Hey there! Welcome to my little corner, this is where I keep all of my fics in one place. Most of what I write is 18+, so please don’t read if you’re underage. English isn’t my first language, so forgive me if there are a few mistakes here and there, but I always do my best. Requests are open, so if you have an idea or a prompt you’d love to see, feel free to send it my way. I hope you find something here you’ll enjoy!
Stray Kids
Han Jisung
One Shots:
From the back - So… we’ve talked extensively about munch!Jisung and how he usually likes to eat it... Today, however, I would like to present a new concept for your consideration... Munch!Jisung eating it from the back. That’s it. That’s the thought. Enjoy.
Pocket P. - Jisung gets a mystery package delivered to his hotel room in the middle of the night, and somehow it is both the filthiest and sweetest thing someone has ever done for him...
Masked Officer
Squid game (Netflix - 2021)
Comming soon
Choi Moo-Jin
My Name (Netflix - 2021)
One Shots:
Leverage - After a violent police ambush leaves him bleeding out, she makes a split-second decision to save him, but not out of mercy. With him injured and at her hands, she keeps him as leverage, knowing he’s more valuable alive than dead.
Leverage pt. 2 (18+) - She saved his life to use him. But now the tables have turned. The leverage she thought she had is gone, and Moo-jin is no longer just her wounded hostage. He’s her captor. As she tests the limits of defiance, he teaches her the meaning of surrender.
Choi Moo-Jin NSFW Alphabet (18+)
Husband Choi Moo-Jin Headcanons (18+)
“I need you tonight” (18+) - They promised to stop. They lied.
The Chase - He was never the one to chase, until he met her...
The Chase Pt. 2 (18+)
Work can wait - Husband Choi Moo-Jin had a long, brutal day, but when his wife shows up, pouting, clingy, and impossible to resist he forgets everything else.
Small Headcanons:
The Way Choi Moo-jin Handles Your Jealousy
How Choi Moo-jin Reacts to a Drunk Reader
How would Moo-Jin react if reader had a nightmare
Choi Moo-Jin as a Girl Dad
Jeon Pil-do
My Name (Netflix - 2021)
Jeon Pil-do NSFW Alphabet
Wi Ha-Joon
Wi Ha-joon NSFW Alphabet
Yoon Dong-Ju
GoodBoy (2025)
Anytime - Chaos ensues when Young Dong Ju can’t handle a photo his girlfriend sent him… so drags her into the nearest closet in the office. Things get very unprofessional, very fast.
Soooooo quick question: whens the chan and hyunjin and reader coming out? 😬🙂 I know you said its long but can we get an update? (Sorry, im delusional)
Babe, you and me both 😭🤍
It’s still coming, I promise! Work has been kicking my ass lately, so my writing schedule has been a bit all over the place, but it’s very much still on my list. I don’t want to give you a date and then disappoint you if life gets in the way again.
I did post the new Jisung one because it was basically just waiting for a final revision, and I didn’t want to leave you guys without anything while this one is taking me a bit longer 🥹
Thank you for being excited about it and for checking in. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’re still looking forward to it 🤍
Warnings: established relationship, long-distance relationship, video/phone sex, mutual masturbation, custom sex toy, pocket pussy/sleeve toy, slight dom!reader, needy/subby!Jisung.
Need a little help picturing the scene? I’ve got you covered. Headphones recommended.
Words: 7.1k
A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be kind 💕
Summary: Jisung gets a mystery package delivered to his hotel room in the middle of the night, and somehow it is both the filthiest and sweetest thing someone has ever done for him…
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound barely made it through the steady spray of water, but Jisung heard it anyway, faint beneath the rush, beneath the dull ringing still left in his ears from the concert.
His hands stilled in his hair, shampoo slipping slowly down the side of his neck as he listened.
Nothing.
Nothing?
He frowned, blinking water out of his lashes, already halfconvinced it had been the pipes, maybe the room settling, or his brain finally giving out… it was past midnight, and he had barely made it through the hotel room door before peeling himself out of his stage clothes and stepping under the hottest water he could stand.
Then it came again.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Yeah, yeah…” he muttered, even though whoever was on the other side definitely couldn’t hear him. “Just a sec…”
He rinsed the rest of the shampoo from his hair in a hurry, dragging his fingers through it until the water ran clear, then reached blindly for the handle and turned the shower off.
He frowned as he pulled a towel from the rack, dragging it over his hair first before wrapping it around his waist, still trying to make sense of who the hell would be at his door this late.
It couldn’t be room service, at least not yet. He had ordered as soon as he got back from the arena, barely listening while one of the staff members warned him it would take at least an hour because half the team had apparently had the same idea. And that had been, what, thirty minutes ago? Maybe less.
And it didn’t make much sense for it to be one of the members either. None of them had looked capable of doing anything other than showering and collapsing by the time they made it upstairs, all of them dragging themselves down the hall with the same dead look in their eyes, already dreaming about food, beds, and whatever pathetic handful of hours they could steal before morning.
He dried himself quickly, just enough to stop water from dripping all over the carpet, then pulled one of the white hotel robes over his shoulders and tied it loose at the waist. His bare feet made no sound as he stepped out into the bedroom and crossed toward the door, leaning in to look through the peephole.
