summary: Jisung knew it would be hard to act normal around you ever since he met you, because, in his mind, there is only one thing...
♡ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader ᛝ genre—warnings: smut, handjob, mention of masturbation, needy!jisung, slight dirty talk, pet names, minho's there being jisung's bff lol, slow burn sooorry ᛝ word count: 6.1k
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wen’s note: a tiny ficcc, warm it up a little for the 40,000 jisung fic, ig (im doing so, im the spongebob sighing meme)
Jisung knew you would be the cause of many of his problems from the moment he met you. Right there, at his best friend’s father’s wedding, whose news was as unexpected as your arrival in his life.
“Um, do you have anything to do on Saturday?” his friend and roommate asked him.
It was a casual Wednesday, and they were both having breakfast before heading off to work. Minho had just finished his morning run and taken a shower. Jisung was eating some not-so-round pancakes he had cooked.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, why?”
Minho took a sip of his orange juice, completely relaxed. “My father is getting married this Saturday. You should come to the wedding. I’m going to choose my suit today.”
Jisung opened his eyes wide and looked at Minho in surprise at the news.
“Oh, my God, Minho, why are you telling me this now?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. I just found out myself.”
Of course. Jisung was used to that kind of attitude from Minho, always mysterious, nonchalant, and then suddenly dropping all the info.
“How’s your mom?” Jisung added.
“She’s living her best life. She’s on a Eurotrip right now.”
And then, the day came. The nice and pretty wedding day. That’s where he met you. Jisung had noticed you before, the pretty girl carrying a bouquet, whom he assumed was a bridesmaid. But until then, it was just a passing thought.
Until Minho introduced you. Minho found it strange. He had been an only child his whole life and loved his parents; they had separated on good terms years ago and... now, his old man was very happy with his new life and wife, about whom he enthusiastically told Minho that his new wife had a daughter... so he would finally have a younger sister.
Minho immediately thought of a little girl, between the ages of 10 and maybe 17. But no, his new little sister was anything but little. She was younger than him, yes, but that didn’t change the fact that she was already in her twenties, a college student... painfully quite attractive for his taste, by the way.
Then it happened during the event, when suddenly, nothing new—Minho blurted out, almost to kill the boredom of sitting there.
“Hey, Jisung. Come here. I want you to meet my new sister,” Minho shook his arm.
Jisung was quietly eating a snack he had taken from the dessert table when his friend’s comment took him by surprise. “What?” he replied.
“Ilyoung has a daughter, and my father insists that I treat her like my new sister,” Minho said, standing up from his chair. “Come on. She’s hot.”
Jisung chuckled. “Isn’t that a little weird thing to say?”
He followed Minho without complaining or questioning anything, as usual, and practically let himself be dragged to the table where you were sitting. And that’s when saying you were hot wasn’t enough. You took his breath away right away.
Minho was proud of Jisung; he was his best friend and like the brother he never had, so he always took him everywhere, showed him off, and introduced him to everyone in his circle. And now, there was no doubt that you, the daughter of the woman who married Minho’s father, were part of his circle.
Besides, Minho brought Jisung because he was amused by how nervous his friend got around an attractive girl. Plus, he also wanted to tease you a little, after all... now you were stepsiblings, right?
Minho had only met you a month ago. You talked and knew little about each other, but there was still a certain tender trust between you, as you both wanted the best for your parents. Still, every time you saw Minho, you couldn’t help but think he was so damn handsome.
“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Minho’s voice and turned to look at him. Next to him was an attractive guy with a shy smile. “This is my roommate and friend, Han Jisung.”
You smiled broadly and stood up to greet him. You thought that now everything made sense. You also thought about how handsome Minho looked in a suit, but your attention was focused on the new guy you had just met.
“Nice to meet you, I’m... Ilyoung’s daughter, Y/N,” you replied cheerfully.
“Nice to meet you,” Jisung replied sheepishly, smiling.
Minho smiled mischievously at the situation, as he already knew how nervous his friend was with even the slightest interaction. And in his mind, yes, Jisung didn’t know how to act around you right now.
For your part, you didn’t know whether to say it, but you did anyway, since you really didn’t care.
“So you’re Han Jisung, huh? Your father has told me a lot about you,” you spoke in a playful tone.
You gently pointed at Minho, talking about his father, but Jisung didn’t notice, and you stared intensely at Jisung, making him even more nervous, something in you loved making him that way. His voice was uncertain, his posture tense, and his eyes wide. He was too handsome to be so awkward. You loved it, his reaction contrasting perfectly with his broad, muscular arms. His face was still tenderly attractive, a little boyish... but that thick voice and rough texture on his freshly shaven chin told you he was a man.
“M-my father?” Jisung stammered.
“No, not your dad, silly. I don’t know him,” you giggled. You could tell he was nervous, and you thought it was cute. “Minho’s dad. He said he thought you two were gay.”
Jisung blinked in confusion, not expecting that kind of comment. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it... it wasn’t that he didn’t find Minho attractive, but they just weren’t that kind of friends. Jisung was about to deny it when Minho playfully stepped forward, taking Jisung by the waist and pulling him close to his body.
“Well, he’d better start to believe it’s true,” the older joked and turned to Jisung, coming within inches of his cheek. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
Jisung laughed nervously, his face red, not believing that Minho was playing around like this right in front of you.
“He’s just playing...” he said between giggles, trying to break free from Minho.
“I don’t think he is...” you added amusedly, raising your eyebrows.
After that, Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about you. He dreamed of the day when Minho would invite him to a family event so he could see you. But two weeks passed since the wedding and he heard nothing more from you.
Jisung was resigned to letting you go. He was too cowardly to talk to you on social media; he didn’t even know how to act when you met.
And everything dropped like a dream come true, and his downfall at the same time. All the same. At a random and quiet moment of the day, Minho suddenly blurted out casually:
“Do you remember Y/N? My dad is really pushing this sibling situation, dude, so... she’s coming to live with us temporarily until she finds an apartment, is that okay with you?”
It was more than okay. But still, you made him so nervous.
At first, it was like an innocent crush, and during the first few weeks, you were a little shy. You were working because you were on summer vacation and were going to graduate the following year, so your mother offered to help you find an apartment... but in the meantime, of course, you could stay at Minho and Jisung’s house. And you accepted. You would live with 2 attractive men, how could you say no?
All Jisung could do was swallow nervously whenever you were around. You talked little, looked at each other a lot, and often exchanged meaningful glances. You liked each other, without saying anything; but you knew that Jisung would never make the first move, so you kept it that way for a while, staying close, teasing him and flirting with him. Going to his room next to yours, asking him to teach you how to play the guitar... all those little things that made his heart race.
It was only after two weeks that you finally felt at home, living under the same roof as two men and 3 beautiful cats that you adored and taked cared of—whom they sleep with you sometimes, making Minho jealous; you started wearing more comfortable clothes, thin cotton shorts around the house, no bra, sleeveless tops with cleavage... just to get Jisung’s attention, and it worked like a charm. You had turned him into a ruthless pervert who couldn’t stop fantasizing about you, now in an open and purely sexual way. Although in the process, you caught the occasional glance from Minho, too.
Jisung felt pathetic in your presence. He wanted to get closer to you... but a phrase from Minho kept running through his head. “Jisung... I hope you don’t mind Y/N’s living here. I thought that—since you and I are almost like siblings, she might feel the same way, don’t you think?”
That sentence didn’t help Jisung at all. It made him feel disgusted when he looked closely at your bare thighs and your nipples hardening through your top.
But he knew what Minho meant. It was true. He had to treat you with respect... but even the perfect Minho forgot all that the moment you shyly asked permission to swim in the pool on a hot weekend.
Minho said yes. He even offered to go get some beers and cook something... it had been a long time since he had relaxed like that. And Jisung, like a coward, refused to stay with you, where a million things could have happened once you were alone... because you both wanted each other, you were impulsive, and he found it difficult to control himself around you. So he just accompanied Minho to the store.
Everything was going well, but when they returned, they were both stunned to see you swimming so beautifully, the sun making your skin glow. They both stood there speechless, breathing heavily, just admiring you. And when you noticed their presence, because you strangely felt like you were being watched, you got out of the pool, dripping wet and wearing a very tiny pink bikini.
Both Jisung and Minho admired your figure shamelessly, from your wet hair, your breasts, your hard nipples, the bikini bottom clung so tightly it left little to the imagination, and your wet, shiny thighs. You knew they were watching you, but this time you felt a little shy, as you didn’t expect to cause a reaction in Minho, although it didn’t bother you at all. You had to admit that you liked having their attention; maybe in the future, you’ll be wicked enough to seek Minho’s attention and intense gaze too, not just Jisung’s, after all, you’ve always been attracted to your very handsome and older stepbrother.
“I can’t believe you had this pool and never used it! Come on! Let’s go swimming!” you invited them cheerfully.
The two men snapped out of their trance. Jisung cleared his throat and Minho let out a mischievous, nervous chuckle, not believing that he had thought that way about someone he struggled to consider family, but he had to admit that you must be a very sweet and cute woman in bed. Perhaps obedient and naive, since you were young, and that aroused more than one emotion in Minho.
On the other hand, Jisung needed more than a moment to get into the pool. He was so turned on. And it had happened before, long nights when he whimpered silently, masturbating in his bathroom to muffle the noise, and all he could think about was you…
And your gaze was still fixed on him, so it wasn’t that hard to notice how stiff his cock was. Your throat suddenly felt so empty. If it were up to you, you would help him right there to get rid of his erection and make him cum… the thought made you sigh and your pussy throb with desire.
Jisung sneaked away, saying he was going to change his clothes. But now he had another motivation when he saw your almost half-naked body. So, he locked himself in the bathroom of his room again, urgently pulled down his pants and underwear, and moaned as he felt his hard cock wiggle freely.
He grabbed it, pulled it out, and began to pleasure himself, holding back moans and closing his eyes tightly. He was so desperate, and he knew that when it came to you, it wasn’t just a simple erection that could soon be calmed down; no, he had to cum.
Jisung fantasized about you, and when he came, holding back a whimper and biting his lip hard, he felt guilty as his semen stained the floor and his hand. He felt so weak, like a foolish teenager masturbating to the image of a girl in a bikini. But that was exactly how you made him feel.
He cleaned himself up and went out, breathless. Pretending everything was fine.
“What took you so long? Were you taking a shit?” joked Minho, who was preparing everything to cook on the grill.
So, you had a little fun. Minho wore a long-sleeved shirt at the pool to avoid getting a tan, but Jisung went in without one, leaving you breathless and completely flustered. You were going to flirt and tease Jisung after finding out he had an erection, but seeing his abs left you stunned.
You had already fantasized about his very attractive and tempting figure. You were surprised that someone with a shy and tender image hid all that under his clothes. However, you could tell that he took care of his body, since you knew that they both went to the gym and that Jisung’s pecs and arms were exquisitely defined when he wore a simple T-shirt, but seeing him finally without it, seeing his skin, made you so horny. Not to mention the details of his tattoos on his body. You couldn’t believe that someone as simple as you made him so nervous.
All that time, you were the one who was a bundle of nerves. You wanted him so badly, and the thought that he probably had to calm that erection down by himself made you subtly wet.
When night fell, you finally decided to get out of the pool. You helped them tidy up a bit, throw away the beer bottles, clean the patio table, and then you went to your room to take another shower and put on fresh, comfortable pajamas.
When you were ready, you went to the living room and found the rest of the house silent. Jisung and Minho were also showering and getting ready for bed, so you sighed and threw yourself on the couch, shamelessly using all of Minho’s streaming platforms in search of something to watch.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. The real entertainment you wanted to watch was probably naked, looking exquisite, as he soaped his very sexy body... and of course, you couldn’t leave Minho behind.
They came downstairs at almost the same time, first Minho, wearing his silky pajama set very comfortably, while Jisung wore something more cozy and relaxed, like gray pants and a white T-shirt. They smelled nice, and their hair was semi-dry and a little messy.
“She’s taking over the house, and now the TV!” Minho joked, snatching the remote control from you.
“Hey! Don’t act like you don’t have TVs in your rooms,” you protested.
Minho plopped down on the left side of the sofa next to you and changed the movie.
“Yeah, but I feel like watching TV in the living room, what’s wrong with that? And I already told you to watch your honorifics with me,” he teased.
“Oh, I would never call you oppa, Minho. Get a grip. Well, at least choose a good movie so I can watch it, too,” you playfully hit his arm.
Minho rolled his eyes. He was tired of you being a rude brat who spoke informally to your seniors, but what could he do? Then a small smile appeared on his face, his gaze fixed on the TV as he pointed the remote control at it.
“I’m going to put on anime,” he replied with a mischievous chuckle.
“Oh, god! Please, don’t!”
Jisung was still standing there, smiling at the tender scene and the dynamic between you and Minho.
“Oh, sit down, Jisung, please,” you asked him kindly when you saw that he was still there.
“He’s older than you...” Minho almost whined in a warning.
“Jisung-oppa,” you corrected to provoke Minho.
“Oh, well, I see. He’s your only oppa. Ask him to buy you things, then,” he replied, playing along.
Jisung cleared his throat nervously and had no choice but to sit next to you, since you were right in the middle of the sofa. Jisung found that comment strange... did Minho buy you things? But he remained silent on the matter.
As soon as you felt each other’s closeness, your breathing quickened. He, because of his shy nature... you because you remembered how hard he had been a few hours ago, just seeing you wet in your bikini. Your thoughts kept going back and forth, telling you that you could be wet in a different way for him, that you fantasized about seeing him cum.
Minho kept looking for a movie, not noticing that Jisung was discreetly starting to look at your body. Your breasts brushing against that thin, soft top, your bare tights, your sweet face asking to be cradled and kissed. Oh, to kiss your lips, Jisung thought.
You shifted gently, smiling inwardly, knowing that he was still watching. But when Jisung felt the arousal descend upon every part of his highly sensitive area again, he decided to look away, or he would end up getting hard again.
Finally, Minho chose a movie, a horror film. Jisung was able to endure the first five minutes; he wasn’t that hard, but the sensation bothered him. Then, two of Minho’s adorable cats climbed onto their laps, and Jisung tried to calm down, gently petting Doongie, but as soon as you decided to join in and brush his hand while also petting the sweet cat, it was his undoing again.
But it wasn’t just Jisung who felt uncontrollably aroused; you began to feel that way too as soon as you saw his manly hand run through Doongie’s soft fur. You almost moaned in frustration, feeling envious of the sweet cat, wishing it were you that Jisung was stroking so lovingly.
