mimi

screaming into the void

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guys am i allowed to write ab hyunjin and chan trying to fit both their dicks inside u or am i getting cancelled

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◞⁺⊹ . ( fwb!chan ) being secretly fuck buddies with the most insufferable man in your friend group is undeniably messy— and so, so good.

chan should be grateful that his dick is as big as his massive fucking ego.

it’s probably the only thing saving his ass from getting blocked— or from you coming up with some lame excuse to never show up at the same group hangouts again. because god, what is it about him that just makes him unbearable? he’s cocky, loud, and has this stupid little smirk that drives you up the wall everytime he opens his mouth and says something smug or patronizing.

he’s like a walking reminder of everything that annoys you about people— except that unfortunately, he’s also packing well below the waist. so fucking well.

you’re convinced the universe has some deep, twisted sense of humor for saddling you with mutual friends and a far better than expected sexual arrangement with the one guy you can’t stand. no one knows about it, which is exactly how you like it.

you and chan make a mutual point of pretending not to give two shits about each other in public. you roll your eyes at his jokes, call him “chris” with that condescending tone that makes his nostrils flare, and he gives it back just as good: teasing you over everything from your choice of iced coffee to how long it takes you to get ready whenever the group plans a night out.

it works. the whole casual disdain thing keeps everything simple. boundaries unblurred. no feelings, no slipping— just sex.

until you’re alone. until the door closes and he pushes you up against it, and it’s like all that mutual irritation boils over into something raw and unfiltered.

and you hate that you’re thinking about that very thing right now, awkwardly perched on your couch at midnight, scrolling through socials and trying not to think about how everyone’s group chat plans for the weekend ended hours ago, leaving you bored as hell and way too aware of who you could text to fix it.

annoyingly, your pussy always betrays you first.

- - -

you sigh and glance at his contact.

your thumbs hover over the keyboard for all of ten seconds before your libido wins out:

you: you up? [1:11 am]

his reply buzzes in near instantly, which only confirms that he’s as irritatingly predictable as you figured.

chan: thought you hated me? [1:12 am]

you: i do

you: don’t mean your dick tho [1:13 am]

chan: lol. sure. i’ll be over in 15

chan: don’t act shy when you’re begging later, yeah? [1:14 am]

your reply is flipping him off in spirit. but you don’t send it. instead, you toss your phone onto the couch and head to check your reflection.

- - -

chan doesn’t bother knocking anymore. the first time he did, you yanked open the door and told him to keep it the fuck down before a neighbor saw him. ever since, he just shoots you a text when he’s two minutes out— his way of barely complying with your demands.

so when the door creaks open and you hear the heavy sigh of his exhale and the shuffle of his sneakers slipping off, you don’t bother looking up from where you’re sitting on the armrest of the couch, legs crossed.

“took you long enough,” you say in a bored tone, your eyes scanning him briefly. his loose gray hoodie hangs a little too perfectly off his shoulders, the fabric slung low enough to expose his collarbones just slightly, and his sweats hug him dangerously low on the hips. he looks too good, and you hate him for it.

“you texted me, sweetheart,” he replies nonchalantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s not like i planned this.”

you scoff. “yeah, keep telling yourself that. pretty sure i could’ve offered to meet you in a dumpster and you still would’ve shown up.”

chan laughs at that, shaking his head as he steps closer, towering over where you’re seated. “such a brat,” he mutters, his tone carrying just a faint edge.

“big words for someone who practically just sprinted here because he wanted to fuck me so bad,” you say, standing up slowly to match his energy.

his jaw ticks slightly, a small smirk turns up the corner of his lips. “nah, you might want to double-check. you’re the one who texted me.”

your nails brush over the front of his hoodie as you lean in, mock sweet. “and you still showed up, didn’t you?”

his dark brown eyes flash. “you’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, y/n. gonna do something about it tonight?”

you laugh, shoving lightly at his chest. “gonna cry if i don’t?” you sneer.

his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can pull back, yanking you flush against him. the sudden movement makes your stomach flip, and his cocky grin only grows wider at the way you falter for all of half a second before regaining your composure.