His manager stood on the other side, phone pressed to one ear, a black gift box tucked casually against his side, and Jisung stayed there with one hand braced against the door, staring at the distorted shape of him through the glass as if it would start making sense if he looked at it long enough.
It didn’t.
He blinked, shook his head a little, then opened the door just enough to peek out, one hand staying at his chest to keep the robe closed against his damp skin.
“Hyung?” he asked, concern finding its way into his voice “Is everything okay?”
His manager looked up from the call, took in the confused crease between Jisung’s brows, and gave him a small nod that was probably meant to calm him down, even though nothing about the situation was calming.
“Yeah,” he grumbled into the phone, already sounding like he regretted every choice that had led him there. “I’m handing it over now.”
Jisung’s eyes dropped to the box.
His manager lifted one finger when Jisung opened his mouth, asking for patience he very clearly did not have, and turned his attention back to whoever was on the other end. Jisung could not hear much over the distance between them, only the faint rush of a voice coming through too fast and too bright for that time of night, but he saw the exact moment whatever was said made his manager close his eyes and breathe out through his nose.
“No,” he stated flatly. “I’m not saying that.”
The voice kept going…
“I’m also not saying that,” he added, pulling the phone slightly away from his ear like the distance might make the conversation end faster. “You can tell him yourself.”
Jisung blinked.
“Yeah, no,” He added already lowering the phone. “I’m not getting involved in this. Goodnight.”
He ended the call before the person on the other end could argue, slipped it into his pocket, and held the box out.
“This got delivered for you.”
Jisung’s eyes fell to the matte black packaging before lifting slowly back to his manager’s face. “For me?”
“Mhm.”
He took it carefully, fingers closing around the smooth edges while he searched the surface for a label, a name, anything that might explain it, but there was nothing except the ribbon tied neatly across the top.
His frown deepened. “Is that even allowed?”
His manager let out a quiet laugh. “Normally? No.”
“What is it?”
“I have no idea.”
“You didn’t check?”
“I don’t usually open other people’s presents, Jisung.”
His mouth parted, ready to argue, then closed again because, fine, technically that made sense, which was annoying…
“Well…” He looked down at the box again, thumb brushing absently over the ribbon. “Who sent it?”
His manager stared at him long enough for Jisung to understand that he absolutely knew and had absolutely no intention of making that his problem.
“As I said,” he told him, already stepping back from the door, “I’m not getting involved in this.”
“Hyung.”
“No.”
“You can’t just give me a suspicious box and leave.”
“I can, actually.” He lifted one hand in a lazy goodbye, already turning down the hallway. “I’m going to bed.”
“But…”
“Goodnight, Han.”
“Thanks?” he mumbled though the words barely made it past the doorway.
He nudged the door shut with his foot, the lock clicking softly back into place, and turned the box over in his hands once, then again, his frown deepening when he found nothing on the outside except the smooth matte packaging.
There weren’t many people who knew where he was staying tonight, not outside the team, anyway, and they were already half-dead somewhere down the hallway, sleeping or trying really hard to.
Fewer still could get a package anywhere near his room without someone checking it, questioning it, clearing it through staff and security and whatever other invisible layers sat between him and the rest of the world while they were on tour... Cause gifts didn’t just appear at their doors. They definitely didn’t get placed directly into his manager’s hands like a special delivery.
Jisung looked down at the ribbon again, and the answer settled before he had to chase it very far.
Of course.
A smile pulled at his mouth “Unbelievable.”
He carried the box back to the bed and sank onto the edge of the mattress, setting it carefully against the sheets before reaching for his phone on the nightstand.
what did you do?
The reply came so quickly he knew she had been waiting.
Me?
Jisung breathed out a laugh through his nose.
don’t do that
do what?
baby…
what 😇
He stared at the emoji for a second, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he tried not to smile harder than he already was.
you’re so annoying 🙄🙄🙄
He sent the message and hit the call button before he could give her the satisfaction of dragging it out any longer.
The screen rang against his palm, his own damp, half-lit reflection staring back at him from the glass until the call connected and her room replaced his, soft and dim and warmer than the sterile hotel lighting.
She answered after a second, the camera wobbling as she picked up her phone and settled back into bed. Her eyes lifted to the screen first, sleepy and bare and already warmer when she saw him, and whatever annoyed thing he had been ready to say got caught somewhere behind his teeth as she pushed herself up against the pillows, hair falling messily over one shoulder.
“Hey, rockstar.”
God, how he missed her.
It came over him quietly, almost embarrassingly fast, the sound of that stupid nickname in her sleepy voice. It had been weeks since he’d seen her in person, and every video call seemed to make the distance worse instead of better.
He loved seeing her… He did. Loved talking to her, loved listening to her talk even more. Loved that she still waited around after a long day and stayed awake just so he could get a glimpse of her before she fell asleep. But lately, these calls had started to hurt in a way he didn’t know what to do with, because she was right there, close enough for him to see the faint crease on her cheek from the pillow, close enough to see the way her eyes crinkled when her smile grew, and still too far away for him to reach through the screen and be where he actually wanted to be. Beside her, smoothing his thumb over that mark on her cheek just to annoy her. Kissing the corner of her eye until she laughed and shoved him away with that little embarrassed sound she made whenever he got too sweet on purpose. Pulling her closer when the shirt slipped loose down her shoulder the way it was doing now.