You leaned back on the sofa, feeling suffocated, highly aroused—every muscle in your pussy throbbing and lubricating on its own—you were alone and helpless. What could you do? And your overwhelming sensation worsened as soon as you saw Minho too... his hand was also very manly and veiny; you wanted to go crazy thinking that you wanted both of his hands on you. Now.
So you shifted uncomfortably, feeling the closeness of both of them, but unable to do anything. But the more you moved gently, the more you provoked Jisung, your thighs rubbing against his, your nipples hardening softly...
At that point, he was at his maximum point of stiffness, the sensation overwhelmed him, so he abruptly wanted to get out of the situation by saying:
“Mmm... I’ll go get some popcorn. I’ll get two bags.”
It was the first thing that came to mind, and his excuse. Minho said nothing, didn’t even turn to look at him, but you did.
Jisung gently picked up Doongie, almost wanting to hide his erection with the poor cat, and put him down on the sofa. But it was impossible to hide it. Not for you, who was aware of every detail. Your mouth watered, and not exactly because of the idea of snacks with a movie.
Jisung went to the kitchen, leaned against the island, and let out a sigh. He even washed his hands, feeling dirty. He felt helplessly aroused. Every part of him was bristling, his heart was beating fast, and he barely touched your hand... he couldn’t believe it was possible.
You didn’t think twice. As soon as he walked away, you said to Minho:
“I’ll go get snacks too.”
And you stood up, looking for a moment alone with Jisung. You knew what you would do. That today, you would take a small or a very big step.
Minho didn’t pay attention to you, grumbling half-heartedly as he was too comfortable petting Soonie.
And you went into the kitchen, finding Jisung with his back to you, staring into space at the other end of the room, opposite where the microwave was.
Jisung was slightly startled when he heard your voice and slowly turned around. He was rethinking his very existence, even though he still had a hard-on.
“Huh?” he replied, casually putting his hands in his pockets, to hide his bulge. “Ah—ah, yes, the popcorn.”
You raised your eyebrows slightly, inviting him to do it. Jisung swallowed nervously as he had to come closer to you to do so. But he accepted his fate and did it. You stood there, watching him innocently as he walked toward you and stretched out his arm to reach the cabinet and take out the popcorn. You bit your lip subtly as his arm was so close to your face.
You wanted to make it as gentle and subtle as possible. But you couldn’t resist any longer.
“Can I help you with anything?”
Jisung looked at you confused and tried to act nonchalant, doing what he was doing, putting the popcorn in the microwave.
You looked him up and down, stopping your gaze on his cock outlined in his sweatpants, which looked very appetizing. You couldn’t find the right words to tell him that... maybe when Minho went to sleep, you and him could fuck and that you could wait for him in your room.
“Help?” he cleared his throat. “With what?”
A big, mischievous smile appeared on your face. Your pussy throbbed with daring and you felt your face burn slightly.
“With the very hard problem in your pants.”
Jisung took a deep breath, not believing what he heard, almost not feeling it was real, but he knew exactly what you meant as soon as you pulled the elastic of his sweatpants and gently rubbed his erection.
He took a step back abruptly. Jisung was shocked, opening his eyes wide in fear and looking at you with a very stern and judgmental gaze, as if he hadn’t been dreaming of this moment for quite some time.
“Y/n!” he exclaimed indignantly, but he was fascinated.
Your smile widened and you let out a giggle. You had finally confessed to him and now there was no turning back.
You slowly approached him, while he stood there, petrified, trying to process what was happening; with two of his most sensitive areas throbbing intensely, both his penis and his heart, and the reason was you.
“Oh, come on, Jisung,” you cooed. “Are you going to pretend you haven’t been walking around the house with your hard cock... like a fucking pervert every time you saw me? Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you to take it out and use it right now. Fucking me hard here in the kitchen, in the pool...” you drawled, your voice low and lazy but seductive. You leaned your body toward him, brushing your chest against his to continue to allure his senses, purring in his ear, “You think I don’t notice how hard you are for me, huh? I wonder how many times you’ve masturbated... what you think about... and you know what? I’ll always be here to help you, you don’t have to touch yourself alone, from now on...” You stroked his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, making him moan. “I can make you cum.”
Of course you could make him come. You could do it without even touching him, and his cock would throb in orgasm, releasing every drop of his very guilty semen. You had that power over him.
Jisung was trying to process how all those vulgarities suddenly came out of your mouth, but he loved it, he loved it so much that you were finally touching him, he needed it, he was so desperate for you.
“Bu—but Min—Minho is in the living room...” he stammered with difficulty.
You slowly pulled away from him to gaze at his sweet, attractive face while you gave him pleasure, and you raised your eyebrows, bit your lip, and were surprised that he was finally letting himself go. He had accepted it.
“Ahh... Hannie, so you want me to make you cum?” you teased him.
You squeezed his bulge, and he let out a restrained moan in response. He nodded energetically. His entire penis ached so pleasantly, it was a sensation that overwhelmed him and filled every part of him, almost causing him to lose his train of thought.
“Yes—yes... but, Min—”
Jisung whimpered between gasps as soon as you pulled down his sweatpants and began to stroke him through his boxers. You were impatient. He moaned loudly enough to be silenced by you, and he held on to the kitchen counter with one hand. He was so weak and surrendered to you.
“Sshh, Jisung. Keep it quiet. If Minho doesn’t hear anything suspicious, he won’t have to come here... Now, how about this deal...” You finally pulled down his boxers, revealing his very erect and dripping cock. You held it and visually feasted on it. It was slightly thick, veiny but smooth and absolutely flushed, tip so needy and dripping that you almost got on your knees to slurp him out. Your breathing quickened and your core began to throb with desperation—long, hard pulses, practically screaming for Jisung’s cock to fill it. “If I help you a little right now. I’ll make you cum and then... you can make me cum later, is that okay?”
Jisung nodded, his vision blinded by desire and the beautiful sight of you right in front of him.
“Yes—yes, mm...”
Jisung began to writhe in pleasure, his cock being pumped in the middle of the kitchen, the place filling with the smell of popcorn, the sound of them, pop, pop, and his soft, desperate grunts.
“Are you going to come to my room tonight and fuck me?” you asked sharply, so excited by the idea.
“Mmm, y-es—yes, princess, I’m—mm going to fuck you tonight. A-are you going to wear something cute for me?” Jisung gasped.
You continued to masturbate him, your right hand feeling and reveling in all his slick texture, running along his entire length, inch by inch, caressing his dripping tip, smearing his pre-cum all over his stiff shaft, while your left hand delicately cupped his warm balls, playing subtly with them. You could feel his cock stimulated, from base to tip, throbbing in desperation.
You bit your lower lip. You, too, were making a wet mess down there. You loved every needy expression on Jisung’s face, and even more when he listened to you talk... it was as if his cock throbbed to the sound of your voice, your sultry whispers talking dirty to him.
“Mmm, yes. I’ll wear my prettiest lingerie sey, would you like that?” Jisung nodded, his eyes beginning to tear up. He would give anything to moan freely and express how good you were making him feel. “And… what are you going to do to me tonight, huh? I’d like to know. Tell me everything.”
Jisung took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. He couldn’t even think clearly. The difference between pleasuring himself and the sensation of your warm, soft hand working on him, without wasting a single damn inch, was so obvious and massive. He wondered, if your hands did it like that—so divine… he couldn’t wait to find out how your wet mouth felt, your lips, the inside of your cheeks, the teasing of your throat, tongue, and teeth around his cock, and of course, your cute, tight, ready pussy for him.
He looked at you again and did his best to tell you what he would never have dared to say in the first place, what he kept deep inside:
“I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours. Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad. I want to taste you until you cum and—I want, I want to fuck you so hard for all those times I couldn’t touch you—Oh! Fuck, Y/n—plea-se” he whimpered in desperation.
You smiled happily. You were genuinely happy, it was like playing with a console, pressing, touching, pulling the right places that made him tremble. You loved watching him whimper, moan, and tremble, just for you, and your very naughty hands… pumping his very needy and sensitive area.
“You like that, huh? So… uh, fuck me hard? I never thought you’d be the type to fuck hard, Jisung—”
“I’m going to do it, princess. Fuck, I want to destroy you completely,—fuck, this feelsss sso good, baby. I can’t—” he tried to control himself for a moment. “I want to see your pretty pussy filled with my cock, is that what you want?” he growled subtly.
You blushed immediately, not expecting that, and your genitals trembled at his words, at his rough voice telling you so.
“Mmm, I can’t wait. Do you know how wet I am for you?” You leaned close to his ear again, “I can’t fucking wait for you to use my pussy. I need your tongue to lick me open right now. I need you so bad, Jisung. Wish you were fucking me right now.”
Your needy voice made him twitch. You slowly moved away from him, staying inches from his face.
“I can already imagine how soaked you are, baby…”
“But… we have to do this quickly. You’re going to cum for me, huh, right? We don’t want Minho to find out, do we?”
You played with his cock a little roughly, slapping it a bit, making him whimper. Jisung was on the edge. Almost as close to his long-awaited orgasm, while you just built up your desire more and more.
He nodded submissively again, letting himself be carried away by your every touch. You looked at each other for a few seconds and couldn’t help but join your lips in a hot, seductive, slow, and dirty kiss; lips practically making love, tongues fucking, a kiss so filthy and loud it echoed in the room, between your agitated breaths and lascivious, weak bodies.
When you separated for lack of air, Jisung let out a loud whimper. So fucking hot that you could feel your entrance dilate, begging to be penetrated by him. So beautiful and scandalous that your nipples became erect. Still, you said, with ragged breathing:
“Shhhh… he’s right there,” you said, and he grunted instead, ragged grunts, so close to his orgasm. “Although… I have to confess, Sungie… God, I’d love to hear you moan for me. Are you enjoying it?” you smiled. “You look so needy right now. I wish you could see yourself right now.”
You pulled and squeezed his cock harder, eliciting a completely desperate moan from him. “Ah— yes, yes. You’re doing it so great.”
You increased the pace of your hand, making it faster, more violent, and more frenetic, this time showing him less mercy. You wanted to see his face when he came, as much as you were enjoying his sweet reactions as you gave him pleasure. You lowered your gaze for a second to appreciate the delicious mess that was his highly stimulated and flushed cock. You went a little crazy just looking at it and turned your gaze back to his ecstatic face.
“Oh god, you have no idea how much I want to get on my knees and suck your cock right now... But I can’t, it’s so unfair. What if Minho comes and finds us? Huh, oh Jisung, what will your dear friend think if he sees you like this?”
You began to tease him with a smug smile on your face and with your words in a needy tone. Jisung was so close, and you could feel it. You had complete control over him. The room was filled with the obscenity of your hand rubbing, fucking his cock, and his exasperated sighs.
“Ohh, Y/n, I’m go—” he whimpered.
He didn’t even finish the sentence when you were already feeling his balls twitch and his cock throb more desperately, and finally his orgasm shot out into you. A hot, slow shot, filling your hands with his thick semen.
You smiled contentedly, watching Jisung struggle to release his very messy and loud orgasms.
Your caresses slowed down, softening his explosive orgasm and calming his dick.
In the distance, you could hear the eerie background sound of the horror movie, but it didn’t matter; the two of you were living your own erotic scene right now.
It was all fun, intense stares, heavy breathing, and messy and loud orgasms, until—
“Hey, guys, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long? Did you burn the popcorn?” Minho said, entering the kitchen.
As soon as you heard him, you abruptly pulled away from each other. Jisung opened his eyes wide, feeling his soul leaving his body under pure fright. He quickly turned away guiltily, turning his back on both you and Minho, moaning softly and, with trembling hands, rearranging his still very sensitive cock, gently quivering from the overstimulation, back to his boxers and sweatpants. But it was still a mess; his clothes were stained. Your hands were covered in his cum, and there were even small drops on the floor. You thought it would have been easier if you had just sucked him off in the bathroom and swallowed every delicious drop of his orgasm.
But you were more fascinated by the idea of something risky. And clearly, the risky part was manifesting itself, rather himself.
Luckily, you also had your back to Minho, but you still felt exposed. Your face turned red, and a very mischievous smile spread across your face. You had everything calculated... except for Minho discovering you, although you had already considered every scenario when fucking Jisung under the same roof with Minho there, and honestly, you didn’t care much.
Jisung’s chest was pounding from the sensation of orgasm, and now it was pounding with fear, while you were charged with pure adrenaline... you were still extremely aroused, practically on fire, since all you got was Jisung’s cum in your hands and a very hot kiss. So incredibly horny that if any of them asked you to fuck, you’d strip naked right then and there.
Minho went to check what was going on, innocently, as soon as Soonie moved away from his lap, plus the movie was scaring him. He had nothing inappropriate in mind... other than maybe you were talking... or that Jisung went to his room and you stayed talking to a friend on the phone or something... But he was aware of your flirting game with his friend. Minho was smart in that aspect; he knew it.
But nothing prepared him to see Jisung scared, acting suspiciously as he turned his back.
Minho could immediately sense that something was going on; there was still something in the kitchen that he couldn’t quite figure out.
“What are you doing?” Minho repeated more seriously, narrowing his eyes.
Jisung didn’t dare turn around, and you were still there, standing in the same position as him. Minho felt like he was in a horror movie for a second, walking slowly and stealthily toward you, unable to see your face and receiving no response. As soon as Minho gently touched your shoulder, you had no choice but to turn around to look at him. That brief, silent, uncomfortable moment was killing Jisung.
“Nothing, why?” you replied with a fake smile, like a mischievous child being caught.
Minho blinked in confusion when he saw you and noticed how you tried to hide your hands behind your back, but his reflexes were quicker, holding your wrist with agility and seeing what you were trying to hide. A viscous, shiny, clear white liquid. Clearly semen.
Minho looked at you in shock, his eyes darting from you to Jisung, and exclaimed in horror:
“What. The. Fuck. Is this? Is this cum in your hands?! Han Jisung’s cum?!”
tags: college au, smut, dom!jisung, sex with protection (but they take it off) sex without protection (dont be silly wrap that willy) praise, jisung being a menace, the same world as my past spiderman fic, spiderman au, ,nerdsung,oral fem recieving (this can also be used as a standalone aswell!) overstimulation, using webs as ropes to tie up, boob grabbing, forced orgarsm)
Inspired by a yeonjin spiderman fic I read a while back (sadly I can’t find the writer but search up yeonjin x reader
words: 1.7k!
my spiderman fic here!
authors note: smut of my spiderhan fic (the freaky frogs won and heres ur smut, you freaks) sorry it took so long, I actually was cringing the fuck out of this +the word cock made me laugh too much (ik im immature 😭)
There are certainly some quirks to dating your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, especially when it comes to safety. When he swings you around town, carrying you bridal style wherever you need to go, he practically becomes your personal chauffeur, always ready to catch you if you fall. And let's not forget about those webs, he can tie you up in a way that makes you feel both secure and... well, let's just say, adventurous.
