clitwarming holy shit . just holding my tongue and mouth against her . making out with her pussy nice and slow and teasing, letting her try and grind into my mouth onto my tongue until shes begging for me to actually eat her out and then i hold her legs down and make her regret ever asking
Hey besties, it's been a while! Let me just say i feel awful falling off the face of, well, tumblr for the past 2 months. I just have a lot on my plate as a mom and such 😅
Also, motivation to write was at an all time low.
I will be back with the next part of Divine Intervention soon, so please check back🫶 sending everyone all the love!
synopsis: he’s a small artist your rich friend got you tickets to see up close. after the show, you catch him at a bar. is this all fanservice or something more?
note: yes, this is a reupload from last year. i just had to rewrite it, sorry if you’ve already read it :(
warnings: 3.1k words, rockstar mingi AU, afab fem reader, porn with plot, celebrity/fan dynamic, p in v unprotected sex (pls wrap it up y’all), foul language, dirty talk, usage of 'beautiful' 'baby' and 'min' as petnames, light choking (mingi receiving), cum eating, cunnilingus implied, big dick mingi, barely any foreplay, possessive mingi (?), no solid dynamic, wooyoung is a fanboy and a wingman, not proofread.
he's gorgeous.
that's the first thought that came to mind as you and your friend, wooyoung, nudged each other behind the railing. mingi was only a few feet away, smiling at another fan who was getting him to sign their album. and you just couldn’t help but stare.
short bubblegum pink hair, black-out shades perched on his straight nose, plush lips pulled into an easy grin. he looked better than any of the pictures you’d seen online, flushed and too eager to meet people he’d never see again.
but your phone was out of battery, and you had no idea what to do when you got your very own three-second interaction.
it was too late to come up with something, though. wooyoung was already handing him a poster to sign, camera in his face, gushing about how cool he was on stage. the taller man smiled, only glancing at wooyoung and muttering a quick 'thanks for coming'.
now, it was your turn and you had absolutely nothing to offer him. your poster was too deep in your friend's bag to fish out, your albums were at home, and he couldn't take a selfie on your dead phone.
so you gripped onto the metal railing right in front of you and settled for: "hi, mingi, what's your favorite song to perform?"
he was on autopilot, his hand out and awaiting the item you'd surely want autographed. but your question broke him out of his automaticity. he met your eyes with that signature smile of his, "autobahn. you don't have anything for me?"
embarrassment made your heart squeeze as he really stared at you, his eyes tracing curiously over your features. "no, i'm sorry. my phone died, and i don't have an album or anything."
he laughed. the breathy sound was a dizzying contrast to... everything. the heavy eyeliner around his eyes, the thick rings on his hands, his intense gaze. "don't apologize, beautiful. what's your name?"
you introduced yourself and felt your pulse quicken as he started to sign other items and take selfies. but his attention was on you.
"that's really pretty," he hummed, taking yet another glance at you, "is this your first time?"
"no," you answered too quickly, "i came here with my ex-boyfriend last tour. we broke up during the concert, actually."
the fans around you laughed amongst themselves, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole after such a random response. it didn't help that he was so close you could smell his cologne.
"seriously?" he asked, laughing alongside the crowd behind you. "bet you were out of his league anyway. i did you a favor."
he handed a plushie back to a fan behind you before putting his hand out for you to take. you hesitated, so he insisted, "let me see your hand."
you were quick to comply with his spoken command, and he placed your hand in his, quietly repeating your name to himself, "here. hopefully this was a better experience than last time. thank you for coming."
your eyes widened as he placed one of his rings on the palm of your hand. people gasped in awe, some even shoving others to take a look. but he had already moved onto the next area of fans before you could even thank him back.
after making it out of the hell that was the parking garage, wooyoung insisted that you keep the ‘party’ going. it was the first time you’d found an excuse to wear your new heels out, and it would’ve been a waste not to show them off, in his words. perhaps you were too easily convinced by the man at the steering wheel, because soon enough, he was on your arm, guiding you into a high-end bar.
the inside was barely lit by flashing red lights, sticky floors testing your heels as you maneuvered through the crowd. music was blasting, something sultry and vaguely recognizable, interrupted by the dj’s unnecessary adlibs. but the drunk crowd was moving like that was their favorite song, and you couldn’t help but sway to the beat as you walked past the outskirts of the dance floor to the bar.
"dude, he totally wanted you," wooyoung said loudly as he propped you up on a barstool, practically closing you into the bar itself with how close he leaned in, "i even got a video of him talking to you, and he's literally looking at you like the rest of us weren't even there."
"stop," you whined, embarrassed by his wild conclusions, mouth moving right next to his ear. "it's just fan service."
he pulled back just enough to level you with a stare that said come on.
"well, he'd definitely service you— oh, my god. oh… my… god," his words tapered off into giggles as he looked past you.
you turned to the side, thinking there'd be somebody throwing up or naked on the dance floor, only to see mingi nearing the bar.
"no fucking way," you muttered, turning back towards your friend when you accidentally made eye contact. you shared a few moments of unintelligible rambling before he approached the two of you, entourage forgotten somewhere behind him.
“small world,” he said over the music, sparing wooyoung a warm smile before zeroing in on you, “you should join my section.”
that could not be real. he could not possibly be real. he had changed out of his performance outfit, and he somehow looked even hotter. the various silver chains were replaced by a simple, thin one, tailored pants replaced by worn black denim. the adrenaline-boosted smile he wore not even an hour ago was something simpler. realer. just as heart-wrenching, if not more.
the insistent poking at your ribs reminded you that you needed to respond. you glanced over at wooyoung, who nodded enthusiastically. but you couldn’t just leave him behind. not after he’d bought the tickets. he'd driven you there. paid for parking and the skirt you were wearing. you’d kiss him, if he weren't… well, wooyoung.
“only if there’s enough room for both of us,” you pulled your friend closer by his arm, mustering up your most convincing smile.
mingi hummed at the request, not even thinking it over before nodding, “there’s plenty. tell the guard by the elevator you’re with joong, he’ll let you in. meet me on the top floor.”
an elevator ride later, you strutted onto the nightclub’s rooftop. it was louder than you expected, sparkly faces scattered throughout the area, bodies swaying to the music spilling from the speakers near the dj booth. a handsome man spun the discs, one hand pressing a headphone to his ear as a few pretty girls climbed onto the table next to him.
“look where you got us,” wooyoung exclaimed right next to your ear, arm linked with yours, “want a drink?”
“i’m trying to stay sober tonight,” you replied, loosening your hold on him as he glanced behind you.
you felt it too. the intense stare digging into your back, the approach to come.
“i’d say you’re no fun, but i think this’ll be a night to remember. good luck,” he responded, gifting you a wink before threading through the crowd.
only a few seconds passed before a hand ghosted the small of your back. you jolted, head whipping to the side to meet mingi’s gaze. the view was surreal, colored neon lights accentuating his playful expression and the curious glint he couldn’t quite hide.
he said nothing, removing his right hand from your back to put it out for the second time that night. he expected you to take it. you did, relishing in the triumphant smile that pulled at his lips as he guided you through the sea of people, nodding in response to greetings and congratulations thrown his way.
he opened the door to a private room, gesturing at the guard before nodding his head toward the open space, “i want you to myself for a little. is that okay?”
it didn’t take another word before you were stepping inside, settling onto the couch as he dimmed the lights.
"so," he began after sitting beside you, stretching his long legs under the center table. the material of his pants brushed against your bare skin, but he didn’t move as he spoke, "fate?"
you couldn’t help but smile, feeling all kinds of emotions running through your veins as he held your gaze under the dim blue lighting. the music from outside poured in softly, the shadow of his idling guard visible through the privacy glass of the door.
"maybe," you replied, not trusting yourself to say anything else.
his strong hands took the jug of water from the center table and served two cups of it. he lifted one of the glasses to his lips, took a sip, and cleared his throat. "tell me about your ex. i've never heard of someone being broken up with during my shows."
you relaxed slightly, repeating to yourself that he was just another person. just another man. "right, well... we weren't together long. but he wouldn't let me go to your show with a friend because he said that'd be cheating. you were his favorite artist, so he invited himself. he decided that cheering for you was also cheating. long story short, he broke up with me, and he left before the show was over."
he exhaled amusedly in response, sensing your nerves and feeding off of your attention. his eyes focused on his ring around your middle finger. a disapproving scoff filled the air, "he didn't even let me finish? what an asshole. sorry he ruined that for you."
you shook your head, taking a sip of water as he processed the story.
"so you came to this show with a secure guy at home?" he asked tentatively, watching you carefully as you set your cup down. “or is that guy with you your boyfriend?”
"no, i’m single," you corrected, "i'd rather scream for you comfortably."
your odd choice of words was out before you could take them back, and they made him snort, "that's what i like to hear."
in a blur, you end up completely bare, face pressing against a pillow at a luxurious hotel a few minutes from the bar. there’s lip gloss smudged across your chin, surely staining the cotton beneath you, but you can't even pretend to care as mingi traces the arch of your back with a firm thumb.
"look at that," he groans to himself, biting down on his kiss-swollen lips, "baby, you're soaked."
the line he traces down your back encourages you to arch deeper, more desperate for a rewarding touch. "mingi," you complain, the cold breeze from the air conditioning making your craving for his warmth even stronger.
he shushes you, leaning over to press a kiss on your shoulder, "i know. i feel you pushing back on me.”
"then do something,” you plead, bending even further as his woody scent hits your nose. he’s so close you could count his eyelashes, and the thought makes you clench.
he barely suppresses a moan at your desperation, one arm wrapping around your front to support your weight, "spread your legs a little more f'me."
you do as you're told, mind clouded with need, and he placates you by sliding himself between your folds. you tense when his tip brushes on your clit, and he makes it his mission to do the same thing a few more times, until you're moaning in his hold.
slick sounds of the motion fill the room and he shudders, watching the side of your face and taking pleasure from seeing the way your brows furrow as your eyes fall shut.
but he stops abruptly when you choke on a whine, hands steadying on your waist and voice right next to your ear, "gotta see you. i'm gonna turn you over."
he adjusts a pillow under you before flipping you onto your back. there’s not enough time to respond as he leans down for a heated kiss. his plush lips are slightly chapped, moving against yours as if he’s been waiting decades for the chance to kiss you again. the movements are more sure than the ones in the club room, like he’s fully decided that this is right. that the best choice had really been offering you the privacy of a hotel room.
it’s a confident exchange, messy but precise, the goal clear for the night. you inhale sharply when he swipes a thumb over your hardened nipple, he groans when you nip at his bottom lip in response.
“want me to finger you or somethin’?” he asks in a rush against your open mouth when you start pushing your hips closer to his, “i don’t wanna hurt you.”
against your better judgment, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, “just fuck me.”
his eyes widen in a mix of amusement and desire, “okay, but let me know if—“
“—i can take it, mingi, please,” you insist, heels digging into his back to push him closer.
the movement encourages the length of him to lie right over your stomach, stopping just below your belly button. the view punches a shaky breath out of his lungs, and his demeanor shifts, “of course you can.” he makes a show of licking his ring and middle fingers and slipping his hand between your legs, circling your clit with ease, “bet i could slip right in, hm? so fucking needy, i love it.”
he’s immediately proven right when you use your own hand to guide him into you. he shudders in surprise, a cute smile gracing his face. he doesn’t hesitate to give you what you want, slowly pressing into you.
each torturous inch forces your body to intake a heavy breath. he’s bigger than anyone you had taken before, the stretch making your body twitch in small movements away from him. but he’s not allowing you to escape, one hand holding your hip down while another spreads you open for him.
his eyes follow the tilt of your head, and he takes advantage of the view by pressing open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw. his nose presses against your neck, and he moans in harmony with you as he bottoms out, “fuck, you’re so sexy. you okay?”