“nah,” he hums lowly. “but you will.”

your eyes narrow at the bold claim, irritation bubbling faintly in your chest as his condescending tone makes your thighs clench.

“all talk, chris,” you snap back.

“you sure about that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pressing your wrist back gently enough to pin you against the edge of the couch, your lower back bumping against the armrest.

“yeah,” you say defiantly, even as you feel the burn of smug satisfaction sizzle beneath your skin.

his smirk tightens further.

“guess i’ll have to shut you up, then.”

- - -

you hadn’t planned to fold so fast— you always make him work for it, finding at least three more ways to drag out the inevitable just to see him get impatient.

but he’s strong. so much stronger than you’ll ever admit to him, and it’s hard to stay cocky when his hands are skimming your thighs, lifting you onto the couch with ease and forcing your legs apart with unrelenting patience.

“all this attitude, but you’re already dripping all over me,” chan teases lowly, his palm brushing roughly against the damp patch clinging to your panties. you squirm, fire licking every inch of your body as his fingers press more firmly against your core, the friction making your head spin.

“fuck off,” you snap, still stubborn despite how much your body’s trembling under his touch.

he laughs, deep and low, with this devastating rasp that makes you see red. “nah, baby. you need to be fucked,” he taunts, his thumb circling your puffy clit now, his free hand pinning your hips down to keep you from jerking away.

you bite your lip, refusing to make a sound even when molten heat shoots through you at his precision, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

but chan sees right through you.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he coos mockingly, his lips inching closer to yours. “too stubborn to beg for what you want?” his thumb presses down harder, rubbing insistently as your hips jerk into his hand.

the teasing is too much now, his cocky tone fanning the flames in your stomach until there’s no escape.

“fuck you, chris,” you finally spit out, grinding against his hand, but the words are a little breathless now and less convincing.

his lips slam into yours before you can fight back, the kiss rough and heated, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip before biting down gently and pulling back.

“fine. i’ll fuck you any way you want, baby- but keep acting like a brat, and don’t be surprised when you get treated like one,” chan growls, snapping your panties to the side to drag his cock through your soaked folds.

your breath catches, something sharp twisting through your chest as his tip glides over your clit, every nerve ending firing all at once.

“you’re fucking insufferable,” you mutter, even as you’re spreading your legs wider for him.

“you love it,” he says smugly, and you’d snap back if he didn’t suddenly drive his cock into you so roughly you choke on your own gasp of pure pleasure.

your head tilts back against the cushion, every inch of his thick cock dragging through your walls slowly, deliberately stretching you out in that way that never fails to knock the breath out of you.

“shiiiit, princess- you always feel so good,” chan groans low in his chest, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he holds them apart.

all talk, you think— or you try to think— right before he pulls out completely and slams his hips back into yours with enough force to make your body jolt, a broken moan spilling from your mouth before you can bite it back.

“what’s that? not so mouthy now, are you?” his words are sharp, teasing, filthy. you claw for some semblance of control, but it’s ripped away everytime his cock drives against your g-spot, hitting so deep it’s got you squirming and gasping just to keep up.

and by the time his hand snakes to your throat, squeezing gently just to quiet the cries spilling from your lips, he’s already got you exactly where he wants you.

ik some ppl don’t like when others write chan as mean or an asshole but i gen don’t care bc this is #fiction and i also have free will so >.< (also um, thanks for 200 alrdy ?? very cool, thank u random horny strangers)

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omg brother’s best friend chan 🤭 with a big dick cause we all know what he’s packing

omg i have a drabble in the drafts rn ab fat monster cock chan okok i’ll see if i can change up some of it to match this request >_<

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plspslpslspkspsksm write jeongin i swear ur writing is so fucking good

THANK UU <3 i shall see what my brain can cook up 4 u, if u ever have any ideas/suggestions for what i should write do lmk ^o^

