Fic Teaser: Hyunjin x Reader x Felix | Taste Chpt 1
(Not my photo. Found on Pinterst)
“Tell me, if I asked you to let me taste you, would you let me?”
“Hyunjin!” you gasped, the sound torn from your lips in a breathless rush, but it only seemed to fuel his amusement.
“So, you can speak.”
#hyunjin x reader x felix
AN: To kick off my return from my hiatus, I wanted to start posting a fic story i've been writing for the past year. Honest you lot are NOT ready for the delicious thing's that's coming and I can't wait to share the chapters with you.
“Are you mad?” he asked, his voice low and carefully measured, but tinged with a raw, uncertain edge that tugged at your chest. There was something naked in his tone, something vulnerable. Like he was hoping you’d say no. Like he needed you to.
Your mouth went dry.
The air in the bathroom had thickened, heavy with steam and unspoken things. You tried to answer, but your throat felt tight, caught somewhere between fear and want. The warmth of the bath was nothing compared to the heat surging beneath your skin.
You swallowed, loud in the silence, and finally forced it out.
“N-No.”
It came out breathless, Fragile. Honest. You hated how weak it sounded, how exposed you felt saying it. Your heart pounded, wild and erratic, like it was trying to beat loud enough for Hyunjin to hear that you wanted him.
“I’ve thought about this before, you know.”
His voice.
God, his voice was like silk soaked in sin, smooth and warm, dragging down your spine and coiling low in your stomach. You tensed, your thighs instinctively pressing together, trying in vain to mute the ache building between your legs.
You blinked up at him, looking at the back of his head as your mind scrambled, trying to figure out how to react. Should you laugh? Act coy? Tease? Was there a right way to respond to the man you’d been trying not to want suddenly looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
“Picturing you like this…” he murmured, letting his head till back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling.
“Relaxed. Glowing. After a day of letting me spoil you.”
The image settled into your brain too easily. Him tending to you, touching you, owning you. You clutched the edge of the tub, fingers white-knuckled, grounding yourself before the fantasy pulled you under.
He didn’t even need to touch you. His words alone were dragging you out of yourself, undoing you with soft and barely veiled lust.
You wanted to tell him to stop. Not because you didn’t like it—but because you liked it too much. What if this would cross a line.
“I’ve thought of you in that bath… your head tilted back, eyes fluttered shut… lost in how good I can make you feel.”
A pulse went off deep in your core, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips at his words. Your thighs clenched, muscles twitching under the water.
You bit your lip.
Hard.
It hurt. Thank God.
You needed the sting, needed something to anchor you before you melted completely.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You’d always been close with Hyunjin. You’d jokingly flirted. Teased. Even brushed hands with meaning that lingered.
But this… this was different. This was him seeing you. Wanting you. Making no effort to hide it.
And then he turned.
When his eyes locked on yours, you forgot how to move. His stare pinned you in place, sharp and dark and needy.
It was too much. Too intimate.
Like he was peeling back every layer of you to leave you exposed to him. You wanted to cover yourself, not from shame but from how much you wanted him to look.
His gaze dropped, slow, tracing your form through the rippling bathwater. You swore you felt his eyes like a hand on your skin—hot, possessive, desperate. Your breath hitched again. You wanted to hide, but you also wanted him to devour you. And that war inside you was almost unbearable.
Fic Teaser: Hyunjin x Reader x Felix | Taste Chpt 1
(Not my photo. Found on Pinterst)
“Tell me, if I asked you to let me taste you, would you let me?”
“Hyunjin!” you gasped, the sound torn from your lips in a breathless rush, but it only seemed to fuel his amusement.
“So, you can speak.”
#hyunjin x reader x felix
AN: To kick off my return from my hiatus, I wanted to start posting a fic story i've been writing for the past year. Honest you lot are NOT ready for the delicious thing's that's coming and I can't wait to share the chapters with you.
“Are you mad?” he asked, his voice low and carefully measured, but tinged with a raw, uncertain edge that tugged at your chest. There was something naked in his tone, something vulnerable. Like he was hoping you’d say no. Like he needed you to.
Your mouth went dry.
The air in the bathroom had thickened, heavy with steam and unspoken things. You tried to answer, but your throat felt tight, caught somewhere between fear and want. The warmth of the bath was nothing compared to the heat surging beneath your skin.
You swallowed, loud in the silence, and finally forced it out.
“N-No.”
It came out breathless, Fragile. Honest. You hated how weak it sounded, how exposed you felt saying it. Your heart pounded, wild and erratic, like it was trying to beat loud enough for Hyunjin to hear that you wanted him.
“I’ve thought about this before, you know.”
His voice.
God, his voice was like silk soaked in sin, smooth and warm, dragging down your spine and coiling low in your stomach. You tensed, your thighs instinctively pressing together, trying in vain to mute the ache building between your legs.
You blinked up at him, looking at the back of his head as your mind scrambled, trying to figure out how to react. Should you laugh? Act coy? Tease? Was there a right way to respond to the man you’d been trying not to want suddenly looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
“Picturing you like this…” he murmured, letting his head till back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling.
“Relaxed. Glowing. After a day of letting me spoil you.”
The image settled into your brain too easily. Him tending to you, touching you, owning you. You clutched the edge of the tub, fingers white-knuckled, grounding yourself before the fantasy pulled you under.
He didn’t even need to touch you. His words alone were dragging you out of yourself, undoing you with soft and barely veiled lust.
You wanted to tell him to stop. Not because you didn’t like it—but because you liked it too much. What if this would cross a line.
“I’ve thought of you in that bath… your head tilted back, eyes fluttered shut… lost in how good I can make you feel.”
A pulse went off deep in your core, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips at his words. Your thighs clenched, muscles twitching under the water.
You bit your lip.
Hard.
It hurt. Thank God.
You needed the sting, needed something to anchor you before you melted completely.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You’d always been close with Hyunjin. You’d jokingly flirted. Teased. Even brushed hands with meaning that lingered.
But this… this was different. This was him seeing you. Wanting you. Making no effort to hide it.
And then he turned.
When his eyes locked on yours, you forgot how to move. His stare pinned you in place, sharp and dark and needy.
It was too much. Too intimate.
Like he was peeling back every layer of you to leave you exposed to him. You wanted to cover yourself, not from shame but from how much you wanted him to look.
His gaze dropped, slow, tracing your form through the rippling bathwater. You swore you felt his eyes like a hand on your skin—hot, possessive, desperate. Your breath hitched again. You wanted to hide, but you also wanted him to devour you. And that war inside you was almost unbearable.
Fic Teaser: Hyunjin x Reader x Felix | Taste Chpt 1
(Not my photo. Found on Pinterst)
“Tell me, if I asked you to let me taste you, would you let me?”
