll be there around 6:30. See ya

You were preparing to go to your best friend, Jisung's apartment. Every Saturday night you had your study sessions with him. Everyone says college is supposed to be about having fun, partying, getting drunk, laid, or possibly waking up with a throbbing headache or a new lover, and at the same time pass your subjects and be productive in your academics, but that's not the case with the two of you, though you guys used to then the both of you almost failed one of your majors and almost ended up being irregular students so Jisung initiated the study nights. Instead of movie nights or parties, you decided to study for your future.

You arrived at Jisung's apartment and met with Hyunjin, his roommate, by the door wearing shoes.

"Hey Hyun. Nice jacket." You said, complimenting his fluffy black and white jacket.

"Thanks. Bought it yesterday." He smiled.

"Where you off to?" You asked him as you took off your shoes.

"There's a party at Sigma house tonight, you guys wanna come?" Hyunjin said, looking up at you while tying his shoelaces.

"No thanks. It's study night." You shook your head. "Besides, you know I don't go to Sigma house anymore."

"Oh right, sorry." Hyunjin sheepishly apologized, remembering the reason why. "You guys should go and have fun sometimes, you know."

"Next time, Hyun. When it's not a party at Sigma house." You rolled your eyes when you said Sigma. You were bitter about it because that's where you met your ex-boyfriend, Christopher Bang. He's a senior and head of the fraternity, everybody liked him, all the guys wanted to be friends with him and all the girls try hard to get in his pants. You thought he was the one but he broke up with you after a month and told you the reason was that your head gamewasn't strong, which offended you to the maximum level.

"Alright. Understandable." Hyunjin chuckled as he went out the front door.

"Did you bring snacks?" Jisung appeared all of a sudden and startled you.

"God, stop sneaking up on me like that!" You yelled.

"I wasn't! Stop drinking too much coffee, y/n. Seriously." He said and walked to their living room.

His study materials were already spread out on the coffee table, leaving a space for you. You brought out the snacks you bought from the convenience store downstairs and then the both of you started with your study session. Jisung was wearing his glasses, oh how he looked super hot with his glasses on. He was hyper-focused, making flashcards and memorizing tables when you, on the other hand, were distracted. You kept checking your phone and saw Chris' Instagram stories. How he's having a blast at the party, making out with girls, drinking, and playing games while still looking fresh as fuck.

"You know, the unfollow button is there for a reason," Jisung said, not even batting an eye toward you as he compiled his flash cards.

"I'm not following him. This is your account." You said. Jisung realized that you were using his phone and quickly took it from you.

Jisung is friends with Chris since high school, but he rarely communicates with him now that he knows what a dick he is. Jisung met you during freshman year. You were seatmates in a majority of the classes you took and that's how you got close. He was also the one who introduced Chris to you but now he's regretting it. He didn't know his friend would be a total jerk during college when he was a mama's good boy during high school but he didn't know the two of you would hit it off anyways and that Chris would break up with you for that pathetic reason, though it smells like bullshit to him because Chris has been sleeping with different women almost every night after breaking up with you. What a total asshole, Jisung thought to himself thinking that Chris has lost a very precious diamond and replaced you with damn rocks.

"Alright, how about we take a break from studying," Jisung said and sat on the couch. "Movie?"

"Ji, it's fine. I can get back in the zone." You said.

"Please, as if I'd believe that. Come here." He said and patted the couch for you to sit beside him since you were still sitting on the floor beside his knee. "We don't have upcoming quizzes this week so we can relax this weekend."

"Who are you and what did you do with Han Jisung?" You sarcastically questioned. Jisung was never one to just skip study night.

"Shut up and pick a movie." He rolled his eyes. You rest your head on his knees, then an idea hit you. 

"Ji, can I ask you a favor?" You asked. His ears perked and looked at you. Jisung is your best friend and you trust him even with your life so asking this favor would surely be okay, right?

"Sure, what is it?" He replied.

"You had sex before, right?" You asked him.

"Yeah, a couple of times back then. Why do you ask?" Jisung replied, looking curious.

"This may sound a bit insane, but.." you trailed off.

"But what," he asked, eyes fixated on you.

"Can you teach me how to you know..give a blowjob?" You said and bit your lip and Jisung choked on his own saliva.

"I-uh—what?" He blinked fast. He couldn't believe it, did he hear you right? His brain is currently short-circuiting. You always asked Jisung to teach you or help you with learning a new topic but this wasn't what you usually asked.