“mingi, move,” you take a steadying deep breath, the fullness satisfying but not nearly enough. he laughs softly at your words, nipping at your neck before straightening up.
“i’ll take that as a yes,” he replies, digging his knees into the mattress and pinning your wrists above you.
your mind can barely register the way he invades your senses. you can see he’s struggling to keep his eyes open, his jaw slack as he pistons into you.
you can feel the hand on your wrists tightening periodically, his other hand busy playing with your clit.
you can hear him moaning your name in that voice you had listened to thousands of times over in your favorite songs.
the voice you’d many times played at night when you just couldn’t sleep and your body needed release. he’d led you there, in your fantasies, and you’d apologized to him in your mind afterwards. and now he’s panting above you, dick twitching inside you when your palm pushes down where you can feel him.
he’s fucking into you desperately, exploring you with his gaze as if he’s trying to mentally map out all the places he’s going to claim for himself. he’s not holding back how aroused he is, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth as he whines a breathy, “c’mon, fuck me back, baby.”
“so good, min, ‘m close,” you tremble with effort as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, moaning when his clouded eyes snap up to your face.
the hotel bed creaks with your effort and he nods enthusiastically, a wild smile gracing his face. his thumb on your clit is still drawing jumbled patterns as he gears all his focus into making you reach your high, “i know— shit, i know, you’re clenching like crazy. wish you could see how pretty you look right now. yeah, taking me like you own me.”
he’s rambling, completely dazed as he studies your features with lust in its purest form, “bet you’ve thought about this before. your ex was right, getting jealous over me.” he pauses, releasing your hands and adjusting the pillow under you to angle himself even deeper, “imagine what he’d think, seeing us like this.”
the muscles of your thigh stretch deliciously as he uses his free hand to fold one of your legs closer to your chest. your jaw drops in a low moan, hands instinctively clawing at his shoulders and he exhales sharply, head dipping forward, “did you fuck him like this?” his voice turns into a whimper when you shake your head, “he didn’t deserve it. you sound so pretty, fuck, i could put you on a track and listen for hours.”
his voice vibrating right over your face is enough to push you over the edge. he doesn’t let up on your clit, rubbing it messily until you push his ringed hand away.
“i know, baby, i‘m sorry. just a lil’ more, yeah?” he insists, shuddering when you grab him roughly by the base of his neck and pull him down for a sloppy kiss. the tight squeeze and the lick of your tongue against his lips send a jolt of heat down his spine, and he follows right behind you, breaking away from the kiss just in time to pull out and release over your lower abdomen and inner thighs.
an unintelligible curse word drops from mingi's lips as he controls his breathing, watching his cum drip all over your skin.
you take a few moments to gather yourself, head tilted back to stop yourself from finishing again just from the sight in front of you: your idol panting like a dog, the splotchy red skin of his pelvis slick with your arousal.
he was yours, for that moment in time. the bruises on your neck were a better keepsake than a signature on his latest album.
cotton sheets rustle underneath you, coaxing your eyes open as he moves back to lie down onto his stomach. his eyes are trained onto your face as you push yourself up by your elbows, his ringed fingers gently pushing your knees apart, “feeling good?”
“yes. thank you,” you reply, instinctively reaching down to rake your hands through his short hair. your new ring glistens in the warm light emitted by the hotel lamp.
he grins innocently at your touch as if he’s not hardening against the sheets. his hand massages the untainted flesh of your leg, hot tongue brushing against your inner thigh as he cleans up the mix of your arousals with a groan, “don’t thank me yet. you can give me one more, right?”
[the texts you wake up to, 9:43 AM]
| unknown number: sorry about leaving you, i had a flight to catch
| unknown number: but the room’s booked for another day and your ride home is paid for
| unknown number: i’ll lyk when i’m in town again :) free tickets and maybe a backstage pass if you’re down?
| wooyo: dude?? answer my calls??? why r u at a random hotel
| wooyo: and why tf did i just get an email from QK asking me to sign an nda, saying i witnessed something confidential?
| wooyo: omfg. it just clicked. did u actually fuck THE song mingi?
| wooyo: blink twice if yes??? and hypothetically… how many stars would u rate him?
Synopsis: You really need some pointers when your date is getting serious or Alternatively Hannie wrecks your shit when you ask for his help.
Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors DO NOT INTERACT!, reader doesnt know a lot about sex or anything around it but is not a virgin, Needy Han, Needy reader, Han is down bad, oral! Fem recieving, fingers, han licks your juices off your own finger and its HOT, riding, corruption kink if you squint i think, begging, pet names, im missing some sorry heheh
A/N: Im totally not distracting myself from the divine Intervention series... hahaha.... motivation has been at an all time low... so please enjoy this courtesy of @pineapple-burgah I hope u like it love and THANK YOU for putting this idea in my head really I've been plagued🫶
Being roommates with Jisung was easy. The two of you moved in together maybe about a year ago, but you'd been friends at while before that.
A friend of a friend introduced the two of you and you'd been inseparable since. He's not messy, he cooks and he's patient and kind and willing to help you with pretty much anything. He's the best roommate and friend you think you could have ever asked for.
You'd been on so many blind dates set up by your other friends at this point that it feels like the dating pool has gotten significantly smaller. And they've all been mostly awful to be around.
To say you weren't the most experienced person out there would probably be the biggest understatement of the century. You didnt even really touch yourself. It never felt good when you did it so you'd honestly just given up.
Until you met a guy you thought could definitely be the one. Hyunjin was the total package. Looks, brains, personality—all just felt like 10's across the board. The only problem was you were sure you would fumble when it came to intimacy.
When you stumbled home after your 3rd date with him, nerves shot, Jisung's eyebrow raised as he watched you slump on the couch next to him.
"So....how was the date...?" He questioned, watching you prop yourself up on your elbows, face contorted into one of confusion and desperation.
"It was great, like so good actually. He's a really good guy and i can see myself with him for a long time—"
"But? Why am I sensing a but?"
"But i'm so under-prepared in the sex department its embarrassing!" You blurt out, huffing loudly into your hands. Jisung's eyes widened a fraction at your honesty before replacing his expression to one of ease and calm before responding.
"I mean, if it's something I can help with I dont mind. What do you need to know?" It was an innocent enough question, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he was sure you'd hear it.
But you didnt notice, your turmoil too great as you unleashed everything to your friend.
"I-i literally dont know anything. I mean, im not at virgin but that was a mutually beneficial agreement between me and a guy back in my first year of college just so we could say we weren't virgins. Like, it sucked. It was so bad. And it hurt worse than I ever thought. We were so clumsy." You pause and take a breath before you say something that rocked Jisung to his core.
"I've never even really touched myself either. It just didnt feel good so I didnt do it! How the fuck am I supposed to have sex with this man if I don't know what i'm doing! I-"
You'd stopped mid explosion, looking at him and speaking quicker than your brain could catch up.
"You... could you teach me? Please? I-i could really use it." Your eyes were pleading. You sit up on the couch, scooting closer to him, almost touching as you cross your legs and press your hands together in a sort of prayer-like gesture.
It seemed his brain couldnt catch up either, because what the fuck do you mean teach you? Give you pointers? It was a question he needed to ask but he was sure he wouldn't survive the answer.
"So you want me to give you like...tips...?" He pressed, unable to fathom what you're really asking.
"T-teach me how to touch myself? Maybe? If I can't make myself feel good how can someone else make me feel good?" You play with your fingers, looking down at them so you couldn't see how he'd react to such a direct and bold request from someone thats supposed to be his friend.
"Who else am I supposed to trust with information like this?" You whisper softly, eyes finally moving upwards to meet his in that innocent stare you always make when you want something from him.
God damnit, was he screwed. He takes a drink of the water sitting next to him, hoping it will cool him down before he gives you an answer. You speak up again.
"Hannie... have you ever, you know? Fingered a girl before?" You ask curiously, the girls that run in your circle talking about how good it feels when their boyfriends touch them. You're dying to know the answer.
He spits out his drink before you could even finish asking. Fuck. Why would she ask something like that right now? Im clearly not fucking well in the head.
"What the fuck, Y/N? I mean, of course I have but... w—shit! Why are you suddenly so interested in what I've done?" He's stammering, hands thrown dramatically with each word.
"Help me, Hannie. Please?" Your puppy-dog eyes were a vice. Too hard to ignore. He sits his drink down, sighing and tousling his hair with one of his hands, wiping the other over his face to keep himself together.
"Do you really know what you're asking, baby? You're asking me, your roommate and friend, to touch you. To make you cum on my fingers. For what? For practice? I need you to tell me clearly what you want from me right now so that I don't fucking misunderstand, Y/N."
Your breath comes out shakily, the temperature in the room rising dangerously high as you place a clammy, sweaty hand on his knee. "I'm asking you to teach me how to do it. I trust you with everything, Ji. I-if you don't want to i-"
"NO! No! I mean, I want to—fuck i really want to, but you understand the lines we're crossing right? If I cross it im really not sure we can come back from this."
"I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. I understand what im asking... I just... I wouldn't ask if-"
Jisung cuts you off, his reasoning snapped at the confirmation. His eyes dark with intent, he moves toward you.
"Lay down on your back, baby. I'll take care of you." You obey pretty much instantly, laying back with your head on the arm of the couch. His fingers hesitantly dance along the top of your pants, pulling them down slowly.
You're breathing heavy already in anticipation, your legs slowly being exposed to the cool air of your shared apartment until you're bare from the waist down for his hungry eyes to see.
"'m not gonna touch you, you're gonna learn all on your own. I'm here to guide you, okay? Lemme help that much..." He chokes out, the sight of your glistening pussy against the dim light of the room making his throat dry.
You nod in understanding, gripping the couch cushion to the left of your head to ground yourself. Your right hand trails down your stomach, ready to do whatever he tells you.
"Start by sliding your fingers through yourself, you're already wet, just need to use some of it— juuuuust like that, pretty girl. Good job. Now, press your fingers against your clit and rub it in circles for me." He has a death grip on your thighs, holding them apart for a better view.
"I-i dont know hannie, feels weird..." you say, stumbling over your words. For the first time since you got home, he grins.
"C'mon, keep going. There ya go, doin' so well for me... why don't you go ahead and slide a finger in for me, hmm? Can you handle that, love?" Honey drips from his voice as he teases you, his grip loosening to rub gently up and down your exposed legs as your fingers stop circling, reaching town lower until you reach your aching hole.
"How? I-I dont..Can you just—can you show me?" He groans audibly at the pressing tone of your voice. He takes your hand by the wrist carefully, dragging your fingers back through your slick folds before he pauses at your entrance and leans forward.
"Watch closely, baby. Take your middle finger—yeah bend it like that, good girl—and ease it in. Theeeeeere, that's it..." He encourages you through it, all but feeling himself how your pussy is sucking your own finger in down to the knuckle.
"Fuck, can you hear that? Listen to the cute noises your cunts making... c'mon baby, keep it going f'me...flex your finger inside, try to reach that spot—you'll know it when you feel it." He's audibly panting now, the sound of your finger plunging into your depths making his head spin.
"H-hannie please, fuck, I can't reach it!" A tear falls from your eye from frustration and his reasoning just fucking snaps.