“Hyunjin!” you gasped, the sound torn from your lips in a breathless rush, but it only seemed to fuel his amusement.
“So, you can speak.”
#hyunjin x reader x felix
AN: To kick off my return from my hiatus, I wanted to start posting a fic story i've been writing for the past year. Honest you lot are NOT ready for the delicious thing's that's coming and I can't wait to share the chapters with you.
“Are you mad?” he asked, his voice low and carefully measured, but tinged with a raw, uncertain edge that tugged at your chest. There was something naked in his tone, something vulnerable. Like he was hoping you’d say no. Like he needed you to.
Your mouth went dry.
The air in the bathroom had thickened, heavy with steam and unspoken things. You tried to answer, but your throat felt tight, caught somewhere between fear and want. The warmth of the bath was nothing compared to the heat surging beneath your skin.
You swallowed, loud in the silence, and finally forced it out.
“N-No.”
It came out breathless, Fragile. Honest. You hated how weak it sounded, how exposed you felt saying it. Your heart pounded, wild and erratic, like it was trying to beat loud enough for Hyunjin to hear that you wanted him.
“I’ve thought about this before, you know.”
His voice.
God, his voice was like silk soaked in sin, smooth and warm, dragging down your spine and coiling low in your stomach. You tensed, your thighs instinctively pressing together, trying in vain to mute the ache building between your legs.
You blinked up at him, looking at the back of his head as your mind scrambled, trying to figure out how to react. Should you laugh? Act coy? Tease? Was there a right way to respond to the man you’d been trying not to want suddenly looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
“Picturing you like this…” he murmured, letting his head till back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling.
“Relaxed. Glowing. After a day of letting me spoil you.”
The image settled into your brain too easily. Him tending to you, touching you, owning you. You clutched the edge of the tub, fingers white-knuckled, grounding yourself before the fantasy pulled you under.
He didn’t even need to touch you. His words alone were dragging you out of yourself, undoing you with soft and barely veiled lust.
You wanted to tell him to stop. Not because you didn’t like it—but because you liked it too much. What if this would cross a line.
“I’ve thought of you in that bath… your head tilted back, eyes fluttered shut… lost in how good I can make you feel.”
A pulse went off deep in your core, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips at his words. Your thighs clenched, muscles twitching under the water.
You bit your lip.
Hard.
It hurt. Thank God.
You needed the sting, needed something to anchor you before you melted completely.
You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You’d always been close with Hyunjin. You’d jokingly flirted. Teased. Even brushed hands with meaning that lingered.
But this… this was different. This was him seeing you. Wanting you. Making no effort to hide it.
And then he turned.
When his eyes locked on yours, you forgot how to move. His stare pinned you in place, sharp and dark and needy.
It was too much. Too intimate.
Like he was peeling back every layer of you to leave you exposed to him. You wanted to cover yourself, not from shame but from how much you wanted him to look.
His gaze dropped, slow, tracing your form through the rippling bathwater. You swore you felt his eyes like a hand on your skin—hot, possessive, desperate. Your breath hitched again. You wanted to hide, but you also wanted him to devour you. And that war inside you was almost unbearable.
I try and think of different ideas to write and have but it always just comes back to bang chan and being so possessive and needy in the bedroom??
The eye contact, hand holding, praise, 'daddy' OMG my heart almost explodes everytime I read something like this.
It’s 10:15am where I am now and my head is just LOVING this.
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Chan would literally just, if you were quiet for too long while having sex I can just picture him grabbing you harder or just thrusting harder so he can hear how good it feels for you.
“You’re mine, I need to hear it.” And he’d slow his pace, but before you could do anything he’d grab your chin and look you in the eyes.
“You’re mine. Tell me.”
“Channie please I—“
“Say. It.”
He’d pull out of you just enough to where the top is almost full out before you break.
“I’m yours!” You’d scream.
“Channie i’m all yours.”
“Good girl,” and the sound of his praise would just break you.
“Now, are you gunna moan for me?”
“Yes.” You’d nod your head, biting your bottom lip as Chan doesn’t break eye contact.
“Yes what?” But his voice is soft, its not commanding. The entire time he’s not been aggressive, he’s simply been wanting to hear it. Like the words are enough of a caress for him. He loves hearing you tell him he’s yours, and that your his.
You look up at him, breathless as you say
“Yes daddy”
And that’s all he needs to push back into you with one stroke. Not too hard, but just enough to have you arching your back, eyes rolled back but Chan just soaks it all up, touching your skin, his hands grabbing any part of you, lips kissing and biting. He could drown in you.
Content: Dom!Chan, Sub!Reader, reader wearing a dress without panties, rough unprotected sex, exhibitionism, hairpulling, daddy kink (just once), spanking, scratchmarks, slight degrading + use of 'slut' a few times, mention of pain in verbal teasing form.
The sound of every tap of his finger on the keys of the piano made its way into your ears, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the room in its entirety. The clicks of your high heels were still noticeable on the wooden stage below you, but the concert hall making you seem so small in comparison.
The lights were dimmed but still on, enough for you to not fear any steps, walking confidently towards your boyfriend who was playing the piano so passionately. The sounds increased in intensity, his emotions radiating off the keyboard and into the hall. As you got closer to him you stopped in your path, watching the way his body moved and his fingers glided over the dozen keys.
He finished his piece was a loud smash on the piano, an angry curse leaving his mouth before getting up from his seat, the seat moving across the wooden floor leaving a horrible noise. You gently placed a hand on one of his shoulders, his body engulfed in black clothes exactly as you knew him.
'Babe', you said strongly and confidently. Chan turned around to look at you, his chest rising and falling with rage still as he made eye contact with you.
Without warning, Chan pressed his lips against you, arms quickly wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him. His kiss was passionate, his tongue playing with yours within just a few seconds. You felt yourself melting into him, almost losing the fact that you were in a concert hall on stage right now with potentially still a few workers left in the building.
After a little while you pulled away slightly, which Chan always saw as a little moment of pause, not trying to pull you back in too quickly.
'Rough day?', you whispered against his lips. 'Not anymore', he responded quietly, his forehead pressing against you moments later.
Your breaths hit each other continuously, before he moved back just a little more to look back into your eyes. 'That’s a shame…', you responded, your hands moving to play with his shirt that fitted his body so well.
His toned chest was so clearly visible in it, his arms so defined. Chan wasted no time to place his hand on your cheek, letting his thumb slide over your lips.
'Daddy barely touched me', you continued as his playful touches on your lip increased your need for him even more. At your words, Chan pulled you closer by your waist, 'Hmm have I now?', he replied teasingly as he leans in, his lips attaching to your neck to suck little purple marks into the skin.
You could tell he was rougher than normal, his hands pressing into your hips more strongly and his bites on the verge of hurting, but being so close to him again felt so good.