"It's okay if you don't want to..I was just—"

"No. I'm cool with it." Jisung held your hand. "It's just that, it's so sudden, and why me? Why a tutorial?" He asked.

"Because I know I can trust you." You said. "You know what Chris said and you're a very good teacher." You hummed and that did something to him.

"Really? If I know, you're just trying to toot my horn so I'll say yes." He chuckled. "And don't believe what Chris says, you know that probably is bullshit." He said.

"No, I'm not. I mean it. And I really want to learn. So what do you say?" You looked at him with sparkling eyes, you looked so adorable kneeling between his legs and there was no way he could say no to that.

"Alright. Sure." He shrugged, trying to look cool when deep inside it was already exciting him. You clapped your hands in delight that Jisung agreed.

"So first, I have to try to get it hard right?" You asked as you reached to palm over his cock.

"Woah!" Jisung flinched. He didn't actually think that you were going to blow him, just that he was just going to give you tips and discuss it.

"What? I have to do it to learn, don't I?" You said.

"Yeah..sorry I was just startled." Jisung chuckled then he mustered up the confidence to try and look cool and calm as he held your hand.

"Before starting anything, it's important to turn the guy on. You're not gonna get anywhere when he's not hard." Jisung started while you listened intently, getting comfortable between his legs. "A makeout session would work out just fine but, you could also palm him over his pants if kissing isn't your thing."

You reached for his dick again, it was only semi-hard. "Like this?" You said as you palmed him through his sweatpants which made him bite his lower lip.

"Y-Yeah.." he sighed.

You could feel his cock grow slowly under touch which gave you confidence. Jisung was looking at your hand touching him inappropriately and you couldn't help but find it cute that you had that effect on him. Then following his tip, you stood up and kissed him which caught him off guard. After all, why do one thing when you could do both? Jisung was quick to return the kiss and cupped your cheek while you continue to palm him feeling him grow at a rapid pace now. You pulled back and gave him a playful smile.

"Was that good?" You asked him.

"So good." Jisung moaned.

"Should I take it out?" You asked although you knew you should you just wanted him to tell you step by step. He shook his head to focus back on reality from being kiss-drunk.

"Y-yes. You can. Now, stroke it gently a few times then I'd prefer if you'd start with kitten licks." He instructed. "Most men probably don't like teasing but I find it hot."

And with that, you lowered his sweatpants, he lifted his hips up for ease. His hard cock sprung free and you were surprised about his size. Talk about real big dick energy. You didn't know it but you were salivating over it that you wanted to just take it right away. You started with kitten licks anyway because that's what he told you he preferred. He let out a small moan once your wet tongue came to contact. You looked up at him to see him looking at you through hooded eyes. You looked so cute giving him small, kitten licks making his dick twitch a little.

"Like it that much?" You smirked then proceeded to take his advice about teasing, you gently ran your hands on his thighs, giving small kisses on his toned stomach and his hips before hovering over his aching cock, giving it a tongue flick before kissing down to his balls. You heard him groan, his dick twitching and started leaking precum as you continue teasing him, not giving his cock the attention it needs.

"Fuck. You're really good at teasing." He grunted.

His praise made you smile and now he deserves to be taken in. You take the head inside your mouth which made him gasp, feeling your warm, wet mouth around his dick was better than what he imagined. He tasted so good in your mouth that it was making you dizzy. You started sucking it softly while you bob your head up and down his cock which made his eyes roll in pleasure.

"Yeah. Just like that, baby." Jisung moaned and brushed your hair out of your face. You clenched around nothing when he called you baby for the first time. You could feel your wetness and it didn't occur to you that pleasuring your best friend would turn you on so much. "You can use your hand if you can't take the whole thing in." He instructed and you followed.

You wrapped your hand around his length and started twisting it in sync with your bobbing. You swirled your tongue around his length and sucked him good. You then picked up the pace which made him a panting mess under your touch.

"Fuck, you're pretty good at this. You got really good head game, y/n. Are you sure you need—ah..a tutorial?" He said and you hummed in contentment of being praised. Jisung was dangerously close to cumming when you hummed around his cock, any more of this feeling, he was sure to explode. He quickly held your hand signaling you to stop. You looked at him with confusion.

"What? I thought you liked it?" You asked him. Your chin all wet with drool from sucking him off.