Almost instantly, he removes your finger from within yourself and places the digit in his mouth, sucking it clean. He whines, a sound so utterly pornographic you clench around nothing.
Before you could reprimand him, you're moaning just as loudly. His finger replaces where yours once was, disappearing between your folds, pumping it slowly but firmly.
"Fuck baby, this what you wanted? Did you want my hands on you that badly?" He spits, but there's no venom. He's not really looking for an answer either, adding a second finger. His other hand spreads your lips open before placing his thumb on your clit, rubbing it the same way he had you do it minutes ago.
Your head is thrown back, sweat forming on your forehead, your hair sticking to it as your body fights to escape the pleasure. Your lip is drawn between your teeth, attempting and failing to keep your pleasured sobs quiet.
Poor guy never really stood a chance when you're just so pretty making all these depraved noises underneath him. He spreads your legs wide, arms braced on your thighs so you cant close your legs on him.
"Wanted your sweet Hannie to fuck you on his fingers, hmm? I got you, baby. Gonna make you see fucking stars." He growls low, the noise vibrating his chest against your leg.
And he picks up the pace, his fingertips desperately searching for that spongy spot inside that will make you go so wild until—
"F-fuck, Hannie! T-that feels... strange...." You whimper, hands flying to his own. To stop him or to make him keep going you really aren't sure anymore.
"Shit, I found it huh? There she is, there's my pretty baby." He's desperate, finally leaning down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth gently before running his tongue over it in feverish rhythm with his fingers.
He could stay down there forever, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're nothing but a breathy mess of spend and sweat
And when you finally let go, cumming all over his fingers with the filthiest incoherent babbles coming from your mouth, he feels like he could bust.
He fucks his fingers into you more sloppily, licking and sucking and gently biting your clit and you hiss at the pleasurable pain. He's definitely died and gone to heaven.
His poor, neglected, leaky cock is grinding against the couch as he eats you out with vigor, unable to stop himself even as you start to come down from your high.
"Ji—fuck, Jisung! S-slow down! I just came i don't, aughhh—I dont have another one in me..." you whine, fingers digging harshly into his scalp, and he takes this as a sign to just keep fucking going til you cum again.
It really isnt long either, the combination of his tongue and fingers, and the visual of this grown man humping your shared couch for relief has you cumming again.
Backing away reluctantly, he wipes his mouth with his thumb before placing the finger into his mouth and sucking the remainder of your juices off with a satisfied grunt.
"Hannie..." The look he gives you feels scalding, as if one touch right now would fucking burn.
"Anything else you need help with tonight baby? I'm already here..." He leans over you, almost menacingly. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. He's so close now, his head now burying itself in the crook of your neck before biting you hard. It wasn't painful, no, he just bit you hard enough to leave a mark.
"W-what the hell, Ji?" You gasp, slapping a hand over the place he bit. His smile widened. A predatory smile that had you trying to back further up the couch because you were so obviously his prey.
"Last chance baby, before I turn around and go to my room and fuck my fist into my hand. Do. You. Need. My. Help?" He enunciates each word, with each one he climbs atop you. His lips are almost pressed to yours now, hints of you on his breath.
"I-shit, Hannie please... can you stretch me out... y-you know, so that when it comes time I can take him?" And fuck he's pissed that you would even ask. His hands grabs both of yours into one before he pins them behind your head and snails.
"Baby if i'm gonna fuck you right now, there isn't any god damned way you are going on that date, now or never." He says, voice calm but his face gives him away. He's done playing.
"Know this, baby girl. If you have my cock in you tonight, you're gonna be Hannie's girl. Got it? Not fucking you in preparation for another man."
He grabs your cheeks with the hand not occupied and makes you look him in the face. "So? Want me to screw your brains out or do you wanna go on that date? Choose now, because I have no patience left, love." He whispers, his voice breaking.
"You know, since the moment you moved in I've wanted to thrust myself so deeply into your cunt you'd feel me there for weeks after." He paused, looking into your eyes, the atmosphere changing so quickly you felt you had whiplash.
"Still sure you wanna go on that date? Or, Would you like your Hannie fucking you so full you forget what it ever felt like to be empty?" He's spitting the words out so fast, it's like he can't control it, like he's desperate for your answer.
"W-want my Hannie-" And barely a millisecond later, he's on his back on the cramped sectional, hands on your hips as you hover above him. Your hands are flat on his chest as you lower yourself on his thick member, twitching when your pussy lips kiss the tip of his leaking head.
He shivers at the contact, whining when you finally sink down on him all the way. Your hips swivel in circles, his tip catching on your g-spot already. Han groans at your movement, his eyes glazed and his mouth in an O shape as he watches you.
"Shit baby, slower. I won't last if you move your hips like that." And he grips you so tightly, attempting to steel any resolve he may have left.
The noises the both of you made could have been enough to have you teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Jisung isn't sure if he wants you to keep going like this or if he wants to fuck up into you.
He decides, though, slowly lifting you up and down, impaling you on his cock in the steadiest of motions. Your tongue is lolling out, whiny whispers of "Hannie, please!" And "-need you to go faster, gonna go crazy!" And he feels fucking feral.
Your arms circle around his head, bringing him close, your chest all but thrust into his face as you ride him.
"Yeah baby, that's it, ride my cock. Feels go—hnghhh—soooo Good. 'Ya belong to me now, hmm? This is Hannie's pussy now." He's rambling again, any thought he had spilling straight from his mouth.
He lifts your shirt, pulling your bra up with it before he latches his lips around a pert nipple. His tongue rolls around the bud before nibbling, and when you yelp at him he grins into your breast.
"Oh, we like a little pain? My cute little pain-slut. Think i could make you cum just by biting and sucking at your chest? Maybe another time..."
He ruts up into you, mouth still attached to your now abused nipple, fucking you so thoroughly you know you'll be sore tomorrow.
"S-say my name. Please baby, Say my name t-three times...Fuck!" He's pounding you erratically, his mouth releasing your as he leans back to watch your face contort with each ragged jut of his hips into yours.
"Just three... and I'll let you cum. P-please!" This man had never looked so needy before, all the vibrato from earlier just melting as he gets closer to his own orgasm.
"Hannie, please—" you beg. "C-can't keep going." You're whimpering as he plants his feet more firmly on the edge of the couch for leverage, fucking up into you so hard it felt like he was in your cervix.
"There's one baby, keep going pretty, I know you can do it." You groan in annoyance, hitting him on the chest as he wrecks your insides.
"J-ji, I said please! Is that not enough?" You cry, the sensation overwhelming. "S-shit, there's two, I'll take it." He makes a noise between a sigh and a whine, continuing his assault on your poor cunt. "One more, please baby, just one more and I swear I'll give you exactly what you've been begging for."
"Han Jisung, I swear to god if you don't let me cum I'll go to Hyunjin for—"
"That's three." He says with a joyful grunt, continuing his rough pace from before. The both of you wail as your highs come crashing down on you. Thick, hot ropes shoot into your cunt, Jisung's hips stuttering as he collapses backward on the couch.
At the same time, warm liquid splashes between the two of you, the whites of your eyes visible. You fall on top of him, the only sound the both of you making now are just heavy, spent breaths.
A few minutes pass as you try to collect yourself before he speaks up.
"Make sure to call that guy and tell him you're unavailable. Indefinitely."
THANK U GUYS SO MUCH FOR READING!!!! I literally finished this in a 48 hour period im so normal.
Synopsis: You really need some pointers when your date is getting serious or Alternatively Hannie wrecks your shit when you ask for his help.
Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors DO NOT INTERACT!, reader doesnt know a lot about sex or anything around it but is not a virgin, Needy Han, Needy reader, Han is down bad, oral! Fem recieving, fingers, han licks your juices off your own finger and its HOT, riding, corruption kink if you squint i think, begging, pet names, im missing some sorry heheh
A/N: Im totally not distracting myself from the divine Intervention series... hahaha.... motivation has been at an all time low... so please enjoy this courtesy of @pineapple-burgah I hope u like it love and THANK YOU for putting this idea in my head really I've been plagued🫶
Being roommates with Jisung was easy. The two of you moved in together maybe about a year ago, but you'd been friends at while before that.
A friend of a friend introduced the two of you and you'd been inseparable since. He's not messy, he cooks and he's patient and kind and willing to help you with pretty much anything. He's the best roommate and friend you think you could have ever asked for.
You'd been on so many blind dates set up by your other friends at this point that it feels like the dating pool has gotten significantly smaller. And they've all been mostly awful to be around.
To say you weren't the most experienced person out there would probably be the biggest understatement of the century. You didnt even really touch yourself. It never felt good when you did it so you'd honestly just given up.
Until you met a guy you thought could definitely be the one. Hyunjin was the total package. Looks, brains, personality—all just felt like 10's across the board. The only problem was you were sure you would fumble when it came to intimacy.
When you stumbled home after your 3rd date with him, nerves shot, Jisung's eyebrow raised as he watched you slump on the couch next to him.
"So....how was the date...?" He questioned, watching you prop yourself up on your elbows, face contorted into one of confusion and desperation.
"It was great, like so good actually. He's a really good guy and i can see myself with him for a long time—"
"But? Why am I sensing a but?"
"But i'm so under-prepared in the sex department its embarrassing!" You blurt out, huffing loudly into your hands. Jisung's eyes widened a fraction at your honesty before replacing his expression to one of ease and calm before responding.
"I mean, if it's something I can help with I dont mind. What do you need to know?" It was an innocent enough question, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he was sure you'd hear it.
But you didnt notice, your turmoil too great as you unleashed everything to your friend.
"I-i literally dont know anything. I mean, im not at virgin but that was a mutually beneficial agreement between me and a guy back in my first year of college just so we could say we weren't virgins. Like, it sucked. It was so bad. And it hurt worse than I ever thought. We were so clumsy." You pause and take a breath before you say something that rocked Jisung to his core.
"I've never even really touched myself either. It just didnt feel good so I didnt do it! How the fuck am I supposed to have sex with this man if I don't know what i'm doing! I-"
You'd stopped mid explosion, looking at him and speaking quicker than your brain could catch up.
"You... could you teach me? Please? I-i could really use it." Your eyes were pleading. You sit up on the couch, scooting closer to him, almost touching as you cross your legs and press your hands together in a sort of prayer-like gesture.
It seemed his brain couldnt catch up either, because what the fuck do you mean teach you? Give you pointers? It was a question he needed to ask but he was sure he wouldn't survive the answer.
"So you want me to give you like...tips...?" He pressed, unable to fathom what you're really asking.
"T-teach me how to touch myself? Maybe? If I can't make myself feel good how can someone else make me feel good?" You play with your fingers, looking down at them so you couldn't see how he'd react to such a direct and bold request from someone thats supposed to be his friend.
"Who else am I supposed to trust with information like this?" You whisper softly, eyes finally moving upwards to meet his in that innocent stare you always make when you want something from him.
God damnit, was he screwed. He takes a drink of the water sitting next to him, hoping it will cool him down before he gives you an answer. You speak up again.
"Hannie... have you ever, you know? Fingered a girl before?" You ask curiously, the girls that run in your circle talking about how good it feels when their boyfriends touch them. You're dying to know the answer.
He spits out his drink before you could even finish asking. Fuck. Why would she ask something like that right now? Im clearly not fucking well in the head.
"What the fuck, Y/N? I mean, of course I have but... w—shit! Why are you suddenly so interested in what I've done?" He's stammering, hands thrown dramatically with each word.
