Hi. Been a while. You haven't updated. Is everything alright?
hi! i’ve mentioned previously that i won’t write about skz anymore. i just came back to reupload my old stuff from previous account that got suspended and that’s it. sorry!
Hii! I was wondering if you feel okay about writing a smut about SeungminXfem.reader where the reader is Seungmin’s gf and she’d like to try rimming on him and he actually loves it.
It’s okay if you don’t wanna write about it🥰
Have a good day🫶
WET TONGUE — SEUNGMIN.
pairing: seungmin x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: established relationship, rimming, handjob, no clear dom/sub dynamic
a/n: i am so sorry it took so long!! i am not really into rimming, so i had to do a whole research before writing >_< and i’m still not sure if it’s written realistically. anyway, i hope you’ll like it. i tried my best hehe.
a/n2: reupload. old blog got suspended! huuge shoutout to @blankdyean for reblogging this fic from my previous blog. thanks to you, i was able to find it!
nothing in this world could compare to the sight of seungmin being completely submissive to you. his lips were swollen from kisses, saliva all over his collarbones and chest. dick was hard and red, looking at you angrily. but today your focus was on another part of his body.
you placed one hand on his hip, while the other went to his dick, stroking it in slow pace. then your head went straight between his legs and left kisses on the smooth skin of his inner thighs.
seungmin’s face remained blank, unfazed by your actions. but as soon as your fingers touched his hole, he let out a loud yelp.
“w-wait… d-don’t do that-“ he shuttered, dick started pulsating harder in your hand.
“you sure? i sense you are not telling me the truth.” you smirked, squeezing his dick in your fist tighter, then settling comfier between his legs. he didn’t answer you, only sucked in his breath, staring at the ceiling with intensity and ignoring your eye contact. he tried to play cool, unaffected, even though he himself agreed to try rimming when you suggested it.
after a couple more strokes you let go of his dick, earning a quiet whine from him. he was trying to contain something within him before it burst out, but now, that you'd taken control over his body, it was difficult to do.
after being done with his dick, you went back to his hole and continued rubbing it gently, trying to get him used to it. your moves were slow, pressing firmly into him without being too aggressive. as time passed, you noticed seungmin shifting his hips slightly. that was a signal for you to keep going.
your tongue finally met his hole, circling around it for a moment and sliding in afterwards. his anus was tight around your tongue now as you continued to lick and lap at his flesh. seungmin didn’t give you any sort of reaction - only his body shifted slightly at the sensation of your wet tongue inside him. he didn't pull back nor pushed you away; he just laid there, eyes closed as if he was sleeping, while his body responded to you actions with an almost mechanical reflexes. that side of him was so incredibly erotic, it turned you on even more.
maybe he even started to like it? you weren't sure about that, but no negative reaction was already a good progress.
it was when your tongue slid in far enough causing him to buck his hips up reflexively.
“a-ah!" he moaned, back arching to adjust to the feeling of your tongue in him. the cold sensation was sending chills down his spine and making him shut his eyes tightly.
with your free hand, you pushed his legs apart even more and exposed his hard dick to yourself. you pumped him two times, making seungmin moan loudly. it was so overwhelming for him, almost impossible to focus on one thing at a time.
the feel of your tongue swirling against his muscles and your thumb circling around the tip of his dick finally earned a proper reaction from him.
“t-too much, so full." his cock was pulsating in your fist, precum smearing all over your hand.
“you want me to stop, honey?” you pulled away just to ask him this question, even though you already knew the answer.
“n-no… please, continue-“ he begged, looking at you with a puppy eyes.
how could you say no to him? the pool of your arousal in your panties was so wet and sticky; his submissiveness was doing things to you. his moans and pleads were so beautiful that you just wanted to sit on his face and let him lick your folds; but first you needed to finish with this.
your tongue was back inside him eating his gushy aching hole out. he was almost crying, he was so fucked out, and now you were totally devouring him fully. his hips were moving back and forth into your mouth, trying to fuck himself deeper onto your tongue.
you could always tell when seungmin was close, because he whined loudly and brokenly, mumbling your name. you had a feeling he wouldn't last long, due to his rim turning out to be so sensitive. he was a whimpering mess, too sensitive to even comprehend anything.
combination of your hand of his dick and your tongue in his ass quickly led him to his release. seungmin let out a moan, pearly white liquid leaking from his tip and dripping down his stomach to his thighs.
as soon as his breathing slowed down, you pulled away from his lower half and laid next to him, bringing him closer for a cuddle. you were about to bring up the question and ask about his options and feelings, but the look on his face said enough - he enjoyed it quite well.