"The tensile strength of these is actually fascinating," Jisung murmurs against your neck, his physics textbook forgotten on the floor beside scattered web-shooters and his discarded red mask. "Each strand can hold up a bunch of force, but when woven together like this..." His fingers trace the web binding your wrists. "The load distribution creates a virtually unbreakable restraint system."
You would roll your eyes at his nerdy rambling if you weren't so distracted by the way he seemed to memorize every hitch in your breathing, every beat from your heart.
"Jisung," you breathe, testing the give of the webs. They hold firm, showing how stuck you truly are.
"Did you know," he continues, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, "that spider silk is actually a protein polymer? The way it responds to stress and tension is remarkably similar to how your body..." His hand trails lower, fingers ghosting over your ribs. "...responds to stimulation."
The low-cut top that started this whole situation lies in shreds beside the bed—apparently, enhanced strength and delicate fabrics don't mix well when Jisung gets impatient.
When he finally enters you, the stretch is overwhelming. His enhanced stamina means he can move with a controlled intensity that has you seeing stars, each thrust calculated to hit that spot that makes your vision blur.
"Oh fuck, the angle of p-penetration is perfect for optimal g-spot stimulation," he pants, adjusting his hips with scientific precision. "The anterior vaginal wall is—"
"Jisung, less anatomy lesson, more f–fucking," you gasp, though the way he immediately complies suggests his spider-sense picked up exactly how close you are to the edge.
“S-so sorry babe”
“Fuck y/n” Jisung whimpers with every roll of his hips, hitting that gummy spot that made you see stars. The makeshift ropes strain against the bed, every movement making the cot creak. His right hand digs into your waist, leaving half moon indentations from his fingers. The calculus textbook falls off the bed pages fluttering as it hits the floor. Your back arches against his sheets, damp with your sweat and tears.
As he thrusts against you, his left hand tracing the curve between your breasts. His bedroom stank of sex and sweat, the textbook and study material scattered carelessly across his desk.
He grabs your tits and fondles them roughly. “Fuck, you know I can’t fucking control myself when you wear that” he mumbles.
You look at Jisung—Your eyes are half-lidded, too lost in pleasure to do anything but moan his name breathlessly.
Something clicks behind his eyes and suddenly he's grabbing your legs, pressing them higher against your chest. The new angle hits perfectly, each thrust targeting exactly where you need him most. Your moans pitch higher as he finds the spot that has your vision blurring.
He fucks, brusing your cervix over and over again. A wave of pleasure washes over him, he busts inside the condom. His ears red as he reaches his climax. He sees you for a quick second and remembers you need to come too.
“Shit s-sorry wait, a second!” he quickly readjusts, takes off the used condom—wrapping it quickly and tossing it in the trash next to his desk—and drops down to his knees.
You whine at the sudden loss.
Before he settles between your thighs, he trails reverent kisses across your skin—your ribs, your hip bones, the soft flesh of your inner thighs where his earlier marks bloom purple against your skin. His fingers trace each bruise with something close to apology before his mouth follows, soothing the tender spots with gentle kisses.
"So beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, breath ghosting over your core. "Every part of you."
When his tongue finally meets you, it's with a devotion that steals your breath. He works with patient precision, mapping every sensitive spot like he's memorizing you.
"Jisung," you gasp, your thighs instinctively close around his head. "Oh god, just like that—don't stop."
He hums against you in response, the vibration making you arch, and you can feel his smile against your skin as he doubles his efforts, completely lost in the taste of you.
Jisung’s tongue lingered, greedy and insistent, like he planned to map your entire anatomy from the inside out, one slick drag at a time. He was still in his hoodie, his favorite pair of jeans half-pulled down to his waist, the dark blue fabric bunched awkwardly at his hips, but neither of you cared.
He braced himself on either side of your thighs. He looked up at you, eyes blown wide, mouth glistening—and fuck,
The webs dug into your skin, each taut line punctuating the sensation, tightening every twist of your hips, every involuntary buck. He nipped, just shy of pain, and murmured little apologies and curses into you. The rush of his breath sent goosebumps up your inner thighs. Your head lolled, eyes squeezing. Your mind went all fuzzy.
“J-jisung!” Tears pool up in your eyes—it's all too much. As he flattens out his tongue, his fingers not leaving your abused clit, and you spasm on his tongue. Him lapping every single drop, as you chant a mantra of his name.
He doesn't give you time to recover, crawling back up your body and sliding into you again, the oversensitivity making every nerve ending sting
"One more, Please," he breathes against your ear, his voice rough with need. "Please, baby, just one more. The way you feel when you come around me—it's like every enhanced sense gets amplified." God he sounds cuter begging.
Your hands turn white based on how much you're clawing at the webs/makeshift rope. “F-fuck! J-jisung, I really can’t” You repeat those pleas over and over, your body trembling from the overwhelming sensations as he loses himself in you. When he finally looks up, he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks and realizes he's pushed you past your limit.
“S-sorry Y/n, You can take a little more right?” He rises above you, positioning himself at your entrance before sliding back into your warmth with one fluid thrust that has you both gasping. Just a little more, I-it will feel better soon, I swear!”
Breathless curses spill from both your lips as the rhythmic slap of skin against skin mingles with the bed's desperate creaking and raw moans that shatter the usual quiet of clicking keyboards and peaceful silence.
“Sh-shit Y/n, can I come inside? Please, p-please, please! I promise, just let me c-come inside” You don't even know what the fuck he's promising, and he's too far gone to explain.
"Fuck—yes, inside, please!" you cry out, your knuckles white where they strain against the webs, the silken restraints cutting into your wrists as you pull desperately against them. Each thrust pushes you higher, your body wound so tight you feel like you might shatter.
When your second orgasm finally crashes over you, it's with an intensity that has you sobbing his name, your release coating his thighs as your body convulses around him, the webs the only thing keeping you tethered to earth as pleasure whites out your vision completely.
Jisung collapses gently on top of you, immediately pulling you into his arms and pressing soft kisses to your temple as you both catch your breath.
“W-was I good?” he looks up at you with those cute doe eyes, waiting for some sort of answer.
“So good ji” you reassure.
"So," you pant as feeling returns to your fingers, "how long until these dissolve?"
Jisung's face goes carefully blank in that way, which means his spider-sense is warning him of impending danger. "Well, according to my calculations... normal spider webs can last anywhere from a few hours to several days, depending on environmental factors..."
"Jisung."
"But these are supposed to mimic actual spiderwebs, so theoretically they should maybe uhh degrade faster—"
"HAN JISUNG."
"I may have... not tested the dissolution rate thoroughly?"
You kick him with surprising force, which makes you wonder if you develop some kind of enhanced strength when properly motivated by frustration.
"So. Worth. It," he grins, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"No sex for the week" you declare. "This was a stupid decision. Why on earth did I let you tie me up, with webs too!!? Ribbon restraints are like 20 bucks!"
“Also you owe me a new shirt! That shit was so expensive” You look dead at your poor, poor shirt, at the ground beside his bed.
He smiles,
"Well sorry to upset you, but at least enhanced stamina means I can make it up to you. Multiple times. For science obviously.”
Plot: After the incident, you have an unexpected encounter...
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When you processed everything Minho had said, you felt overwhelmed, guilty, and angry because, in the end, he had no right to say such hurtful words either. The way he insisted that you were just a game to Han made you distrustful.
You stood up and started getting dressed without even looking at him.
"Y/N..." Han’s trembling voice revealed that he had a thousand thoughts racing at once, desperately searching for a way to avoid losing both you and his best friend.
"Han, I need time. This was wrong, and I can’t believe we both hurt him like that." You sounded cold as you hurried to get dressed.
"Stop repeating that it’s wrong—it’s not. It’s not wrong for us to love each other, and it’s not wrong for us to want to be together. We just need to make Minho understand." His gaze was sad, his chest felt tight. He knew that the moment you walked out that door, he would have lost both of you, and he couldn’t let you leave thinking his love was a mistake.
You looked at him, unsure of what to say. You didn’t have the strength to explain why it was wrong, so you simply left the room.
You were going to leave, to give Minho space, but his words kept echoing in your head. It wasn’t fair that only he got to take his anger out on you.
You entered his room without knocking. His face was red, and his eyes were on the verge of tears. As soon as he saw you, he covered his face, hiding his vulnerability.
"Leave. You’ve done enough." He tried to sound firm, but his voice was weak, about to break.
"No. I listened to you, and now you’re going to listen to me. I don’t need you to understand—I just need you to listen." He was probably the most important person in your life, which made everything you had to say difficult to express and process.
"I know I was wrong, and I made a mistake. I’m not playing the victim." You paused to keep your voice steady. "Do you think I’m proud of what happened? I’m definitely not. But you had no right to treat me the way you did. I’m not just anyone—I’m your sister, and I won’t let you treat me like I’m worthless."
You were hurt, and thinking about his words broke you inside.
"I know what I did hurt you, but I never meant to. Your words, on the other hand, were meant to completely break me, and I don’t deserve that."
You saw him lower his hands from his face. His stare was cold, but the trembling of his chin gave him away.
"I don’t understand why you did it. You’re not just anyone, you’re none of the things I said, but you can’t expect me to just pat you on the back and walk away without saying anything, feeling completely betrayed."
His firm voice carried both regret and conviction. He regretted not choosing the right words and hurting you, but he didn’t regret his anger.
"I wasn’t expecting a pat on the back. I was expecting you to be my brother. I love you more than anything in the world, and I understand that you’re hurting. That’s why I’m apologizing, and I promise not to see him again—for you, for him, and for myself. But I think I also deserve an apology."
Your eyes burned with unshed tears. You needed a hug.
A long silence filled the room. Minho took a deep breath.
"I’m sorry too, Y/N. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that," he said, his voice breaking. "But I need time." Apologizing was hard for him, but it made him feel lighter.
"Do whatever you want regarding Han, but I ask you to reconsider forgiving him or at least not hating him. He never meant to hurt you either."
Your words lingered in the air. You accepted his apology and left.
You knew that, in time, Minho would go back to being the way he used to be, but not while you were still seeing Jisung. Even though you loved him, you couldn’t lose your brother.
Days passed. Han tried to talk to Minho every time he saw him, but Minho simply ignored him and walked away.
Jisung called countless times, but you never answered. He felt alone.
Minho had just returned from training. Han knew that if he didn’t confront him now, things would remain the same, and over time, it would only get worse.
"Hyung, we need to talk." He stood in front of Minho, blocking his way.
"I don’t want to." Cold and blunt, he didn’t even look at Han, trying to move past him and keep walking.
"I promise I’ll leave you alone if we talk now. I just need to talk."
He was literally begging for a conversation. It was strange to be like this with him. Minho had always been his safe place, and now their relationship was completely broken.
Minho sighed in frustration and stopped trying to avoid him, finally meeting his eyes.
"I’m sorry for hiding it and for not having the courage to tell you how I feel about Y/N, but I’m not going to apologize for what happened because I don’t regret having feelings for her."
His words were firm, and he was trying to sound as sincere as possible.
"What exactly do you expect me to say? I’m not going to say I understand or that I approve of this, because I don’t."
His sharp words still reflected his sense of betrayal.
Han sighed in frustration. "In that case, I won’t ask for your permission."
His defiant words made Minho’s anger flare up again.
"I can only tell you that I love her and that you’re very important to me, but I simply can’t give her up."
Minho raised an eyebrow. "And what will you do if she’s not willing to continue?"
He crossed his arms.
"I won’t force her. It’s her decision. Neither you nor I should have a say in it."
Minho felt those words sink into his mind. He knew it was your decision, but he had practically forced you to leave Han.
"I just wanted to be honest. I wish I had been sooner. I hope you can forgive me too, because you know hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted."
Deep down, he was pleading for forgiveness.
"I don’t trust your intentions with her. Even if you swear you love her and that this isn’t a game, I won’t let her be just another girl to you—I won’t let you hurt her. I promise that if she suffers because of you, you’ll regret it."
"I wasn’t the only one who hurt her." Han knew that what hurt you the most wasn’t losing him, but Minho’s words.
Minho shot him a furious glare and roughly brushed past him, continuing on his way.
Han left him alone, just as he had promised.
Minho spent the whole week thinking nonstop. He hated Han, hated that you had feelings for him, hated that they’d kept it a secret, hated that Han hadn’t given up, and really hated thinking that he’d practically forced you to break up with Han, which had hurt you.
Months had passed. Minho had slowly reconciled with you, while you avoided Han at all costs. Not seeing him would make everything a bit easier. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss him or dream about him.
Han tried to contact you in every possible way, but he hadn’t seen you face to face since the day you walked out of his room. You had blocked him everywhere to save both of you the trouble of talking.
Han was depressed, not that it was the end of the world, but after you, he felt cold. His lips missed the taste of yours, he needed the beats of your heart to sleep, to hold your hand, to hear your voice. He was so desperate to feel that spark again that he tried to be with a girl, something casual, but being with her only made him miss you more. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help comparing her to you, thinking about how everything would be better with you. He wasn’t going to pretend either, so he didn’t see anyone else.
Now you were at a café, meeting with your brother. Since the incident, you’d agreed to meet more often to share time together and try to fix things.
You arrived early, and Minho texted you to let you know he’d be late, so you just ordered a coffee and sat down to wait.
You stirred the coffee, which was slowly getting cold, thinking about everything that had happened in such a short time. You didn’t like to think about it too much, but it always happened.
Suddenly, a chill ran down your body, not understanding why you felt so cold out of nowhere, until...
"Y/N..." Han was standing in front of you. Seeing him made his heart race, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his lips.
The spoon fell into the cup, as if you were terrified to hear his voice, but it was only the terror of knowing everything he made you feel with his presence.
You lifted your head and noticed how different he looked. His hair was longer, some strands falling over his face, making him ridiculously attractive. His eyes had dark circles, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, probably from crying. His smile was both happy and sad. You stared at him, entranced.
"I didn’t think I’d see you again... How have you been?" He truly thought he’d never see you again, and that thought was killing him. Right now, seeing you and not being able to hug you hurt him. It literally hurt physically not being able to touch you, hold you, feel you. His chest ached and his joints felt tight, but seeing you eased his soul.