The collar stretched wide, sleeves falling too long over her arms, the fabric worn soft from too many washes and the faded print suddenly familiar enough to make his gaze stay there. That piece of black scrap hung off her like it had never really belonged to her in the first place.
“Nice shirt.”
Her gaze dropped like she had only just remembered what she was wearing, fingers pinching the loose collar where it had slipped down her shoulder. “Oh, this old thing?”
He leaned back against the pillows, phone warm in his hand, as the box sat beside his thigh on the sheets. “Yeah,” he said, trying not to sound as pleased as he felt. “That old thing. Where’d you get it?”
She hummed, glancing down again like the answer required actual thought. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”
“Oh, did he?”
“Mhm.”
“He sounds very generous.”
“He is.” She nodded, mouth pulling into a smile. “Very generous.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he laughed. “Good taste too.”
“I mean, obviously.” Her brows lifted, and one lazy hand slipped out from under the blanket to gesture at herself.
“Yeah I can tell…” The laugh left him quietly, more fond than he wanted it to be. “He’s a very lucky guy.”
“He is,” she agreed, settling her cheek deeper into the pillow. “And he is handsome too.”
“Is he?”
“So handsome.”
Jisung looked down, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand, but there was no point hiding the smile when she already knew exactly what she was doing to him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“What? So now I can’t brag about my boyfriend?”
“Right.” He nodded slowly, letting the game sit there for a little longer before his gaze drifted to the box beside him.
“So does this very generous, lucky, handsome boyfriend of yours also get suspicious packages delivered to his hotel room in the middle of the night?”
Her eyes lifted, “No.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t think so.” She tucked her mouth against the blanket, the smile still there underneath. “I don’t think his staff would allow that.”
His mouth twitched. “Oh?”
“Mhm... He has some crazy fans, you know. Serious security concerns.”
“Serious security concerns,” he repeated, staring at her.
“Very serious.”
“Right.”
“I mean… Imagine if anyone could just send things to his room,” she added, finally looking back at him with an expression so carefully innocent it was almost impressive. “That would be dangerous.”
“Very dangerous.”
“Exactly.”
He nodded along, slow and patient, thumb brushing over the edge of the box. “So whoever sent it would have to know where he’s staying.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
“And know who to talk to.”
She nodded.
“And be convincing enough to get his manager to bring it to his room himself.”
That was where she lost it. He saw the exact moment her face started to betray her, the tiny lift at the corner of her mouth, the way her eyes went bright while she tried to keep them wide and clueless. The longer he looked at her, the worse it got, until she had to press her lips together like that would do anything.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
“Maybe?”
“It could happen.”
Jisung laughed then, reaching for the box, lifting it into frame so she could see it. “How did you even manage this?”
Her eyes dropped to it immediately before snapping back to his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ahhh, you’re so annoying. Stop playing…”
That broke her properly. She laughed into the pillow, soft and muffled, shoulders curling in like she could hide from him after all of that, and Jisung just watched her with the phone balanced in his hand and the box resting against his knee, the hotel room suddenly feeling less empty than it had a minute ago.
When she lifted her face again, she was still smiling.
“What?” she asked, too sweetly.
He gave her a look.
She shrugged, small and shameless. “I just asked nicely.”
“You asked nicely,” he repeated.
“Very nicely.”
“Apparently.”
His thumb brushed over the ribbon while he weighed it between both hands.
“So,” he said, “What is it?”
She blinked at him. “You want me to tell you what it is?”
“That’s usually how questions work.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
He looked up at her. “You don’t think you will?”
She shook her head, mouth tucked into the blanket again.
Jisung gave the box a careful shake. Then another, closer to his ear, frowning when whatever was inside shifted with a dull, strange weight instead of rattling properly. Nothing sharp, nothing loose, just something soft and heavy settling back into place.
“That tells me nothing.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Mhm.” She looked far too comfortable, eyes bright over the edge of the blanket as she watched him turn the box in his hands. “Maybe stop trying to guess and open the damn thing.”
He ignored her, obviously, giving the box another shake like it might suddenly decide to give him a useful answer.
“You’re not going to figure it out like that.” She laughed quietly.
“Give me a hint.”
“No.”
“Not even a small one?”
“Nope.”
“Come on.”
“Nooo.”
He looked back at the screen, eyes narrowing even though the smile was already ruining it. “You’re being such a brat today,” he muttered.
Oh….
Her eyebrows lifted at that.
And that was all it took, barely anything at all, just the smallest shift in her face, and Jisung felt it land low in his stomach before he could pretend he hadn’t noticed.
He pressed his lips together around the laugh trying to get out, suddenly very interested in the ribbon under his fingers.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Oh…. aghmm nothing….” He choked out “You heard wrong.”
“Did I?”
“Bad connection,” he offered. He glanced up at her, then immediately wished he hadn’t, because she was looking at him like she knew exactly how fast he would fold if she pushed even a little.
“I said you’re being very sweet,” he tried, the lie coming out with a grin.
Her eyes narrowed. “Jisung.”
“Yeah?”
“Open it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Pathetic, honestly.
One soft little order through the phone and his hand was already on the ribbon, like his body had skipped right over the part where he was supposed to pretend he had any dignity left. He tried to tug it loose with one hand at first, the box balanced awkwardly against his thigh, but the ribbon only tightened under his thumb and made him huff out a quiet laugh.