"Ye-yeah. I really do. It's just that.." He said, avoiding your gaze. "It felt really good I almost..came in your mouth. I think it'd be really inappropriate to just do it without asking."

His cuteness made your heart melt. He stopped you because he was about to cum and he didn't want to because he wanted your consent to cum inside your mouth? Can Han Jisung get any hotter than that? Good Lord, you wouldn't want to miss out on this, making good boy Jisung cum inside your mouth.

"Then cum." You said, eyes looking directly at his as you lower your mouth to his tip. "Cum inside my mouth. Give it to me, all of it."

And with that, you started to suck him off again. Doing everything he's taught you. He looked at you with lust-filled eyes, cheeks in a light shade of red, and his mouth hung agape.

"Fuck, baby. I'm about to cum." He said and gripped the couch. You hummed to encourage him, the vibrations sending him to the edge, then he shot his warm seed inside your mouth, down your throat while letting out a deep, strangled moan and his eyes screwed shut. You swallowed everything because he just tasted so good inside your mouth and you don't know why. You had definitely put him in a state of euphoria as he was sighing in satisfaction and that made you feel happy and confident with your head game now.

"Thanks for the lessons, Professor. Han." You giggled as you wiped your mouth clean with a tissue. 

"You know, since you've been such a stellar student, it's only fitting I give you a reward." He gave you a mischievous grin and then pulled you up to sit on his lap, his lips hovering over your ear which made shivers run down your spine. "What do you think about seeing stars?"

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hihi soooo I saw your bio says you're open to skz!hard thoughts and you're a Han bias. So I was thinking about Han having a partner with big boobs and just being obsessed with them, like he cant stop touching them and always wants to cum on your boobs

p.s. i love your blog!!!

WARNING: NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

omg I am ALWAYS open to skz!hard thoughts, especially involving Han Jisung.

This is so accurate too. I'm convinced Han is a boob guy and will be obsessed with your tits. The first time you ask him to fuck your boobs he just about loses his mind.

You're laying naked on your back while Han kneels over you, stroking himself and biting his lip as he watches you squeeze lube over your tits. You shiver at the cold liquid while you rub it across your skin and over your nipples until they're nice and slippery.

Han whimpers. "Fuck baby..."

You smile up at him, then grab your boobs and squeeze them together as tightly as you can. "Come on Hannie, I know you want to."

He lines his achingly hard cock up to the tight passage you've created, and when he slips inside he makes a noise that's almost a scream.

"Oh my God FUCK!"

You feel his length slide between your boobs and you watch his face contort with bliss at the sensation. It doesn't take long for him to build up a rhythm, fucking your tits the same way he usually fucks your pussy: fast and desperate.

A stream of moans and high-pitched cries flow from his lips. "Hah!.. Mmm... O-oh... F-fuck baby you feel so fucking good!"

After a few minutes his legs start to shake and you know he's close. You squeeze your boobs impossibly tighter.

"Look at me baby," you say softly. "I want to watch you come all over me."

Han does, lips parted and eyes wild, right up until the last second when he can't help throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Cummingcumming fuck!"

His hot release spurts between your boobs and you try to catch it all but there's so much some of it splashes out and streaks across your neck. Han is keening and trembling as he rides out his orgasm and you watch his muscles spasm and his honeyed skin glisten with sweat and he's so beautiful like this.

Eventually he collapses beside you, panting. You're soaked and sticky, but oh so satisfied. Especially when Han insists on crawling between your legs afterwards.

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No self-control

paring: han jisung x fem!reader

gender: smut, stablish relationship

word counting: 1.2 k

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem reciving), slight dominant han, dirty talk, slight degradetion (one use of whore), needy reader, multiple round, multiple orgams, shower sex

You're relaxing by the private pool, enjoying the sun and the cool water. You're wearing a super sexy bikini that you know Han loves. The bikini is a deep red that highlights your tanned skin, and the minimalist design leaves little to the imagination, with thin straps that cross at the back and a small triangle in the front that barely covers your breasts. The matching thong sits low on your hips, revealing more than it hides. Suddenly, you hear the door slide open and see Han approaching. His expression is one of need and desire, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you, tracing every curve of your body.

Han leans in close and, without saying a word, kisses you deeply. You feel his body press against yours, and you can't help but notice the firm erection pressing against your stomach through his swimsuit. You laugh softly, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. "Really, Han? Just seeing me in a bikini makes you get like this?" You tease, smiling mischievously.