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i have discovered greatness 🥹🥹

hello, welcum :3

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Modern day shakespeare over here wth

no, i’m just a fucking whore </3

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UR MY NEW FAV WRITER OMG

OH I AM SO HONORED

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u also remind me of another author on here like other anon said LMAOOO is it u on another acc orrrr

i fear u guys might be onto me

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skz + their fave sex positions <3

chan ⸝⸝ he’s obsessed with having you in missionary, not because it’s basic, but because it’s intimate and lets him watch every little reaction you have to the way his cock stretches you open. he loves how your thighs clamp around his waist instinctively, like you’re trying to keep him as close as possible while he’s burying himself deeper with every thrust. his hands grip your hips tightly, rolling his hips rhythmically into you, dragging your body slightly up the bed with each snap of his pelvis. “look at me, baby- yeah, just like that, wanna see how good i make you feel,” he groans, his forehead pressed against yours, his sweat mixing with yours as he pounds into you so sharply it’s almost too much. his voice is breathless and deep as he praises you, his hand sliding to cup your cheek when your face twists with pleasure, “fuck- you’re so tight around me... you feel perfect, baby, taking me so fucking well.”

minho ⸝⸝ minho loves to keep you on your knees in doggy, ass arched just the way he likes it and your face smashed into the sheets like you were made to take him. the view drives him crazy— watching the bounce of your ass with every thrust, the way your creamy folds stretch to swallow him whole, his cock disappearing entirely in your dripping cunt. “god- you see how messy you’re getting for me?” he taunts, his voice low but venomous as he lands a harsh, stinging slap to your ass, fingers gripping the flesh immediately after to knead at the marks. your whimpers only fuel him further, his hips snapping into you so hard your knees start to give out, but he’s right there to yank you back by your waist or your hair, refusing to let you escape. “don’t run from me, baby. you can handle it. isn’t this what you wanted?” he growls, his teeth dragging over your shoulder as his nails dig crescents into your skin.

changbin ⸝⸝ he loves to make you ride him because the view of you bouncing on his cock is absolutely stunning, your tits swaying in his face as you take every inch like the good girl you are. his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you in a punishing pace whenever your legs start to falter, loving the way you start to whimper from the stretch whenever he thrusts up to meet you. “c’mon, baby, don’t stop now. you’re doing so good,” he rasps, sweat dripping down his chest as his abs flex with every roll of his hips. he loves the slight squelch of your slick coating his cock and balls, the filthiness of it all making him groan deeply in his throat. when you get close to your climax, he grins and pulls you forward, shoving your chest flush to his and snapping his hips so fast and hard you can barely even make a sound, “fuck- you’re sucking me in so deep, sweetheart. you gonna milk me dry or what?”

hyunjin ⸝⸝ hyunjin loves a good spooning position— it’s not just because it’s lazy, it’s because he loves the softness of mornings where you’re both warm and tangled together in the sheets. his chest is pressed tight against your back, his hand hooking under your leg to lift it slightly as he slides his cock into your slick pussy at a slow, unrelenting pace. his lips brush against your ear as he murmurs sweet but dirty words right into it, “you’re so wet for me already, baby... can’t believe you’re still this tight, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out.” his other hand sneaks between your thighs to toy with your clit in rapid, messy circles while you squirm helplessly in his hold, unable to escape the relentless grinding of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. “shh, don’t fight it- just take it,” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly as your fluttering walls make his hips falter, every breath of his voice dripping with sweet, needy desperation.

jisung ⸝⸝ jisung lives for mating press. sure, it’s filthy and deep, but more than anything, it lets him absolutely ruin you in a way he can see— his cock pounding into you so hard and fast he can feel the tremble of your thighs against his chest as his hands press your legs up toward your ears. “fuuuck, baby. look at that,” he whines, his voice high-pitched and wrecked, his eyes zeroed in on the way your folds stretch and drip slick around his length as it disappears into you over and over, “your pussy’s so warm- mmph- h-how are you even taking me like this?” he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting lost in the visuals, your pretty pussy creaming around him, the faint bulge of his cock dragging through your stomach, your face contorted in pure bliss. his thrusts grow sloppy when you clench around him, and his tears glisten when he cant hold back anymore, babbling his apologies in shaky whines as he fills you with hot spurts of cum.