“Hold on”
She watched him through the screen while he reached for the nightstand and propped the phone carefully against the lamp, shifting it once, then again, until the camera caught him sitting on the bed with the box in his lap and the robe loose around his waist.
He glanced at the screen. “Can you see me?”
“Mhm.”
He sat back with both hands free now, suddenly a little too aware of the angle, of her eyes on him, of the stupid present waiting under his fingers.
He worked the end loose with his thumb, the ribbon slipping free all at once after making him struggle for no reason at all. It slid off the box throwing it on the sheets beside his knee.
Then he lifted the lid slowly, mostly because she was watching and because he knew she would make fun of him if he got impatient now. He looked inside to find black tissue paper folded neatly over whatever she had gone through all this trouble to hide.
“Very dramatic.”
“You’re welcome.”
He huffed a laugh and peeled the paper back, something tucked underneath, wrapped again in more dark paper, because of course it was, but beside it sat a small bottle that made his fingers pause.
Not because he didn’t know what it was.
Because he was pretty sure he did.
He picked it up first, turning it toward the lamp, then toward the camera, squinting at the label like there was any way to make this less obvious if he read it slowly enough.
“Baby…What is this?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
He looked back down at the bottle, turning it once between his fingers. The liquid inside moved thick and slow, clear against the plastic, clinging to the sides when he tilted it before sliding back down.
He worked the cap open with his thumb and brought it to his nose without thinking, and the scent hit him immediately, sweet, artificial, unmistakable.
His eyebrows shot up. "Strawberry?"
"Your favorite."
He grinned then, sudden, stupid and wide, feeling like a little kid who'd just found his favorite snack in his lunchbox. But the smell had some weird effect on him… burrowing past his thoughts and landing straight in his gut. It brought back the memory of her skin after they'd showered together, the way she'd taste when he kissed down her stomach. His mouth watered as he swallowed, his body remembering before his brain could catch up, blood moving heavy and stupid to his dick.
"Why did you send me lube?" he asked, looking up at the screen.
"Open the rest of the present first… Then you can ask questions."
Jisung glanced down at the box still sitting on the bedspread. The rest of the tissue paper still folded over whatever else was inside. He set the lube down carefully on the nightstand, right where he wouldn't knock it over, and reached back into the box.
The second item was wrapped in the same dark tissue, heavier than the bottle had been, dense and solid when he lifted it out. He peeled the paper back slowly, frowning as the shape emerged in pieces, it was something rounded and irregular.
He turned it over trying to make his brain categorize it. It looked like... what? A sculpture? Some kind of weird stress ball?
The color was slightly translucent, pinkish-peach, detailed with folds and contours that seemed anatomical but his brain refused to register. There was texture to it, soft ridges and a specific arrangement of shapes that his eyes tracked without understanding, following the curve of something that looked like…
Oh.
Jesus fucking Christ.
His hand tightened around it without meaning to, fingers sinking into the soft silicone, and the realization hit him all at once like a physical slap.
It was a toy…
but not just any toy….
A pocket pussy, a fleshlight, whatever the fuck they called it, something designed to be fucked… to mimic the exact shape of…
He looked up at the screen, mouth actually hanging open, and she was watching him with smug satisfaction written all over her face, her eyes bright and her lower lip caught between her teeth.
"Y/n," he asked, and his voice came out rough.
"What?" she asked, filled with innocence, though her cheeks had gone pink, the color spreading down her neck to disappear under the collar of his stolen shirt.
"Is this what I think it is?" He held the thing up toward the camera, gripping it tighter than he probably needed to.
"What do you think it is?"
"It's a…" He stopped, glanced at it again, turned it over to see the entrance from another angle, the soft pink folds molded in perfect, obscene detail. His face burned so bad right now. He could feel it, hot from his cheekbones to his ears, and he dragged his free hand over his mouth, laughing under his breath because he didn't know what else to do.
"You're so fucked up."
She smiled then, and shifted against her pillows. "You don't like it?"
"I didn't say that." He answered too fast, the words tumbling out.
He looked back down at the toy in his hand, turning it over again, thumb tracing along the outer edge where the silicone met the hard plastic base. It didn’t feel cheap or generic.
It was detailed... Too detailed.
The kind of detail that came from scanning, maybe molding? Definitely from replicating something real… His brain snagged on that thought and wouldn't let go.
"Wait, is this…"
There was no way…
Her mouth opened like she had something clever ready, something smug and annoying enough to make him lose his mind a little but a laugh slipped out instead, quiet and breathy, her cheeks going warmer as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and looked back at him through the screen like she was trying very hard to pretend she wasn't affected by this too.
But she was, he could see it now, the way her chest moved a little faster, the way her eyes kept dropping to his hands like she couldn't help herself.
Jisung looked back down at the toy, turning it over in his palm, and the thought hit him so hard he actually felt dizzy with it.
There was no way. There was absolutely no fucking way she had just gone out and gotten a mold of her pussy made for him. That was insane…That was porn star shit. That was the kind of thing guys joked about wanting but never actually expected because who the hell would actually do that.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, and his thumb was already tracing the entrance, feeling how soft it was, how the material gave under pressure.
Before he could talk himself out of it he was pressing his index finger against the opening, feeling the resistance, the way the silicone yielded and then wrapped around him.