Han, instead of feeling embarrassed, becomes more dominant. "You're so sexy, I can't control myself," he says, his voice low and full of lust. He takes your hand and, without giving you time to react, leads you inside the house, straight to your bedroom. His grip is firm, possessive, and you can feel the urgency in every step he takes. Once inside, Han gently pushes you against the wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve through your bikini. "I want you so much," he murmurs against your skin, and you can feel the warmth of his breath.

He leads you to the bed, and without wasting any time, he removes your bikini, leaving your body naked and exposed. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminates your skin, highlighting every detail. Han quickly removes his swimsuit, revealing his erection, hard and ready. He kneels between your legs and, with a wicked smile, begins kissing your inner thigh, slowly moving up to your core. His lips and tongue leave a trail of fire in their wake, and you can feel every hair on your body prickling with anticipation.

"Ji, please," you whisper, but he takes his time, savoring every inch of your skin. When he finally reaches your clit, he circles it with his tongue, causing waves of pleasure. "You're so delicious," he says, his voice vibrating against you. "I could eat you all day." His fingers join your core, exploring your folds, finding sensitive spots that make you gasp and squirm. "Hanji, don't stop," you beg, and he complies, intensifying his strokes. He brings you to the brink of orgasm, but just as you're about to fall, he stops.

"I want to feel you," he says, positioning himself between your legs. "I want to feel your pussy suck me." With one firm thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. "You feel so good," he growls, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're mine, and you always will be." He begins to move, his thrusts rhythmic and deep. "Han, harder," you urge, and he increases the pace, his hips slamming against yours. "You're so good, such a whore for me," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You love this, don't you?"

You nod, unable to form words as pleasure washes over you. Han kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body takes you to the edge. "This pussy is made for me," he whispers against your lips, and the feeling overwhelms you. Your orgasm hits you hard, your body shaking and convulsing around him. "Han, yes, yes," you cry out, and he follows soon after, his release filling every inch of you. You feel him spill inside you, his seed hot and sticky.

Han lowers himself onto you, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. "I love you," he says again, kissing your neck and shoulders. "You're mine, and always will be."

As you lie there, recovering from the intense encounter, Han begins to gently caress your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Did you like it?" he asks, a satisfied smile on his face. "A lot," you reply, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. "You're amazing," you add, and he laughs, a deep, throaty sound that vibrates in his chest.

Han stands and offers you his hand, helping you up. "Let's go shower," he says, leading you to the bathroom. He turns on the faucet, and hot water fills the room with steam. He pulls you into the shower, and the water falls over you, washing away the sweat and the evidence of his passion. Han takes the shower gel and begins to lather you, his hands gliding over your body with a familiarity that makes you feel cherished and desired.

His hands linger on your tits, massaging them gently, and you can feel your desire beginning to stir again. "Han," you whisper, and he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes?" he asks, his voice husky. "I want more," you admit, and he smiles, a smile that promises more pleasure.

As the hot water falls over both of you, Han gently presses you against the shower wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands, covered in suds, roam your body, exploring every curve and corner. You can feel his erection pressing against your belly, hard and ready for you again.

"You're insatiable," you murmur against his lips, smiling. "And I love it," he replies, his voice low and full of lust. He turns you over, pressing your back against his chest. His hands slide from your hips to your breasts, massaging them gently while his erection rubs against your ass.

"I want you so much," you whisper, tilting your head back to kiss his neck. Han moans, his grip tightening as he lifts you slightly, positioning his erection at your entrance. "I need you inside me," you whisper, and he obeys, entering you with one deep, firm thrust.

The shower water mixes with your moans and gasps as Han begins to move, his hips slamming against yours in a maddening rhythm. His hands grip your hips, guiding your movements, making sure each thrust is deep and satisfying.

"Hee, harder," you beg, and he increases the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. You can feel the pleasure building inside you, each movement of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

"You're mine," he growls, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "You always will be." His words, full of possession and desire, push you over the edge, your body shaking as orgasm washes over you. Han follows soon after, again painting your walls white.

He leans against you, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. The shower water continues to fall over you, washing away the sweat and the evidence of your passion. Han kisses you softly on the neck, his hands still exploring your body.

"I love you," he whispers, and you turn to face him, a satisfied smile on your face. "And I love you back," you reply, kissing him deeply. "Always."