You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t lie to him and tell him you’d been fine because you hadn’t been.
"I don’t think we should talk, Han." Saying his name made your heart race. It was silly how easily you lost your head over him.
"I missed you so much, it hasn’t been easy," he lowered his head a little and clenched his fists in frustration. "I hope you’ve been okay."
You felt horrible, wanting to cry and simply hug him. Knowing that he’d been as bad as you ruined your day. Deep down, you hoped he’d forgotten about you with another girl and that you’d just been something temporary. You couldn’t stand the idea of him suffering too.
You stayed staring at each other. Both bodies reacted differently, but both longed for each other.
Minho, who had passed by the door when you and Han started talking, watched you both seriously, arms crossed. When Han approached you, he almost went to hit him, but when he saw your face, he stopped. You looked so affected.
Seeing how Han forced himself not to hug you and your face full of pity for not being able to kiss him made Minho angry. Seeing how much you both truly loved each other, he hated it, but he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t real either.
Then he approached you both. "What’s going on?" His tone was dry, arms still crossed.
"We just coincide," Han said without taking his eyes off you, as if he were afraid it was all just an illusion. Meanwhile, you looked confused, holding everything inside, and your sad expression hurt.
Minho sighed, annoyed and uncomfortable. He had spent nights convincing himself that this was the best for you, that distancing Han was the right decision. But seeing you like this… seeing how clearly affected you were, seeing how Han kept fighting for you, made him question everything.
Then he reconsidered if it was really just a whim.
"I can’t stop this, can I?" He murmured, still not fully convinced.
"What?" Y/N’s voice was trembling, full of surprise.
Minho sighed heavily "I still don’t like it, I still don’t trust Han completely, but I think you already know what you’re doing, and I’m not going to interfere with your decisions."
Han’s heart raced. "Does this mean we can...?"
"No, I don’t like it, and I’m not fully on board. And I swear to you, if you do anything to hurt her, I’ll literally kill you," Minho said with a threatening expression and an authoritative voice.
Han smiled. "I won’t. I couldn’t hurt her."
Minho looked at you and sighed. "I just hope you know what you’re doing."
"I’m sure," you smiled genuinely for the first time in a while. Minho noticed and took that as confirmation that it was the right thing to do.
He muttered something about needing coffee to get rid of the bad taste of seeing Han’s face, making you laugh, and then left.
Han looked at you with so much love, wanting to make things right. He sat down with you.
"Tell me you’re not going to run and avoid me again," he murmured softly.
"I’m not running from you anymore," you rolled your eyes, smiling.
"God, I won't let you go again"
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English is not my first language so if you see a mistake let me know.
I couldn't write for a while, sorryy T-T, i promise to be more active.
Hii! Can u write one where ur minhos older sister and ur daring jisung and he walks in on jisung blowing ur back out and make it dramatic ❤️I love ur writing and u don't have to write this if u don't want too<3
Han jisung x Reader
Genre: angst, hurt, smut, Fluff.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Insults, Verbal degradation, Hidden Relationship, Humiliation,
I'm so sorry I was literally seconds away from posting this and realized I hadn't replied to you.
:(((🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I hope you read it and enjoy it, I'm not sure if you meant something like that but I tried.
Plot: Y/N, Minho's older sister, is off-limits to Jisung, but slowly they begin to cross the line in the worst way possible.
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Minho has always been there for you. Even though you were his older sister, he treated you like a child. You two always had each other; you weren’t like just any siblings, your bond was one of pure trust and love.
Minho wouldn’t let his friends get close to you, always fearful that someone might hurt you. He only trusted his best friend, Han, with whom he had grown up and to whom he had complete trust. He made him promise that he would never try to hurt you, promising never to cross that line.
"Do you want to come with me today? My parents are hosting a dinner at our house. You know we consider you one of the family," Minho said while watching Han chat on his phone.
"Of course I’ll come, I couldn’t miss your mom’s cooking," Han smiled, still not looking up from his phone.
"Someone's busy... Is it another one?" Minho smirked. He knew Han well, a true charmer who always had girls at his feet, never missing the chance to be with anyone.
Han smiled proudly and went to his room.
Once locked in, he threw himself on the bed. The smile on his face wasn’t because of the girl he was chatting with, but because today he would see you. He knew it was wrong, but he had been drooling over you since the moment he met you. You were his first love, his first impure thoughts. The first time his heart raced was with you. It had always been you, but he understood there was a line he couldn’t cross.
The night came, and both of them went to Minho’s parents’ house.
When Han saw you, his heart started racing; you looked beautiful, as always.
"Wahh noona, I haven’t seen you in a while," Han greeted you with a smile.
"That’s your fault! You never come to visit me," you said, pretending to be annoyed, but happy to see him. Han had always flirted with you, and while you knew it was friendly, it had confused you many times.
"We’ve been so busy. If you want, you can come over on Tuesday, and we’ll spend the day together," Minho smiled at you, you were his treasure.
"Then I’ll see you on Tuesday," you said, you missed him a lot; his idol life meant you couldn’t see him as often.
You sat down to eat. Han had always been like family to your parents. Minho trusted him so much that it was no exaggeration to say they grew up together.
Dinner went wonderfully. You volunteered to do the dishes, and Han went to help you.
"You have no idea how much I miss you, noona, being without the love of my life is hard," Han pouted, making you blush.
"Yeah, sure, you’re Han Jisung, you must’ve suffered so much because of me," you said sarcastically, knowing that Han had a long list of women in his life. At first, it hurt, but now you’d learned to deal with it.
"Come on, you know you’re my only girl," he winked at you playfully, making you nervous. Without meaning to, you cut yourself with the knife you were washing.
"Ah!" you gasped at the sharpness, seeing the blood run.
"Noona!" Han grabbed your hand, panic in his voice, and rushed to find the first aid kit. Once he had it, he took out the disinfectant and a band-aid.
"It’s gonna hurt a bit," he looked at you, waiting for your approval. You nodded, and he sprayed disinfectant on the cut. You grimaced from the sting. When it dried, he placed the band-aid.
"You need to be more careful," Han kept holding your hand.
"Just you’re telling me that? As a kid, you always came home scraped, and I had to take care of you," you smiled at the nostalgia. Han had been a troublemaker in his youth, always getting into fights and rarely coming out of them unscathed, so you were the one who had to patch him up.
"You were always so sweet to me," he looked into your eyes, his gaze soft, completely melting for you. He kissed your hand, making you blush. "I need to stop making you nervous, or you’ll slice a finger off."
"Do you have healing kisses?" You looked at him with raised eyebrows, trying to hide your nervousness.
"No, but I can’t resist if it’s you," he switched back to his playful tone. You finished doing the dishes and started putting them away.
Han moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours in a very suggestive way that couldn’t have been an accident.
"Sorry, I need to put this dish there," he smiled and practically launched himself on top of you to place the dish on your side, taking your waist in the process.
You were very nervous. He used to tease you like this, but never let it go this far.
After leaving the kitchen, you stayed a bit longer talking with your family until it was time to leave.
Your cheeks ached from smiling so much.
The line was becoming blurry.
On Tuesday, Minho got sick and felt bad for canceling your plans. So, he asked Han to pick you up so at least you could watch a movie together.
"Han, could you pick up Y/N noona? Sorry for asking, but I don’t want to cancel on her," Minho’s voice was raspy due to the sore throat.
"Of course, Hyung, don’t worry," Han placed his hand on Minho’s shoulder.
"Thanks for always being there for me, Han," Minho smiled weakly, feeling exhausted.
You got ready to meet them, expecting to see Jisung honestly. You waited by the door, but were surprised not to see Minho’s car. A car parked in front of your house, and when the window rolled down, you saw Han. You instantly got nervous, feeling your legs turn to jelly.
You approached the car, and Han opened the door for you.
"After you, noona," he invited you into the passenger seat with a playful tone.
"How chivalrous," you said with irony as you sat down.
"Why didn’t Minho come?" You looked at him as he sat down and closed the door.
"He’s sick, but didn’t want to cancel on you, so I came instead. Much better, right?" He smiled playfully.
"My lucky day!" you teased him.
"Hey! I know you’re happy it’s me!" Han began to drive.
"Is Minho really that sick?" You started to get worried; he didn’t usually get sick, but when he did, it was always bad.
"He’s just feeling down, but he’ll be fine," Han reassured you.
The ride was silent but not uncomfortable. You kept admiring his profile, his focused gaze on the road, and how his hands gripped the steering wheel. He was very attractive.
Then Han let out a laugh.
"Clean up the drool," he teased you, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
You blinked, realizing you’d been staring.
"I wasn’t looking at you!" You snapped, frustrated at how easy it was for him to make you nervous.
"I think you were looking at me," he said with a grin.
"Mm, I think you’re too confident, Jisung," you replied, rolling your eyes, trying to hide your attraction to him.
"Are you sure? You knew I have the power to make girls fall for me," he smirked arrogantly.
"I don’t believe you," you shot back.
"Then I’ll prove it to you..." He said almost in a whisper, suddenly slamming the brakes.
You looked at him, confused. He leaned in close, placing his hand on your thigh, caressing the fabric of your jeans. He was only inches away, his breath on your lips, and then he pulled back.
"Noona, did anyone ever tell you that you look really cute when you’re nervous?" He smiled victoriously, enjoying the effect he had on you. He started driving again, pulling his hand off your thigh.
You felt lost in his game, still stunned by how bold he was, and how you couldn’t deny him.
When you arrived at his house, you went straight to check on Minho.
"You really look awful," you teased.
"Your little brother is dying, and you find it funny," he pouted indignantly.
"Do you feel really bad?" you asked, concerned. His nose and ears were red, his eyes were watery. You hated seeing him sick.
"It’s just a cold," he replied weakly, but you knew he’d be fine soon.
"Are you taking any medicine? This is what happens when you’re always barefoot! You need to bundle up!" You scolded him.
"Noona! I promise I’m fine," you had always been a good older sister, taking care of him whenever he was sick.
"I’m sorry I can’t stay with you. I wouldn’t want you to catch it," he looked at you, a little sad, wanting to be with you.
"You can hang out with Jisung. I know it’s not the same, but I don’t think you’ll get too bored," he trusted Han to make you feel comfortable.
"Don’t worry, just rest and don’t worry about anything," you petted his head for a while. When you saw he was asleep, you went to the living room, letting him rest.
"I feel bad too, noona, I need some cuddles," Han’s usual teasing tone came.
"You'll have to settle for wanting, Jisung." you sat beside him, dismissing his flirtation.
He started leaning closer to you. "Maybe I should cuddle you a little," he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. Han really planned to do that and leave you alone, but feeling your scent so close was irresistible.
He placed a sweet kiss on your neck, enjoying your soft skin and your scent that drove him crazy.
"H-Han?" your voice trembled as his lips felt so warm, and you didn’t know how to react.
He sighed, wanting to pull back but his body betrayed him. "Please tell me to pull away..." his voice was low. He would only stop if you asked him to, otherwise, he couldn’t keep denying his desire for you. He continued placing kisses on your neck.
You closed your eyes, sinking into his touch, enjoying every kiss he left on you, feeling cared for and desired. Your cheeks burned, and your heart raced. You wanted to tell him to stop, to have him leave and pretend nothing had happened. But you couldn’t.
Han separated after a few more kisses, nervously looking into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. There was nothing but desire in your eyes, and it was clear.
"N-noona..." The confidence was no longer in his words, he was afraid you would pull away or that he had made you uncomfortable.
You couldn’t look at him without thinking that Minho was in the room next door.
"This was wrong," you had a lump in your throat, frustrated with yourself for enjoying it and frustrated with Jisung for letting himself go.
"You didn’t ask me to pull away, noona, I know you liked it," he hated that you tried to hide your emotions, and he felt hurt when you rejected him. He placed his hand on top of yours, seeking contact.
You pulled your hand away. "Han, you know we can’t do this." You knew you wanted it; knowing that he wanted it too excited you, but you knew it was wrong.
"I’ve wanted to be with you since the moment I saw you, and I know I can’t go on like nothing happened after knowing you want it too."
"Han, I need to think," you were so confused, you didn’t understand why it had to be so complicated.
The line became transparent
Han accepted it, and the following days were spent thinking, both analyzing every possibility. Until you decided not to keep hiding what you felt, so you met up and promised to take it slow.
That’s how a secret relationship began, seeing each other whenever you could. And although you promised to go slow, the years of wanting each other made it harder.
You spent months seeing each other in secret. Minho never suspected Han, thinking he had found a new girl to play around with.
Minho invited you to sleep at his house. You were a little nervous about staying at the house that was also Han’s, knowing it would be hard for both of you to hold back all night.
When you arrived, Minho had prepared a delicious dinner. Everything felt normal, it was fun, and it was always so nice spending time together, just like when you were kids.
"I'm in the mood for some soju and karaoke, what do you think?" He smiled mischievously when you gave your approval and went to grab the drinks.
You laughed lightly. "You’re still a kid," you looked at Minho with adoration, he’s such a good person, and you felt so lucky to be his sister.
It was already past midnight, the three of you had laughed all night, and the alcohol was making everyone act silly. It had been a lovely evening.
"If I stay a little longer, I’ll end up falling asleep on the couch, and you don’t want to see that," Minho barely made sense, stumbling toward his room.
"This kid, go to your room, alcoholic," you laughed as you saw him almost trip, taking erratic steps toward his room.
As soon as you heard his door close, you had Han kissing you deeply. The alcohol made him even more reckless.
The kiss was needy, full of desire and pent up passion.
As you pulled away Han went straight to your neck, giving you wet kisses, sucking and biting some purple love marks.
“H-hannie” you wanted him so badly it was starting to get annoying. You threw your head back, giving him more access to your neck. You weren't thinking clearly, what were you supposed to say to Minho when he saw you with hickeys the next day?
“Noona, I need you” his deep voice full of desire had started to cause a problem in your panties.
You gasped softly, you needed him so much, you felt a burning heat in your chest, you needed to feel him inside you, you needed him to claim you as his.
Your gasp encouraged him to go further, "Let's go to my room" he gave you one last kiss on the jaw before leading you to his room.
Already in his room he closed the door by pushing it with his foot, without stopping kissing you. He began to undress you, leaving you completely naked, he stripped off his clothes and placed you on his bed, lying face up.
He kissed every inch of exposed skin, your breasts with purple marks full of warm saliva, your nipples erect and wet, you could still feel his tongue swirling around them. He made a tour of your abdomen, adoring you with every kiss and touch. He reached your thighs, biting and kneading them.