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pairing: mike wheeler x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!mike wheeler, s4!mike wheeler, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”
black long hair with straight bangs, a guitar slung over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and eyebrow, big, startled eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.
“this is mike.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.
it was a month ago, in the middle of july.
your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why that friend had to be introduced to the entire family was something you couldn’t understand. for a brief, confusing second, you even thought he was about to come out and introduce mike as his boyfriend.
contrary to the slutty appearance, mike behaved painfully shy. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, lingering awkwardly in corners, yet still throwing quick, stolen glances at you, probably thinking you didn't notice.
you did.
inadvertently, you watched him too, when wasn't looking. everything about him made you want to observe. the sharp jawline that you thought would cut you if you touched it. the eyebrow piercing with the large earring, long black hair curling slightly at the ends. the mischievous glint in his eyes contrasted by a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.
fortunately or not, it was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints, and gradually you began seeing mike almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". eventually, you grew used to having him permanently in your line of sight.
but it didn't help the feelings you were fighting.
mike was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him like that. and yet, every time you noticed the piercing in his lip, all you could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him.
no matter how hard you tried, ignore his presence became impossible when he was walked around your house every day. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, couldn't silence the desire to pin him beneath you, make him moan your name. a month passed, but the feeling didn't fade. instead, you realized how badly you needed a dick. his dick.
mike, however, either didn’t notice how flustered you became around him, or was deliberately avoiding crossing invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, never entered your room without knocking, never even touched you, and barely spoke to you.
it was a game with fire. with such age difference, you knew you couldn't get caught. so all you allowed yourself to do was watch him from distance, memorizing his habits and things he liked.
you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food, the movie he loved to rewatch, the way he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.
it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. it startled you for a second. your family only ever used it as a storage, so the last thing you expected to find in that musty part of the house was mike, sitting there at three in the morning, completely absorbed in playing the guitar.
"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings and lifted his head. strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed them aside casually without taking his sleepy eyes off you.
it was strange seeing him alone, without the presence of your brother. he looked exhausted, and puffy eyes suddenly made him look even more like his age.
"no..." and you didn't lie.
you really hadn't been sleeping, jerking off to the thought of him fucking you raw. you were planning to wash your hands and finally sleep when the noise pulled you here instead. you hovered awkwardly in the doorway until mike invited you inside.
that night, he sang you what he'd been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of the moment felt so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special.
you knew you would remember it forever.
after reading a few lines, it dawned on you. he was writing about a girl he couldn't have for some reason. someone he'd fallen for at first sight and couldn’t get out of his head. the thought hurt you more than you expected.
somewhere out there, most likely back in college, there was a girl he wanted badly enough to write songs about. you tried to act casual, listened to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why had you even gone into that stupid garage?
despite the inner pain, curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how that night became the first of many.
at first you only listened to him. then you asked him to teach you how to play, and soon the night concerts quietly turned into night lessons.
the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes stacked along the walls, an old sofa in the corner — and the two of you in the center of the room, sitting on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to him, that fragile point of contact, what united you.
the interactions outside of night hours changed too. mike started acting calmer around you. the clearest indicator was his touch. he’d never touched you before, not even when he first started teaching you. but now he would grab your shoulders when passing by, guide your hands into the right position, let his fingers linger just a second longer than necessary — and other skin contact that set your body on fire.
mike was so peaceful and focused during lessons. unlike you.
it was hard for you to keep cool when he showed up in nothing but pajama pants and a tank top. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring; at first you thought he was teasing you, but even if he wasn't, your eyes kept gluing there anyway.
“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” mike’s fingers plucked the strings with effortless ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.
you sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. everything was going wrong tonight.
it all began with your ruined orgasm, because, for some reason, mike had knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you attempted to follow his words, but your wet pussy kept pulling your focus away. your body didn’t even need his touch — his presence alone was enough to cause a reaction.
"it's okay.” he was using his soft voice again. just hearing him speak like that, without the usual teasing edge he used with your brother, made you shift in place.