[seungisms]

( skz headcanons ) virgin!skz

🖇️📂 some bitchless skz headcanons 

genre: smut, minors dni, warnings: unprotected sex, virginity loss, dryhumping, oral (female receiving), teasing, putting cocky!minho in his place 🗣️ note: y’all already know i’m gonna have to make a series out of this 🤤 so please keep a look out for that! in the meantime enjoy these filthy little headcanons i had gathering dust in my drafts

방찬. BANG CHAN

virgin!chan who can’t stop thinking about fucking you. he’s a little bit of a perv - he lets you walk up the stairs in front of him so he can steal a glance of what you’re hiding underneath your pretty little skirt, makes dirty jokes around you just so he can see that cute flustered look you get not being able to meet his eyes, fists his cock at night with your name dangling from his lips. sometimes he can’t keep his filthy thoughts at bay, especially when you’re bending over in front of him, skirt riding up and giving him a nice view of your cute ass that he wished he could part to sandwich his cock between. he swears you do it on purpose to get a reaction out of him. when you finally let him between your legs he’s so eager. it’s pathetic the way he’s so desperate to please you, how he fights off the almost painful need to cum just so he doesn’t disappoint your little pussy so early on, especially not when he’s finally got the chance to fuck you. he can’t keep his mouth shut either, asking you every few seconds if you like it or if he’s doing okay - tearing up and slurring over his words the closer he is. he’s so thankful, little thankyou’s spilling out past his lips as he drills deeper into your pussy, arms trembling on either side of your head and before he knows it he’s cumming, hard. spilling out past your folds and onto the bed, pretty and creamy and he almost wonders how he’s went so long without the sight. 

리노. LEE MINHO

virgin!minho who acts so confident and cocky until he’s inside you, and suddenly he doesn’t know where to put his hands or what to say. minho will never outright admit that he’s a virgin, he has too much pride for that, but you’ll find out the second you get him between your legs. you were so sure he fucks, but with the way he looks up at you so unsure over your mound, eyes silently begging for guidance as he strokes and thumbs at your cunt with long fingers, fumbling nervously over your clit - it was clear he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. he’s a little awkward, stutters over his words a lot when he tries to dirty talk you, breath hitching and an uncharacteristic whimper falling off his lips when his fingers slip into your cunt and he feels how tight you are, just imagining how it’ll feel when it’s his dick being suffocated by the warm plush walls of your pussy instead. he gasps and groans and whines when he finally nudges his cock inside of you, stilling his hips when he’s only a few inches deep to catch his breath, holding onto your hips with shaky hands and a wild look in his pretty brown eyes, panting beneath you like a bitch in heat cause just cause he doesn’t wanna cum so soon but you’re making it so hard for him :( it’s cute the way he can’t seem to live up to his name, the cold, almost bad-boy like reputation he’s had all this time suddenly out the window with one taste of pussy and instead replaced with a whimpering, tearful mess just begging to lose himself in the heat of your cunt, begging you to take his virginity.

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

virgin!changbin who’s a fast learner. show him where to touch, tell him what to say, how deep to go, how fast or slow - he’ll listen, acting like he’s done it his whole life. all those nights spent thinking about stretching and tiring out your cute cunt couldn’t prepare him for the real thing. he gets hard at the most inconvenient times and he hates the way his cock jumps in excitement when you notice with a sweet giggle, only to end up mocking him for being such a virgin. he wishes he could shove his dick between your lips to finally shut you the fuck up, make you apologise on his cock for ever thinking about making a joke out of him, force you to moan and cry his name and admit he’s the best you’ve ever had, how he could leave you to get fucked by 100 men and the little virgin you love to mock would still be the one you run back to. but he just walks home and kicks stones and resorts to fucking his own fist, spewing vile cruses underneath his breath that should’ve been tainting your ears instead as he fucks you to tears. the first time he eats you out you almost think he’s enjoying it more than you - groaning and slobbering messily into your cunt, nudging your sensitive nub with the tip of nose everytime he lays a fat swipe of tongue against your clit, humping into the bed when he hears your little gasps. as soon as he loses his virginity he’s just eager for more, looking at you with a pathetic desperation glinting in his eyes, wondering when the next time you’ll let him play with your pussy will be. 