Your lips were red from the pressure you were biting them with, your throat hurt from not being able to moan loudly.
"You're so beautiful" he ran his tongue down your thigh until he reached your pussy, making you sigh. "You're so damn irresistible" he spoke softly, moving his hands up to your breasts, still giving them attention, touching you all the while. He was proving something.
“I always fantasized about having you like this noona” he gave a kitten lick at your entrance, making you close your eyes tightly. "When I first saw you I understood that the others were all silly girls and you were a beautiful woman" he gave another pussy lick, enjoying the taste of your wetness.
"You always tempted me, walking around with your tits without a bra around the house, do you know what it's like to be a puberty seeing your crush like that? You made my cock so tense that I masturbated with your image for weeks" he lowered a hand, beginning to probe your entrance with two fingers.
You swallowed your moans, leaving audible little gasps of desperation, he was playing with you so torturously and you couldn't help but drip for him.
He put his other hand on your mouth knowing you were going to moan loudly and he started to eat your pussy. He felt your warm breath on his hand and the vibration of your moan. His fingers on your clit, making everything more pleasurable. Han was babbling drunk on you.
"You taste so damn good" he panted and dived back in and your wetness. "Shit, you're going to be my downfall" he was still in your pussy, enjoying your fluids staining his chin.
You were fighting with your life not to start moaning and crying at the top of your lungs, it made you feel so fucking good and you couldn't even moan.
He came out from between your legs and kissed you, mixing his saliva and your wetness in the kiss, it was a messy kiss, with laughter in between. They were clumsy and desperate, it seemed like the first time they kissed.
Han leaned close to your ear, "tell me you want this, noona please, ask for it" he was so desperate, his voice barely audible.
You gasped, "Han, I want it, please I need you to fuck me" you replied in a pleading whisper.
He gave you a kiss on the cheek and then he got on top of you, putting your hands on your head, grabbing both of them with one hand.
He put his head on your neck and with his other hand he positioned his hard cock at your entrance, with that same hand he covered your mouth once again, you hugging his waist between your thighs keeping him as close as possible.
Then he began to penetrate you, it was slow, he wanted to feel you stretch, leave his cock mark on your soft walls, mold you to use you whenever he wanted.
"Ahh fuck~" he panted into your neck, sinking deeper to suppress his noises.
You closed your eyes tightly, your hands struggled to move and you wanted so badly to moan and beg, to cry to him, to humiliate yourself and ask him to destroy you.
When he hit bottom he stayed there for a few seconds, sighing into your neck.
"I want to ruin you so bad, you know I would if your brother wasn't two doors down" he kissed your neck, "I'm gonna make you mine, noona I've wanted to do this for so long" he started to penetrate you, it was slow but deep, giving strong thrusts.
You had tears running down your cheeks, everything was too much, his breath on your neck, his hand in your mouth, the other one holding your hands showing the dominance he had over you and his cock pounding you mercilessly. The best part was that he was the one who made you feel that way.
Feeling your tears touch his hand he began to whisper between gasps, "are you going to be a good girl and be quiet if I take my hand out of your mouth?" You nodded desperately as you let go. When he took out his hand you took a breath feeling the pressure on your throat
He put his hand on your waist, handling your body as he pleased.
"You're so dumb on my cock, you're so cute" he kissed you on the cheek, "I didn't know my noona was such a slut for me, you let me use you however I want and you don't resist, always so good for me" he gave you a short kiss on the lips.
With every word he let out he made you squeeze around him more, you felt like his cock was reaching all the places, feeling so full.
You began to moan and gasp, cutting into your own voice in an attempt not to be loud but it's hard when you're being fucked so good.
Han started using your hands as leverage, making his thrusts harder.
The effort to not make noise made you cry, he ran his tongue through your tears while still thrusting into you.
"You're mine, now, after, you always were, even before I had you, you were already mine." Each word accented by an onslaught. You could only gasp and nod. You were both so focused on not making a sound that you didn't notice Minho's footsteps.
“Jisung, are you fucking kidding me? I told you not to fuck your girls with the door open, bro, Y/N is here, have some respect,” Minho said angrily, hearing the sighs and moans when he went to the bathroom. He was in a bad mood; they had already had this conversation more times than usual. So, he wasn’t going to ask before going in to scold him.
As soon as they heard his voice, Han pulled away from you so fast it hurt them both. Before they could think about anything, Minho was already at the door, coldly staring at them. Han was barely covering himself with his T-shirt, and you were covering yourself with a blanket.
Minho’s face was pure indignation; he had never been so angry in his life. His face felt like it was burning, his jaw clenched tightly, his fists begging to smash Han’s face.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” His eyes went straight to Jisung, looking at him with hatred and disappointment.
Han was pale, talking embarrassed him, what the hell was he supposed to say? “Hyu—” Minho interrupted him.
“Don’t even think about talking to me if you don’t want me to literally kill you,” his fists were clenched, knuckles white, proving Minho’s words.
His eyes were full of rage, so angry he felt like he might vomit. “You got tired of the sluts you fuck, so it was easier to get with my sister?” His gaze turned to you. You were on the verge of tears, the words wouldn’t come out, and you felt so embarrassed.
He looked back at Jisung. “Are you happy now? You turned her into just another one on your list.” He started clapping sarcastically. “Out of all the ones you could’ve had, you went for the one you knew would hurt me. You’re a fucking sicko,” he was disgusted, his words filled with hatred and fury that was burning through them.
“You know you’re a piece of shit, right? You’re just another one who spreads her legs for him like a whore,” he spat venom. Tears fell down your cheeks, and you couldn’t stop them. You didn’t want to cry, but it felt hypocritical, and you couldn’t control it.
“Oh, and now you cry like you’re a victim. I don’t know what disgusts me more, seeing you roll around like a whore or knowing you were stupid enough to fall into Jisung’s hands.”
Jisung turned to look at you, your eyes in shock, your cheeks covered in tears, and your hands shaking. He didn’t know if it hurt more to hear Minho’s words or to see you like this.
“Who’s next? Chan? Hyunjin? Changbin? Who else are you going to sleep with like a bitch? You know you’re nothing, right? Just another stupid slut, now you’re Jisung’s whore, just like a thousand other disgusting bitches.”
“Enough! Stop treating her like that!” Han, knowing he wasn’t in a position to say anything, had the nerve to counterattack.
“And how the hell do you want me to treat her? I just found her like a bitch in your fucking bed!”
“She’s your sister, show some respect,” Minho let out a bitter laugh and crossed his arms.
“Respect her by fucking her in secret like a bitch? This is how you treat them all, but you went too far when you did it to my sister.” He wasn’t even looking at Han, his gaze was on you, full of repulsion.
“Minho, I love her. She’s not just another one, I really love her,” your heart stopped hearing those words, it wasn’t the time or place.
“You love her? How long have you been lying to me like I’m some idiot? How long have you been doing this shit?” Every word Jisung said literally made the situation worse.
“We’ve been seeing each other for months,” Han lowered his head.
“You’re unbelievable. I don’t ever want you to speak to me again in my fucking life, and if I see you near her or my family, I’ll make sure you regret it.” He said, looking at Jisung, ending their years-long friendship.
“And you, I don’t even know what to say to you. I expected more from you, you disgust me. I don’t want you to talk to me again either.” Minho had never said anything so hurtful to you.
He left, slamming the door aggressively, and you could hear the next door to his room slam shut as well.
Crossed the fucking line
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English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes let me know. 🙏🏻
To be honest, I got carried away writing a lot... Sorry. :((
An anon asked for this but I forgot to reply to his request, thanks anyway 🫶🏻
Hyunjin has a serious problem with cute aggression, especially when it comes to you.
• For example, in the mornings
"Good morninggg" you said without opening your eyes, still half asleep, smiling when you woke up feeling Hyunjin hugging you.
"AHH, HOW CAN YOU BE SO CUTE?!" Hyunjin felt like the luckiest person in the world for having you as the first thing he saw when he woke up. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and started showering you with kisses all over your face.
"Hyunjin, wait" you said between laughs, trying to pretend you were annoyed.
"Why?" Five kisses on your right cheek. "How can you be that...?" Another three kisses on your left cheek. "Freaking gorgeous." Lots and lots of sweet kisses on your lips.
When he finally let you go, you were dazed from the overwhelming amount of aggressive affection he had just given you.
"You’re so weird..." you gave him a look, but the smile on your lips betrayed you.
• Or at breakfast
You were eating together while watching a drama.
You were so focused on how the characters were fighting over the female lead, dipping your cookies in milk without even looking and bringing them to your mouth, surprised by the plot twist.
Hyunjin felt like he was going to die from love.
He started making whiny noises, making you look at him immediately.
"Babe, what’s wrong?" you asked, concerned.
"I’m going to cry because you’re so cute" he laughed while trying to continue his fake crying act.
You rolled your eyes.
"I literally didn’t do anything..." you said, not understanding his reaction.
"That’s why I want to cry! How can you look so cute doing literally nothing? I hatelove you so much."
Before you could escape, he hugged you from behind, holding you tightly while kissing your neck.
• Also, when you smile
That day, Hyunjin had brought you flowers without reason. When he gave them to you, you thanked him and smiled.
Big mistake.
"HYUNJIN, ARE YOU CRAZY?" you ran for your life. Hyunjin had just whispered, "I’m going to bite your cheeks off." What was wrong with him??
"Come on, please! I need to vent. You can’t smile that cutely and expect me not to want to bite your cheeks" he pouted while following you. He caught up to you.
"Hyunjin, what the hell…?" You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was so in love it was starting to get weird.
Then he began to gently bite your cheeks, leaving sweet kisses on them afterward.
• Let’s not forget when you wear his hoodie
After taking a shower, you went for the coziest outfit you could find to stay at home. That warm hoodie of Hyunjin’s looked so inviting, so you put it on.
"Are you trying to kill me...?" he murmured with wide, deer-like eyes, mouth slightly open, looking you up and down.
"Huh?" you looked at him confused.
You blinked, and he was already messing up your hair.
"AHGGG!! You look so cute. Keep all my clothes if you want" he genuinely looked like he was about to explode.
At first, you fought him off, but in the end, you just gave up.
• When you sleep
Hyunjin got home late from work, exhausted and missing you. He opened the door and nearly cried from love.
You were sleeping on the couch, hugging a Jiniret, your mouth slightly open, your lashes pointing down, a little drool at the corner of your lips, your hair beautifully messy.
If it weren’t for the fact that you’d kill him for waking you up, he would have already been on top of you, hugging you and not letting go.
He doesn’t know how, but he restrained himself. He just took a picture and set it as his wallpaper.
• But when you’re doing nothing, that’s his favorite
You were watching TikTok on the couch when, out of nowhere, you felt Hyunjin’s weight crushing you.
"AABSSBSBAHJABABAHAJABABW" he babbled nonsense and started biting your arm.
"Bro, wtf?" you looked at him amused. "Can you explain what’s happening now?" you raised an eyebrow.
"BSBSNDBANZ" he responded, then began kissing your face desperately.
"I just hope you don’t have rabies…"
( There are thousands of situations like this, but it would be an infinite post)
•When you’re cooking and he comes up behind you, trapping you and leaving you no way to escape while hugging you.
•When he sees you doing your makeup and can’t resist kissing your lips carelessly, just because your lipstick made him fall in love and he needs to have that pink from YOUR lips.
•When you come out of the shower and he grabs your cheeks for at least 10 minutes, making your face turn red.
•When you sneeze and he swears you’re a kitten. When you wrinkle your nose, he probably fainted.
•Etc.
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English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake, please let me know. 🙏🏻
I'm just a girl in love with Hyunjin and his cute aggression attacks. 😭🫠
Warnings: Unprotected sex, breast play, cum inside, domination, praise, marks, etc.
Genre: Smut, NSFW.
Summary: Felix invites you over to his place, but he's too absorbed in his video game. You need to find a way to get his attention.
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"Die you stupid!"
Video game sounds echoed around the room as Felix played his favorite game. He wasn't exactly the best at it and was now struggling with all his might to kill another player.
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT?!" he yelled, frustrated, seeing that he had been eliminated.
"Lix, what's the point of playing so much if you're so bad?" You mocked from the other side of the bed.
He turned to look at you, frowning.
"What are we going to do after you're done playing?" you asked, bored. You and Felix were friends, and he had invited you over to his house supposedly because he missed you, but he didn't even pay attention to you because he was stuck in that stupid game.
"Mm, I don't know," he replied disinterestedly, starting another game. He probably didn't even consider the idea of stopping playing.
You couldn't understand how he could be such a loser. He had a girl madly in love with him in his bed, and yet he preferred to play video games. Was he joking?
You were one more game away from going home, so you started teasing him, hoping for at least a little bit of his attention.
You put one leg on his back and started pushing him lightly with your feet.
"Liiiix, I'm bored," you complained in a spoiled voice.
"I promise I'll play a few more games and we'll do something else. I can't stop right now when I'm getting better," he said, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his lip, focused on the screen.
You didn't want to wait. You sat on his back and started jumping slightly. Your skirt rode up a little, but you didn't pay it any mind.
"Lixieee," you insisted with a pout.
“Y/N, just wait a while,” he replied without taking his eyes off the game. His indifference was starting to bother you.
You approached his arm and rested your chest against it.
“Lixieee,” you repeated, waiting for some reaction.
As soon as he felt you, his cheeks turned red and a smile appeared on his lips.
“Aren’t you going to be patient?” He muttered before releasing the controller, letting it fall to the side. Then he looked at you seriously. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to play with a whiner rubbing her tits against my arm?”
You blushed instantly. You just wanted his attention, but not in that way… or at least not this time.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you said, jerking away for fear of making him uncomfortable.
“Of course, you didn’t mean to,” he replied wryly, not even looking you in the eyes. His attention was fixed on your chest.
“I thought of something so you wouldn’t be bored,” he said with a mischievous smile, biting his bottom lip.
Before you could react, he lunged at you and kissed you deeply. At first you froze, but then you tried to keep up with him. He dominated the kiss with ease. He placed one hand on your cheek and pulled you towards him, while the other rested on your waist.
When he pulled away, you were still confused. Where had all that come from?
Before you could speak, you felt his lips trail down to your jaw.
"Were you that needy for attention?" He whispered before running his tongue over the kiss he had just left on you, sending shivers down your spine. “You're so bratty,” he added, trailing wet kisses to your collarbones.
"I-I just wanted you to be with me," you stammered. The innocence in your words contrasted with the feeling of your neck wet from his saliva.
In response, he began to give you a hickey, biting and sucking on your soft skin. You let out a gasp.