felix ⸝⸝ another missionary enthusiast^^ especially the slower, more intimate version— his broad shoulders looming over you, enveloping you completely while his cock stretches you so perfectly you feel like you might break. the way your bodies are pressed tightly together, your nails raking down his back as his soft praise spills from his lips with every slow drag of his hips, makes everything even hotter. “god, feel so good, baby… like you were made for me,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through his chest as he leans down to kiss you gently, nearly pushing your head back into the mattress from how hard he’s pressing into you. he loves soaking in the way you moan helplessly into his mouth, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, trapping him there as your hips buck against his in a desperate rhythm. his cock grinds against your g-spot relentlessly and you grab his hair, sobbing his name as you gush around him, “fuck, so perfect, look at you- let me feel you cum, baby, c’mon, you can do it for me.”

seungmin ⸝⸝ seungmin loves pronebone. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned firmly to the mattress while his cock slams deep into your pussy, the sharp, wet sounds of your slick dripping around his length filling the room. “stay down,” he growls when he feels you squirm beneath him, his other hand sliding back to squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass as his hips jerk forward in brutal, precise thrusts. he drapes his body almost fully over your back, his breath hot against your ear as he bullies your tight walls relentless with every snap of his pelvis. “you’re crying already?” he tsks mockingly, even as his pace grows more erratic, the sweat on his brow dripping down onto your skin. “i thought you said you wanted this, baby. so take it.” he doesn’t hesitate to grab your hair, yanking your head back roughly when you whine too loud so he can shove a hand over your mouth, “you’re fucking soaked. so greedy for me, yeah?”

jeongin ⸝⸝ his favorite is reverse cowgirl because it gives him the perfect view of your ass bouncing on his cock as you sink down onto him over and over. he looks so pretty, his flushed face tilted back against the headboard and his lips parted in soft gasps that grow louder when your walls flutter around him. his head lolls faintly to the side, long fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he whimpers softly, “f-fuck, baby, keep going, just like that. you’re gonna make me cum so fast.” his big, dark eyes are dazed as he watches the way your ass jiggles with every punishing drop of your hips. your slick drips down his shaft, pooling at his balls and making the sloppiest squelching noises with every thrust. when your legs start to give out, he’s quick to start bucking up into you from below, desperate to chase the orgasm building in his stomach as his hands drag you back down to slam his cock deeper. “d-don’t stop now… f-fuck, it’s too good, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, baby—” he cries out, practically sobbing as he gushes warm inside you.

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you lowk remind me of another writer on here lol

oh ?? 👀👀👀

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what’s the harm in fooling around with your best friend? turns out, a lot— especially when hyunjin has a girlfriend.

“fuck.” hyunjin swore under his breath as his strong hands clung to your hips, guiding your movements at a pace that was killing him more than it was helping.

his long legs were stretched out in the back seat of his car, his pretty face already flushed a dark pink, black hair clinging to his sweaty forehead from how hot and sticky it’d gotten in here.

the windows were fogged up completely, your bare bodies flexing and twisting in full view if anyone dared to press their face against the glass. not that you cared— or rather, you didn’t care enough to stop.

your legs burned with effort as you rocked your hips against his lap, his cock buried deep inside you and absolutely ruining you in the best way.

it was a cliché, really. a late-night drive with your best friend had turned into a casual stop at the convenience store for snacks, which turned into a joke about how stupid it was that you’d never experimented with each other despite being as close as you were.

experimenting— yeah.

that joke didn’t seem so stupid now, not with the state of things. your back arched as your knees pressed into the seat on either side of hyunjin’s thighs, your wet cunt stretched tight over his cock and taking him so deep that the air in your lungs felt less and less likely to come out.

“fuck, baby…” hyunjin groaned, his voice low and husky as he leaned his sweat-slick face back against the headrest. the name slipped past his bitten lips so easily now as his eyes trailed over you, dark and glazed with lust.

your hands clutched at his toned shoulders for balance as you moved your hips in languid motions, grinding against him and savoring every brush of his tip against your g-spot. everytime he caught it, your walls fluttered and clenched instinctively, drawing a deep groan from his chest and making his pelvis jerk up against yours.