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

virgin!hyunjin who’s mouth dries up everytime you’re near him. he’s normally so confident and talkative, can’t seem to stfu most days but as soon as you come around he’s gone quiet - eyes too busy following the hemline of your cute skirt to entertain the conversation happening around him, wondering what colour panties you’re wearing or even if you’re wearing any at all - and just the thought of your bare pussy being inches away from him has his cock swollen and twitching in need to find out. hyunjin is so nervous around you and it shows - hands sweaty and adams apple bobbing in his throat when you make brief eye contact - wondering if you can read his mind and find out all the disgusting dirty things he wants to do to you, if you can sense just how badly he wants to ruin your cunt for every other man to come until it’s just him you think about. him. him. him. he’s almost embarrassed about the effect you have on him, but he can’t find it in himself to care when you finally let him fuck you. he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, trembling and hovering over your hips like he’s afraid to touch, as if his cock wasn’t making a mess out of your pussy in the meantime. he gets a tad pathetic the closer he is to cumming, thick cock stretching you open like no one has ever done before and small pleas falling from his pretty lips in rushed nonsense and gasped whimpers - “please just cum, m’so close. tell me you’re close too please” little sighs of “can’t believe you’re actually letting me fuck you, thankyouthankyouthankyou” he just wants to be good for you!!

한. HAN JISUNG

virgin!jisung who’s so easy to manipulate. he’ll let you do anything to him as long as he ends up in your pretty pussy by the end of it. slap him around a little, call him names, mock him for being a virgin, tell him where to kiss, go slower, go deeper or harder - and he’ll be in near tears before he’s even inside you. eats you out like a man starved, drool and spit and arousal dripping down his chin as he locks his jaw around your clit, sucking and nipping at your folds until you’re bucking like a wild animal against his face. makes you cum from his greediness alone, he’s a tad sloppy and makes a completely mess out of your cunt, not the most skilled but eager enough to make up for it. constantly thanks you over and over for finally letting him fuck you, all sloppy and teary eyed and getting so fucking pussy drunk that he can’t even register your whimpers of, “s’too much jisung, slow down,” cause this man fucks like a rabbit, no matter if he’s a virgin or not. literally can only focus solely on the sight of your pussy stretching out around his cock and no wet dream or filthy image his mind ever managed to conjure up about you could compare. he also defiantly nuts real quick and gets embarrassed about it, spilling into your cunt before he even realises it and he’s apologising over and over with cute tears lining his eyes - swearing he’ll fuck you better next time if you would only give him the chance.

필릭스. LEE FELIX

virgin!felix who’s super awkward. he can’t really look you in the eyes without being ashamed of himself and his nasty thoughts, his hands tremble when you makeout, he can’t help but whimper a little when you poke fun at him for still being a virgin. he never really tells you what he wants, just tugging at the hemline of your skirt and looking up at you with a greedy glint in his pretty eyes - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under and play with your pussy a little - he’s just too shy to ask. and all he really asks you to do is grind on it, torturing himself everytime you work his swollen cock between your folds - cause in his mind the longer he can go without actually fucking you the lower the chance of disappointing you is. but he doesn’t last for long, basically gets on his hands and knees and begs you for a taste of your pussy that you’re more than willing to give. he completely loses all sense the second he dips into you - focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the snug fit of your pussy, the fucked out look on your face, the gasps of pleasures filling his ears and he’s kicking himself for going this long in life without it. as soon as he gets one taste he’s addicted, fucking you any chance you allow him and he’s always so thankful too.

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

virgin!seungmin who gets a little carried away. he’s sometimes too messy and greedy, completely pussy drunk the first time you let him bury his head between your legs. thumbing your folds apart and practically making out with your cunt like he’s done it a million times before, tongue nudging and playing with your sensitive bud until your dripping and clenching around nothing. he’s a little too rough, all those pent up years of not having a cute pussy to play with being let out on you, forcing his cock into you just to see how deep you can take it, watching every little twitch and spasm of your pretty face, until you’re clawing at his arms and begging him to slow down. but he just can’t. he’s went all this time devoid of your cunt that he just can’t help the stuttering of his hips grinding into your at an animalistic pace, fucking you so well you wouldn’t have guessed he’s never done it before. he defiantly watches amateur porn, picking up a few of the less exaggerated tips and tricks he could use to make your little pussy twitch in excitement if you ever allow him the chance, making you eat your words of how a virgin like him couldn’t possibly know how to fuck. and he proves you wrong, tiring out your cunt for hours on end, bending your knees until they’re pressed tightly against your chest so he can fuck you even deeper and harder, coaxing more of those cute tears out of you while talking about how a virgin like him can fuck you better than all those other assholes you let between your legs. 