His kisses reached the neckline of your shirt. The hand he had on your waist went inside your shirt slowly pulling it up, making sure you felt his warm fingers on your skin.
"You're going to be good and take off your shirt" his deep tone of voice made his words sound more authoritative.
Being the good girl you are, you obeyed and took off your shirt, leaving your breasts visible covered only by your bra.
"Whoa, you're amazing. You wore the cutest bra for me didn't you? All for me," his hands cupping your breasts over the lacy blue bra. He began to massage them, squeezing and moving them.
His dilated pupils and the way he ran his tongue over his lip showed how excited he was.
He began to kiss your breasts, licking long strips, biting gently and sucking, leaving some purple love mark.
You were fascinated by how amazed he was by your breasts, he couldn't keep his mouth away from you and it wasn't exactly a problem.
He ran a hand down your back, easily unhooking your bra. As he pulled it down he felt his mouth water and without waiting any longer he joined his lips to your nipples. Biting one and squeezing the other between his thumb and index finger.
You were starting to feel an discomfort between your legs that only grew with Felix's desperation for your breasts, starting to form a wetness in your underwear.
“Mmh,” you gasped loudly as Felix switched nipples, starting to lick it like it was ice cream. Your very hard nipples were literally irresistible for him.
"You like it that much?" He smiled with your nipple between his teeth, "You're happy now that you have my attention, aren't you?" His voice even huskier from the excitement made you clench your thighs.
Noticing this he left your chest and used his hands to separate your legs, "I want you to answer me when I talk to you" you wanted to close your legs and rub yourself, burying his head in your breasts again.
"I'm going to ask again. Are you happy now that you have my attention?" He looked at you expectantly.
“Y-yes, please continue” you begged whiningly, your eyebrows curled making your eyes more vulnerable.
"Good, what a good girl" he gave you a tender kiss on the cheek before continuing to suck on your tits. The hand that separated your legs now massaged your thigh, slowly entering your intimate area with ease through your skirt.
You were soaked, all wet staining your underwear, he had only played with your tits and you were already dripping. The sensitivity you had made him hallucinate.
He created friction with his hand, caressing you over your underwear. "You're really anxious," he said without letting go of your overstimulated nipples, beginning to caress your clit over the fabric. "Ahh Lix" you closed your eyes in pleasure, his skilled hands playing with your pussy making you feel wetter and wetter.
“Lix please,” moving your hips in circles, rubbing yourself against his hand, you bit your bottom lip hard in an attempt to stop yourself from sounding so pathetic.
"No, be patient or I'll go get the controller and keep playing" he continued torturing you with his hand slowly, very slowly caressing you.
You forced yourself to keep your hips still, trying to fix your gaze on something else so you wouldn't die trying to keep from rubbing yourself against Felix's hand. Then your eyes could see how Felix's member was starting to harden.
Felix pulled your panties down, delighted by the wet spot you left on them. He brought them to his nose and inhaled, feeling the scent of your arousal, causing him to gasp.
"You smell so good, I'm sure you taste even better" he smiled as he heard your pleading moan.
Determined to eat you, he buried his head between your legs, your skirt covering his head leaving him out of your vision, you could only feel him.
He started giving kitten licks to the inside of your thigh, he was torturing you and he loved it, the sounds you let out were music to his ears.
Once he found your center he inhaled, bringing his nose to your clit, somewhat eagerly running his tongue along your entrance, licking it like it was ice cream.
“Ahg Lix” you whimpered, still holding on to the urge to literally ride his face.
Your response fascinated him, he kept licking you, starting to penetrate you with his tongue. His nose lightly brushed against your clit but it wasn’t enough, he decided to make small, slow swirls on your clit, licking long strips along your entrance and focusing on your clit.
You were literally in heaven, it felt so good, the way he moved his tongue and you felt his warm saliva making you sigh.
“It feels s-so good” you moaned in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. You could see his already formed erection and thinking about having him inside you was driving you crazy.
“Lix please” you threw your head back and begged not to lose your composure, avoiding wrapping your thighs around his head.
“What do you ask for?” He started eating you out sloppily, making your words unable to form properly.
“Ahh Lix please” he was eating you out so messily that saliva was running down his chin.
“Please fuck me please” tears stung your eyes, you were so needy for him, you needed him deep and hard in you.
Felix kissed your pussy before stepping out from between your thighs, the image of his reddened face highlighting his freckles, his swollen red lips, better yet his chin covered in saliva and your fluids. You could have cum just from his image.
Felix started kissing you, making you taste your own flavor, while his quick hands pulled down his pants along with his underwear, when he managed to do so he pulled your skirt down with one jerk.
During the kiss he took your hand and brought it to his crotch, making you feel how hard he was, he pulled away leaving you dumb.
"Look what you did, all for being a spoiled brat in need of attention" he squeezed your hand making you caress his cock.
"Since you're so needy, you're going to orgasm on your own," he smiled mischievously before grabbing you by the waist, leaving you floating over his lap. He grabbed his cock and lined it up at your entrance.
"You're so damn tight" he bit his lip as he felt you slowly go down.
The stretch hurt but you were so needy that you shrugged it off, after a few seconds you managed to join his pelvis, moaning throughout the process.
When he hit bottom he let out a grunt of satisfaction, you were very tight and doing it without a condom allowed him to feel your rubbery walls around him.
"A-ahh you fill me s-so good" you felt his hard cock inside you, stretching you deliciously, feeling you so full of him.
Then Felix tightened his grip on your hip, forcing you to move, you started to ride him slowly, totally controlled by him.
You both moaned from the pleasure the other's body gave you, you fit so well. Felix made you go up and down faster, accompanied by his hips rising to penetrate you.
Your tits were literally jumping, Felix was definitely not going to waste the opportunity. He attached his mouth to one of your tits, biting and sucking it, growling over it.
You couldn't stop moaning and panting, his cock hitting you right where it should, the sound of your fluids coming together was disgusting, every time you went up you looked at the ring of cream you left on Felix's cock.
"Are you close? We'll cum together or I won't let you cum" he began to masturbate your clit.
It was too much, his mouth on your tits, his hand on your clit and his cock drilling you inside. You were seconds away from cumming.
“Mhh Felix,” you started to squeeze him harder, “I need to cum please” your pleading moans made him want to explode inside you.
His hand picked up the pace and he started to penetrate you harder and faster.
“Felix!” You cum around him, bathing his cock in your juices, squeezing him deliciously, moaning loudly.
Felix started pounding into you hard, grunting as he felt how close he was. After a few more thrusts he cum inside you, filling you up with his cum. He kept penetrating you until the high passed, then he rested his head against your chest like a pillow.
“I love giving you attention” he laughed looking at you, still deep in the incredible orgasm he gave you.
"And I love your attention" you smiled and gave him a tender kiss. Felix withdrew slowly, watching his fluids mix in your center, he laid you down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"Let me clean you up" he looked for a wet towel and very gently began to clean you, showering you with praise.
"You were very good, you are a very pretty girl" he massaged your thigh trying to relax your muscles while he cleaned you, when he finished he changed the sheets and gave you one of his t-shirts.
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English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know. 🙏🏻
Being honest, I’m a fan of Sub Felix🤭, but I think that for my first smut with him, I preferred to go with a Dom Lixie.
It should have been published earlier, my apologies.💞
Thinking about how in no fic or written story does Changbin ever do anything bad or wrong. Do all Stays see Changbin as the "perfect man" to the point where it feels weird to write him doing something wrong? Whether he's your bias or not, we all die for Changbin. 🫠
How it is to spend Valentine's Day with a skz member x Reader:
-Hyung line-
Genre: Fluff, Headcanon, too sweet.
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Bangchan:
• Chan is an old-school romantic.
• He prepared everything for a perfect romantic dinner at the best restaurant.
• He literally planned it for months.
Chan dressed up in a suit and saw you in the red form-fitting dress he specially bought for the occasion. He picked you up at 9, arriving at your house with a bouquet of roses and a diamond necklace.
When you arrived at the restaurant, he ordered wine for both of you and your respective dishes.
Throughout the dinner, he was flirty and affectionate. Every other word, he told you how beautiful you looked and how much he loved you.
• He is hopelessly in love.
• After dinner, he invited you to his place.
• Upon arrival, he showered you with sweet kisses.
• He invited you to take a shower in his bathtub, where the hot water mixed with the warmth of your bodies. He made sure to kiss you everywhere.
"Did you know I love you so much?" he said between kisses. "I love everything about you, your beautiful face," he kissed your cheek. "Your delicious neck," he gave you a kiss on the neck. "Your delicate back," he kissed your back. And he continued like this with your chest, arms, legs, hands, etc.
After that, you both went to bed together, and he didn't let go of you until it was necessary.
It was definitely a beautiful night.
Lee Know:
• Minho isn’t usually so demonstrative; for him, just being the two of you at home would be a perfect night, but he wanted to show off for you.
• "Hey, we’re going on a date early today. Wait for me, kitten." That’s all he said to you.
• He made a list of his favorite things; he didn’t feel like you had to do anything different just because of the date, just activities that both of you enjoyed together.
He picked you up at 10 AM, wearing a black hoodie and gray jeans, and wearing the matching bracelet you both have. His first stop was a cat café; you both stayed there for a while, laughing together and adoring the beautiful cats.
• Whenever he had the chance, he took photos of you.
The second stop was a convenience store (don’t judge him 🙏🏻). He picked up all sorts of snacks, and after that, you both would go to his house to watch anime. It might not seem fun, but watching him so focused would make you like it.
• He’d lay on top of your chest watching the anime, complaining whenever you stopped giving him hair strokes.
• When he got bored, he would start a playful kiss battle that would end with him biting your lip cutely.
• To finish the day, you both would make dinner together, him behind you, placing his hands on your waist, and you on his shoulder whenever you had the chance.
“Mmm, that smells good,” he said, burying his nose in your neck.
“But we’re just starting to cook,” you said, smiling lovingly.
“Who’s talking about the food?” He kissed your neck and continued cooking.
After dinner, he’d rush to his room, and when he returned, he’d hand you a bouquet of purple flowers and something you casually mentioned wanting. Maybe a stuffed animal, a dress, or anything. He literally bought it as soon as you mentioned it.
Changbin:
• He’s perfect :((
• He spent the night before with you, wanting to wake up and see you first.
• He told you that you were going out together, helped you dry your hair, do your makeup, and zipped up your dress.
• He’s the king of compliments: “How am I so lucky to be your boyfriend?” “Wow, are you real or just a figment of my imagination, the woman of my dreams?” and more sweet things that melt your heart <3.
He took you to a thousand expensive stores, bought things like perfumes, clothes, and jewelry, but what you didn’t know was that he was taking note of everything you touched to buy. When you saw him pay, you found a hundred items you hadn’t even considered.
• He took you on a quiet, non-fancy picnic.
• When he saw a street vendor passing by with flowers, he bought the entire basket.
“I’m not giving you this out of obligation or thinking that you can’t afford it. I just want to give the best to the best thing that happened to me in life,” literally a love arrow to the heart.
• By nightfall, he asked if you wanted to do something a little “silly”; he wanted a cliché sleepover night with skincare, movies, junk food, comfy clothes, and lots of cuddles.
You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw him in the pink face mask; you wanted to pinch his cheeks.
• You both watched a rom-com, and he hugged you the whole time.
• You ate the least healthy food and filled up until you were satisfied.
• You wore his clothes as pajamas, and he wore the comfiest thing he could find in his wardrobe.
• By the end of the night, you were curled up talking about random things.
Hyunjin:
• Literally love personified.
• He called you as soon as he woke up with “HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, MY PRECIOUS!” He literally startled you.
• He sent his driver to pick you up and take you to his place.
• When you arrived, you saw him holding a bouquet of flowers and a painting of those flowers he painted himself.
“So that when they wilt, you can still see them.”
• He’d ask you to wait while he gets ready, and when you saw him, you’d notice he had matched his outfit with yours.
“I love how you dress, but I feel like something’s missing,” he said thoughtfully. Then he pulled out two matching necklaces from his pocket. “This completes the look,” he placed the necklace on you, and then on himself.
• He invited you to have tea on a terrace just for the two of you.
• It was lovely and cozy, literally perfect.
• He took a picture of your matching necklaces and set it as his wallpaper.
• As evening came, he invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, having wine and the most delicious food on the menu.
• When you both got back to his house, he gave you a painting of your eyes.
• He gave you a jar of letters and told you to read them only when you missed him. The letters were full of adoration. He also gave you a cute bear plush, and he got one for himself to hug when he wasn’t there, and one for you to hug when you missed him (he’s so clingy and sweet).
At his house, he stuck to you like glue and kissed you for hours. While you were talking, he would just stare at your lips and, without saying anything, kiss you passionately for a while. You both watched a movie, and he took every opportunity to kiss you in the middle of scenes. You listened to music from his playlist he made for your relationship, and he kissed you every time the song changed. You were both lying down, about to fall asleep, and he couldn’t resist kissing you a bit more. Even when you woke up in the middle of the night, he gave you a sweet kiss and went back to sleep next to you.
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English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, let me know. 🙏🏻
It took me a while to post it, but I thought it was too good to discard.
Plot: Han takes a pill for his training, not realizing it’s viagra—let alone on the day he was going to see you.
Genre:smut, nsfw, Erotic Romance, PWP.
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of Viagra, sex under its influence, oral sex (m!receiving), no condom use, semen, penetration (m/f), praise, etc.
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Han had been fighting hard with the staff to be able to show off his body and tattoos. For this reason, he was preparing physically with great dedication. He never skipped a day at the gym, and it was obvious how much more muscular he had gotten.
He was now getting ready to train with Changbin. They were at his house, since Han had stayed over the night before; it had been too late for him to return home. To prepare his pre-workout shake, he used Changbin's stuff.
"Where do you have the creatine?" Han asked while rummaging through the drawer where Changbin kept his supplements.
"They are the transparent capsules" Changbin answered, focused on making his own pre-workout shake.
Han took his shake followed by the corresponding pills.
Everything was going well during the training. He was really satisfied with the results he was getting. For him, gaining muscle was easier, so in a short time he could already notice a noticeable difference.
As he was training, his alarm went off to remind him to take his intra-workout pill. He was committed to getting good and fast results, so he never missed a dose of vitamins or supplements.
“Hey, Bin, do you have any intra-workout pills?” Han asked, a little worried when he realized he hadn’t brought any.
“I think there’s L-Carnitine in my bag. Check it out and take one,” Changbin said, pointing to his gym bag.