'Mhm, didn’t even find out yet', you teased before letting out a small moan at another bite on purpose. His hands didn’t hesitate to move to your ass, ready to slide under your dress.
'You’re gonna regret this, baby', he whispered near your ear, his hands finally moving under the fabric of your dress as his kisses on your neck continued. His hands roughly grabbed your butt, suddenly feeling that you were in fact wearing nothing underneath it.
Chan's thoughts were racing, even more so knowing that you must have just come from work. With a swift movement he turned you two around, so you were by his piano instead, lips hungrily attaching to yours and his body pressing further into you. You could feel the effect on him, Chan's bulge rubbing against you whenever he played with your ass, causing your body to move into him.
His large hands moved from your butt to your hip bone and down to where you needed him must. The arousal quickly coating his fingers, a needy little noise slipping fast your lips at the touch.
'Fuck', he cursed, kissing you one more time before turning you around, following every need he had as it came to him. Chan pushed you forward resulting in you having to catch yourself on the piano.
'You think you can come here all dressed like a slut hm?', he said strongly not even caring about the echo in the room, his arm wrapping around your body to rub little circles on your clit. ‘Even teasing about it?’
I-', your words were interrupted by a loud spank on your butt, one of his hands hitting hard whilst the other continued to please your most sensitive little spot. 'Dare to talk to me again', Chan said strongly. Your body's response was immense, your clit throbbing in need at his rough word and touches all fuelled by the stress of his work.
'Please I-', another spank landed on your skin. You couldn't help but hum in response, the realisation of the whole scene in public only adding to both of your pleasures.
His cock was straining against his black jeans, his bulge painfully big aching for some relieve, the throbbing just too intense only adding to his rush and harshness. You could hear the noise of his sipper being pulled down, and then a louder rustling filling the hall as he let his jeans fall down to his ankles, his black boxers following seconds later.
Chan hit you again, this time a little harder to the point you let out a yelp, your body moving forward at the strength. ‘You don’t care if anyone hears you?,’ Chan spoke as he lined his cock up with your dripping entrance. All you could focus on was his length so close, so warm, no response coming out of you.
‘Sluts like you don’t care hm baby? You’d fuck any guy who’d walk in the door,’ he continued as the tip of his cock entered you, movements so easily but how turned on you were, and God was he hard. You could feel him so clearly, every little vein, the stretch a little painful but so hot at the same time. His length filled you up with every inch of him within seconds, not giving you much time to adjust.
‘Chan…,’ you moaned at the feeling, your core clenching on him as his hand disappeared into your hair, pulling on it to raise your head up. The action made you realise once again where you were, and how dirty and risky the whole scene was, but you had barely seen him these past months, the need for him so much bigger than the risk.
Chan’s hips started to move, his cock thrusting into you at a rough pace from the start, one hand holding onto your hips, nails digging into your skin. All while the other was still tightly wrapped around your hair, occasionally pulling when he thrusted even harder or wanted to hear even more noises from you.
Your mind was overwhelmed, so intoxicated by your boyfriend’s lust but at the same time rushing with thoughts about how maybe, just maybe, you did want someone to walk in.
Maybe you did want one of his members seeing you right now, jerking off to the sight of you and Chan. The thought increased your mood even more so, wanting Chan to use you even more roughly – to potentially please two guys even more at the same time.
‘More…,’ you whispered out of breath at the pace, your legs already starting to give out. Chan groaned at the statement, his hand leaving your hair to fall back over your dress.
'More huh? Want it to hurt baby?' He used both of his strong hands to hold onto your hips and increase the speed of his thrusts, leaving scratch marks on your sides as he occasionally lost his grip and tightened his hands back on your hips.
His thrust were much more violent, slower but rough slaps of his hips against yours filled the entire concert hall. You could feel his cock so deep, and it drove you crazy, as if your body lost control over how to relax, continuously clenching on his cock which earned you the lowest groans possible from him.
Chan didn’t need long before his hips started to become messy, the feeling of his cock twitching outside of you telling you everything you needed to know. With his hand moving up your spine and holding onto your shoulder, he thrusted a few more times – even slower, but even harder.
‘Oh fuck’ he cursed releasing his big load inside of you with a loud moan, hips completely out of his rhythm. His warm cum filling you drove you right over the edge too, letting yourself go completely with loud high-pitched moans, no longer thinking about being in a public space.
Your body twitched with every wave of pleasure rushing through your body, Chan’s cock still thrusting into you a few times as you two rode out your high.
You hummed in response to him pulling out gently, feeling his cum start to drip down only seconds later. You turned around to face him, a deep kiss connecting you two, strong arms wrapping gently around your figure.
You enjoyed the warmth of his body so close to your front, playfully kissing him by running your tongue over his plump bottom lip and making kisses extra soft.
‘You should get angry more often,’ you whispered teasingly against his pink lips. Chan’s dark brown eyes started back at you intensely, mouth curved into a smirk, as if he could start all over again.
↻ 3.7k :: friends to lovers :: cw. alcohol (not in the smut scene). semi-public making out. dry humping. some dirty talk. fingering. oral sex. mention of squirting. use of "baby" pet name. protected sex. aftercare.
↻ 18+ :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist
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The music is not that loud, but combined with the sound of conversation and the video game on the television, the apartment is noisy.
It’s also warm from everyone that is packed there. Both of those things you are used to, because it’s always the same. Every month, your friends organize a party at their place, and you’re guaranteed to have a fun night full of drinking, playing games and talking. At this point, Jisung and Changbin’s parties have become legendary in your friend circle, and you never miss one.
Tonight, though, you feel a little tired, and the alcohol isn’t sitting right in your stomach. You stop drinking early, focusing instead on playing a few rounds of a board game before you head towards the living room. You find Jisung there, who has been a little quiet, and waves at him. He waves back, so you join him. You fall back on the couch, letting your head rest against his shoulder. You look up at him with a smile, and he answers with one of his own.
“You look bored, Ji,” you tell him.
“I’m not bored,” he retorts, pouting slightly. “Just… I’m just…”
You frown. “Is something on your mind?”
He takes a deep breath, and you sit up to look at him better. He doesn’t look upset, perhaps just a little too calm, twirling the cup half-full of soda in his hand. Jisung is usually the life of the party, but you know he has to work early tomorrow morning and decided not to drink tonight.
“It’s just…” He winces. “It’s stupid.”
You shake your head. “I’m sure it’s not stupid. Come on, you can tell me.”
You nudge his thigh a little, encouraging him with a smile. The both of you have been friends for months now - and you really like spending time with him. He’s talented, smart, the funniest you know. Jisung gives you a quick look.
“Is it just me or is everyone getting laid these days?” he finally blurts out.
You blink in surprise, unable to suppress a small laugh. Jisung rubs the back of his neck at your reaction.