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

virgin!jeongin who gets overwhelmed way too quick. he can hardly makeout with you without making a mess of his boxers. his mind runs a mile a minute and he just can’t handle it when you’re sat pretty on his lap, subtly grinding down onto his cock through layers of clothes - still he’s able to feel the heat of your cunt through the fabric, the hard press of his cock bumping and jutting painfully between your folds. paired with the way your mouth is busy working his own open, nails scratching through his hair and down the nape of his neck, pressing yourself against him until he was painfully aware of your tits pushed into his chest and he’s silently begging you for mercy, hands scrambling to still your hips until its too late. he can only look away bashfully when a gasped whine dangles from his lips, red creeping up his neck and ears when the warmth of his cum leaks uncomfortably through his jeans. and he hates the slight mocking tone of your words when you try to comfort him after, wishing the ground would swallow him up whole and he’s certain he’ll die a virgin. he jerks himself off to you at night, muffling little whimpers of your name behind his palm as he fists his cock - thinking about that one time you stroked on his biceps, commenting how much bigger he’s gotten with a flirty smile, the way your skirts seem to get shorter and shorter eveytime you link up, how you like to make him hard in public then turn around and make him deal with it alone. it makes it all the more sweeter when you finally let him fuck you, nudging into your tight cunt with a sigh of relief, praying that this time he won’t cum so soon cause he just wants to savour it.

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[petvlss]

Did You Kiss a Chili Pepper or Something? # H.J

🌶️— In which you tried out a new lip plumper and totally forgot, and when Han came home and kissed you, he had a small surprise waiting for him.

word count: 665

pairing: bf!h.j x f.reader

warnings: a bit of language, Han is DRAMATIC (as always)

A/N: idk when i got this idea but i wrote it down likkeeeee 2 days ago and I was bored today and decided to finish it. also bnd will be coming I have ZERO motivation and cant stand looking at words rn. this is not proofread if there is anything you see then please lmk also I hope everyone is doing well.

Han hated being busy. More than that, he hated being away from you. That’s why he decided that when he got home from work, he would take you out on a nice date at the new restaurant that just opened.

About an hour before he got home, you started getting ready. You’d recently bought some new makeup and were excited to try it out. Standing in front of the mirror, you carefully applied everything, admiring your reflection. You looked beautiful. For the final touch, you reached for a new lip plumper—a tinted gloss that promised fuller lips. The sting was intense at first, but faded quickly.

That’s when you heard the familiar sound of the front door closing and keys clinking on the table.

“Baby?” Han’s voice echoed through the house.

“I’m upstairs!” you called back.

You heard his footsteps racing up the stairs, and moments later, he burst into the bathroom.

“Hi!” you greeted him with a bright smile.

“Hi, wow, you’re pretty.” He huffed, slightly out of breath.

“Thanks!” You did a little twirl to show off your outfit.

He grabbed your waist and kissed you. The kiss deepened until he suddenly pulled back and licked his lips, his face twisting in panic.

You saw it immediately: the exact moment he tasted the lip plumper.

He began frantically wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “What’s wrong with you?” you laughed.

“Did you make out with a chili pepper before kissing me or something?!” he shouted, rushing to rinse his mouth out at the sink.

You blinked in confusion, then looked at the little tube sitting on the counter. “It’s a lip plumper, babe.”

“You’re telling me you willingly put that on your mouth?! That’s spicy! Why is it spicy?!” he groaned, splashing more water on his face.

“Han, you’re fine,” you said, trying not to laugh as you rubbed his back.

“No. It burns,” he mumbled dramatically, burying his damp face in your neck.

You laughed, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s supposed to tingle, not feel like you’re being attacked. I think you're being dramatic.”

“Well, my lips feel like they’ve been thrown into a volcano,” he mumbled into your neck, clinging to you as if he’d just survived a war.

You rolled your eyes and gently pulled away. “You’ll live, drama king.”

He gave you a playfully offended look. “Is this how you treat a man who nearly died in your bathroom?”

You grinned. “You kissed me first. That’s on you.”

Han groaned but finally stood up again, his lips slightly redder than before. “You put the fiery salsa on your lips first, though!” He looked in the mirror. "It looks like I have lipstick on!"