"Help me, Hannie. Please?" Your puppy-dog eyes were a vice. Too hard to ignore. He sits his drink down, sighing and tousling his hair with one of his hands, wiping the other over his face to keep himself together.
"Do you really know what you're asking, baby? You're asking me, your roommate and friend, to touch you. To make you cum on my fingers. For what? For practice? I need you to tell me clearly what you want from me right now so that I don't fucking misunderstand, Y/N."
Your breath comes out shakily, the temperature in the room rising dangerously high as you place a clammy, sweaty hand on his knee. "I'm asking you to teach me how to do it. I trust you with everything, Ji. I-if you don't want to i-"
"NO! No! I mean, I want to—fuck i really want to, but you understand the lines we're crossing right? If I cross it im really not sure we can come back from this."
"I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. I understand what im asking... I just... I wouldn't ask if-"
Jisung cuts you off, his reasoning snapped at the confirmation. His eyes dark with intent, he moves toward you.
"Lay down on your back, baby. I'll take care of you." You obey pretty much instantly, laying back with your head on the arm of the couch. His fingers hesitantly dance along the top of your pants, pulling them down slowly.
You're breathing heavy already in anticipation, your legs slowly being exposed to the cool air of your shared apartment until you're bare from the waist down for his hungry eyes to see.
"'m not gonna touch you, you're gonna learn all on your own. I'm here to guide you, okay? Lemme help that much..." He chokes out, the sight of your glistening pussy against the dim light of the room making his throat dry.
You nod in understanding, gripping the couch cushion to the left of your head to ground yourself. Your right hand trails down your stomach, ready to do whatever he tells you.
"Start by sliding your fingers through yourself, you're already wet, just need to use some of it— juuuuust like that, pretty girl. Good job. Now, press your fingers against your clit and rub it in circles for me." He has a death grip on your thighs, holding them apart for a better view.
"I-i dont know hannie, feels weird..." you say, stumbling over your words. For the first time since you got home, he grins.
"C'mon, keep going. There ya go, doin' so well for me... why don't you go ahead and slide a finger in for me, hmm? Can you handle that, love?" Honey drips from his voice as he teases you, his grip loosening to rub gently up and down your exposed legs as your fingers stop circling, reaching town lower until you reach your aching hole.
"How? I-I dont..Can you just—can you show me?" He groans audibly at the pressing tone of your voice. He takes your hand by the wrist carefully, dragging your fingers back through your slick folds before he pauses at your entrance and leans forward.
"Watch closely, baby. Take your middle finger—yeah bend it like that, good girl—and ease it in. Theeeeeere, that's it..." He encourages you through it, all but feeling himself how your pussy is sucking your own finger in down to the knuckle.
"Fuck, can you hear that? Listen to the cute noises your cunts making... c'mon baby, keep it going f'me...flex your finger inside, try to reach that spot—you'll know it when you feel it." He's audibly panting now, the sound of your finger plunging into your depths making his head spin.
"H-hannie please, fuck, I can't reach it!" A tear falls from your eye from frustration and his reasoning just fucking snaps.
Almost instantly, he removes your finger from within yourself and places the digit in his mouth, sucking it clean. He whines, a sound so utterly pornographic you clench around nothing.
Before you could reprimand him, you're moaning just as loudly. His finger replaces where yours once was, disappearing between your folds, pumping it slowly but firmly.
"Fuck baby, this what you wanted? Did you want my hands on you that badly?" He spits, but there's no venom. He's not really looking for an answer either, adding a second finger. His other hand spreads your lips open before placing his thumb on your clit, rubbing it the same way he had you do it minutes ago.
Your head is thrown back, sweat forming on your forehead, your hair sticking to it as your body fights to escape the pleasure. Your lip is drawn between your teeth, attempting and failing to keep your pleasured sobs quiet.
Poor guy never really stood a chance when you're just so pretty making all these depraved noises underneath him. He spreads your legs wide, arms braced on your thighs so you cant close your legs on him.
"Wanted your sweet Hannie to fuck you on his fingers, hmm? I got you, baby. Gonna make you see fucking stars." He growls low, the noise vibrating his chest against your leg.
And he picks up the pace, his fingertips desperately searching for that spongy spot inside that will make you go so wild until—
"F-fuck, Hannie! T-that feels... strange...." You whimper, hands flying to his own. To stop him or to make him keep going you really aren't sure anymore.
"Shit, I found it huh? There she is, there's my pretty baby." He's desperate, finally leaning down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth gently before running his tongue over it in feverish rhythm with his fingers.
He could stay down there forever, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're nothing but a breathy mess of spend and sweat
And when you finally let go, cumming all over his fingers with the filthiest incoherent babbles coming from your mouth, he feels like he could bust.
He fucks his fingers into you more sloppily, licking and sucking and gently biting your clit and you hiss at the pleasurable pain. He's definitely died and gone to heaven.
His poor, neglected, leaky cock is grinding against the couch as he eats you out with vigor, unable to stop himself even as you start to come down from your high.
"Ji—fuck, Jisung! S-slow down! I just came i don't, aughhh—I dont have another one in me..." you whine, fingers digging harshly into his scalp, and he takes this as a sign to just keep fucking going til you cum again.
It really isnt long either, the combination of his tongue and fingers, and the visual of this grown man humping your shared couch for relief has you cumming again.
Backing away reluctantly, he wipes his mouth with his thumb before placing the finger into his mouth and sucking the remainder of your juices off with a satisfied grunt.
"Hannie..." The look he gives you feels scalding, as if one touch right now would fucking burn.
"Anything else you need help with tonight baby? I'm already here..." He leans over you, almost menacingly. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. He's so close now, his head now burying itself in the crook of your neck before biting you hard. It wasn't painful, no, he just bit you hard enough to leave a mark.
"W-what the hell, Ji?" You gasp, slapping a hand over the place he bit. His smile widened. A predatory smile that had you trying to back further up the couch because you were so obviously his prey.
"Last chance baby, before I turn around and go to my room and fuck my fist into my hand. Do. You. Need. My. Help?" He enunciates each word, with each one he climbs atop you. His lips are almost pressed to yours now, hints of you on his breath.
"I-shit, Hannie please... can you stretch me out... y-you know, so that when it comes time I can take him?" And fuck he's pissed that you would even ask. His hands grabs both of yours into one before he pins them behind your head and snails.
"Baby if i'm gonna fuck you right now, there isn't any god damned way you are going on that date, now or never." He says, voice calm but his face gives him away. He's done playing.
"Know this, baby girl. If you have my cock in you tonight, you're gonna be Hannie's girl. Got it? Not fucking you in preparation for another man."
He grabs your cheeks with the hand not occupied and makes you look him in the face. "So? Want me to screw your brains out or do you wanna go on that date? Choose now, because I have no patience left, love." He whispers, his voice breaking.
"You know, since the moment you moved in I've wanted to thrust myself so deeply into your cunt you'd feel me there for weeks after." He paused, looking into your eyes, the atmosphere changing so quickly you felt you had whiplash.
"Still sure you wanna go on that date? Or, Would you like your Hannie fucking you so full you forget what it ever felt like to be empty?" He's spitting the words out so fast, it's like he can't control it, like he's desperate for your answer.
"W-want my Hannie-" And barely a millisecond later, he's on his back on the cramped sectional, hands on your hips as you hover above him. Your hands are flat on his chest as you lower yourself on his thick member, twitching when your pussy lips kiss the tip of his leaking head.
He shivers at the contact, whining when you finally sink down on him all the way. Your hips swivel in circles, his tip catching on your g-spot already. Han groans at your movement, his eyes glazed and his mouth in an O shape as he watches you.
"Shit baby, slower. I won't last if you move your hips like that." And he grips you so tightly, attempting to steel any resolve he may have left.
The noises the both of you made could have been enough to have you teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Jisung isn't sure if he wants you to keep going like this or if he wants to fuck up into you.
He decides, though, slowly lifting you up and down, impaling you on his cock in the steadiest of motions. Your tongue is lolling out, whiny whispers of "Hannie, please!" And "-need you to go faster, gonna go crazy!" And he feels fucking feral.
Your arms circle around his head, bringing him close, your chest all but thrust into his face as you ride him.
"Yeah baby, that's it, ride my cock. Feels go—hnghhh—soooo Good. 'Ya belong to me now, hmm? This is Hannie's pussy now." He's rambling again, any thought he had spilling straight from his mouth.
He lifts your shirt, pulling your bra up with it before he latches his lips around a pert nipple. His tongue rolls around the bud before nibbling, and when you yelp at him he grins into your breast.
"Oh, we like a little pain? My cute little pain-slut. Think i could make you cum just by biting and sucking at your chest? Maybe another time..."
He ruts up into you, mouth still attached to your now abused nipple, fucking you so thoroughly you know you'll be sore tomorrow.
"S-say my name. Please baby, Say my name t-three times...Fuck!" He's pounding you erratically, his mouth releasing your as he leans back to watch your face contort with each ragged jut of his hips into yours.
"Just three... and I'll let you cum. P-please!" This man had never looked so needy before, all the vibrato from earlier just melting as he gets closer to his own orgasm.
"Hannie, please—" you beg. "C-can't keep going." You're whimpering as he plants his feet more firmly on the edge of the couch for leverage, fucking up into you so hard it felt like he was in your cervix.
"There's one baby, keep going pretty, I know you can do it." You groan in annoyance, hitting him on the chest as he wrecks your insides.
"J-ji, I said please! Is that not enough?" You cry, the sensation overwhelming. "S-shit, there's two, I'll take it." He makes a noise between a sigh and a whine, continuing his assault on your poor cunt. "One more, please baby, just one more and I swear I'll give you exactly what you've been begging for."
"Han Jisung, I swear to god if you don't let me cum I'll go to Hyunjin for—"
"That's three." He says with a joyful grunt, continuing his rough pace from before. The both of you wail as your highs come crashing down on you. Thick, hot ropes shoot into your cunt, Jisung's hips stuttering as he collapses backward on the couch.
At the same time, warm liquid splashes between the two of you, the whites of your eyes visible. You fall on top of him, the only sound the both of you making now are just heavy, spent breaths.
A few minutes pass as you try to collect yourself before he speaks up.
"Make sure to call that guy and tell him you're unavailable. Indefinitely."
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Synopsis: You feel so needy you message Changbin, who is on live with STAY. You accidentally let something slip.
Warnings: Minors pls for the love of GOD DNI!!!, Texting, Tension, reader uses bins full name and he just knows something isnt right(not a warning just be aware hehehee), oral (f!recieving), missionary sex, dirty talk...im sure I have missed things but theres not a lot. NOT PROOF READ 😬
Authors note: I know it's been a couple weeks since I uploaded but with the enhypen, zb1 and tbz news march has just been the shittiest month im sure you understand. Please let me know what you think in the comments! All the love 🫶
It had been a few days since you encountered any of the boys. Or left your current hotel room. The night you went back after your very steamy night with both Minho and Jisung had your body aching in ways you didn't know it could. But, you wouldn't take it back, obviously.
A nice, long, hot soak did the trick for your achy muscles. Though, your poor lady parts needed a rest. So you stayed in, opening up tab after tab on your private computer of Toktoks, IG reels and Tumblr posts of the past few nights from the concerts they performed.
The edits had you feral, especially having slept with half of them by this point. You stared at each post, drooling over how good they looked. Commenting under fan posts, things that obviously won't get you sued of course.
You decided after a particularly spicy edit of Changbin that it was about time you had a taste of him too. If, of course, he was down.