“Told you it was stupid,” he mutters.
“I’m sorry I laughed!” you reply. “It just surprised me. But…” You let out a long sigh. “You’re right, now that I think about it.”
You look around the room. Case in point: Hyunjin is heavily making out with his latest girlfriend, and Jeongin has already disappeared with a hook-up. Changbin has a girlfriend, Felix too… You bite your lip.
“I just realized it’s been a while since I even kissed someone, you know,” Jisung says. “I miss kissing. I like kissing.”
You smile. “Kissing is fun, I agree.”
You turn back to Jisung, who is sliding a hand through his messy blonde hair. He has let it grow a little the past few weeks, and you like the way it falls back on his forehead. He’s dressed casually, in just a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but he has this natural charm that lingers around him. You cross your legs next to him.
“Maybe we can find someone for you to kiss tonight,” you tell him with a smile.
Jisung glances at you. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not? There’s plenty of people…”
He shrugs. “There’s no one here I’m interested in.”
You open your mouth, but then you close it again. Why do his words sting so much? You like Jisung, but not in this way… At least, you don’t think so. Frowning, you realize you haven’t answered anything, and your friend blushes a little.
“I’m sorry, that was a little blunt, I didn’t mean -”
“It’s fine, oh my god,” you chuckle. “We can find someone. I have friends that are not here tonight… I don’t think you know them, so maybe I can find a match, if you want?”
You’re smiling at him. Jisung looks back at you, his lips parted, his smooth cheeks still a little pink. After a few seconds, he nods, although he looks nervous.
“Yeah. Okay, why not.”
You grin, pull out your phone from your pockets and scoot closer to Jisung. “Let’s see who we have.”
Jisung slides his arm behind you so the both of you are more comfortable looking at your phone. You scroll through your contacts, pulling up Instagram profiles to show your friends to him. Jisung provides some commentary, helping you find the perfect match. As the minutes go by, it gets more and more difficult to focus - you realize that Jisung smells really good. His body is warm next to yours. His breath tickles your skin when he laughs, and his eyes shine in the dark. You haven’t been drinking that much - but you’re a little tipsy, and you end up leaning against him, perhaps a bit too much.
“Hmm, I don’t know… She says she’s really into the outdoors, I’m not,” Jisung chuckles as he checks a profile you show him.
“True,” you laugh. “You’re a homebody like me.”
“I really like her style, though. Combat boots are hot.”
You stop for a second, unable to help from glancing at your own shoes. At the combat boots you are wearing right now, and that you wear almost everyday. You decide not to comment on it, but Jisung is strangely silent next to yours. Swallowing, you open another profile.
“W-what about her?”
“I like her glasses. What is she like?”
This time you definitely blush, and you are glad for the darkness in the room. Pushing your glasses higher on your nose, you tell Jisung about your friend, trying to ignore the erratic heartbeat in your chest. Why are you freaking out? Jisung clearly said he was not interested in anyone in this room… And you’ve never felt anything but friendship for him. Of course, you’re not blind, Jisung is handsome, and always kind to you.
An hour later, you two have settled on your friend Lola - she’s a music major like you and Jisung thinks she’s cute. It’s enough to justify a date, and you know her well enough to be comfortable to ask if it’s all right to give Jisung her number.
You try really hard not to stare at Jisung’s mouth, and not to let the words slip through your lips. You can kiss me if you want. It doesn’t have to mean anything.
But then again, why wouldn’t you?
Later that night, after you’ve had a few drinks to try and get Jisung out of your thoughts, you go to the bathroom. You’re tipsier, maybe a little drunk. You walk in front of Jisung’s bedroom, whose door is open. It seems like he’s just getting a charger from a drawer. You don’t think - you just enter the bedroom and approach him.
“Oh, hey,” he says, noticing you, holding the cable in one hand. “Chan needs a charger, I just…”
“Jisung,” you tell him, putting your arms on his shoulders.
He blinks at you, chuckling a little nervously. “What’s up, Y/N?”
“You can kiss me if you want.”
“W-what?” he sputters.
You pout. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Consider it practice. For your date with Lola.”
Jisung gulps, looking at you, trying not to let his eyes linger in yours for too long. You’re looking so pretty, with your glasses slipping down your nose. Jisung has been trying not to think about kissing you all night - and now you’re just offering it to him. You’ve been drinking, but you’re not completely drunk. You just got liquid courage. Jisung is painfully sober.
You smile softly. “I won’t be hurt if you say no, if that’s -”
“Okay.”
Your heart skips a beat as Jisung smiles shyly at you. He takes a step closer to you, his hands landing on your hips, the charger forgotten in his fingers.
“Just a kiss,” he whispers, leaning in.
Your lips meet his halfway. The kiss is delicate and timid at first, but as you fall into the embrace, Jisung kisses you with more confidence. His lips are soft, taste like the soda he’s been sipping all night. You can’t help but wrap yourself around him, because he kisses you so well you’re getting dizzy.
Jisung breathes out in your mouth and you feel your body shiver. You want his hands all over your body. You want his lips to keep pushing yours, to go down your neck, your collarbone…
You both lean back at the same time, staring at each other with wide eyes.
This was a little too good.
Your mouth feels dry, and Jisung’s hands are still on your hips. His lips look intoxicating, all red and wet from yours.
After a few seconds you let out a nervous chuckle. “That didn’t feel like you haven’t kissed anyone in a while.”
Jisung laughs, taking a step back, removing his hands from your body. He slides a hand through his hair. You wish it was yours instead. “Really?”
“You’re good, Ji,” you assure him with a sincere smile. “Lola is a lucky girl.”
“R-right.”
You bite your lip, wondering if you’ve just made a horrible mistake. But even if it is, you can’t regret it.
“I-I should head back,” you say.
“Yeah, me too, Chan is waiting for his charger…”
You nod, and Jisung lets out a laugh. You don’t know why, but that relaxes you. You shake your head, sharing an amused glance with him, and you both head back to the party.
Just a kiss between friends.
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The next day, late in the evening, you find Jisung in a corner of the library, bent over his computer, clearly deeply focused on what he is doing. Still, when you sit down next to him, he removes his headphones. You had texted him a few minutes before, telling him you had news.
“Hey, what’s up?” he whispers.
“I spoke with Lola.” You keep your voice low. There’s not that many people around in this part of the library, but there’s still a few students studying around.
Jisung’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh.”
You give him a triumphant smile. “She said she’s interested! I have her number, you can just text her, and…”
You stop as you watch Jisung’s face. He does not look happy - in fact, he’s looking down at his hands, biting his lip, like there’s something he’s not telling you. You frown.
“What’s wrong?”
He clears his throat, looking uncertain.