You leaned in with a mischievous smile. “Honestly? Kinda suits you.”

He blinked and then smirked. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

You shrugged. “I know.”

“Now come on,” he said, grabbing your hand. “Let’s go on this date before you try to murder me with anything else labeled ‘tingly’.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you teased, grabbing your bag.

The two of you walked out the door, fingers intertwined, his lips still tingling, and your smile growing wider by the second.

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[sunshineangel0]

boobs out, brain off !

i present: stray kids and their shameless obsession with your tits!

genre: ot8 stray kidsl smut, nsfw, minors do not interact please word count: ~800 warnings: explicit sexual content, boobs, hickeys, jerking off, boobjob, nippleplay, seungmin licking his own cum off you ??? man idk what i did there. a/n: ahem yeah. i just know if skz see boobs they gonna take them into their mouth. based off this ask !! please enjoy xoxo

(방찬) BANG CHAN

Chan’s got a thing for your tits and he doesn’t even try to hide it. The second he sees you, he’s got your shirt pushed up, mouth latched on like he’s starving. He groans into your skin, sucking until your nipples are red and slick. “So fucking perfect, baby. Can’t get enough.” He palms them, squeezes them, rubs his cock between your thighs while he’s buried in your chest. Doesn’t care if he cums in seconds, he’ll stay there, breathing you in, dick hard again before you can catch your breath.

(리노) LEE MINHO

Minho pretends he’s above it, but the second you’re bare for him, he’s biting down, licking, marking you up just because he can. He’ll talk shit while he pinches your nipples, flicking them until you’re squirming. “You gonna beg for my mouth? Hm?” When he’s inside you, he’s got one hand squeezing your tits, watching them bounce while he pounds you stupid. Loves cumming all over them just to smear it around with his cock, smirking at how messy you look. “Look at you. My pretty toy.”

(창빈) SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin treats your tits like they’re his personal stress balls. Big hands kneading, squeezing, thumbs rolling your nipples while he mutters filthy praise. He’ll shove them together, fuck them slow, hips stuttering when you spit on it and it slicks his cock. “Shit, baby, your tits were made for me.” Always cums too fast when he’s between them, but he’ll clean you up, murmuring how pretty you look dripping with him. If you tease him? He’ll edge you on his lap, squeezing your tits while you beg.

(현진) HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin’s gentle with his hands but desperate with his mouth. He buries his face between your tits, tongue swirling over your nipples, soft hair tickling your skin. He hums when you moan, hips grinding against your thigh because he needs the friction. “So soft, so perfect. Let me have more, muse.” He’ll worship every inch, fingers massaging while his cock leaks untouched. If you let him, he’ll cum just from tasting you, needy whines muffled against your chest.

(한) HAN JISUNG

Jisung’s filthy and doesn’t even try to be subtle. He tears your top off, drooling as he sucks one nipple, then the other, whining into your skin when you tug his hair. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna lose it. These tits are gonna kill me.” He jerks his cock while he mouths at you, cums all over your chest with a strangled groan. Then he’ll press his messy tip between them again, rocking until he’s hard and ready for round two. Good luck getting your shirt back on.

(필릭스) LEE FELIX

Felix moans like he’s about to cry every time he gets his mouth on you. He kisses your chest sweet, then messy, leaving spit and soft bites all over. He pushes your tits together, fucking them slow while praising you in that deep, shaky voice. “You’re perfect, angel. So fucking perfect.” Apologizes when he cums too quick, but he’s back between them before you can tease. Falls asleep with one nipple in his mouth, hands still clutching you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

(승민) KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin tries to act in control, makes you say please while he palms your tits under your shirt. But the second your nipples are in his mouth, he’s gone. He hums while he sucks, tongue flicking just to hear you gasp. “Greedy, aren’t you? Want more?” He’ll pinch them until your back arches, smirking when your thighs shake. Finishes all over them, then pushes you to watch while he licks it up, teasing you with lazy drags of his tongue until you’re begging for more.

(아이엔) YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin’s shy about it at first, blush creeping up his neck as he stares. But once his hands are on you, he’s addicted. He squeezes too hard, says sorry, then does it again just to see you gasp. “They’re so soft. I can’t, fuck.” He rubs the head of his cock between them, whining when you push them together for him. Cums quick, eyes wide and guilty as his cum drips down your chest. “Can I clean you up? Please?” And he does, tongue warm and clumsy, cock already twitching for round two.

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