The sound he made was embarrassing. A low, broken hum that started in his chest and died somewhere in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut for a second because it felt… it felt like her. The texture, the tightness, the way it gripped his finger when he pushed deeper, sliding in up to the second knuckle. He could feel the internal ridges, the specific contours that matched her body, the places where she was usually tighter, usually softer, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock throbbing against the robe.
"Fuck," he breathed, opening his eyes to look at her, and she was staring at him with her mouth open, her eyes dark and wide, hand gripping the pillow hard enough to whiten her knuckles.
"Did you just…" His voice came out wrecked, and he cleared his throat, still working his finger slowly in and out because he just couldn't stop… his body was overriding his brain completely.
She laughed, but it was shaky, breathless "What do you think?"
"I think…" He pulled his finger out slowly, watching how the material clung to him, how it tried to suck him back in, and he groaned, low and guttural, dragging his hand over his mouth. "... I think I'm gonna die”
"Does it feel good?" she whispered, her hips shifting under the blankets like she was trying to get friction where she needed it.
"Yeah…" He pressed his finger back in, deeper this time, feeling the texture, and his head dropped back against the headboard, a whine escaping his throat and he couldn't stop the way his hips kept twitching upward like his body was already trying to fuck into something that wasn't there yet.
"Jisung"
She had pushed herself up higher on her elbows, the blanket slipping lower, and her hand had disappeared somewhere beneath the edge of the frame. He couldn't see where, but he could see the way her arm moved, the subtle shift of her shoulder, and his brain supplied the image immediately… her fingers sliding down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of whatever she was wearing under his shirt, finding herself wet and swollen from watching him lose his shit.
“Tell me what it feels like."
"It's…" He choked, pushing his finger deeper just to feel the give of it, the way the ridges inside dragged against his skin. "It's tight… It's so fucking tight, baby, it feels exactly like… " He cut himself off with a gasp, his hips jerking again, cock throbbing. "Like when I'm pushing inside you … you know? when you're already wet but you're still… still squeezing…"
The image hit her hard, her own fingers slipping lower, finding her slick. She was soaked, her underwear useless by now. She imagined his fingers inside her instead of that stupid toy, and her hips rolled against her palm so hard she had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud.
"Ji…" she breathed. "You're making me so wet.”
Jisung's eyes snapped back to the screen. "Are you touching yourself?"
"Yeah…" she laughed, breathless, her hand moving in tight circles under the blanket. “And am fucking dripping.” She pushed the fabric down with her knee, exposing her legs, her fingers glistening where they moved between her thighs. "Watching you finger that thing like it's me…"
"Shit," he groaned, fucking his finger deeper into the toy. "I wish it was you… wish I could feel how wet you are,…"
"Soon," she promised, her head falling back against the pillow, fingers working faster. "But right now you're going to get that toy nice and ready, aren't you?”
"Yes… yes baby" he nodded fast.
"Get the lube," she ordered, her voice dropping to that rough register that made him stupid. She shifted, the phone wobbling as she adjusted her position.
And then he heard it… a soft, filthy sound, wet and rhythmic, unmistakable.
"Can you hear that, baby?" she asked. " Can you hear how fucking wet I am?”
He whined, high and desperate, “Oh my fuckin…”
"Prep it, just like you would prep me," she interrupted. The slick sounds of her fingers didn't stop, filling the call with how badly she wanted this.
He grabbed the bottle nearly dropping it, his knuckles turning white. "I'm gonna make it so wet.” He whimpered, pouring the lube until it overflowed his palm. "I want it to be exactly like you…" He moaned, long and broken, his cock throbbing untouched against his stomach as he coated his fingers.
"That's it," she murmured, "Doesn't that feel better?”
"Yes," he whined, tightening his grip, pumping his fingers inside once, twice, his wrist twisting at the end the way he knew she liked. "Yes, but it's not… it's not the same, I need …."
“But, doesn’t it feel good?”
"So good," he breathed, pushing deeper, feeling the tight ring of silicone give way around his fingers. He let his head loll to the side, eyes fluttering shut, the heat of his own palm, the way it felt like her even though it wasn't warm like she was. "Baby, it's so soft…"
He pulled his fingers out slowly, watching how they were coated in clear lube, how the toy gaped slightly where he'd opened it, and he poured more directly into the entrance, watching it pool inside.
The sound of her fingers fucking into her cunt matched the rhythm and wetness at his hands.
He pushed three fingers in at once, groaning at the stretch, "Fuck, baby, please…”
"Please what?" she asked.
"Can I fuck it?” He choked, fucking his fingers in deeper, making it wet and messy “Please, I need to fuck it…"
She laughed, soft and breathy, “You wanna fuck it, baby?"
"Yes," he whined, his face burning, "Need it so bad…"
"Show me first," she murmured "Is it ready?"
He obeyed, working his fingers, scissoring them, stretching at the entrance until it yielded properly. The sounds were obscene, the lube dripping out onto his palm "yes.. yes… so ready. Please…."
"Shh," she soothed, "It´s okay baby… you can fuck it..."
He froze, his eyes snapping to hers through the screen. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "But take it slowly.”
He withdrew his fingers, watching how the lube stretched between them and the toy's entrance, filmy and clear, before snapping apart.