Han walked over, opened the bag, and saw a mess of pills. Changbin definitely needed to be more organized. He assumed it was one of the white capsules, so he wasn’t too careful when taking one.
About 40 minutes later, after finishing his workout, he headed home. He was excited because he would see you today. They were having a sleepover. They weren’t a couple or anything, just best friends… although Han had been in love with you forever.
As he arrived, he started to feel strange. He was sweatier than usual, and as he looked in the mirror, he noticed his neck and ears were red. He brushed it off and went to take a shower, making sure he looked good for when you arrived.
After getting ready, however, he noticed that his face was still red, his heart was racing, and most worryingly… he had an erection. And it wasn't a regular one.
He didn't understand why, but his erection was strong and persistent.
Just as he was trying to do something to disguise it, he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill in his chest and his nervousness increased.
When he opened it, there you were, looking cute and radiant as always. But something was different. He no longer noticed how pretty your makeup or hair looked. He could only focus his attention on how your breasts stood out under the neckline of your blouse and how juicy your thighs looked under your skirt.
"Hey!" you greeted, smiling, and went over to hug him, like you always did.
"Hey, babe" he replied playfully, using the nickname he used to call you.
You smiled at him and walked into his house.
"I'm sorry if I look all dressed up, I just got back from an outing with friends. Could you lend me some comfortable clothes to sleep in?"
He felt his erection throb as he heard that. Just imagining you in his clothes was driving him crazy.
"Ah… yeah, yeah, I'll be right back," he stammered, hurrying to his room. He looked for one of his shirts and, upon returning, handed it to you.
You changed without a problem, leaving you only with the shorts that you were wearing under your skirt.
"Thanks, Ji," you said, turning around to show him how his clothes looked on you.
Was he drooling? He wasn't sure, but he was literally mesmerized by the way your breasts were poking out from under his shirt. He was going to lose control.
"Come on, let's find the movie," you said, sitting next to him on the couch and resting your head on his shoulder as he browsed through the options.
You picked a horror movie, his favorites. Han hoped it would distract him from you, but every time you freaked out and came closer, his erection throbbed harder. It had even started to hurt.
After a while, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you froze.
Han was on the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants, panting softly.
"Ha-Han?" you asked, approaching him cautiously. It was then that you noticed the wet spot on his clothes.
"Mmh… I'm s-sorry…" he mumbled, throwing his head back, unable to keep his hands away from his crotch.
"Han, wtf?", you said, a bit embarrassed, not fully understanding the situation.
"Please don't be mad… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it hurts so much…" he whispered with his eyes closed, wishing the earth would swallow him up.
Just then his cell phone rang. It was Changbin.
"Bro, I think you took one of my viagra pills. That, or one went missing… I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble."
"Are you kidding me?" Han almost screamed. "Why the hell would you have that in your bag? Ahg, it would kill you!" He hung up the call, frustrated.
Now everything made sense. At least for him.
You, on the other hand, were still standing in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
Han looked up and let out a gasp as he watched you fix your eyes on his erection. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly placed a cushion on his lap.
"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, feeling like crying from both the shame and the pain in his pants.
"Don't worry... I'll leave so you can, uh... fix that..." you said, looking away, your cheeks flushing.
"Please... stay..." he asked almost in a plea.
You hesitated for a second, but seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel a little sorry. And what was worse... you felt the wetness in your underwear since you noticed his bulge.
Han grunted as he felt you approach and pressed the cushion harder against himself.
“Does it hurt?” you asked, curious. You didn’t know if his gasps were from pain or pleasure.
“A lot…” he closed his eyes, rubbing himself more desperately.
You bit your lip. You hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Would you...want me to help you?"
Han felt his breath hitch.
“You don’t have to… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” but his hips contradicted his words. Not to mention the way his cock thrashed around in his pants.
But instead of answering, you placed a hand on top of his and pulled the cushion off his lap.
“I want to do it,” you whispered before leaning in and devouring his lips.
You could feel him holding back in the kiss, making hesitant movements, so you went deeper, mixing your tongues and sitting on top of his lap.
He couldn't help but growl into your mouth, the firmness with which he held your hips applying pressure having that slight relief that at the same time made him thirsty for more.
They got lost in the messy kiss, Han was already more confident and in control of the situation. As he pulled away he bit your lower lip in an attempt to chase you.
"Han~" you began to move your hips in circles, enjoying how his body reacted, feeling him so firm under you.
Han was so lost, he felt very high.
He was drowning in your neck, licking and biting every trace of visible skin.
"Han wait" you pulled away from the addictive sensation of his hot and wet tongue on your skin.
"Do you want to stop?" He said a little worried and disappointed, leaving a little space.
"No, I just want to make you feel good" you smiled and gave him a chaste kiss leaving him stunned.
You climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.
You gave his thigh a caress before pulling down his fly. Seeing the wet spot on his underwear made your mouth water. You gave his clothed cock a kiss and then a lick.
Han's hands clenching the couch, his white knuckles trying not to fuck your mouth madly.
You pulled his underwear down along with his pants to his ankles and felt the saliva pooling in your mouth.
His tanned cock with its red head very sensitive. It was shiny from the precum that bathed it excessively.
With your thumb you touched the slit of his head probing a little. You smiled at the gasps from him.
"Ahh~ Y/N don't play" he clenched his jaw a bit desperately.
You gave him a kitten lick along his length and then swirled around his tip, you felt that with so little he was close to his release.
You started jerking him off with your hands, mixing your licks and squeezes.
Han was literally struggling not to cum and that started to bother you. You took him in your mouth, sucking lightly and making a mess of saliva and his fluids.
“You look so cute like this,” he said, totally pleased by the way your chin was disgustingly dripping with saliva. His duality made you clench your legs, minutes ago he was all whiny begging like a bitch and the tone he let out was so different.
You let out a moan and took him deeper, making yourself gag.
"Mmh you like being good for me? I'm sure you were drooling seeing me hard" he put a hand on your head, gathering your hair in a handful.
You rolled your eyes and moaned again, not quite understanding if it was his tone that caused it or the simple fact of being him.
"You feel so fucking good, you have a very skilled little mouth" he threw his head back growling at your gasps.
Determined to make him cum you forced your poor throat accompanying with your hands squeezing and massaging his balls.
You felt his cock move in your mouth.
"Mmh Y/N w-wait" he tried to stop your movements, but you only stood firmer, watching him stagger was everything.
Out of instinct he pressed your head towards him, betrayed by his pleasure seeking body.
Then after a few more seconds he cum in your mouth with many thick loads straight to your throat.
The growl followed by a pornographic moan was beautiful. He threw his head back and let go of your head.
"Was it good?" You said smiling licking your cum stained corners.
"It was literally amazing" he smirked and covering his eyes with his arm.
"Thanks Y/N" he said looking at you and caressing your cheek with his thumb.
You snuggled into his hand lovingly until you saw him frown.
"What? You're still hard? How is that possible" you said stunned, he was still rock hard AFTER CUMMING.
"It's not really something I can help" he grimaced.
"It's a good thing" you said standing up.
"Hmm?" Han said confused looking at you.
"It would really be a shame if you left me wanting to fuck, I really appreciate that pill" you said biting your lip and pulling down your shorts along with your underwear.
Han followed your movements attentively, as if he was bewitched by your charm. Seeing your underwear on the floor he let out a gasp at the visible stain of arousal you had left.
"You're needy aren't you?" He smiled shamelessly as if it wasn't his cock that had been erect for over an hour.
He took off his shirt showing his tattoos, you had already seen them, but seeing them together with his needy cock is something different.
You followed his steps and undressed completely, he stretched out his hand, in a quick movement he left you on your knees on the couch, your face against the couch and your ass completely exposed to his mercy.
"I promise that after this I will take the time to adore you as you deserve" he said in your ear followed by a kiss on your cheek.
You felt your heart flutter.
"But now I'm going to use you however I want" he ran his tongue disgustingly across your cheek, dirtyly erasing the tender kiss he had left.
He took your moan as consent and positioned himself behind you.
"So cute, willing to help me even if she has to give me her body" he smacked your ass with his hard cock making you gasp. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning.
He spit on your entrance and without preparation pushed the tip in stretching you deliciously.
You both let out a gasp, the desire that was there making the pleasure double.
"You're so tight" he pushed himself in a little further and you could only moan begging for him to bottom out.
When he reached his base you arched your back and threw your head back.
"You're being so good for me" he began to give slow but deep thrusts.
"You don't know how many times I masturbated imagining having you like this for me" he growled.
In response you moaned and clenched around him.
He put his hand on your head pushing hard against the couch and began to penetrate you faster and harder.
You just moaned with each thrust totally lost in the way you felt every inch of his cock in your insides, the pain of his grip on your head making it even more pleasurable. You were completely at his mercy.
He put his other hand on your hip, helping him thrust more violently, moaning and grunting at how close his climax felt.
And before he had a chance to pull out of you, he cum deeply.
Feeling his hot cum fill you and his grunt you joined him in the climax moaning and clenching yourself choking his member against your rubbery walls now painted white.
You were so exhausted you could only gasp waiting for him to pull out.
He was still buried deep appreciating the warmth of your shared orgasms.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he said, still without leaving you.
It's like his brain works, but his body has control.
"Calm down, actually, I liked it" you said trying to get over the climb.
He withdrew from you slowly, making you feel every inch you were losing. When he pulled out completely he admired your stretched entrance dripping with your mixed fluids.
"Are you okay?" He came back to reality and approached your face to check.
" It was so good" you said smiling and a bit sleepy "so you masturbated thinking about me? That's interesting" you laughed mockingly.
"Shut up, there's no need to repeat that" he was blushing as if you hadn't fucked two minutes ago.
You lay down and looked at him a little worried about what would happen to you after that.
"Can we leave that talk for later?" Literally as if he had read your thoughts.
"What needs to be done now?" You said, not understanding why he was putting off the talk.
You then saw him turn bright red and look down at his cock. He was hard again.
This was going to be a long sleepover.
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English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake, please let me know 🙏🏻.
I need more practice writing smuts :((
I have several Chan fics waiting to be reviewed before posting 🤭.
Hi Nita, I just recently finished reading all of your work and I absolutely LOVE your work.
Do you have a master list or anon list?
If you do can I be 🪻 anon?
Also, I was wondering what your native language is, since you said English is your first?
Hope you are having a wonderful day or night
hello! It makes me very happy to know that you like my work 😭💗 I really appreciate it 💗
Regarding the masterlist, I was waiting to have more writings to make one but it is among my plans. About an anonymous list I would really like to have one, I'm also new to tumblr so I need to find out more.
My native language is Spanish and I am actively learning English, I still wouldn't say I have fully mastered it.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strong and explicit language, not suitable for minors, possible triggers, etc.
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You knew that Minho wanted to keep his relationship private. You had been dating for a long time, and you never had any problems being discreet, even secretive, since both of you were idols and understood the responsibilities that came with maintaining your image.
Now, you were at a party organized by his company. Your friendship with the group was public, so you could approach them in a friendly way, but keeping many boundaries in place.
Everything changed when you heard Minho tell a staff member that he was single. He sounded nervous, and his ears were flushed. It made your blood boil. You didn’t exactly know why, but you felt that denying your relationship in front of a staff member was completely unnecessary.
You walked up to him, holding the drink you had gone to fetch for him.
“Here,” you handed him the drink brusquely, almost rudely, and quickly walked away from his line of sight.
You felt a little embarrassed for feeling that way, for being rejected. Usually, some of the staff already knew about your relationship and helped you both to meet more carefully. So why had he denied you in front of that cute, young staff member?
You decided to stop overthinking it and went to the bar on your own. You ordered a glass of whiskey, and while you were waiting, a man approached you. You had seen him before; he was also a member of your staff.
“Oh, hey,” he said, happy to see you, coming closer with a friendly smile.
You felt your mood lift as he spoke to you so kindly.
“How’s the night going? It must be a little strange being at a party just to look after us,” you said, a little embarrassed. “Let me buy you a drink,” you smiled at him, and he accepted.
That started a pleasant, friendly conversation. Everything was going great until you felt Minho’s fiery gaze from across the room.
You saw him take out his phone, write something, and then look at you again. You glanced at the notification on your phone—it was a message from him. But amused by the situation, you decided to ignore it, turned off your phone’s screen, and focused back on the conversation.
“Wanna dance? I really like this song,” the man said, offering to dance with you. It was a song for slow dancing, and you knew Minho was watching, so you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
“Sure, let’s go,” you smiled at him and went to dance. You subtly flirted, rubbing against him in an “accidental” way. You moved your body sensually and, from time to time, looked at Minho, noticing how his anger was clearly visible.
You kept dancing for a while until you heard Minho’s voice.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you for a moment,” he said reluctantly. His ears were so red it looked like they were going to explode. The vein in his forehead was visible, and his eyes were sharper than ever.
“Actually, I’m a little busy,” you winked at the staff member, making him smile.
“Y/N, I really need to talk to you,” Minho said, losing his patience. It was hard for him to pronounce each word, like he was biting back rage with the venom that filled his tongue.
“Fine,” you said, surrendering. “Wait for me, I’ll be right back.” You smiled at the man again and started walking away.
“She’s definitely not coming back, don’t look for her,” Minho said angrily to the man. It sounded like a death threat, and it probably was.
Minho reached you and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you into a service room.
"Do you think this is funny?" he said, slamming the door.
"Coming in dressed like that, looking ridiculously delicious, knowing I can't put my hands on you? but allowing him to do it " His nose slid down your neck as he desperately inhaled your scent.
One of his hands slipped through the opening of your dress, grazing your thigh.
“You let him touch you like that because you’re so hungry for cock that you don’t care whose it is?” His tone dripped with obvious annoyance and anger.
You smiled cheekily. “Minho, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re overreacting,” you said with feigned innocence.
"So, you were rubbing your cute ass against that asshole's cock without meaning to? Are you that much of a slut?" he whispered, while his other hand squeezed your hip tightly, pressing you against his very noticeable bulge.
You let out a gasp as you felt him push furiously against you.
"He's cute, and you said it, you're single, so I am too. It's not like I couldn't fuck him." You snapped, increasing the pressure against his erection even more.
His hand went up to your neck, squeezing it tightly.
"Apparently you forget who you belong to. Don't worry, I'll remind you."
His tongue ran over your collarbone before biting it and sucking firmly. The hand that was still on your thigh began to play with your underwear, now completely wet.
"Don't… don't mark me, they'll notice," you whispered, distracted by his fingers, though with a slight concern for his prominent bunny teeth.