“It’s okay if you changed your mind -”
“Y/N…”
Something about the way he calls your name freezes you into place. You look at him as his eyes meet yours, your breath suddenly unsteady.
The truth is you haven’t stopped thinking about kissing Jisung since last night’s party. Your eyes keep wandering on his mouth, his plump lips. He smells good. His arms look like they could hold you tight…
“I’ve been thinking about all day, and… I don’t want to go on a date with Lola,” he breathes, his eyes still in yours. They shine so bright and deep. You feel dizzy. “I…”
You so desperately want the words to escape his lips. Has he been thinking about the same thing as you?
“About last night…”
You look down at your hands. “Listen, we don’t have to talk about it. It was just a kiss. Like I said, it didn’t mean anything.”
You glance at Jisung, who is frowning. When your eyes meet, he just nods. “Right. Of course. Sorry.”
There’s a sinking feeling in your chest. You need some air - so you give a quick smile to your friend. “I need to go. I’ll see you later.”
You stand up and walk away, crossing through bookshelves, the eerie quiet of the library oppressing your mind. You can’t regret kissing Jisung. But you should have waited, maybe. For a better time, a better place. Now you are scared to lose your friend.
“Y/N, wait.”
You feel a hand around your wrist, and you spin around to find Jisung. He has visibly thrown all of his things in his messenger bag, looking distressed. You frown.
“What is -”
“I don’t want to go on a date with Lola because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he breathes. “Ever since last night, and even before…”
You don’t know what to say. Your heart is beating so fast in your chest you feel it’s going to explode. Jisung slips his hand from your wrist to take your fingers between his. He steps closer to you, and you look up at him in wonder.
“Please, Y/N… If you want to, can I kiss you again?”
The answer is simple - you nod. Jisung drops his bag on the ground and immediately pushes his lips to yours in an intense and deep kiss. A soft moan escapes you, and he gently pushes you against the bookshelves. You are trapped against his body, your hands sprawled on his chest as he kisses you feverishly. His lips toy with yours, his hands cupping your face.
“Ji…” you breathe, “don’t stop kissing me.”
“I won’t,” he answers, placing small kisses on your lower lip. “I can’t.”
You open your mouth wider for him, and he slides his tongue, pushing it against yours. You arch your back, the feeling sending warmth throughout your body. Jisung does not waver, still playing with your tongue, but you feel his hips gently push against yours.
It’s so silent in the library, all you hear is the wet sounds of your mouths and Jisung’s heavy breathing.
“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re gonna get me hard.”
The words make you instantly dizzy, and you can’t deny your own arousal. Jisung’s kisses and tongue is making you wet.
“Can we go back to your place?” you ask softly.
He nods, taking a step back. Your lips are raw from kissing, your cheeks red from your excitement. Jisung smiles at seeing you this way - you look so attractive, he can hardly contain himself. He takes his bag from the ground, slides his hand in yours, and guides you to the exit of the library.
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You do not even know if the apartment is empty - but honestly, you do not care. Jisung pulls you into his room, closing and locking the door behind him, and you can hardly breathe. You just want him to touch you, to kiss you again.
When his lips find yours again, you don’t hesitate to moan at his touch, grasping his t-shirt to bring him closer to you. He wraps his arms around you, his fingers digging in the skin of your hips, breathing hard.
“C’m’here,” he breathes, and spins you around so he can guide you to his bed.
Soon he’s laying on top of you, carefully removing your glasses to set them down on the bedside table. Your fingers are in his honey colored hair, and his lips leave a trail of kisses on your jaw and down your neck. His tongue laps at your sensitive skin, making your body jolt at the same time. You’re drenched, aching for more of him, and it’s reciprocal - you feel his erection against you.
He removes your shirt, palming one of your tits through your lace bra, pressing the back of his thumb on your nipple. It draws a sharp breath from your lips and Jisung smiles.
“Is that sensitive?”
You nod, and he pinches your nipple softly. You let out a moan.
“You sound so beautiful, baby.”
“Ji, you’re so hard,” you whisper to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist so that his erection is placed right against your cunt. Despite both of your jeans you can feel the pressure and it sends a shiver through your spine.
“Fuck,” he grunts as you rolls your hips. “Fuck…”
He starts to thrust his pelvis, rubbing himself over you, as if he was already fucking you. The friction makes you clench around nothing. Jisung dry humps you, his cock hard inside of his jeans, and your own walls soaked in your arousal. You’re desperate to get rid of the layers of clothing, but you can’t bring yourself to stop.
“F-fuck, I want to fuck you so hard…” Jisung breathes in your ear, teasing your lobe with his teeth.
You’re digging your nails in the skin of his back, so warm you feel like you’re on fire. “Ji, please, I want to feel you.”
“Me too, baby, let me see that beautiful body of yours.”
You both start to take off the rest of your clothing, stealing restless glances to each other. When you are both naked, Jisung takes a long look at you, and you do the same. He’s much more defined that you have thought, and you think about those hours he spends with Changbin at the gym. Kneeling on the bed straddling your legs, he stares at you, mouth parted, one of his hands jerking his erect cock mindlessly. You bite your lip, pressing your tits together to tease him, and Jisung smirks.
“What a cute little tease,” he smiles. “I’m going to do much more than kiss you now.”
“I hope so,” you tell him, grabbing his chin in between your fingers to pull him back to you. But instead of aiming for his lips, you turn his head and whisper in his ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Jisung grins, grabs your hand and pins it against the mattress. He leans in towards your ear now. “I hope you know what you’re asking for.”
Before you can answer, he flips you on your stomach, and you gasp in surprise. He rubs your ass gently, pushing your thighs with his warm hands.
“Arch that back for me, baby.”
Jisung spreads your legs once you are in position, and you feel his breath against your aching cunt. You’re soaked, your swollen clit begging to be touched. You hear him hum in appreciation.
“What a beauty,” he says. “All wet for me.”
He slides a finger across your wetness, and you close your eyes to bask in the sensation. Jisung plays with you, his fingers tracing patterns, circling your clit. You breathe hard, shivering against his touch. He inserts a finger inside of you, and then two.
“Taking me so well,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your beautiful cunt. It belongs to me now…”
“Jisung, please…”
“What is it, baby?”
“Make me cum, please, I’m begging you…”
Jisung moves his fingers inside of you, curving them upwards, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “Like this, baby?”
“F-fuck, yes…”
He starts to finger you relentlessly, building your orgasm quickly - your breathing accelerates, your folds throbbing, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung pushes his tongue against your folds, licking you, drinking your in. The combination with his fingers is almost too much to handle, and you cum in a flash, your body shivering.
“Yes, baby,” he moans. “Keep cumming, come on…”
He doesn’t stop fingering and licking you, giving you a long, intense orgasm. You can feel your juices overflowing, drenching his fingers and his chin, and when your body relaxes, and he slows down, you’ve made a mess.