He shuddered and pushed the robe wider, exposing his stomach, his hips, his cock where it rested heavy and flushed against his skin. He wrapped his lube-slick fingers around himself and the contact made his hips buck upward immediately, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat. He was throbbing, hot, the skin sensitive and flushed dark pink at the tip where precum beaded and mixed with the clear lubricant. He worked his hand down his length slowly, spreading the mess, watching himself through heavy-lidded eyes.
"God…," she breathed, her eyes fixed on the way his fist fucked his cock. "Look at you."
"Don't… say tha…”
"You're so so pretty Jisung… ahhhgg I miss you so much… miss your pretty cock too”
"Stop," he gasped, his hand tightening around himself without meaning to. "Stop saying shit like that, you know it makes me cum…"
She laughed, breathless, her own fingers moving deeper now.
He groaned, his head falling back, his hand working himself. "Can I put it in?”
"Okay," she murmured, and her voice had gone soft and fond.
His throat was too tight for words as he reached for the molded silicone with shaking hands. He held it against his tip, angling it toward the camera so she could see everything,
“Yeah baby let me see… just like that”
The lube was cool, shockingly so, and he gasped at the contact, his cock throbbing where it kissed the pink folds.
"Just the tip," she commanded him.
He obeyed, dragging himself through the entrance, not penetrating, just sliding through the slick texture, feeling the detailed ridges catch against his sensitive head. The sensation made him so fucking dizzy, it was soft and it gripped him with just enough resistance to make his thighs shake.
"Ngh…" He choked, his hips twitching forward, seeking more. "Baby, please, I can't…"
"You can… I know you can…."
He forced his eyes open, finding her through the haze, and the sight nearly broke him, he could see her hand moving between her legs, her fingers shiny and slick, disappearing inside herself before circling back up to her clit. She was flushed down to her chest, her nipples visible through the worn fabric of his stolen shirt, her mouth parted as she panted.
"Fuck," he whimpered, his cock throbbing against the toy, leaving smears of precum mixing with the lube. "You look… shit, you're gonna make me cum before I'm even inside…”
"No you're not," she said, "You're going to push in slowly… And you're going to tell me how it feels while I fuck myself and pretend it's you."
He sobbed, as he pressed forward, feeling the tight ring of silicone catch around him and he stopped there, shaking, his knuckles white where he gripped the base of the toy.
"Oh god," he gasped, his head falling back, Oh fuck, y/n, it's… it's so tight, it's pulling me in, I need to go deeper, please…"
"Not yet," she breathed, and he heard the wet sound of her fingers speeding up, plunging deeper. "Stay there. That's how I feel when you're first pushing inside me, isn't it? When I'm squeezing around you, trying to pull you deeper even though I'm not ready yet?"
"Yes," he whined, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking more depth, more heat. "Yes, exactly like that…”
"Look what you do to me," she commanded.
He dragged his head up and found her watching him.
"I'm so wet," she told him, her voice breaking slightly. "Mmh… thinking about your cock... bout you inside me…”
"Fuck," he choked out. "I want to be inside you. I want to feel how wet you are…"
Her hips buckled against her hand. "Sink in slowly…. Inch by inch."
He nodded, desperate, and pushed forward. The silicone gripped him, dragged against him, the internal ridges catching on every sensitive spot as he sank deeper. It was torture, pure and simple, the tightness, the texture, the visual of himself disappearing into something shaped exactly to feel like her.
"mghhhhh…" He stopped halfway, his whole body trembling, sweat beading on his forehead. "I can't… it's all too much, I'm gonna fucking cum…."
"But you're doing so well," she encouraged, her own fingers working faster, deeper. “You want to fuck it hard, don't you? You want to just pound into it until you cum?"
"Yes, please, let me fuck it, let me…"
"Not yet," she gasped, and he could tell she was close now, her thighs tensing. "Bottom out baby… Let me see you fill it up."
He groaned and pushed forward until his hips were flush against the base, his cock buried to the root, the sensation was overwhelming.
"Fuck," he gasped, his eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm… I'm all the way in, so so deep…"
"Good," she panted, her own rhythm faltering, her breath coming in short gasps. "Now fuck it… let me watch while I…."
She broke off with a moan, her fingers circling faster, her hips lifting off the bed. He watched her, watched her face go slack with pleasure, and felt his own control fraying to nothing.
That was all the permission he needed. He pulled back and slammed forward, the wet slap of flesh against silicone filling the room. He cried out, his hips snapping forward again, and again, chasing the friction, the release, the perfect tightness that was almost her, almost enough. The toy gripped him differently than his hand did, tighter, more resistance, the ridges inside dragging against his sensitive head with every thrust. He could feel the lube squelching around him, messy and obscene, dripping down his fingers where he held the base.
"Jisung," she gasped, her own fingers matching his rhythm, plunging deep. "Yes, just like that…. Harder baby… Fuck…”
"Ohhhh noooo," he sobbed, his pace stuttering, becoming erratic. "I'm so close…"
"Noo, no, not yet," she gasped, though her own voice was climbing. "Wait for me. Just… keep fucking it just like that, don't stop…"
He groaned, his hips working faster, harder, the toy gripped tight in his fist as he pounded into it. The silicone was warming up now, taking his heat, feeling less like a toy and more like her with every desperate thrust. He could hear the wet sounds of her fingers on the other end, frantic and messy, and he matched his pace to hers, fucking the toy as his balls tightened, his spine tingling with the warning signs of how close he was.