"look at me and try to remember how my fingers move, okay?" he patted your shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.
the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was, you didn't hear a word he said. you only watched his pretty lips move, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth before playing. you were so so down bad for someone you’d known for a month. he was your brothers friend, for fuck’s sake. and still, you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, studying the way his biceps strained with each chord, noticing his adam’s apple bob when he sang.
“got it?” mike stopped, a trace of shyness still clinging to his voice.
“y-yes…” you gulped and nodded quickly, trying to save yourself.
god, why was he making you shudder like this?
“okay.” he set his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”
“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wanted to scream, but it was already past two in the morning.
“sorry-sorry!” mike immediately surrendered, cheeks puffing up with embarrassment. his tongue slid over his lower lip and paused at the piercing, sucking lightly on the metal.
your pussy throbbed harder. you clenched your legs, eyes locking on his mouth.
“i know.” without another second of thought, mike sighed and stood up, suddenly towering over you.
your heart began racing. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being a terrible student, for wasting his time. guilt flooded you, and you looked up at him with a helpless expression.
“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you didn't finish.
his hands closed around yours, pulling you up.
“come here,” he said, voice unexpectedly firm, guiding you toward the couch. “sit on my lap.”
“w-what?” your eyes stayed glued to his hands, breathing suddenly impossible as he positioned you exactly where he wanted
one hand settled on your waist, pulling you back against his chest, as the other lifted the guitar and rested it across your legs. then he took your hands again, placing them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring how stiff and flustered you were. his breath tickled your neck, and you felt his chest rise and fall behind you as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed face. a soft hum escaped his lips once he seemed satisfied with your position.
“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly, and you slightly jerked.
it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs had become unbearable; your panties were absolutely soaked by now.
you thought you could endure it — until he rested his chin on your shoulder for a better view, his chest pressing impossibly close and firm into your back.
that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you were going to end up fucking him right there.
“mike- stop…” you exhaled shakily, trying to get up.
but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again, holding you tightly in place.
“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help.”
did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?
“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance as you finally turned to face him.
“oh-“ mike froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”
you were about to laugh in his face.
“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how horny and wet i get around you?!”
his face turned crimson, but his hands stayed on your waist.
you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush dusting his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact, only made you want him more. you grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. mike gasped, redder you had even seen him.
“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned closer, so he could feel your breath on his lips.
“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like this, all nervous and soft beneath you.
you'd be lying if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. all you wanted was to tease him more. so you did.
“do you want me to kiss you?”
he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.
“do i… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he swallowed, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?
the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. mike kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.
but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his lip piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.
for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his dark hair was soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.
the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, all of it set a sharp pulse through your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt mike’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you traced your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.
mike's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.
“what are you…”
his shuttering only made you bolder with him.
“wanna continue or-”
“yes-yes! please! please!” mike mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you desperately.
“you are so sweet, mikey…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.
mike jolted, and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more. you didn't hesitate, instantly reaching down to grab his dick through the fabric.
and then it happened — mike whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation.
the sound shattered you. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy nearly made you dizzy.
“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown wide pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “fuck! that feels so good-“
“yeah?” you smiled, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”
“mhm-“ he whimpered again.
“shh," you whispered. "be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”
mike’s eyes widened at your words, and he bit his lip to suppress the sound crawling up his throat.
still, you didn't stop. without hesitation, you pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. mike hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glisten. mike let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to the new sensations.
to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, right up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.
it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much mike was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.
he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaving as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit and shifted slightly in place, trying to ease the tension between your legs.
you watched the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, the way the skin gathered at the head. when you began to flick your wrist, palm sweeping over the leaking tip, he cried out even more, moaning your name.
“shh, remember what i said?”
“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“
his whimpers were too good in your ear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about being caught anymore.
why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?
mike was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting coated in his desire.
“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, huh?”
his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a half-surprised expression, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time. this little shit!
you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”
“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting it all out, mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time. of course every guy is afraid to approach you!”
“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only tightening around it. “are you afraid of me?”
mike whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.
“n-no, no! i’m just saying- you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile despite yourself. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”
as you were about to say you forgave him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked up at you with those doe eyes.
oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two and two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!
“now shut up, or i’ll stop,” you replied shyly, trying to sound cool as a pink blush spread across your cheeks.
“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he very clearly did not shut up, grabbing your hand and thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently begging you to continue.
obviously, you wouldn’t leave mike like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.
besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.