Jisung hums, and you hear him lick his fingers clean. “Next time I’m going to make you squirt,” he tells you. “I know I can do it. And I’ll lick you clean, baby.”
You shudder, but you sit up, twisting your body so you can steal a kiss from him. His lips taste like you, his cock pushing against your ass, and you lower a hand to palm him.
“Are you going to put that big cock inside of me, huh?” you tease him, jerking him. “I want him so much.”
“My baby, so desperate for me,” he growls, and he takes your arms, pinning them on your back and pushing you back on the bed. “Don’t move.”
You obey him as he takes a condom from his bedside table, wraps it around his cock, and then places it against your entrance.
“Why did we never fuck before?” he suddenly asks, pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. “It’s like you’re made for me, baby.”
You can barely think as he slowly enters you. “I don’t know, Ji. I can’t think…” You gasp as he suddenly bottoms out, filling you whole, stretching your walls. It doesn’t hurt, though.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, grabbing your wrists to hold them in place. He leans over you, pushing you more into the mattress, and starts to fuck you.
The sound of his hips smacking your ass, your wet cunt sucking him in, your moans and his heavy breathing fill the bedroom. If someone is in the apartment there is no doubt as to what you are doing, but you don’t care. Jisung is making you lose your grasp on reality, and you can hardly believe that hours before you were stressing out over a kiss. This felt right. Your heart swells in your chest, because as he pounds into you, you feel like you’ve found your person.
“You hear that? God, your cunt is soaking my dick. Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“I’m going to cum, fuck, fuck fuck!”
He accelerates his thrusts and pushes you into the mattress so he can go deeper, and you cum for a second time, your legs shaking as you do, and Jisung lets out a guttural grunt.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna -”
“Cum for me, Ji, please…”
He slams into you as his cock twitches, and he removes himself just in time to take off the condom. You feel spurts of white on your ass and back, Jisung covering you as he breathes hard and fast. You’re still coming down from your own orgasm, drunk on the scent, sound, and feel of him.
“Don’t move,” he says after a few seconds.
You feel him clean your skin with a t-shirt, and he guides you back on the mattress. You lay down, your legs and cunt sore, and take a look at Jisung through half-closed eyes. His hair is a mess, his eyes glassy from the orgasm, and he looks more attractive than you’ve ever seen him.
You whimper, grabbing his arm. “Kiss,” you plead.
He chuckles as you press your lips to his. He kisses you tenderly, stroking your hair, snuggling next to you. Slowly, he draws the covers of the bed from under you to cover your bodies, keeping you close. You stay in his arms, sleepy but peaceful, your smile unable to go away.
Jisung places a kiss on your shoulder. “Sleep a little, baby, yeah?” he whispers in your ear. “Then I’ll wake you up for another round.”
You just nod.
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Warnings: Smut (18+ minors DNI), mature language, partner sharing, cockwarming, voyeurism, masturbation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie, reader is called a slut, pet names, slight chan x jisung
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"Poor thing..." Chan whispers in your ear, making you want to squirm. But you can't, Chan had given you a very stern, yet simple set of instructions. Stay still.
You thought of the gesture last minute really, figuring he and the other members with him in the studio hadn't eaten yet. And you were on your way to your favorite takeout place anyway. But what you didn't know was that Chan had been thinking about you, specifically what he wanted to do to you when he got home later that night, all day long. Your surprise visit was his breaking point, which led you to where you were now... sitting on his cock while he worked with the other boys in the studio.
"So sweet, bringing lunch up for me and the boys. You didn't see this coming, did you now?" One of his veiny hands starts to trail up from its place on your thigh, pulling your skirt up with it. Wide-eyed and panicked, your hands fly up to stop him, earning a deep chuckle from him.
"Chan... please. We shouldn't be doing this in here." You plead. But he just places his arms around your hips, pulling you closer to his chest. Your body responds immediately as his tip brushes against the right spot. You grip the armrests of the chair, nails digging into the leather. You bite your lip to hold back a moan as you try to relax against your boyfriend's warm embrace.
"Baby, you have nothing to worry about. He can't see us while he's in there." It was just Changbin and Jisung there with him today, as it normally was. Changbin had left a few minutes after Chan had placed you on his cock to go to the gym. As far as you could tell, he was pretty much unaware of what was going on.
But Jisung had mostly been in the recording room the whole time, so it's not exactly like you weren't getting away with anything.
Your eyes follow Chan's flick over to the boy on the other side of the glass window. He brushes his overgrown bangs out of his face before he scribbles on his lyric sheet. He finally looks up, eyes meeting your gaze instead of Chan's, and you might have imagined it but you thought you could see a light shade of pink spread across his cheeks. He reverts his gaze over to Chan a second later.
"Okay, I think I'm ready." He says, voice coming in through the speaker.
"Alright, go ahead then." Jisung puts his headset back on before Chan pressed a couple buttons on the monitor. As Jisung sings his freshly-revised verse, Chan's attention comes back to you, his hands gently rub up and down your sides.
"Mmm, being such a good girl for me," He hums, before kissing the spot behind your ear. "I'll have to reward you later, yeah?"
You feel a touch of guilt tug at your heart when you can't bring yourself to take your eyes off of Jisung as he pours his part out into the mic. The rapid rise and fall of his chest, the veins in his sweat-coated neck peaking out with his efforts, and the sparkle in his eyes as he occasionally looks up at you and Chan...
He makes you even wetter despite you being stuffed with Chan's cock already. Your behavior doesn't go unnoticed by Chan, but instead of feeling jealous or upset... he just smirks to himself.
"You know," He starts, reaching up to brush his fingers through your hair, "Jisung kind of has a little crush on you." Your head whips back to face him.
"Wait, w-what?" You stammer, making your boyfriend's smirk grow even wider.
"Yup, it all came out in a drunken confession at a party last week." Chan says, patting your leg.
"But, I mean it doesn't..." But Chan cuts you off with a kiss, not wanting to waste anymore time to use this chance to make two important people in his life feel good.
"Baby, it's okay. I see the way you're looking at him now, I'm no dummy." He tells you, kissing your cheek.
"You're reminding me of how he acted when he finally sobered up. All frantic and apologetic... it was kind of cute." He muses.
"Chan..." is all you can mutter, breathlessly.
"Tell you what, how about that reward? When he comes out of the studio and if he's able to figure out what you and I are up to in the next... twenty-five minutes," He leans in close to your ear, "I'll let him use you however he wants."
Your thighs press together at the proposal, head spinning at the thought of so many possibilities. Shyly leaning back to press your face into the crook of his neck, you nod. Chan continues to rub his hands across your thighs.