“god- you’re so fucking tight,” he panted, his fingers flexing on your hips, pulling you down harder when your pace faltered. “such a good girl… this pussy feels so fucking good…”

his words jolted something between your legs, making you twitch against him, a helpless little whimper leaving your lips. your knees hurt from the pressure of riding him in such a confined space, but the ache in your legs was nothing compared to the way he filled you up so perfectly, so thick and hot that you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing the high— again.

hyunjin was breathless beneath you, his hands sliding down from your hips to grab at the curve of your ass, big enough that his veins pulsed with every move.

“so good, baby. you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…” his head tilted back again, his sharp jaw clenched tight in an attempt to keep himself from unraveling too soon.

you hummed softly, your brows drawing together as a filthy moan fell from your lips, your body trembling with every stroke of his cock into you. you both looked pathetic, his toned chest damp from sweat, your tits bouncing with every sharp swivel of your hips, the lewd slap of your bodies filling the cramped car.

“fucking- fucking hell, y/n…” hyunjin groaned your name loud, almost like it was forbidden in his mouth, dragging every syllable like a prayer he wasn’t supposed to say.

“hyune, hyune,” your voice broke softly when his hands hooked under your thighs, angling you forward so the pressure hit just where you needed most— your clit practically pulsing in time to the rhythm of his hips helping you grind.

you let your head tip forward, burying it into his shoulder as your moans grew more breathy and frantic.

but then— then, his fucking phone buzzed.

you felt him stiffen beneath you, his hips jerking awkwardly at the interruption, but before you could even stop or steady yourself, the sharp ringtone echoed in the tight space.

you stilled in his lap, breath caught in your throat. not at the interruption itself, but at the name displayed on the screen ‘my angel <3.’

you froze completely in place. but hyunjin didn’t. instead, he grabbed the phone from where it rested near his thigh, sparing it barely a glance before swiping to answer.

“yeah?” his voice was low, hoarse, still wrecked from what you were doing not even a second ago.

you gasped softly, disbelief coloring your face as you tried not to make a noise. but as if to directly punish you, hyunjin let one hand slide back to your hips before dragging you downward onto his length hard.

“hyunjin,” you hissed under your breath, panic and pleasure forcing your walls to clench tightly around his cock.

his sharp intake of breath was instant, but he glanced at you from under his lashes with a wicked grin, the speaker on the other end filling the silence.

“baby, where are you?!” hyunjin’s girlfriend’s voice rang out sharply through the line, her tone a mix of annoyance and demand.

you could feel him tense at the sound of it— even as his other hand grabbed at your ass again and continued to fucking move you.

“out,” he croaked after a second too long, his lips parting as his head tilted back again, jaw tight with effort.

“what do you mean ‘out?’ what the fuck are you even doing?” the girl’s voice barked back instantly.

hyunjin’s hips stuttered forward when you whimpered again, unable to keep yourself from reacting, your walls squeezing tight around him as you writhed helplessly in his lap. every tiny motion sent sparks crashing through your nerves, the stretch of him inside you just as overwhelming now as it was when you started.

his cock twitched against your walls as he rolled his hips lazily, slowly dragging out of you before sliding back in again. you could feel everything— the messy slick from where he’d coated your walls earlier, the sticky sweat between your bodies, the ridiculous heat pooling in your belly as your ruined cunt fluttered against him.

“fuck, baby,” he said, sharp and low, his voice dipping in volume quickly as his phone twitched in his other hand. “just—” another groan punched out of his lips when you sank down further, biting your lip as your nails scratched over his chest— “just with chan, okay? we’re working.”

your eyes widened at the flat-out lie, though it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“at this hour?” his girlfriend accused, her sharp voice cutting into the air again.

“yeah,” hyunjin said quickly, forcing himself to choke out the word while his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his hand curving harder against the plump flesh of your ass.

and then she said something— angry, accusing, sharp— but you couldn’t comprehend it over the filthy sound in the car.

“fuck…i gotta go,” hyunjin managed, his voice breaking unevenly on the last syllable as his cock twitched again unconsciously. and then, without even trying to explain further, he hung up, tossing the phone to the front seat like it meant nothing to him and pulling you fully toward him before you’d even fully heard it click.

“you’re insane,” you snapped breathlessly against him, the words broken and almost a moan before his lips smashed against yours.

he didn’t even flinch at your tone. he just gripped you tighter, grinding his cock up into you until the sharp sting of overstimulation blurred into nothing but craved, filthy heat.