“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close!” the sounds mike made were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record them just for yourself.
despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and plead, “please?”
“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine.
as you finally got off from his lap and began undressing, you heard his husky voice murmur, “fuck- that’s hot.”
you giggled, glancing back at him. he stared at you like a museum painting, watching carefully as your clothes hit the floor, afraid to miss a second. his breathing grew heavier as more skin was revealed, his mind filling with thoughts he shouldn’t have been thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him that he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.
“enjoying the view?” you teased as you stripped off the last bits of your clothes.
mike blushed but kept looking. his desire finally overtook his shyness.
a shiver ran through your body at the hunger in his half-lidded eyes, now fixed on the curves of your body.
you pushed him on the chest, signaling to lie back, and he obeyed, watching you move toward his face.
“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parting before curling into a hungry grin.
he couldn’t believe his luck.
you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his flushed cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.
“you are so hot.” mike said softly, right on the edge of a moan, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, with your glistening pussy hovering just above his face.
abruptly, mike’s palms cupped your thighs and pulled you down to his face. his movements were hesitant at first, barely noticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace that sent your mind spiraling. you nearly leaped off his face.
“hold still.”
the fact that he said it while being completely crushed beneath you made your breath hitch.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly onto his face. you were not going anywhere.
all you could focus on was his tongue flicking across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no attention to your flinching.
he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans spilled out hot and breathy as you grasped at his black hair, overwhelmed.
“jesus, mike… what the fuck-“
you could see the smile in his eyes as he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.
“you taste incredible,” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.
“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was weak and not convincing at all, especially as you began grinding against his face yourself.
your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans grew louder, probably loud enough for your entire family to hear. but you couldn’t care less, when mike was eating you out like he needed it. he was devouring you.
your head fell back as you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have vanished when he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you rise.
his nose brushed repeatedly against your swollen clit, and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm… and that’s when you stopped.
“mike-mike, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his grip.
“what?” the disappointed look on his face almost made you coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”
“no-no! of course not!” you patted his cheek and crawled down to where his still-hard cock waited. “i wanna ride you.”
you could hear how mike’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him. the way the struggled with himself, tried to put a mask of an experienced guy, when you could see right through him. you knew that he was as nerdy as you brother, meaning no sex in college.
you stared at his dick, trying to ignore how your own breath caught too. all you wanted was to sink down onto him, feel him fucking you raw — the fantasy you’d replayed endlessly in your mind.
“wait- before we start…” mike interrupted you midway.
he propped himself up on his elbows, and you looked at him, confused, as he leaned closer, ending with his face between your breasts.
“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself, making you chuckle.
but that embarrassment faded quickly as he kissed down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly.
the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.
mike raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin as he continued playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal ring brushing your sensitive flesh and it made you ache even more.
“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, nudging his chest.
he sighed, but obeyed — how could he possible be oppose that?
you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his whiny sounds.
“wanna fuck me?” you teased, savoring the desperation painted on his face.
you were absolutely loving this.
“oh shit- yes-yes.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.
you leaned close and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you want, mikey?”
his face flushed completely at your words as he hid behind his hands, groaning in frustration. “stop…”
“aww.” you cooed. “is mikey embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”
“but i apologized…” he pouted.
“correct. and that is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.”
his dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. mike must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan left you as you sank down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.
slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the sensation was overwhelmingly delicious.
“ahhh…”
the sound below made you eyes open. mike was mumbling your name quietly. the mixture of lust, embarrassment and bliss on his face was intoxicating.
“aahahh…” he repeated.
“what, mikey?”
“i-i don’t think i’ll last long if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”
“i’m not even halfway in, and you are already about to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.
“‘m sorry…”
“fine.” you sank down on him in one motion.
it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, brows knit. a ray of sunrise catching his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.
you began grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up inside you. his hands moved to your waist, steadying you as your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch. you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.
“good boy, mikey…”
another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.
he didn’t want this to end. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.
it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat slicked your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. mike came right after you, his cock pulsing as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.
heavy breathing filled the room. mike grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.
with his dick still inside you, you leaned down to connect your lips. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.
“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little longer, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.
he couldn’t help but mewl a quiet “yes”, blush blooming across his cheeks.
you still had time before everyone woke up.