"Good girl." He whispers, huskily. A few minutes later, your heart starts to drum against your rib cage as Jisung finally comes out of the recording room, pulling up a chair beside you and Chan. The two of them started to edit the recording while you nervously watch Jisung's face through the reflection of the glass. But about fifteen minutes in, he is still completely ignorant of what's going on beside him, working determinedly on the new song.
Chan, of course, could see right through him. He knew Jisung was crazy about you, but wanted to appear respectful to him while you were around. What Chan found even more amusing was your attempt at masking your nerves, which had begun to turn into anticipation and then later... impatience.
You let out a sigh, nuzzling your head against Chan's shoulder. He just smiles and kisses your forehead. The simple act done in the presence of such high tensions is enough to send electricity through your body. Your cunt throbbed around Chan's cock, desperate to feel the touch of both of the men with you in the room. You had to adjust yourself to help with the ache, making one of Chan's arms twitch as it went to grab you, but he stopped himself. This is what finally caught Jisung's attention, looking over at the two of you with one brow raised in concern.
You almost had him, he just needed a few extra hints. Planting your feet on the ground, you slightly bounce yourself a couple times on Chan's lap, and the way his breath catches in his throat is more than audible in the quiet studio. You try your best to hide the smile of victory that threatens to spread across your face as you see Jisung's eyes go wide in the reflection of the glass.
The next couple of minutes go by as Jisung pretends that he hadn't realized, crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to hide the growing tent in his pants. After a few more minutes of tapping his foot, drumming his fingers on the desk, doing anything he can to distract himself, Jisung finally breaks.
"Um, I think I'm gonna go down to the cafe." He says, starting to get up from his seat.
"It's okay, Ji," Chan calls after him. "We wanted you to notice." Jisung sits back down, the shock making his knees weak.
"Wh-what?" Jisung stammers. Chan turns the chair around so that the two of you are now facing him. His hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to start grinding against him. A loud whine finally slips past your lips and Jisung thinks he could die right there.
"F-fuck... is this about last week? Because I promise I was just drunk. I don't..."
"Jisung, calm down!" Chan laughs, reaching over to pat the boy on the shoulder. "Were you too drunk to remember I said I didn't mind at all and that you can fuck her whenever you want?"
You and Jisung's faces turn cherry red. Chan hadn't mentioned that part. You're stunned to the point of silence, not even protesting when Chan finally lifts your skirt up to finally reveal your bare core wrapped around his cock to Jisung. His fingers come up under your thighs to spread your legs apart.
"See, she wants you too. Look how wet she is." You finally allow yourself to squirm as you watch the look in Jisung's eyes go from frightful to hungry in a matter of seconds.
"We made a deal that if you noticed what we were doing, you get to use her however you want," Chan explained, rubbing circles into the skin of your thighs with his thumbs.
Chan leans over, getting close to Jisung's ear. "So what would you like to do to her first?"
Jisung gulps. His eyes haven't left your pussy ever since Chan pulled your skirt up.
"I think... I just want to watch for now. Watch you fuck her pretty little cunt." You let out a mewl at Jisung's words, making Chan grimace.
"Gladly." Jisung makes his way over to the couch behind you, making himself comfortable. Chan once again moves the chair so he can see before lifting you up off his lap with his strong arms, starting to rut his hips up into you.
"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, throwing your head back. Chan's nails scrape painfully against your skin, making you hiss.
"Nuh-uh, princess..." He coos, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your head back up. "Don't take your eyes away from him, not for one second. Show him how good of a slut you are."
Your gaze locks onto Jisung's blown-out orbs, his bottom lip between his teeth in a smirk, his biceps straining against his tight shirt. He takes out his cock and begins to stroke it. You clench when you realize he's going at the same pace Chan is thrusting up into you.
"Mmm, fuck she likes that." Chan groans in your ear.
"Yeah, I bet she does," Jisung remarks, "fuck, what a pretty girl. You take him so well."
"She's gonna take you like this later, right baby?" Chan asks, landing a smack to the back of your thigh.
"Y-yes..." You whimper. You continue to drool over the sight of Jisung getting himself off as he watched you, his pretty cock thick and hard, leaking precum from the tip. It took everything in you to keep yourself from falling off the edge at the thought of how it would feel inside of you later.
"How does his cock feel, sweetheart?" Jisung asks, fucking into his hand faster. "Feel good?"
You're too lost in the pleasure to speak, much to Jisung's disapproval. Suddenly, Jisung stands up, walking over to you in nearly one stride. He hovers over you and Chan before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him, his face inches from yours. It makes you want to have a taste of those pretty, plump lips of his.
"Use your words, baby. Tell me how good he makes you feel with your words." He says, sternly. This can't be the same man that was blushing from merely looking at you alone, the same one who was all panicked when he had figured out you were cockwarming his leader.
"Do as he says, tell him with your words like a big girl," Chan growls out before biting the shell of your ear. You realize you're at the complete mercy of both of them.
"H-he makes me feel so fucking good, J-jisung." You say, looking into his eyes. "He stretches me out sooo good. It's perfect."
Jisung hums, satisfied, swiping softly at your bottom lip with his thumb. You're hopeful that he will finally duck down and kiss you, but instead, he drops to his knees in front of you. You buck your hips when you feel his warm hands splay over your inner thighs next to Chan's. He lets out a needy moan, licking his lips.
"I know, she's amazing how she does that," He boasts, kissing your cheek. "Feels so warm and wet." Jisung eyes remain transfixed on how Chan thrusts his cock in and out of you.
"I need a taste..." He whispers. Chan halts his movements, making you whine at the lack friction against your walls.
"What are you doing?" Jisung asks, confused. Chan raises his brow as he looks down at his younger member.
"Getting out of the way so you can eat her out." He says, to which Jisung meets you both with a mischievous smirk.
"I didn't say you had to stop." He retorts, voice low. You can feel Chan's chest rise against your back as he inhales sharply. He wastes no time in moving again. Jisung bores his eyes into yours one last time before leaning down so his mouth was right in front of your cunt, letting his tongue lap at your clit while Chan continued to fuck you.
"Oh my gooooood..." You practically scream, throwing your head back against Chan's shoulder, not caring if you got in trouble for it. The feeling was unlike anything you've experienced. Chan almost always rubs your sensitive bud while he fucks you so he can get you to cum, but having a tongue lick at you while being fucked made you feel higher than ever. It had you clamping down on Chan's cock, almost trapping him within you.
"Oh fuck, Jisung!" Chan groans, burying his head in your neck, starting to leave love bites. "Keep doing that, god she's fucking... fuck!"
Chan can't even finish his sentence as Jisung licks at you more feverishly, unintentionally catching a bit of Chan's cock with his tongue. The two of them moan, and between Chan's noises in your ear and Jisung's sending vibrations around your clit, you know you won't be able to last much longer.
"I'm c-close," You cry out. "Ch-channie, Ji... please."