You open your phone, provided by the company just for this 3 month period, and pull his information up before deciding to send him a teasing message.
You: How would you feel if I said I was touching myself to the thought of you?
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You send him a picture in your very thin pajama shorts and tank-top, contorted slightly so he can see every curve you needed him to see.
It wasn't long before you heard a 'ding' on your phone, Changbin's contact popping up on the screen.
Changbin: oh my god im literally on live right now what are you doing? You trying to make me pop a boner? Shit, you look good...
Changbin: lemme see how you touch yourself, baby. Wanna see you fall apart while you think of me.
You hadn't known he was busy on live with STAY, but this made it all the more exciting as you pull up the stream, watching him act normal sitting alongside Han talking about their performances over the last bit.
God, you wanted to mess with him. Make him want you so bad he leaves the live to come take care of you. You watch his body language intently as you type out your next message.
You: tell me, binnie.... what would you do to me if you were here?
You wait and watch as he nonchalantly opens the message on his phone, his face unreadable. He sits the phone down, not responding. Waiting a few minutes before he excuses himself, telling STAY he is getting tired and to try not to wear Han out too much before tomorrow. He bows, waves and smiles as if nothing was happening.
Then, as he exits the screen, your phone lights up. He's calling you. And now? You panic.
"Shit. Shit shit shit. Is he mad? God i shouldn't have—"
A text notification.
Changbin: Answer your phone or im going to come kick your door down. One chance, baby.
You decide it best to answer the next time he calls, and he does.
"H-hey, Binnie? How was your live?" You ask, tone as even as the rough beating of your heart in your chest would allow.
"Wouldn't know, I left. Though, you know that don't you? You knew that i would leave if you asked me something like that." He says, deep voice reverberating through the speaker in that deliciously deep voice of his.
"...You really wanna know what i'd do to you if I were there?" His voice drops even lower—rough, controlled, dangerous.
He waits a beat. Lets the silence stretch until you're practically aching for it.
"I'd press you to the nearest wall.... press my fingers oh-so-gently into the crease of your neck where your pulse is and pull you in, close enough you can feel my breath on you, but not close enough to taste you... not yet—" His breathing is uneven, mirroring the way your own sounds somehow.
You're already touching yourself at this point, fingers pinching your left nipple while your right hand works your clit in tight circles. Your mouth is wide, listening as he continues his verbal barrage on your senses.
"You'd say my name in that whiny tone i just know you use when you're needy. You'd breathe it out so softly it sounds like something sacred falling from your lips." He continues, and you can all but see how affected his own words are making him.
"Then, baby? I'd pull your shirt up over those beautiful breasts, and run my lips over you just enough so I can taste where your heart pounds under your skin."
You're shaking, high approaching as you moan into the phone, fingers moving so fast your hands start to shake.
"That's it baby, you're almost there aren't you? I can hear it in your voice... Fuck, I bet you look so pretty when you cum..."
"P-please, Bin. Need you... come over, fill me up... want to feel your tongue on me... how—shit, wanna know how you'd make me cum on your tongue..." you whimper out, your orgasm so close but so far away, so desperate to get there but unable to do it alone. You're frustrated and desperate.
And he just laughs into the speaker.
"Oh poor baby... you want me to tell you in detail exactly how i'd have you fall apart on me? Don't worry, love, I'm here..."
He tries so hard to collect himself, but his own words have him falling apart right alongside you. You can hear the telltale sound of his zipper going down. Fumbling, then a sharp hiss as you assume he's taken his member into his hand, stroking it as he continues.
"While you're still against the wall I'd sink down... further, lower, kissing my way down your chest between your tits. I'd kiss your stomach, then your hips on each side..." He chokes out an audible 'fuck' on the other end of the line as he pumps himself faster, matching the pace of your fingers still working so frantically.
"Then I'd get to your thighs, and i'd nip them. Hear how you squeal for me as i inch closer and closer to where you're aching for me. I'd have you begging at this point—pleading with me to just hurry and place my lips on your pretty, wet cunt." He's quiet for a minute, fingers circling his tip as he cups his own sack and fondles them, shaking with want.
"And after you beg me so prettily, i'd dive in, fucking you so thoroughly on my tongue that you'd scream my name, fisting my hair as you rock into my face for that little bit of extra friction... and if you're good for me? I'd slide my tongue inside and thrust it in and out until your legs give out from under you..."
"Want that, fuck binnie—want that so bad, please... I'll be good! I-i promise!"
"Would you? I wonder about that. I hear you're quite the brat..."
"Seo Changbin, I swear to god if you don't come over here and screw my brains out I fear I may combust." You hiss frustratedly at him, fingers stopping as you sigh. You cant finish without his hands on you, and you needed them hours ago.
"How do you—nevermind that right now, i'm on my way. You better be naked by the time I get there. Keep your door unlocked for me." He hangs up the phone and you're left longing for his touch.
It's not long before you heard the soft click of your hotel room door, head shooting over to see a very flustered, extremely brick-ed up Changbin stomping toward you. He wastes no time, pulling your legs till your ass is on the edge of the bed.
You yelp at the speed of his movements, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.
"Binnie—"
"Don't speak love, only wanna hear your pretty voice falling apart for me." He says as he sinks to his knees in front of the bed, lifting your legs to wrap around his shoulders, locking together at the ankle behind his head.
"Be a good girl and take what I give you. Don't try to close your legs. Gonna taste you til im satisfied."
And then he decends, biting your thigh just as he said he would. You hiss at the slight pain, groaning afterward at the feel of his lips kissing over the bite mark.
Then his tongue is on your clit, devouring your pussy as if he'd never eat it again. He moans into your folds, undoing his pants to stroke himself in rhythm with his tongue.
You're panting, your head is thrown back, unable to control your bodies movements as he works his mouth on you, tongue licking swift, sharp strokes on your abused bud.
It doesn't take long before you're screaming, fingers threaded through his hair.
You buck up into his face, grinding against his face with each swirl of your hips as you finally come undone, your arousal leaking out of your hole and onto his eager muscle.
He laps it up with earnest, still not stopping even after you've came and it has you reeling, dizzy.
"B-bin I can't—"
He interrupts, bringing his glossy face up to look you dead in the eyes. They're dark, blown out and feral as he speaks. "Did i not tell you that i'd taste you til im satisfied? Lay still, pet, or you won't be getting my cock today."
He threatens, eyebrow cocked up. Testing. Waiting. And you lay back down in defeat, allowing him to continue his ministrations on your already overstimulated pussy.
"Thaaaat's a good girl." He purrs out, returning to his rightful place between your legs. He sucks and slurps at the pooling liquid at the apex of your mound, and you lay there and take it. Your legs begin to shake as you feel another orgasm fast approaching and then he just....
...pulls away. He wipes his mouth with his thumb, stuffing it into his mouth to get just one last taste as he groans, standing.
"Scoot back on the bed baby, get comfortable. On your back— I wanna watch your face when I slide into you." He growls out, the deep rumble of his voice shooting heat through you.
You listen obediently, backwards-crawling up your bed until you reach the top, head sinking into the pillows. He climbs up onto the bed slowly, menacingly, until he reaches you. He's discarded his clothes by this point, and you finally get to see his cock.
He has a round, bulbous head you're sure will hit all of your deepest spots with ease. A large vein running up the side that has your mouth watering to taste him yourself.
Next time, perhaps.
He's propped up onto his knees, pumping his member as few times before he slaps it against your clit. An electrifying jolt shoots through you at the sensation, and you whine up at him.
"Bin i can't wait any longer... please use me. Wanna feel you inside. Need you to mess me up." You plead, something you feel you've done a lot today but you honestly couldn't care less.
He obliges unceremoniously, the tip of his cock pushing into your fluttering hole with a sound that was just downright nasty.
You were wet, that much was clear, so the slide in should have been easy but it felt so much more rough than the others. Even just his tip felt like too much, and you were clawing at his back to gain some semblance of control back.
He snickers at your attempts, pushing in til he's seated all the way inside of you and feeling every clinch and tremble of your walls accepting him. "Damn baby, your poor cunt felt so lonely, didn't it? I'll make 'er feel better, don't you worry. She's gonna love the way I ruin you."
And then he starts pounding you, not roughly or quickly. Slow, calculated, long strokes that felt downright sinful. It felt like both a mixture of heaven and hell as he slides along your inner walls.
You're gasping for air, the sweet drag of him gently but fiercely sinking into you push by push of his hips, slotting against you like a missing puzzle piece. You felt like you were ascending, as cheesy as it sounds, the way he fucked you felt like nothing you've ever experienced before.
This must be what making love feels like, you think, but it's not like you've ever had anything quite like this.
His deep, sharp strokes seemingly are enough to get you hurdling towards the finish line, because you're scratching his back so hard your nails leave marks in their wake and it absolutely delights him.
His pace quickens, leaning down to pepper kisses all over you. Your cheeks, your nose. Forehead. Then he drifts to your collarbone and your breasts, taking one into his hand and squeezing gently in time with a particularly intense jut of his hips.
His mouth latches around a peaked bud, swirling his tongue around before taking it cautiously between his teeth, pulling it further into his mouth before releasing with a 'pop', grinning down at you as he watches your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"Ohhhh, baby girl... you look so thoroughly fucked out. I love that look on you. I can see what Minnie was talking about." His thrusts becoming more sloppy, less steady. "—your facial expressions are so pretty, love watching the way you drown in pleasure." He states, not really looking for a coherent response from your seemingly long-gone mind.
He locks in, hands landing on your hips to hold you in place as he picks up speed, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to give him a better angle.
You're gasping into your hand while the other fists the sheets, muffled screams and curses falling from your lips as you cum around his cock, your arousal shooting out of you, spraying Changbin's chest as he keeps pumping himself into you, nearly there himself. "F-fuck! Changbin!" You shout his name, body spasming.
"Just a bit longer, my pet.... god, you're so pretty like this—glassy eyes and swollen lips... your beautiful breasts moving with each time I enter you... could do this shit every—" He thrusts particularly rough as he enunciates each word. "Damn—Day!" He pulls out before he pumps his cock, spilling his seed all over your thighs, stomach and pussy.
You both lay on the bed for a few minutes, just trying to catch your breath.
Time passes and the both of you are cleaned up and finally getting dressed before Changbin speaks up, and you realize you are absolutely doomed.
"You... i never gave you my full name. And im almost certain that was on purpose....." he pauses, your eyes starting to widen.
"You knew exactly who we were before you accepted this contract, didn't you?"
Hey beautiful readers! I hope you're all doing well! I took a *short* break as my Divine Intervention Series is now at the halfway point! I will resume posting at the end of the week!
I went with my bestie @pineappleonmyburger to the enhypen movie this past week and we had an amazing time! I also celebrated my 8th anniversary with my hubby so I took the time I needed to be with my friends and family. All the love!🫶🫶
I hope you're all taking care of yourselves amidst the sad enhypen news... please take breaks and remember to drink water. Stay happy and healthy, my ❤️ 's
Synopsis: Seungmin gives you a ticket to one of their next shows. A surprise duo performance sends your hormones into overdrive. The encounters that follow are nothing but pure sexual deviancy.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (for the love of the kpop gods pls), boyyyy kisserssss, Spanking, slut shaming, she's called a whore maybe twice, MxM so be prepared, Face fucking, orgasm denial like once, we're basically doing it in public again so be aware of that (I'm actually sick I know)
A/N: thank you guys so much for being so patient with me, changing from Saturday uploads, to Sunday uploads, and now just on a weekly basis. It feels less stressful I think. Thank you guys, all the love ❤️
"Here." Seungmin says, handing you an envelope. "What's this?" You ask, towel wrapped around your body and brush in hand. You'd just finished another round with him, days after the first and you swore You'd never get enough of him.