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⚾️ synopsis: new school year means new beginnings, right? you are a new student at prestigious seido high school with the goal to become the ace of the baseball team and win nationals. but to your surprise, some arrogant asshole kim seungmin is currently in the position of pitcher and ace of the team. how steel are your nerves and how long will it take you to steal his place?
pairing: seungmin x reader(afab)
genre: baseball player au!seungmin, enemies to lovers, slow burn
warnings: mean seungmin, reader has ego, underage characters, mention of daddy issues, reader has anxiety, A LOT of baseball terminology
word count: 4.9k
a/n: yall please appreciate my photoshop skills LMAO. i had to turn “11” into “1”, cause seung is the ace
chapter one | next . . . series masterlist . . . terminology
april — the second month of spring, the second month of the season of love. you hated april. not only because everyone around you seemed to find a relationship all of a sudden, but also because it meant the start of the new school year.
it was not an average school, but a prestigious seido high school with its own baseball team. located in tokyo, it was almost impossible to receive an acceptance letter. your screams were heard all over the house, when you opened it on your laptop. it took you an eternity to finish all trials, so you had zero hope by the end of them. but you succeeded. maybe it was just dumb luck, or maybe you were actually good at baseball. you kept telling yourself the latter.
the sound of endless chatter filled the courtyard as students were trying to figure out where to go, meeting possible new friends, and as well as old friends. senpais were giving glares to new girls, what made you want to vomit.
you were there too - standing in the courtyard, an email with instructions opened on your phone. new chapter of your life was about to start.
since you were a member of the baseball team, unlike ordinary students, you were given the opportunity to live in a dormitory. fortunately, the dorm has been divided into female and male part, so you didn’t have to live with nasty boys who won’t clean after themselves. but you’d have meet one of those type of guys on the field for sure. after all, baseball is a male dominated game.
“seido spirit dorm”
it looked more like an apartment complex. as you walked past the sign, you already noticed bats, basket with balls and other equipment. it definitely didn’t look like an ordinary dorm. it thrilled you with excitement, you’ve never felt so normal before. baseball was a passion of yours that no one around you understood. you’ve made it all the way on your own, and this simple scene with some equipment laying on the floor next to the room, made your eyes watery. you couldn’t wait to meet your roommates, teammates and the current ace. you were ready to learn a lot.
despite all the panic that was thrilling inside you, it wasn’t hard to find your room. you stared at the names on the sign.
“sanada rin
fujiwara aoi
l/n y/n”
suddenly, the door opened and two girls appeared in the doorway, welcoming you in.
located on the second floor, your room had a view right on the baseball field. your roommates turned out to be quite nice. two senpais - year two aoi and year three rin.
they quickly introduced you to the team, best players and the system that your coach uses.
the school was so popular, that current amount of players, including first-years, exceeded one hundred. obviously, everyone can’t play on the team, because baseball is an nine player game (not including the benched players). that is why seidou has two team lineups. first one consists of best of the best. while second one is for those, who are good, but not enough. and the rest, who did not make it even to the second lineup, need to work twice harder, to get noticed by the coach.
these were not a good news. you caught yourself getting anxious. but what about the acceptance letter and the trials? you thought that meant a guaranteed spot on the team. your roommates just laughed at your words, saying that with the number of overconfident players these restrictions are the only right option.
time flew, as you talked up until the midnight over a bottle of soju. it was not the smartest decision, considering that tomorrow was the first training and a meeting with the team at 8 in the morning.
of course, you felt drenched, squeezed out like a lemon, when you woke up. for a future baseball player, ace of the team, it was a bad habit of hating to wake up early in the morning. but you’ve decided to leave your thoughts about your future for now. it was time to leave the best first impression, so the coach would notice you in the sea of first years.
the cold morning air was refreshing. you shuddered as you tried to cover yourself in clothes more. the grass was still covered with dew drops and the sun has just begun to rise. despite your new friends in the faces of your roommates, you tried to stay apart and not stick to any people on the first day. you weren’t here to make friends, you were here to play baseball. and you wouldn’t let absolutely no one to distract you from the sport that you loved so much or your goals of going to nationals.
everyone was asked to line up, and the newcomers in the front row were told to take turns telling their name and the position they would like to play in.
oh you didn't like that. it felt like the coach hadn't even read the profiles of his students, since he was asking for everyone's names and dream positions.
finally your turn.