"Don't worry, that's the plan."
He smiled mischievously and pulled down the zipper of your dress, just leaving your back uncovered . Quickly, he began to leave a trail of wet hickeys across your back. When a moan escaped your lips and you made no objection, he smirked.
He pushed your underwear aside and probed your entrance with a finger.
You were a panting mess, desperate to have him, but you wanted to see how far his pride would go.
"Now, you will let me fill you and you will go out there full of me" he bit your back one last time, leaving a kiss on the bite. His finger entered your insides. You let out a moan and started trying to masturbate yourself with his finger, trying to create more friction.
He smiled satisfied seeing your desperation. He shoved another finger in, trying to stretch you out.
"Mhh, you're dripping on my fingers" he bit your earlobe, enjoying your sounds of pleasure.
With his free hand he unbuttoned his pants. And he touched himself over his underwear, trying to suppress any sound.
You were so close to your orgasm, you were really being stretched deliciously by his fingers, your eyes closed and your lips slightly open.
He pulled his fingers out of you as he felt that familiar pressure that indicated the proximity of your climax. You almost screamed at the lack of contact.
You turned to look at him annoyed, but before you could speak he interrupted you.
"Look what you and your stupidity caused" he pulled down his intense clothing and you could see his red, raging cock. Its tip was shiny with pre-cum.
Your mouth watered when you saw it, you needed to feel it. An inevitable moan came out of you from the need.
"I-I'm sorry" you didn't even know why you were apologizing.
"If you're really sorry, you'll be good and take everything I give you" he pulled down the zipper of your dress completely and slid it down your legs. He held your head with one hand and put it against the door. With the other he squeezed his cock and mockingly slapped your entrance.
You were going to cry if he didn't penetrate you, you were so needy that it HURT.
"Please" you said barely understandable
"Tell me who you belong to" his authoritative tone made your skin crawl, you didn't answer so he put more pressure on your head.
“YOURS” you practically screamed “please Minho I’m yours I’m so sorry please I need it” you were stammering but that was enough for him.
He entered you in one thrust, going deep. Earning a pornographic moan from you, forcing himself to swallow his own growl. He stayed for a few minutes so you could get used to his size and as soon as he felt you tighten around him he began to set a rhythm.
It definitely wasn't merciful, he penetrated you fast and hard, you felt full, each thrust accompanied by your moans. Minho, on the other hand, bit his lip hard to not make a sound.
“You’re going to be so full of me you’re going to be dripping cum while you talk to those other guys, you’re going to be so ruined for anyone” a growl came out furiously from his throat, it was almost animalistic. He kept setting a hard pace.
"Talk to me. Could that guy's cock make you feel this good?" He put a hand on your stomach to make you aware of how deep he was inside you. You were practically drooling, you felt so good, so much so that you had lost consciousness.
"You're so drunk on cock that you can't answer a simple question," he laughed lightly and set a rougher pace, the sound of their skin slapping together was almost aggressive.
"Ahh, n-o only your cock can make me feel this good" your watery eyes and the way you dripped could prove what you were saying.
Suddenly you felt his cock contract inside you and his grunts were already unstoppable. He was cumming inside you.
"Mhg, you're going to be my pretty cum dump," he said between grunts. He bit your shoulder in an attempt to cover up his moans and began pounding into you quickly. He pressed into you deeply and stayed still.
He came inside you releasing a strong load of thick semen, he made sure to go as deep as possible.
You almost join him in his orgasm, moaning uncontrollably as you feel his hot cum. But seconds away from cumming, he pulled out of you and left you stunned.
“No Minho please, please” your ass rose up seeking friction, your voice breathy from your ruined orgasm.
He just stepped back and looked at you as if nothing had happened.
"I really hate you" You said still upset, squeezing around nothing.
"If you get ready quickly I'll make sure to make you cum at home" he said helping you get changed.
Then, he released your head and hurriedly put on his underwear followed by his pants.
"Don't ever feel insecure because of someone again. That girl was just trying to get information for a story, I would never cheat on you," he said, hoping you'd feel relieved. You felt embarrassed.
"I... I didn't know," you looked at him a bit sadly, you shouldn't have thought poorly of him. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, don't worry," he said, giving you another kiss on the cheek.
"I'm sorry for being so... uh, blunt," he said, also embarrassed. His face turned red.
"We're even now, but please help me out because I won’t be able to walk straight," you both laughed and straightened yourselves up.
You touched up your makeup, luckily the marks he left were covered by your dress.
As you stepped out, you felt your legs weak. He helped you, holding you by the waist to keep you steady.
When a staff member approached you, concerned about your disappearance, you didn’t even try to explain.
"I'm sorry, my girlfriend isn't feeling well, so I need to take her home," he told the staff. His egocentric smile was evident on his face, and the way his voice emphasized "my girlfriend" was unmistakable.
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I don't feel very confident writing smuts, I think they're not my strong suit...
English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes, please let me know. 🙏🏻🙏🏻
• He’s a sleeping princess; he always looks so soft and fluffy that you have to hold yourself back from biting his cheeks or kissing the little pout his slightly open lips form.
• He needs to feel your warmth as close as possible and can’t sleep unless he’s holding you.
• Your head rests on his chest while his arms wrap around your waist, his legs tangled with yours (more like he has you locked up).
• He feels so warm—he’s basically a human heater.
• When the alarm goes off, he wakes up with a scared expression. It takes him a few blinks and about four seconds to process that he’s a living being. He turns off the alarm and immediately falls back asleep.
• When you wake up, you see his sweet sleeping face, which contrasts with how tightly his strong arms are holding you.
• "Sungie," you whisper as you snuggle further into his chest.
• He shows no signs of life, so you start leaving kisses on his collarbone and neck, making his skin shiver as he slowly wakes up.
• You laugh at his failed attempts to kiss your lips until he finally cups your cheeks and gives you a sweet kiss.
• "There’s no need to go to work today, did you know that?" he says with a silly, playful smile, winking at you.
• "Actually, Chan will kill you if you skip the recording today," you reply teasingly as you try to get up, but his whining stops you.
• You give in and lay back down with him for about three more minutes, waiting for him to wake up (he falls asleep again).
• Noticing this, you sigh and get up. When you turn on the light, he covers his eyes with the blanket and complains about how hard his life is (bro, you just have to go to work).
• He desperately tries to convince you to go back to sleep with him. "Babe, come back, let’s sleep a little more," he says in a whiny voice.
• After realizing his pleas aren’t working, he gives up and, still half-asleep, gets ready for work. He doesn’t even notice he put his hoodie on inside out.
Felix:
• He’s asleep on your chest, holding his game controller. The sound of the game is still faintly playing, but he’s already out cold, mouth open. He stayed up late trying to level up (he didn’t make it).
• Light starts filtering through the small gaps in the curtains, illuminating his freckles like tiny sunbeams on his soft face.
• When the alarm goes off, you stretch slightly to turn it off. Felix is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t even hear it.
• You chuckle at how exhausted he looks; he’s like a little kid. You can’t resist taking pictures.
• You kiss his cheek and notice how, unconsciously, the corner of his lips curls into a small, sweet smile.
• "Lix, baby, we need to wake up," you whisper while kissing every single one of his freckles.
• "I have to give you back each and every kiss first," he mumbles in his deep, raspy morning voice, barely opening one eye as he smiles widely.
• After kissing literally every part of your face, he gets up and, while getting ready, tells you how hard it is to level up in his game.
Seungmin:
• He’s slightly on top of you, just enough to bury his face in the crook of your neck while his hands squeeze you as if he’d die if he let go.
• He loves the scent of your body lotion and shampoo. He’s exactly where he wants to be.
• You never wake up before him; it’s way too comfortable by his side to do so.
• When the alarm goes off, he quickly turns it off, trying not to disturb you, but it’s too late—the noise already woke you up.
• "Good morning, Minnie," you say with a smile as you see his messy hair. He’s usually such a perfectionist that seeing him like this feels like a precious sight.
• He buries his face back into your neck, and you can feel his warm breath as he smiles.
• "You don’t have to wake up, go back to sleep," he mumbles in his groggy voice before giving you a soft kiss on the jawline and adjusting to look at you. God, he looks so cute.
• He stretches like a puppy, getting his body ready for the long day ahead.
• He teases you for staring at him in awe. "Hey, close your mouth, or you’re gonna start drooling," he chuckles as you quickly shut your mouth and frown.
• Eventually, he gets up to start his day. Of course, he’d love to stay with you all day, but he knows responsibilities matter.
• He shares company gossip with you while brushing his teeth (you only understand half of it). Before leaving, he asks if he looks good. He looks incredible.
I.N:
• The boys would die of jealousy if they saw this.
• He’s the big spoon, sleeping with his chest pressed against your back. He can’t help but be obsessed with the scent of your hair. His hands are intertwined with yours, and his head rests softly on top of yours.
• He woke up to the sound of the alarm, blinking a few times before turning it off. Once he does, he settles back into position, soaking in the comfort of your warmth.
• You start stretching and turn around to face him. How can he look this cute right after waking up? He looks like he just walked out of a photoshoot.
• His eyes meet yours, filled with warmth; they reflect all the love he feels for you. He’s not the best with words, so you’ve learned to read his gaze. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, smiling and showing his dimples.
• "Mhm, very comfy," you reply, kissing the corner of his eye and watching as his dimples deepen even more.
• He rolls his eyes with a fake pout, but he’s definitely melting inside.
• You laugh and make an offended face, and he responds by kissing the corner of your eye before pulling you into one last hug before getting up.
• After showering, you pass by the bathroom and see him doing his skincare routine. You can’t resist sneaking in to give him a kiss on the neck before letting him continue in peace, watching his face turn bright red.
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I hope you liked the headcanons! I'll probably do these very often. 🤭
English is not my first language, so if you see a mistake, let me know.🙏🏻🫶🏻
• He has trouble sleeping, so when he finally does, he’s completely out. A sleepy koala .
• He’s always the big spoon.
• He unconsciously throws a leg over you and pulls you close with his arm whenever you move.
• When you check the time, you turn off anything that might make noise and go back to sleep, hoping he takes his time waking up so he can rest.
• Considering you woke up with Chan's fluffy hair and his pajama is basically no pajama, it's totally understandable that you didn't want it to end.
• When he finally opens his eyes and sees the time, he flinches a little. It’s late (well, actually, it’s early, but Mr. Workaholic doesn’t see it that way).
• But when he sees you, his heart skips a beat. You look so comfortable next to him.
• He doesn’t resist (not that he even tries) and showers your neck and jaw with kisses, whispering a deep, raspy "Good morning."
• You’re so asleep you barely understand what he’s saying. It’s honestly way too early for your brain to function properly.
• You manage to kiss his cheek just as he’s getting up to leave for work :(( .
• You know he’ll make it up to you with all the cuddles when he comes back.
• In the meantime, you bury your nose in the spot he left on the bed, inhaling that Chan scent.
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Lee Know:
• At this point, the bed feels way too small.
• Minho is lying down, and you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around your back and waist, his chin resting on your head. You’re practically fused together.
• Soongie is curled up on your back, purring contentedly.
• Doongie is sprawled out at Minho’s feet, belly up, deep asleep.
• Meanwhile, Dori is wide awake, tail flicking as he plots his next move. Suddenly, he pounces—straight onto your head—trying to catch Minho’s nose, waking both of you up in shock.
• You laugh in confusion while Minho just lazily drapes an arm over Dori, trying to keep him still, then drifts back to sleep.
• When you finally grab your phone to check the time, you’re surprised by how late it is and try to get up. But before you can leave the bed, Minho grabs your arm and pulls you back in.
"Just a little longer," he mumbles without even opening his eyes.
"Babe, I have to make breakfast," you say, completely mesmerized by how soft and relaxed his profile looks.
"If you stay five more minutes, I’ll help you make it," he says with a lazy smile. He knows he’s won—who would say no to a breakfast made by him?
• Those five minutes turn into a sleepy make-out session. You kiss his nose, jaw, forehead, chin, cheeks, the corners of his lips—before finally pressing small kisses on his lips.
• When his children (the cats) start getting fussy because they also want breakfast, you both have no choice but to get up.
• In the end, he ends up making the whole breakfast while you feed the cats.
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Changbin:
• He’s a soft, fluffy ball of curls—the cutest and coziest thing you’ll ever see.
• He’s asleep on your chest, his hand resting against your ribs, securing his spot.
• He won’t say it, but he loves sleeping like this because the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. It’s his favorite lullaby.
• Your hand never stops running through his hair. If you stop, he’ll probably let out a grumpy little growl in protest.
• When it’s time to wake up, he clings to you even tighter, mumbling in a pouty tone, "Just a little longer..."
• He doesn’t give you a choice. Every time you try to move, he buries his face deeper into your chest and tightens his grip around your side.
• After a while, your hand drifts down to his face, replacing the hair-stroking with soft caresses on his cheeks. You’re definitely trying to get something.
• "Binnie, baby . We have to get up for breakfast," you whisper sweetly.
• He lets out another grumpy groan, and just as he’s about to complain, his stomach growls in sync.
• Maybe breakfast doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all...
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Hyunjin:
• He’s a mess.
• He’s completely sprawled out—one arm stretched above his head, the other tangled in your hair. His wrist is probably numb by now.
• One knee is bent in one direction, the other leg is draped over yours.
• He sleeps with his mouth slightly open and changes position every ten minutes.
• First, he turns and clings to you like a koala. Then he buries his face in your neck. Then he rolls over and gives you his back. But he misses you, so he wraps himself around you again.
• He’s a beautiful disaster.
• When he cracks one eye open to check the time, he realizes it’s late but just shuts his phone off and decides to go back to sleep. (He’s not lazy, he’s just way too comfortable.)
• Before drifting off again, he stares at you, completely captivated—memorizing every detail, every little movement you make in your sleep. He’s definitely going to draw you later.
• But his intense gaze wakes you up.
• His eyes widen, and he immediately whines, "No, no, no. Go back to sleep. We’re still sleeping."
• Like a spoiled kid, he pouts, pushing his bottom lip out. When you insist it’s late, he sulks even more.
"You just want to go to work because you don’t want to stay with me. You’re heartless."
• In the end, the drama queen makes an appearance, as always.
• Somehow, you manage to wiggle out of his hold.
• When you return with his iced coffee and he sees you getting ready for your shower, reality finally hits him.
• Grumpily, he drags himself out of bed, accepting that responsibilities exist.
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This is my first Headcanon! I hope I did it right.💗
English is not my first language, so let me know if you spot any mistakes 🙏🏻.