Hyunjin had stopped by, too, but you hadn't done anything with the others yet. Maybe they were just not as pent up as these two? You really weren't sure.
"It's a ticket for one of the next tour dates. I figured its better than staying cooped up in your hotel room. It's probably not your style though, is it?"
"Ah, I'm not sure, I don't think I've ever heard any of your music." You lie smoothly. No way you can let it slip. You'll keep it to yourself, for as long as you can.
"Talk to this man after the show." He pulls a picture up on his phone, a picture of him and the biggest man you'd ever seen in your life, with smiles on their faces.
"He'll bring you back to us. It's about time you sit with the rest of the boys and get to know them."
He kisses you, long and deep, before leaving your hotel room. There is a concert tomorrow, so maybe you'll go to that one.
The excitement welling up in you felt like it would explode, seeing your ult group in concert for the first time.
Its gonna be insanely hard not to sing along, praying they won't spot you so you can maybe let loose a little bit.
The night of the concert arrives and you're dressed in a pair of blue Jean shorts and a tank top layered with a cute see-through crop. You hoped it was concert-y enough. Walking into the venue, interacting with fellow STAY, buying merchandise. It was the ultimate Stray kids experience. A couple of girls walked around, handing out freebies and exchanging bias information.
It was lovely, even before the concert actually began. Lights shining all around from stage light to light stick, the atmosphere full of excitement and tension.
Not the bad kind, but the kind where everyone's nerves were on end waiting for it to begin. Multiple people were practically vibrating in their seats when the lights went low and Mountains started to play, all 8 boys suddenly appearing on stage. The crowd erupted in cheers, singing along. You joined in, far enough back that you were sure they couldn't see you. Though, any time one of them glanced toward your section, you'd immediately stop and stand still, wide smile on your face still enjoying the experience.
The show itself was so insane, song after song filling the stadium, each member dancing with their own charm. You felt as if you'd faint from how good they looked. Whoever styled them today deserved the best head of their life, honestly. You weren't sure who to stare at.
Lee know and Han were acting cute, never able to beat the MinSung allegations. Your cheeks heated, mind drifting off in desire thinking about both of them having their way with you at the same time.
Somehow, being more toward the front-right section, you'd made eye contact with Hyunjin. He winks, standing next to Lee Know. He elbows him gently, catching the older man off guard but getting his attention. He gestures subtlely over to where you're standing, whispering in his ear. You were unsure of what was said, but then his eyes lock with yours and a shit-eating grin spreads over his face.
He begins waving, almost nonchalantly, spreading it over the section as to not raise suspicions. Your heart jumped into your throat at the gesture, knowing for sure they knew where you were seated now.
The rest of the night, you tried like hell to make it look like you knew none of their songs. But, the minute Hold My Hand started playing...you were done for.
You expected Han to come out in his guitar, dressed like he came straight from the music video, but no. It wasn't even Han. At first.
No, it was Lee Know, in all his swagger and glory, walking down the stage with just a mic. And then he starts singing. Han's song.
You were a MinSung girlie at heart, and it seemed most of the stans around you clearly were too because they screamed and squealed and bellowed around you.
His eyes on the crowd, taking in the reactions from his fans— he was confident that he was killing this performance.
Then Han walks aout and everyone's jaws were collectively on the floor. He comes out strumming, with a mic wrapped around his ears, strumming for his life, skipping down the stage to his Hyung. It was a sight to behold, the two of them singing in unison as soon as the chorus started.
You were entranced at the energy the two of them brought, smiling and singing as if their lives depended on it.
You were singing along to every word, dancing to every note. Not noticing 4 eyes clearly surprised by your knowledge of their discography. They decided to bench it for later, happy to see you enjoying yourself.
They upped the ante, arms wrapping around each other as the band in the back took over for the guitar. Jumping around the stage, arms joined, the fans were eating it up.
Til the final chorus, where Lee know grabbed the back of Han's head, threading his fingers through his hair and pressed their foreheads together, the eye contact they shared searing. Han was smiling, staring back at the older man with a look that could only be described as elation. Lee know sung to him, pointing into his chest as he sings:
"Cause all I want is you not your tears
Until the tears dry up
I wanna make you the happiest one, no fear
So baby, hold my hand now—"
And the crowds screams around you dulled into silence as you fell into a trance, a familiar heat welling between your legs as you watched their close proximity, delusionally thinking maybe you could fit between the two somehow to soak up their attention.
Fuck, you were glad that you weren't stuck in that hotel room tonight.
What you didn't know was earlier that month, behind the scenes, the guys had done some planning. "Only go to her if you really need the relief. She's not here for us to break, just treat her as a friend we sometimes do stuff with. It's.. uh, it's so the stress levels of the tour don't get to us as badly as usual. The fans need us in tip top shape. Mentally and physically." Bang Chan has stated to his group. "So try to also take care of her, so that she isn't overwhelmed by the amount of men she has to put up with."
And they have so far, taken care of you. The ticket they graced you with was an escape from your room, even if you werent aware of who they really are, they thought.
The night ended in a spectacular way, fireworks dancing in the sky and the send off of each member, you were in awe. Never in your life have you had an experience like this, and although you didn't want it to end, you were just glad they could rest after this. At least for this stop of the tour.
You couldnt stop thinking about the moment those two shared on stage, the electricity that was always present between them sparking into overload during the Hold My Hand set. It was insane, you thought, packing up all your belongings. You had a backpack, just in case you ran into any of them, to hide the merch you purchased in there. Extra precautions, right?
You were lucky you had, cause after everyone had packed up and left, you went to the same security guard you were told to go to, and he took you back to where they were.
"There's the pretty girl, did you enjoy the show?" Chan asked, enveloping you in a hug. "It's unreal, honestly. Like, I wasn't too familiar with anything going on but the atmosphere was amazing. The fans were really sweet too. They asked who my bias was and I had to say I didnt know cause I was a new STAY." You chuckled.
It wasn't a complete lie, but you definitely did have a bias and there was no way in hell you're divulging that information.
You continued talking to each of the guys, getting to know them on a personal level before they started packing up for the night to head back to their own hotel rooms.
"Catch you later, love, Chan Hyung and I have a live tonight so we'll see you soon." Hyunjin stated, pecking your temple sweetly.
Lee know walks over to you as the last member shuffled out, all but cornering you.
"You aren't a fan, is that correct?"
"You would be right, yes." You replied, unsure of where this was going.
"Then how the hell did you know that song. I saw you singing along." His eyebrow quirked up, suspicions showing on his face.
Your throat felt as if it was swelling, you need to think up a lie quickly. "After Seungmin handed me the ticket I did as much research as i could. That isnt against the contract. I actually rather liked that song." You crossed your arms, stance hardening in defense.
"Sure, let's go with that, baby. I'm onto you." He said, slowly backing away before walking towards the door.
"You aren't onto shit, Lee." You spat, upset that he's taking such a tone with you.
He paused, swiveling around on his heels and walking back over to you, gently gripping the bottom of your chin and tilting it up to him. "One more word from that tempting mouth of yours and I'll have your bare ass over my lap. Understand?" He growled out.
The heat from earlier hadn't left and you felt that maybe, just maybe, now could be the most optimal time to satiate your desire.
"Do it, I dare you." You pushed, waiting for his reason to finally snap. And when he did, you weren't ready for the force in which he pulled you over to the couch. He yanks your arm as he sits down, landing you over his lap.
"I gave you one chance and you wanted to tempt me further? Are you a glutton for punishment, kitten? Gonna show you what happens to kitties who use their claws on me."
He rips your shorts down your legs along with your underwear, baring your ass to his hungry eyes. "Count. Stop counting and i start over." He slaps your left ass cheek, and you yelp slightly but refuse to count.
He huffs, eyebrows furrowing at your defiance. "Let's see how long that lasts."
He brings smack after smac down on your ever-reddening behind, still no words falling from your lips. Tears spring up in your eyes and for some reason you're unable to comprehend, you're drooling in pleasure.
Unexpectedly, mid-smack, Han walks in. "Minho Hyung, are you hading back to... the... what the hell?" He leans against the door, eyes taking in the sight. "Couldn't wait any longer, Hyung?" He chuckles, making his way over to the couch you both were strewn across. "Shut up, she wasn't listening to me properly."
"Oh, sweet girl. You have to listen or it's just gonna end up worse for you! Want me to help make it feel better?" He kneels down to where your face is, lifting your head up and finally seeing just what a mess Minho has made of you already.
"Fuck, Hyung. She's enjoying this far more than you think. She's drooled all over the couch and floor. Her eyes were like, in the back of her head!" He stated, wiping the fallen tears from the bottom of your eyes.
"Fucking slut, of course she likes it. All I've heard out of her is moans. Why don't you help yourself to her mouth while I punish her ass, make use off all that saliva going to waste." He says with another harsh slap to your ass, now rubbing it to take the sting away.
"Are you okay with this, baby?" He looks into your eyes, still cupping under your chin. You mutter a faint 'yes please' before he steps back, releasing himself from the confines of his pants.
He stand in front of you, hardening cock in hand. "Open your mouth, baby girl." You do as told, tongue out and throat open to take him. He groans as he slides in, warmth and wetness overwhelming him. You swallow him down with each gentle stroke, still feeling Minho rub your ass. The moment Han starts fucking your throat more vigorously, Minho slaps your ass again harshly, forcing a moan from your preoccupied mouth. You groan around Han's dick, the vibrations causing him to shudder.
"Shit, do that again, Hyung, please!" He begs, unable to control his thrusts into your wet cavern. You were out of it at this point, eyes rolled back in your head while your face and ass get abused.
Instead of smacking your ass again, Minho wordlessly plunges 2 fingers into the depths of your soaking cunt, fingering gently but quickly against the one spot that makes you quiver. You jolt at the entry, a scream bubbling up your throat at the intrusion. Han gasps, shooting his load down your throat. The sticky, warm liquid flows down your throat as you swallow, collapsing once again on the couch as Minho shows no mercy. You're gripping the fabric of the couch cushion below you, begging and pleading for him to let you cum.
"P-please, let me cum! I-i promise I'll be good and count next time! Fuck! Need to cum, I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Minho chuckles darkly. "Don't make promises you can't keep, kitten. There's a lot of things left I'd still like to do to you."
He pulls you up, your pleas falling on deaf ears. You whine, feeling him pull you against his chest. He reaches down, pulling your legs up, baring everything.
"You still have another round in you, Hannie?" You hear the older male as the younger, unable to see the answer but feel an extra set of hands meet at the space under your knees.
"What do you want me to do to her Hyung?" He asks, wide doe eyes listening and waiting for any command obediently. If you didn't know any better, you'd think those MinSung allegations were actually-
"You've listened well all day today, so I think you should be the first to fuck her." He grins up at his dongsaeng, lettong go of one of your legs to pull his head down to him.
In the same way that had been on stage, Minho threads his fingers through Han's hair, gripping tightly as he pushes their foreheads together. He leans forward, just a hair more, before pressing his lips into the younger males.
Their tongues clash, gliding along each other in earnest as they devour the others mouth. Minho bites down on Han's lip, pulling it as they detach. It was the hottest thing you'd ever witnessed in your life.