“don’t care,” he muttered against your lips. “she’s not the one i want in my lap right now.”

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jisung claims he just wants to ‘rub against you’ but you both knew that was a lie ! ( tw: dubcon )

jisung had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago.

he’d left you messy and trembling on the bed, your body sprawled out across the rumpled sheets while your dripping cunt clenched weakly around nothing, a thick mix of his cum and your slick smeared all over your thighs and leaking slow from your still-puffy hole. you could barely think, let alone move— your muscles felt like jelly, thighs quivering sharply everytime you tried to shift positions, oversensitive and sore in the best way possible.

your clit still pulsed faintly, swollen from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, overstimulation turning to a dull ache in your core. jisung had been just as wrecked, flopping off to your side with a breathless laugh that made little butterflies stir in your tummy even now.

so you thought that was it. done for the night.

and yet, there he was again, hovering over you now with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, his cock already rock-hard and drooling pre onto your thigh as he gazed down at you with those big, round, stupidly desperate eyes.

you stared at him blankly, your mind struggling to wrap itself around the audacity.

“baby, please…” jisung whined softly, his voice cracking on the words like he was holding back actual tears. “just wanna feel you again. jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”

oh, you didn’t believe that for a second.

jisung was lying to himself even more than he was lying to you— how could he help it when his hips were already rocking these tiny, pleading little thrusts, smearing sticky precum over your skin? his face was so red, his bottom lip caught between his teeth while his eyes watched you like you were his salvation, his endgame, his every waking thought.

and god, you knew you shouldn’t. you were already so full of him, your battered pussy still stretched and sore from how rough he’d been earlier. you could feel him in your blood, your muscles screaming for a break, even as your clit throbbed faintly at the way his cockhead twitched and leaked against your thigh.

but how the hell were you supposed to say no when he begged like that?

“…only rubbing,” you whispered, voice weak but firm. “be good, yeah?”

jisung nodded so frantically it was almost funny, his hands shaking as they cupped your thighs, nudging them apart slowly like he thought you might change your mind.

"i'll be good," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth with a softness that almost made you melt.

your chest fluttered as his lips trailed kisses down the curve of your throat, every little press a silent plea.

“thank you, baby,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky but so gentle it made your resolve crack even more.

his trembling hands coaxed your legs wider until your puffy folds stuck to his cock, the lewd wetness between your thighs cold from earlier but quickly heating up again when the fat head of his cock dragged up your slit in a slow, deliberate motion.

“fuck, still so wet from earlier… so warm,” jisung breathed, his voice dropping another octave as he reached the end of your slit, his head catching briefly on your clit and making you jump.

his hips twitched forward instinctively, and both of you gasped softly at the sensation— the thick heat of his length pressing against your folds, already sticky and messy from the cum dripping out of you.

“s-shit, baby,” he whined, dragging his cock down, and then up again in one slow glide that sent sparks darting down your spine. “hear that? so fucking wet. you’re still leaking all over me.”

he wasn’t lying; every drag of his cock along your folds sounded downright filthy, wet squelches echoing in the room with every glide against your entrance, every bump against your swollen clit. his earlier load mixed with pre and slick, coating everything in messy strings that stuck to him when he pulled back.

the sloppiness of it made your face burn— not with embarrassment (there was none left to feel, really, not after jisung had learned every inch of you earlier that night)— but with how turned on it made you despite your soreness. you whimpered softly everytime the fat head of his cock teased your entrance without fully pushing inside, and jisung groaned when your thighs trembled helplessly at the slow, steady drag.

“can’t believe you’re still this messy,” he murmured, his voice cracking with need. “fuck, your pussy’s so cute...so creamy and sticky from me…”

you weren’t even officially fucking, and you were already losing your damn mind. everything felt so sensitive. the slick friction, the warmth of his cock pulsing against your folds. every drag sent shivers through your core, leaving you wet and wanting despite the ache.

and yet, jisung somehow pulled himself together, kept it slow in the most agonizing way, his thick length gliding down your slit before catching at your entrance and making you gasp— a sound jisung clearly relished because his head tipped back, lips parting on a moan like he could barely handle it himself.