"Baby," she cried out suddenly, her whole body arching off the bed, her free hand gripping the sheets. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm…"
"Yeah?" he gasped, not slowing down, his hips snapping forward with desperate force. "You gonna cum? You gonna cum watching me fuck your pussy?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice breaking into a high, desperate keen. "Don't stop, don't stop, I'm…"
He watched her fall apart, her body seizing, her fingers working desperately between her legs as she came. He could see it in the way her thighs trembled, the way her back arched, the way her mouth opened in a silent scream before the sound caught up. She was beautiful like this, wrecked, open, and he wanted to keep fucking her through it, wanted to feel her clench around him as she rode it out.
"Now!” she cried out when she could speak again, "Cum with me, baby…. Fill it up. Pretend it's me."
He slammed forward one last time and held himself there, buried to the root, his whole body going rigid as the orgasm ripped through him. It started deep in his gut, a white-hot pulse that traveled down his spine and exploded out through his cock. He spilled into the toy with a ragged cry, pulse after thick pulse, his hips jerking involuntarily as he emptied himself. He could feel it filling the silicone, hot and messy, overflowing around his shaft and dripping out onto his fingers. It was filthy, obscene, his cum mixing with the lube and leaking out of the toy's entrance, coating his length as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks, slower now, milking himself dry.
"Fuck," He slumped back against the pillows, the silicone still clutched loosely around his softening length. Through the screen, he could see her collapsed against her own pillows, similarly spent, her hand still resting between her legs, her eyes closed, and a satisfied smile playing at her lips.
For a while, all he could do was breathe. Badly, too. He was slumped back against the pillows, robe fucked up around his waist, one hand thrown over his face like that was going to help with any of the damage she had just done to him. His chest heaved, his skin was tacky with sweat and lube and cum, and his brain felt like it had been wrung out completely, left somewhere back around the part where she'd told him to fuck it harder.
And suddenly, amidst all the silence… he laughed.
"What?" She opened one eye at him through the screen.
"I don't even know what to say to you." He dragged his hand over his mouth. "I think my brain broke."
She lifted her head, her hair falling across her face "What, that bad?"
"No." He looked at her "That good. That was... y/n, that was the hottest thing you've ever done."
“Yeah?” She laughed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on her stomach. "You liked your present?"
"Are you kidding?" He reached for the phone, bringing her closer to his face like that would somehow make this more real. " That was the filthiest fucking thing anyone’s ever done for me and somehow also the sweetest. Like who does that? You're actually insane."
"Is that a compliment?"
"It's a proposal." He was grinning, stupid and smitten, his heart still hammering heavy in his chest. "Marry me. Can I marry you?”
She laughed, tucking her chin against her shoulder, looking at him like he'd lost his mind. “I get you a fake version of my pussy and suddenly you want to put a ring on it?”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You pull some pornstar shit like that and expect me not to start thinking about forever? Baby, be fucking serious.”
Her smile cracked wider.
“I’m not even joking. Actions have consequen…”
Knock, knock, knock.
Three sharp raps against the door, and they both froze. Jisung's eyes snapped toward the sound, then back to the screen. She had pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes suddenly wide and alert as she remembered exactly where he was and what state he was in.
“Room service,” a voice called from the hallway, muffled through the door. “Sorry for the delay, sir.”
A/N: Hi loves 💕
First of all, thank you so much for bearing with me and being so patient while I finish the Hyunchan threesome smut. I know I’ve been talking about it for a while, and I promise it hasn’t been forgotten.
As some of you may have seen, lawyer life decided to attack me personally and I had a client get arrested, so I had to put my fandom activities on hold for a bit and go deal with real life... Very rude of real life, honestly.
That being said, the smut is pretty much done. I don’t want to promise an exact date because every time I do, the universe humbles me, but it mostly just needs revision now, so it should be ready soon.
In the meantime, I really hope you enjoy this one. It was so much fun to write, and I missed posting here more than I can explain.
As always, English isn’t my first language, so please be kind.
If you liked this, please let me know what you think. Comments, reblogs, and asks genuinely make my day, and if you want to be tagged in my future works, just tell me.
I may or may not be planning to post a hyunchan threesome fic based entirely on the fact that you cannot convince me these two men have not fucked the same girl at least once in their lives.
Like… the idea of them realizing they’re seeing the same girl and instead of getting mad they’re both just like “well. I guess we’re sharing her now”???
yeah sorry i fear i had to abandon all my current works to write this immediately
I may or may not be planning to post a hyunchan threesome fic based entirely on the fact that you cannot convince me these two men have not fucked the same girl at least once in their lives.
Like… the idea of them realizing they’re seeing the same girl and instead of getting mad they’re both just like “well. I guess we’re sharing her now”???
yeah sorry i fear i had to abandon all my current works to write this immediately
Okay, genuine question, because I feel like I’m losing my mind here… why is there basically NO Vincenzo smut on Tumblr? 😭
Not even specifically Vincenzo Cassano, just the series in general.
Like, am I searching the wrong tags? Does everyone just collectively thirst in silence?
Because you cannot look at Jang Jun-woo and Jang Han-seo and tell me nobody has written anything insane about them???