“watashiwa l/n y/n des! i want to play as a pitcher and my dream is to become an ace of the team! i have years of experience and a lot of potential. i am ready to show all my skills! thank you!” you finished your speech with a bow.
there were chuckes in the back.
“alright. thank you for your honesty, l/n y/n! let’s hope you will show your passion on the field as well.” coach replied coldly, crossing his arms.
if you had daddy issues, you'd start soaking over him, just like your roommates. he was definitely in his forties, but he was quite thin and tall, with a layer of trimmed beard and dark glasses on his nose.
did you say something wrong? the coach looked like he was unhappy about something. and those chuckles from behind hurt your ego a little.
after the roll call, you were approached by a group of guys who looked at least a year older. at the center of this not-friendly looking gang was a guy, apparently the leader and the ace, judging by the way how confident he looked, and of course the number 1 emblazoned on his chest.
“so you’re the kohai, right? aiming at ace position? how cute.” he grinned cockily, scanning you from top to bottom. “i bet you can only throw a fastball. am i right?”
“i don’t even know you.” you snapped back, turning around and getting ready to leave. you were already irritated because of failed introduction.
“i am your senpai, so i’d like to have your full respect.” he folded his arms across his chest, stretching out to his full height to show his dominance even more.
that made you look at him again. right, senpai. why do boys always keep using this as an excuse for their rudeness?
“i am kim seungmin, by the way. current ace of the team.” he turned around and pointed at his number on the back, as if you haven’t noticed it already on the front of the uniform. “i am just a second year, but I became an ace after two months on the team.” he squared his shoulders, braving himself even more.
you were about to reply with something like “so what? i will beat your so-called record, you won’t even have time to react.”, but you couldn’t. because he was your senpai.
“right. that’s what i was talking about. respect your senpais.” he smirked, patting you on the shoulder. you shrugged off his hand, making him let out a small laugh. “okay, we will see you around, i guess.”
not being able to say anything back you just stared at him, hoping that you would be able to burn a hole inside the number 1 on his back.
ugh.
and you hoped that you would be able to learn something from the current ace and even form some bond. maybe you shouldn’t have brought your goal up. but you wanted to show your coach that you were up to a good fight for a place on the team. you didn’t want to stay on the bench for the next three years, like your roommates. you were passionate and hardworking - that’s what led you in this high school after-all.
the training has started pretty light. after a warm-up and a few laps around the field, you were divided by positions. all fielders went to the field to practice and try assigned positions; first and second lineup players went to the pitching machines; the match of the season was already approaching, meaning that both lineups needed to be ready; and all the pitchers were gathered together with the second-year catchers in the bullpen. coach and his assistant were standing in the distance, planning on watching the new pitchers from afar. the main responsibility in spotting new talent among the newcomers laid on the team captain and current pitchers.
as you have already understood from the conversations, the team was short of pitchers right now. three other pitchers were third-years and will leave the team in half a year due to exams and graduation. of course, there was also kim seungmin who held the ace position, but no matter how talented he was, he physically could not pitch the entire match solo. the team needed a starting pitcher. the one who can open the match, confuse the batters with some unique pitching. this was your chance.
senpais looked scary. four pitchers, including kim seungmin, were giving everyone frightening glares, as if first-years were about to steal their spots right now. catchers on the other hand, did not care much about the upcoming rivalry. but they looked intimidating regardless, because of their layers of protection and masked helmets.
you uncontrollably shanked under the condemning gazes and you haven’t even shown anything yet. the atmosphere was tense and far from team spirit. the amount of rivalry within the team was shocking to you.
around three or four pitchers got assigned to each catcher. and god, you were sure that your catcher was the guy you saw next to that cocky kim. senpai kim.
the first-year pitches have begun. you watched everyone with interest, feeling like you were part of kim seungmin's gang.
first-years were really good. they had good ball control and different pitching types. you managed to notice a couple of cutters, of course a lot of fastballs, some were so fast that you only had time to flinch at the sound of gloves, sliders and even one changeup. and with such monsters you had to compete for the place on the team?
standing in line, you managed to get anxious and started overthinking. so when it was your turn, you could barely move your legs to get closer.
your fingers nervously clutched the ball in your hand. inhale and exhale.
out of the corner of your eye, you noticed kim seungmin grinning, his arms crossed over his chest. his gaze was burning a hole in you.
you decided to start with regular fastball, so as not to screw up completely at the first pitch. the key was throw the ball with speed and accuracy. pretty simple, you have done it plenty of time before.