“fuck, your pussy’s sucking me in—“ he panted, his grip tightening on your thighs as they kept trembling beneath him, the warmth of his calloused hands practically scorching your skin. “you’re gripping so hard, and i’m not even- ah—”

his hips twitched harder, enough to push the tip just slightly against your entrance where it notched thick and heavy inside.

“jisung- wait—!” you gasped, your hands flying to his chest in something that wasn’t quite a push. you could already feel the faint stretch from his tip pressing against your tight, puffy hole, overwhelmed but still loving it, your walls fluttering regardless of the ache.

“s-sorry, ‘m sorry,” jisung choked out immediately, but he didn’t move, every muscle in his body visibly straining. he whined softly, somehow just as wrecked from all of this as you, his flushed face burying into your shoulder as he breathed so raggedly you felt it in every shallow exhale.

“just the tip,” he babbled, his hips notching forward slightly despite his words. “just wanna feel you here. just this, baby, i promise…”

you wanted to believe him, but jisung was already sinking in. one thick inch, slow and devastating, and the breath punched out of your lungs.

“you’re so soft, baby… so fucking tight around me,” he moaned against your shoulder, his hips jerking slightly even as he tried to stay still.

“j-jisung, wait—” you whimpered again, nails gripping weakly at his arms as tears pricked your eyes, still breathless from the stretch.

he pressed frantic kisses to your jaw in response, his voice trembling as he muttered a bunch of “sorry’s” and “i love you’s” that contradicted every stutter of his hips.

he wasn’t pulling back. he wasn’t stopping.

instead, he buried himself slowly but deeply into your soaked, sore heat, inch by inch, until you felt the thickness of him stretching you fully again, his shaft slick and pulsing against your walls.

he wasn’t supposed to go this far, but you couldn’t care anymore—couldn’t think past the full sensation of jisung fucking you open, his length coated in messy slick from how wet you still were.

“fuck- look at you,” jisung groaned when he finally bottomed out, cock twitching where it pressed deep inside, head practically kissing your cervix. “you’re perfect, baby. so good for me- taking me so well, fuck.”

you cried out faintly when his hips rolled forward again in a shallow thrust, the motion sending a fresh squelch of his earlier release spilling out around him, coating the sheets beneath you in sticky waves.

your thighs pressed tight as everything inside you broke apart all over again, trembling against him as the bed creaked with every movement. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, every thrust deep and firm, his breath a mixture of broken grunts and moans as he muttered praise and curses into your ear.

"so tight… so good…” he was babbling now, his hips rolling forward frantically as your cries melted into sobs of overstimulation, both of you oblivious to anything but the brutal, sloppy sounds of him fucking into you.

“j-jisung- i can’t—!” your words broke into a wail when his thrusts stuttered harder, deeper, everything messy and overwhelming.

“you can, baby,” jisung rasped, the veins in his hands twitching as he grabbed your thighs to hold you steady. “you’re my good girl- fuck, i know you can take it. your pussy always takes me so well…”

he angled your hips higher, pushing even deeper when you clenched hard on his cock again, making his words dissolve into another broken groan as the wet slap of his thrusts filled the room.

you threw your head back with a loud cry when he hit that spot, the one that sent sparks spiraling inside you and made you gushing wet all over again.

his hips stuttered then, a low “fuckkk, ’m so close,” spilling from his lips as his cock throbbed painfully inside you before he pulled out at the very last second, thick ribbons of cum shooting across your stomach and already ruined folds, smearing sticky onto your skin and thighs.

he slumped forward after with a loud groan, his forehead pressing against yours as both of you gasped for breath, your body still trembling beneath him as he kissed your cheek softly, so sweet it felt almost unreal.

“…sex ban,” you croaked after a long moment, hoarse, but determined.

jisung blinked at you in confusion before his face dropped into pure devastation, those round puppy eyes going wide. “wait, what?”

“yep. sex ban. no more for a week,” you panted, watching the misery flicker across his slightly sweaty face.

“b-but- i’ll be good!” he stammered, already pouting, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out because god, he was so screwed, and it was all his own doing….