My mind immediately goes to Jun-woo having a girl and deliberately letting Han-seo fuck her while he watches, just because he can. Like??? You cannot tell me that dynamic wouldn’t be absolutely unhinged.
Cloud you do one of yours Nsfw alphabets for the skz members? Like how you see them?
Would you guys be interested? I do have some thoughts that I could share with the audience 🤭 And that type of work usually doesn’t take me too much time which means I could post it quickly if you’re interested.
A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be kind 💕
Summary: So… we’ve talked extensively about munch!Jisung and how he usually likes to eat it... Today, however, I would like to present a new concept for your consideration... Munch!Jisung eating it from the back. That’s it. That’s the thought. Enjoy.
He pushed the door open quietly, and the sight that greeted him stole the air from his lungs. She was asleep on her stomach, face turned toward him on the pillow, her lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. She wore one of his old t-shirts, the soft fabric riding up her back, one knee slightly raised and an unconscious position that left her completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
His mouth went dry, his cock instantly hardening in his jeans. He stood frozen in the doorway for a long moment, just… watching her. His pulse started hammering in his ears. He knew he should wake her gently, let her know he was home, but the primal urge that surged through him was too strong to ignore.
He had to taste her.
He moved silently, shedding his jacket and shoes before approaching the bed.
"God, look at you"
He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her exposed skin, and she stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she began to wake.
"Jisung?" she murmured.
"Right here, baby," he whispered. His palms were warm as they slid down the curve of her back, coming to rest on the full globes of her ass. He squeezed, fingers digging into the soft flesh as a low groan rumbled in his chest. "You look so ..."
Her hands fisted the sheets, a shiver running down her spine when she felt the first hot puff of his breath right against her cunt. Then, his hands started spreading her wide, thumbs hooking into the crease where her thighs met her ass, pulling her open until she felt every inch of herself was bared to his greedy eyes. He pulled her hips slightly higher, adjusting her angle to his liking, a soft grunt of approval escaping him.
"... so fucking pretty" and then his tongue was on her.
And as much as he wanted to, he wasn´t gentle with it. It started with a flat, broad stroke from her clit that dragged all the way up, collecting her arousal on its path. The pleasure made her hips buck back against him, and his mouth moaned into her, the sound muffled and desperate, his nose brushing against her perineum as he moved.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he slurred out.
He was so messy with it, sloppy too.
His tongue swirled around her entrance, dipping inside just enough to make her clench before retreating to focus on her clit. A cry tore from her throat as her legs trembled.
This man was pussy drunk, completely lost in the taste and feel of her.
His hands tightened their grip, spreading her even wider as he tilted his head, changing the angle. His tongue pointed now, flicking relentlessly against her clit in quick, sharp movements that had her seeing stars. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating her out filled the room, all the slurping, the sucking, the low groans vibrating from his chest straight into her core.
He let his teeth graze her fold.
"Jisung, oh my god," she whimpered, pushing back against his face, grinding her hips against his mouth.
He responded with two of his long fingers circling her entrance, gathering her wetness before he slowly pushed them inside. He paused at the first knuckle, letting her adjust to the stretch, then he pushed deeper, sinking them into her gummy walls until they were buried to the hilt.
A choked moan tore from her throat, muffled by the pillow as her face pressed deeper into the soft fabric. She reached behind her, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair, the grip tightening as he curled his fingers just right. She held him there, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp as he scissored his fingers slightly, stretching her.
He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core as he felt her pull him closer. He took it as encouragement, his tongue flicking faster against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out.
"Ji," she gasped, his name a broken whisper against the pillow. "Don't stop... please don't stop."
Oh he had no intention of stopping.
He pumped his fingers in time with the thrusts of his tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Then his tongue drifted higher , tracing the sensitive skin between her holes.
"Come on, baby," he urged, "I want to feel you cum on my tongue."
He sealed his mouth over her cunt again, his tongue working feverishly as his fingers fucked into her.
She screamed his name, her body convulsing as the pleasure washed over her.But he didn't stop, his tongue lapping up every drop of her release as she came, his fingers still working inside her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a fucking mess.
Finally, he slowed, placing soft, gentle kisses against her oversensitive folds before pulling back.
She could feel the cool air against her soaked skin, and she shuddered.
When she managed to turn her head, she saw him. His face was glistening with her arousal, from his chin to the tip of his nose. His lips were swollen and red, and his eyes dark as he looked at her like she was his favorite meal.
He slowly licked his lips, "Best fucking thing I've ever tasted."
A/N: Hi loves 💕
If you’re new here, welcome to my blog. I haven’t posted anything for Stray Kids yet, but I do have a few things I’ve been working on, and yes, I’m more than happy to write for them, so feel free to send me your thoughts, ideas, and requests.
I’m also really sorry I haven’t been able to write and post as much lately. I see your comments, your likes, your reblogs, and the requests you send me, and I promise I’m so, so thankful for all the support. I know there are stories I’ve started, talked about, or promised, and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to finish them as quickly as I wanted to.
Please know that you haven’t been forgotten, and neither have your requests. Some of the stories I’m working on are a little longer, and I really do like taking my time with them so they feel interesting, natural, and real.
That being said, this idea has been living in my head for a while, and even though I don’t usually post shorter pieces like this, it just had to come out.
I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think 💕