“throw when you're ready, but don't delay it, there's a whole queue behind you.” catcher said. how thoughtful and generous of him. you shot a wry smile.
to relieve the tension you tossed the ball in your hand a couple of times. the anxiety finally got replaced with excitement. time to play.
you sensed the familiar feeling of the ball rolling off the middle and index fingers, creating a backspin.
it went right into the catchers glove with a loud slap. perfect accuracy. feeling the confidence again, you relaxed a bit, shaking off tension in the muscles.
it sounded quiet, but you still heard the arrogant. "i told you she only throws fastballs."
it took all your force not to look at him. can this kim “i am the ace” seungmin shut the fuck up?
feeling the need to show off and shut him up with your perfect pitching, you decided to throw a slider. you placed your middle finger directly on a seam, while the index finger went on the leather. both fingers were important at release to impart the necessary spin that would lead to a slider’s desired movement.
it’s a quite difficult pitch to learn and you still weren’t confident in it. the problem was that it’s not as straightforward as the fastball, and takes a lot more patience and a good coach to learn it. you probably should have chosen to throw another fastball to show off your accuracy and speed, but the desire to shut kim seungmin up was stronger.
getting into the stance, you lifted your left knee in the air, transferring the weight from the back leg to the front leg, generating force and velocity in the throw. as soon as you felt the ball leaving your hand you felt like it’s gonna turn out bad. you heart sank.
slider should be thrown as hard as possible, because of the speed change in the end. depending on your success, the pitch should move towards cather’s glove and drop during the last few feet. but something went wrong. maybe you didn’t throw it with enough force, maybe you messed up with the grip or maybe you were just nervous? the ball just flew to the right, not even in the strike zone, falling awkwardly next to the catcher. silence.
and then there were few giggles behind you. you felt your ears turning red. how did you fuck this up so badly?
you really couldn’t focus on your pitching. the feeling of his eyes burning holes in you was so distracting. you were holding yourself from turning right at him and yelling what’s been on your mind since morning.
“i am waiting.” catchers voice brought you back to reality. he was still holding a glove open, waiting for the ball, eyes looking at you, scolding through the mask.
you took a deep breath again, trying to collect your thoughts. alright, it’s just a simple pitch. forget about others and focus on your goal. your journey has already started, stop slacking off.
deep breath and you’ve got into position again, bringing your hands together. then, a quick kick of the leg and the ball flew out of your hand.
STRIKE!
with a loud slap the ball finally landed right into the glove, cutting the air.
you were so stressed, you didn’t notice you held your breath this whole time.
it was perfect. the speed, the fall in the end, the accuracy. it was…
“next!” catcher interrupted your thoughts.
he didn’t even leave any comments on your pitching. of course, he was a second or third-year already. probably, he didn’t give two shits about a new girl.
the corner of your eye caught a sight of kim seungmin again. your eyes met. he was still looking at you, even though you had already stopped pitching. did you make him nervous with your secret weapon? well, kim “i am the ace” seungmin, get ready to fight for your place.
you gave him a wink, getting an eye roll in response. it made you laugh a little. the displeased look on his face was a balm to the soul.
the training was over. the coach and his assistant said that in the evening they will announce the first-years who will become a trainee for the first and second lineups. it was time for lunch, and then your first school day was about to properly begin.
the schedule was cruel indeed. trainings were assigned in the morning and evening in combination with regular classes at school. baseball players had a special schedule - you had to attend classes in the afternoon. but even with the special arrangement of classes, you had no idea how you’d be able to survive like that. no wonder every player on the team has been rude as hell so far if they have no time to relax. what sacrifices do people make to become a professional player. and the graduates of seido high school were guaranteed a future career.
the dorm had its own canteen, which the baseball team could use for free. after taking a shower, you headed straight there with your roommates.
“i saw your pitching, it was good.” rin patted you on the shoulder.
the three of you were sitting at a table in the corner of the room. it was actually even better that you sat aside, because there was such a ruckus in the canteen. the guys were discussing something at the top of their voices, not holding back in their expressions. many of them didn't even bother to take a shower before lunch. it made you wonder once again why you didn't choose some kind of girls-only school.