"Good boy, now fuck her so thoroughly that her cunt remembers every vein by size. Every ridge and muscle as if it were her own." Han plunges into your heart without a second thought, Minho's hands holding your legs up as the younger males thrusts force the breath from your lungs.
You cry out in pleasure, trying to move your hand down to play with your clit.
Minho releases one of your legs only to smack your hand away. "Don't make me go find one of Chan Hyung's restraints. I'll tie your arms so tightly behind your back you'll forget what free mobility feels like."
His voice rumbles deeply in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You reluctantly move your hands away.
Han, the kindest of the men so far, decides to help you through it by thumbing at your abandoned clit. You threw your head back against Minho's shoulder, crying out the younger man's name.
Minho feeling left out turns your head towards his and locks your lips against his, mouths moving together in sync. You moan and huff into his mouth at the pleasure you're recieving from below, your brain fogging. You don't even know who to pay attention to at this point.
Your orgasm approaches so quickly that you didn't had time to brace yourself as liquid sprays from between your body and Han's, splashing all over his groin and your mound. As Minho releases your legs, you felt limp. Han slides out of you and kisses your cheek, sitting next to Minho on the couch.
You begin to relax before you're picked up and turned around to face the man who's lap you occupy, eyes widening as much as your exhaustion allowed.
"We'll aren't done yet, I haven't gotten a taste of you yet." He lifts you up, ready to plunge into your depths. "Baby, can you help me out?" You thought he had been talking so sweetly to you, but he definitely wasn't.
You watch in shock yet again as Han's hand envelopes Minho's throbbing member, pumping up and down gently. It was as if your stamina had returned instantly, because in that instant, Han leaned between your bodies and wrapped his lips around the head of Minho's cock, sucking in earnest. He pumps him into his mouth, one hand on the shaft while the other massages his balls. You're in awe at the picture being painted before you. MinSung was really real. And no one but you knows it.
Minho pulls Han's hair, the moans leaving his mouth a heavenly sound you hope to have him release for you one day.
Han's mouth releases his friend's cock with an audible 'pop' before lining him up with your very wet and impatient hole.
You feel his girth sinking into you, struggling slightly as he has so far been the member with the thickest cock. It stretched you deliciously, moan after moan falling from your lips as he gently and slowly sinks you down on him. It was uncharacteristic so far, Lee Minho being gentle with you, but you welcomed it.
It was short lived though, because he fucks you with reckless abandon as soon as he feels you've adjusted to his size. You're bouncing on his lap, his hand gripping tightly to the skin of your hips, pulling you down with each thrust.
Han, now, felt left out. So he took it upon himself to release your tits from your pretty shirt, watching in awe as they bounce as Minho fucks your brains out.
"Go ahead, baby. Suck on this whore's tits. Bet she'll tighten up even more feeling your mouth on her."
He does as told, attaching his mouth to your right nipple, the one closest to him, as he fingers at and pinches the other.
The combination of Han's hand and mouth along with Minho's cock deep within your cunt you felt dizzy with desire.
Minho deals the finishing blow to your weakening resolve as he plays with your clit, his touch unrelenting.
You gasp as you cum around him, shaking violently as both men work you through it, still sucking, pinching, and fucking you so we'll that you feel like you shatter to pieces. Minho cums deep inside you, his grip tightening as his his jerk.
The sounds around you were somehow more pornographic, because everyone in the room was panting hard. It took you back to all of the stages you've watched before, their familiar breathing all for you in this moment.
Minho pulls out of you, laying you down gently on the couch before he and Han scramble around the room to find things to clean you up with.
"You did so well today, kitten. Maybe next time, don't provoke me so much." He chuckles, a gentle sound that made your heart flutter. "Aww, but it was really fun." You pouted, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion and satiation.
"Don't push it baby, or we'll have to take you back to our room." Han giggles, gathering your clothes to help you dress again.
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currently writing part 2 of errare humanum est so ofc the existential dread playlist is ON 😌
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Oh this is fun. So actually. All I've listened to today is like... My playlist I play when I sleep... So like... Siren Sounds. It's a great song if I'm honest I really love it.
I eat that shit up. I was humming it as I was getting ready. Even with my music off you know. It's good. I love Tate. 😌
No pressure tags - @pineapple-burgah @hanscheesecakeuh @pineappleonmyburger @hearteubeateuxz ❤️
This is super fun!! Just got finished cooking dinner for my family and I stay jamming when I cook. Hold My Hand has to be one of my top 5 favorite songs (well, from the kpop genre anyways!) The vibes I get from it remind me of my teenage years ❤️
Thank you for the tag as always, wifey!
Tags (don't worry if you don't want to, that's okay!) : @woncheolisms @astroyosei @starryjake @heilos
Synopsis: All alone in your hotel room, you think about the boys. Wait, who's knocking on your door this late?
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI (it's so obvious atp), Fingering, slapping, degradation, name-calling(a couple sluts im pretty sure), pet names(doll mostly) Finger sucking (K.SM)
A/N: AHHH I'm so sorry for the late upload, I feel bad but also life goes on. I hope you guys enjoy!!
After what could only be described as the best fuck of your entire life, a week had passed without word from any of the boys. You'd traveled to the first location of the tour, settled cozily in your all-expense-paid hotel while they're getting ready for the first show of the tour, so you assumed they were rather busy.
The boys had been really sweet on the plane, carrying on in meaningless conversation between each other and often checking in on you. You'd smile, say you were fine, and carry on watching them behind the idol personalities.
It was a beautiful experience, talking to each of the boys, regardless of topic on the short flight. You were honestly a bit more excited to get to know them in the biblical sense, though. Knowing full well you could never speak of this to anyone, you were determined to enjoy every second you got with the boys you'd loved for 6 years.
After the intense fallout you had with your ex boyfriend, you'd came across them completely on accident. Scrolling on TikTok that day had changed the trajectory of your life, truly.
Looking back, you dont think you'd have changed a single thing that's happened. How else would you have ended up in a hotel room just waiting for one of the boys to come blow off some steam?
You really wished you would have had the foresight and bought a ticket for one of the stops just so that you could say you have finally seen Stray Kids live. You get to be up close and real personal with each of the guys, probably multiple times at that, so there was really nothing to complain about.
Your mind wondered off—how would they differ from each other? Would they be gentle with you? Rough? Maybe tie you up a bit and call you the filthy slut that you definitely are on the inside? At least, you would be anything for them.
Arousal swirls deep in your stomach at the thought, fingers dancing at the top of your sleep shorts. Your hand reaches under the fabric, as if your hand had a mind of its own.
You run your finger pads through the slickness already settling the edge of your entrance, rubbing up and down your twitching slit. Slowly, torturously, you reached your aching clit. You let out a breathy sigh, your other hand reaching into your too-big shirt, cupping a heaving breast, pinching at your nipple as you stroke yourself, pace picking up.
You think back to a week ago, how Hyunjin had you pinned to the shower wall. You wished he'd have gone down on you now, thinking about how his plump lips would feel wrapped around the throbbing bud, sucking harshly as he fingered you to completion.
A heavy knock on the door forces your hand from your shorts as if it burned you. You weren't sure who could be knocking on your door this late, but you had an inkling.
You flatten your hands against your clothes, straightening them out before walking over to the door, opening without hesitation.
Seungmin's the one greeting you at the door, except he didn't say anything. He pushed past you wordlessly, and you close the door behind him. "Seungmin? What-" "Shut up, please. Just—" He groans, a hand running through his hair in frustration. "Sorry, but im really not in the mood for small talk. I'm a tad pissed off and would like to take my anger out on you, can you handle it?"
"Absolutely I can. How do you want, rather, how do you need me?"
"On your bed, naked. Lay on your back and wait for me like a good little whore, got it?" He questioned, eyebrows quirked. He rolls up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, showing off his veiny forearms. You felt like drooling at the sight.
"G-got it."
"Yes, Sir." He corrected.
You repeated him, scurrying off to your bedroom to do exactly as you were told, within seconds laying flat on your bed, unclothed and waiting.
He walked in a minute later, a smug smirk playing at his lips. "So you do know how to listen, hmm? That should make this rather easy." He stalks over to you, leaning over your bottom half with his hands on either side of your hips.
"So this is how this is gonna go. You're gonna lay there, still. Don't move your hands, don't hide from me and don't—" He pauses, emphasizing his next words. "don't run away."
You gulp, his demeanor exciting you. "Y-yes sir." "Good girl." Your body feels hot at the tone of his voice, a gravelly sound that rumbles through his chest.
You go to move your hands at your sides, the movement forcing his eyes up to you.
"Sorry, I'm just trying to get comfortable."
"What were you doing? Before I knocked on your door? Were you touching yourself baby?"
"I-i—" "Another thing I dont like, don't lie to me. I can smell it on your fingers."
He brings your hand up, crawling up onto the bed, caging your bare legs between his, holding you down. He brings it up to his mouth and sticks the offending digits into his mouth, sucking off what's left of the fluid off of your fingers. Your breath hitches as he sighs, releasing your fingers with an audible pop.
"Fuck, haven't even been to the source itself and I can already tell you taste amazing."
He goes back down to where he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your legs hiked up. He trails his hands up your thighs, squeezing now and then, teasing you.
You whine, wiggling your legs in protest. He slaps the inside of your right leg, the stinging pain only adding fuel to the flames licking up at your insides. "Told you not to move, Doll. Fuck-toys don't move."
He plunges two fingers within the depths of your walls and you wail at the intrusion. He's rough, digits pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, his other hand reaching up to rub at your clit. "I interrupted you earlier, didn't I, little slut? Didn't get to cum? Bet you were so desperate to cum that you didn't care which of us showed up at your door, so long as we fucked you down to your last braincell."
His pace is unrelenting, twisting his fingers inside to find the one spot that makes your eyes cross and your tongue loll out of your mouth. "Or, would you rather have had Hyunjin Hyung have another turn? Heard he got a taste of you in the fucking showers of our company building. Did you enjoy fucking an idol in a place you could have gotten caught?"
You moan in protest. "N-no! Didn't wanna get caught, d-don't want you getting in trouble with anyone.. he didn't care—" "And you fucking loved it. Maybe I should take you over to your window and show passersby your juicy tits. Bet they'd like the show, I know i do." He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean as well. "Get up, let's see how long it takes for someone to catch you. If they do."
He pulls you up by the hand, leading you over to the large window, removing the curtains and stares down at the nighttime city life carrying on below. "Hands on the window. Good, now spead those legs for me, doll." He grips your hips arching your ass out just a little bit. "I wasn't planning on fucking you today but I guess you have that kind of effect on men." He spits out, the clinking of his belt ringing in your ear.
Suddenly, his bare cock rubs against your folds, sliding up and down collecting your juices. The growl that left his throat as he finally slid into you was carnal, his nails digging into the fleshy meat of your hips as he sinks to the hit, relishing the feel of your insides contracting around him. He chuckles incredulously as you cry out, your unexpected orgasm wracking your body. "Shit, doll. All I did was slide in. Haven't even fucked you properly and you've already came, pitiful." He mocks you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, pressing your breasts into the window, surely leaving an imprint of your hard nipples on the glass.
His thrusts are brutal, the drag of his cock in your walls coupled with the cold glass on your chest makes you shiver with pleasure. You turn your head to the side so as not to press your face into it, attempting to look at him.
"S-slow down. What if we break the glass?"
"Hush, Doll. It's durable enough. Take what I fucking give you."
He hikes up one of your legs, diving in for a better angle. And fuck if it doesn't make you see stars. Your vision begins to blur with unshed tears, begging and pleading with him to let you cum again.