"Cum for us, baby girl," Jisung commands, hand traveling down to tug at his cock again. "Cum all over my face and your boyfriend's cock."
Jisung takes your clit between his lips, giving you a few last suckles before you come undone, white clouding your vision. Your body collapses against Chan as your fingers thread through Jisung's hair, keeping him there until you ride out your high. Your pussy pulses around Chan, getting him to follow you.
"Fuck, 'm cumming too. Where do you want it?" But he's not asking you, he's looking down at Jisung who shrugs.
"You can do it inside her if you want," He says, "I don't mind using her like that."
He winks up at you, making you shiver. With a long, raspy groan, Chan finishes inside you, filling you up. Chan snakes his arms around you as Jisung rests his head against your thigh, still pulling at his length. The three of you take a few moments to catch your breath before Chan pats you on the sides.
"I think it's your turn to have at her now, wouldn't you say?" Jisung nods in agreement before standing up. You yelp out in surprise as he picks you up off of Chan's lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to the couch. He sits down with you perched up on his lap. You both pull back to look at each other, crimson painting both of your faces as you process the new-found dynamic between the two of you.
"I need to fucking get these off of you." Jisung sighs, pulling at your clothes. You help him strip you before doing the same with him. Now the two of you are entangled in each other, completely bare. You let your hands absentmindedly explore one another for the first time. You fear you'll melt under Jisung's adoring gaze, so different from the hungry, animalistic eyes he had only minutes before when he was devouring you.
"God, look at the two of you..." Chan mutters, palming at his semi-hard cock as he watched you. You feel your heart flutter in your chest as Jisung's hand comes up to caress your cheek.
"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He whispers, making you blush even deeper.
"I've been dying to touch you ever since I met you," He leans down, kissing your shoulder before trailing the rest of his way up your neck, his bangs tickling your skin. "I'm so lucky to have a friend who will let me have his girl like this..."
"Yeah, you like touching me like this in front of my boyfriend?" The words left your lips before you can even think. Jisung's eyes become more doe-like as he seems to hang off of every last one of them.
"Y-yes, baby..." He mewls. Perhaps he was also at your mercy too.
"Mmm, pretty boy." You say, not letting the little shiver he makes at the name go unnoticed. You cup his face, peppering kisses all over his cheeks, then his head, then his nose, then his chin...
"God... please kiss me," He begs, hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer. "Need your lips so fucking bad."
Who were you to say no when he was asking so sweetly?
You finally let his mouth meet yours, and the new feeling of kissing someone you haven't before takes over the both of you. It's a mess of tongue and teeth as Jisung keeps you against him by grabbing the nape of your neck while your nails are digging into his shoulders. You can taste yourself and some of Chan on his lips, feeling like you were on fire. When he's had his fill of your mouth he lets his hands slide up your sides and grab onto your breasts. You lean back, letting him dip his head down so he can take one between his lips.
"Mmm, 've wanted these beautiful tits in my mouth... 'so long. 've dreamt about it." He moans, letting his tongue run freely over your soft, milky skin.
"Yeah, well now you've finally got 'em, pretty boy. Are you happy? Does sucking on my tits make you happy?" He lets out an exasperated moan, completely drunk on you. You take the opportunity to reach down and guide his cock into your spent hole. He's so distracted he doesn't even notice until he feels your walls, coated with your wetness and Chan's cum, surround him.
"O-oh, fuuuuck!" He pulls away, throwing his head back against the couch. You giggle, sliding him all the way in and settling on his lap.
"Already so whiny, and I haven't even started moving yet." You tease. You grind against him for a little bit, holding back your moans at the feeling of him stretching you back out. It was even better than you had imagined it to be while you were on Chan's cock. But you liked seeing this side of Jisung, so you didn't want him to know he had the same impact on you.
Boy, was it worth it. As you started to ride him, the boy was letting little whines slip past the back of his throat, looking up at you like you had granted every wish he could have ever made.
"Good girl, fuck him dumb just like that," Chan comments, reminding you of who is in charge. Your fingers begin to comb through his soft hair, your heart melting when you see him relax into your touch.
"M-making me feel so good," He mewls, hands cupping your ass and following the motion of your hips, still letting you control the pace. "N-not just this sweet pussy, your skin, your lips... everything about you is amazing, you're such a fucking angel."
You can't help but whine back, your head falling to rest on his shoulder as you work your hips faster.
"Yeah, that's right," Chan teases, "She may act tough, but you make her just as weak as she makes you."
You expect Jisung to join in on the teasing, but he merely hums, turning his head to kiss your temple.
"It's okay, baby. Let it all out. I want to know you're feeling good." He purrs into your ear, hands coming up to stroke your hair. "I'll still be your pretty boy as long as you'll be my good girl."
"Fuck, Jisung!" You hiss, leaning back and supporting your weight on his knees. You grind your heels into the couch on either side of him, moving yourself up and down his cock as fast as you can.
"Fuck, just like that! Don't stop, please don't stop!" He screams. You feel the knot in your core begin to tighten, and the only thing you want is to get yourself and Jisung to cum. As if he read your mind, he lets his tongue run over his thumb before reaching down to rub circles into your clit.
"Mmmm!" You moan before finally creaming all over his cock. You watch as his eyes roll back while you clench around him, getting his release to wash over him as well all while he moans your name. He fills you up, his seed joining Chan's inside you. Your overfilled cunt starts to leak out onto Jisung's cock and stomach but you were both too spent to care.
He moves both of your bodies so that you're laying on top of him on the couch, cock still inside of you. You're so fucked out you don't even notice when Chan places a blanket over the two of you, kissing you on the head.
"You wore her out!" Chan teased, nudging Jisung's shoulder. "So how did she feel?"
"God... I don't think any words could do it justice." Jisung sighs.
Chan chuckles, scratching your back.
"And how are you, angel?" You let out a sleepy sigh in response, beginning to drift off on Jisung's chest.
"You two get some rest, I'll finish up today's work."
"Thanks, Chan..." Jisung says, wrapping his arms around you.
"No problem, it's the least I can do after you helped me make my girl feel so good. "
You ever just feel weird reading a fic and it turns sexual you can clearly tell that the writer is underaged and has never done anything remotely sexual?
I dunno it makes me cringe. By the use of the language and actions/reactions you can just tell. And being an older reader (23 with a husband) it just makes me feel… i dunno. If there was a way to filter out smutty fics written by underaged kids i would put it on. Im also aware younger readers used to read mt fics, including some of more intensive smut ones. Please, if you are under the age of 18, please refrain from reading my fics or stories. They’re for a more mature audience and i know I can’t stop anyone from reading what they want.
But please don’t message me about how “turned on” it got you if you’re like a 14-16 year old child. It makes me feel so wrong.
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