"Damn slut, always thinking of yourself, hmm?" He slaps you on the ass roughly, continuing his fast pace. The hand holding your leg slides down further, the back of your knee now in the crook of his arm. His fingers reach your clit, circling it in rhythm with his thrusts.
Your cunt contracts around him, another orgasm fast approaching. The tight pull of your inner walls seemed enough to tip him over. He thrusts once, twice, three times more as you cum on his member, keeping him suctioned inside as he paints you white.
He grunts heavily, trying to catch his breath as he drops your leg back down, leading you over to the bathroom. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. Can't leave you in this state now, can I doll?" He grins genuinely for the first time tonight. "What even pissed you off to begin with?" You questioned, eyebrow quirked up.
"Soundcheck went shitty, someone didn't know how to work the soundboard or something so we just had to keep doing the same take. Sorry it had to be you that took the brunt of my frustrations." He apologized, wiping you down with a warm wet washcloth.
"Oh please, don't apologize for that. Wanna go again?"
Synopsis: After signing the necessary documents for your job with idol group Stray Kids, sexual tension forms between reader and Leader Bang Chan. Reader and Hyunjin have the best time in the shower room♡
Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors DNI OBVIOUSLY, kissing, teasing, oral male recieving, a lil smidge of balls action, mean!! Hyunjin sprinkles, Smut under the cut, let's just pretend the JYP building has a shower room for shits and giggles okay?, semi public sex since it's technically in a business building, P IN V(wrap it up please guys) let me know if I missed anything.
You arrived at the JYP Entertainment building at exactly 11:45am, heart hammering in your chest as you exit your companies vehicle. There's only so many people in this company that it could be. The artists? No way, that's not possible right? JYP himself? Isn't he married? You don't really know for sure. You aren't gonna question it.
Now you're fairly acquainted with the company itself, not in the personal sense obviously but, moreso in the emotional sense.
As a kpop fan, you enjoy the music of all the groups they've debuted, Stray kids particularly. There's always been this thing about them that you love, you could never quite pinpoint what exactly it was though.
Their music, their personalities. How real they were when it came to interviews and such. You loved them with your whole heart.
So walking into the building fully expecting to be with the CEO of the company, you were startled to come face to face with the leader of Stray kids himself, Bang Chan. Along with a manager who both greeted you warmly.
"You must be the lady we contracted, please follow me as we have a lot to discuss." The manager said, pushing up his glasses and leading you to a meeting room, Chan in tow.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute, the proximity with which you're in contact with one of your favorite people making you very light headed.
You do your best to maintain your professional composure, but the way he's already tracing his eyes up and down your body does nothing to calm the way your heart feels, let alone the wetness already pooling within you.
You all take a seat around a table, documents being placed in front of you immediately.
"Let me begin by welcoming you, thank you for joining us on such short notice. I'm sure it was quite a shock. Should you agree to this job, you will be paid handsomely at the end of the contract period." The manager pauses, then motions toward the papers.
"Firstly, I'd like you to sign this NDA. We are in business of protecting our idols, so we must be sure you won't speak of your relations with them." He clears his throat, waiting.
You sign with no hesitation. You hear chan next to you, sighing in relief before finally speaking up for the first time.
"That was nerve wracking! Hello, Ms. Divine. I'm Chan, but please, Call me Chris! I look forward to working with you." The words he spills out have an undertone of lust, like he's already excited to get to know you in the biblical sense. It makes your core twitch and your legs tighten. You're excited too, no doubt there, but you have to keep calm.
Chris asks to speak privately, manager agreeing and leaving you alone with him. He explains in great detail your exact job, pointing at different parts of the contract as he speaks.
"We'll be traveling for 3 months, so we'll be busy with shows and such. Your job is basically a stress reliever for me and the Kids. Are you prepared to take all of us on, pretty girl?"
You nodding almost immediately, a little too enthusiastically, and it forces a chuckle from him. It rumbles through his chest, an almost gravely sound, and the heat in your face deepens.
"Makes sure you meet us back here before we leave for the first hotel. Make sure you pack everything you need. I look forward to seeing you again, Pretty." He winks, exiting the room with a small wave and a big smile.
You groan quietly when he shuts the door, leaning back in your chair covering your eyes with your hands.
"Oh my god. Oh my god? Am I fucking dreaming?" You pinch yourself. "Fuck, no I'm so not dreaming. What the hell? I-" you take a big, deep breath before collecting your things and walking out of the door.
On your way out, you run into 2 more of the boys about to walk out of the building themselves. You bow politely, trying to calm the fangirl thats screaming inside of you.
It's almost like they recognize you, because they walk up and greet you, gazes burning. The first one to speak is Hyunjin, voice smooth. "You're just as beautiful in-person as your picture on the website. We can't wait to work with you." He purrs out, fingers playing with a strand of hair that fell away. You stutter a bit before speaking. "Thank you for the complement, I'm also excited to work with you. I'm glad I can help you, uh, destress." You fidget with the hem of your dress shirt.
Felix speaks up, his dazzling smile felt warm like the suns rays. "No need to be nervous, we'll take very good care of you."
Hyunjin eyes you, as if contemplating something. "Have you signed all the necessary documents?" He asked. You nodded your head, holding a hand up to count on your fingers. "The NDA, Contract for my temporary employment, a form for likes and dislikes, terms and conditions. Yeah, I'm sure I've signed it all."
His smile quirked up, his hand grabbing yours before turning his head to Felix. "Looks like our time starts now, don't come looking for me."
The younger waves, winking at you as Hyunjin pulls you away. "You okay starting today? I could really use your help with something important." He emphasizes, his eyes scanning your face for consent. "I-in the building? There's other artists here, won't someone see?" You question nervously. He stops in the hall, turning to face you. He holds your hand a bit more firmly and guides your eyes to his with the other.
"I say this as someone ignorant to your job but aren't you used to things like this? I mean, if you don't want to today I will not force you; the guys and I are all for enthusiastic consent and I refuse to force you into something you aren't ready for."
His words resonate with you, you hadn't had a whole lot of clients who had actually cared about how you felt so the drastic shift in clientele personality was a little staggering. You knew before you got the job that they were kind and caring people but witnessing it firsthand made you feel even better about accepting.
"I've not done anything public, usually just in the homes of my clients but if you're okay with it then I am too. Thank you for caring, it really means a lot." You beam up at him, squeezing his hand back as confirmation.
Wordlessly, he pulls you to a private room with a shower. "Okay baby, let's get these pretty clothes off. Something tells me your even prettier with nothing on." He whispers as he leans in, lips attaching to the crook of your neck. Your clothes come off quickly, laying in a pool on the floor. You stand bare and his gaze darkens, taking you in.
He gently grasps a breast, kneading it as he leans back up to your neck.
You lean your head to the side, offering him better access as a light groan bubbles up your throat. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer. He leans up to press his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss, tongues gliding against each other in perfect rhythm.
"Fuck you taste so sweet, I can only imagine what your pretty pussy tastes like. That can wait for another time though, baby. Need you on your knees for me."
You sank immediately, eager to have his member in your hands.
You unbuckle his belt and remove it, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. You discard them into the pile next to you, turning back to grab at his his to encourage him forward.
"Tell me, do you like when your balls are played with? Do you like it when your tip is teased? Or do you—" you pause to lick a fat strip up the side of his cock along a prominent vein. "Like this? I can do it however you want, you just have to use your words." You explain seductively, hand pumping his member as you lower your head to his heavy sack, sucking it into your mouth.
He sighed heavily at the sensation, fingers gliding into your hair before pulling gently. You work your way back up, mouth widening and engulfing his tip in one motion, sucking the warm flesh. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head to take him further down your throat.
His head falls back, a muffled moan leaving his lips. You look up at him, your eyes narrowing in on his other hand covering his mouth to stifle his noises.
"Move your hand, I wanna hear how I'm making you feel." You mutter, his tip pressed to your lips. You smear his pre on them, opening your mouth to tap his shaft on your tongue. He pulls your hair, not enough to hurt but it did sting a bit.
You hiss, looking up at him. He scowls down at you. "Baby, I dont know why you think you're in charge here. You're about to find out real quick who's actually in control."
He pulls you up off your knees and over to the open shower, turning the water on. He felt to make sure it was an appropriate temperature before pushing you in, hands touching the wall as he shuts the shower door behind the both of you.
"Hands stay on the wall. If they fall away or you try to move from this spot at all it's one smack on your beautiful ass. Got me? Now brace yourself sweet girl 'cause I'm not gonna stop til the only thing you can scream is my name." He presses against you, cock sliding along your folds deliciously before speaking again.
"I'm Hyunjin, by the way, Dearest Divine." He says as he plunges into your warm, wet heat in one stroke, bottoming out. Your mouth opens wide in a silent scream, tongue lolling out as his thrusts quicken.
He doesn't slow his pace, relentlessly moving his hips against your gummy walls.
You whine at the feeling, the coil in you pulling tighter and tighter. "Fuuuuck, Muse—squeezing me so tight, you like when I'm mean to you, don't you?"
Already feeling you about to cum, Hyunjin pulls out abruptly.
"N-no! Wait, please—" You move your arm to reach for him, and he immediately swats your ass. You yelp, placing your hands back where they belong. "Please what, baby? Use your words." He mimics you from earlier, kneading your ass as he waits patiently. His hand sneaks between your legs, sliding through your wet folds to your clit to rub tight circles. "C'mon, tell me what you need. Just gotta ask, my muse. I'll take care of you."
"God, fuck, please just fuck me. Need to feel you inside me again, it's the best cock I've ever tasted in my life, I—"
He has a talent for that, it seems, cutting you off with the harsh jut of his hips. His dick ramming into you at such a fast pace it felt like you'd fall from the momentum.
His hands grip tightly to the meaty flesh of your hips, the leverage allowing to thrust deeper into your heat.
"Feel how deep I am? 'M never gonna take it out, gonna stay inside you forever. Would you like that, baby?"
"Fuck, yes! W-want to keep you in me, gonna worship your cock every day." You sob, his member scraping against your insides in a way that had you melting.
"Cum for me, muse. Wanna feel you tighten around me. Don't make me wait, baby, or I might have to torture your poor clit." He says, actively keeping his promise by rubbing you so gently yet so ferociously while also fucking you so deeply it felt like you'd forget your name if you weren't careful.
You came quicker than you'd expected, warm liquid shooting from where you're connected, satisfied tears leaking from your eyes as labored moans fall from your lips.
His eyes widen at the intensity of your orgasm, grinning widely as he noticed your expression. "We'll, I suppose we chose the best place to do this huh, Ms. Divine?" "Please, I think you've earned my real name. Call me y/n." You huff out in an attempt to catch your breath.
The both of you clean up in the already running, and miraculously still warm water rushing over you. Tender touches and soft kisses between you as he gently washes your hair.
After the both of you are dressed, he looks at you again. "Good luck dealing with the rest of them, Muse. We're all extremely pent up and sensually frustrated. Think you can take us all?"
Your admiration for this group aside, you couldnt believe how badly they were suppressing their needs. Happy to help them out even with your body, you respond. "I'm absolutely positive I can take whatever you boys dish out. Whenever you need me, I'll be close by. Thanks for the best orgasm of my life, Hyunjin." You giggle, parting ways.
The fan inside you is screaming at the fact that you'd just had the best sequel experience of your life with THE Hwang Hyunjin, and the rest are yet to come. Literally.
THANK YOU for reading part one of this series! I'm really excited for what's next, and i hope you enjoyed ♡