“thank you!” you smiled. “actually, i panicked a bit because of the taunts and messed up. i wonder if it will affect coach’s decision.”
“taunts?” aoi asked curiously. “who’s bothering you already?”
“kim seungmin.” you sighed.
aoi and rin couldn’t hold their laughs. “okay. you don’t need to explain any further.”
you smiled as well. “has he always been… like this?”
“hmm…” rin thought for a second. “i was a second-year when he joined. at first i thought he was a nice guy. in fact, he was very shy, and then something changed in his attitude. but he managed to improve his pitching in a short period of time, which, frankly, is impressive. and then he became an ace, which was not surprising, because none of the pitchers we had could beat him.”
a shy guy who turned into an asshole. what happened to you one year ago, kim seungmin?
lunch was over. you said goodbye to rin and aoi and went to classes. to be honest, you could not care less about paying attention, especially when the biggest announcement of your life was about to happen in a few hours. whole time during classes you spent thinking about it. was your pitching good enough to impress the coach? will he count your failed attempt? will kim seungmin somehow sabotage your candidacy? you were fidgeting in the chair like crazy.
it probably looked funny how quickly you stormed out of the classroom. five minutes before the start, you were already standing on the field dressed in a uniform again. you were exhausted, almost falling asleep, but excited to hear the announcement.
as soon as the whole team was gathered and the coach arrived with his assistant, the speech began.
“good evening, everyone. i hope you worked your hardest in classes today, because as i remind you, your academic performance will affect your ability to attend trainings. anyway, with the help of my assistant, our team captain and our pitchers, we have complied a list of five player who will be accepted as trainees in the first and second lineups.” the coach’s voice echoed loudly across the field. “so. the first player who showed themselves at today’s training was-“
your breath hitched. honestly, you’ve never stressed so much in one day. this school will be the death of you.
loud clapping brought you back to reality. you looked around, hoping that your name got called. but no. some random guy walked out of the crowd, bowed and stood next to the coach. of course. and your naive ass thought you had a chance, especially after that failed slider.
everything repeated until only one place was left vacant. you’ve lost all hope, because every player that got chosen made an impression even on you. and you rarely acknowledged other pitchers.
“and the last candidate,” coach frowned. “had a really controversial reputation after just one day. but after some passionate discussion with my colleagues,” coach gave someone the look in the crowd. “i decided to change my mind and gave this person a chance.”
your heart skipped a beat.
“please welcome our last trainee, who has shown great potential and a good slider-“
no way.
“l/n y/n!”
you eyes widened. despite the fact that you hoped to get accepted, you were still surprised to hear your name.
still feeling like you were in a dream, you walked out of the crowd and headed forward under dozens of stares from your teammates. you bet that kim seungmin was the first one to burn a hole in you.
the coach gave you a slight nod and gestured to get in line. you saw two warm smiles in the crowd. aoi and rin. for a second, you felt bad. they had both been on the team for so long, but the chances of them being on one of the lineups were so little. and you doubled their chances in one day.
the coach said a few more encouraging words and let his assistant to step in. batteries were about to be announced. each pitcher was going to be judged not only based on individual skills, but also on the ability to work in a battery.
and here you were - anxious again. you didn’t disagree with coach on this, but still. your chances of getting an actual spot depended on your catcher. what if he is an asshole? what if he-
“takigawa aki and l/n y/n!”
you looked around, searching for someone to approach you.
oh, hell no.
it could have been anyone. anyone on the team, there were plenty of good catchers. but no. it was him, the guy who catched your piches in the morning. the friend of “i am the ace”. without protection, he looked much thinner, but still tall and intimidating. you saw dark brown hair and glasses, that you hadn’t noticed before. to be honest, you recognized him by his scolding eyes. he would actually be quite cute if he wasn’t kim seungmin’s friend.
“just call me aki. i don’t wanna see your grimace every time you’ll address me as senpai.” was the first thing he said when he approached you.
you chuckled. aki was straightforward indeed.
it was honestly impressive how you managed to create such a reputation on the first day.
“i have a question.”
“what is it?”
“are you friends with kim senpai?” you highlighted the last word, making aki chuckle. “cause i think i saw you next to him in the morning.”
“yes, you are right.” he admitted. “he is a good friend of mine, but i don’t really agree with how he treated you on your first day. gladly, you managed to get a spot as a trainee.”
aki seemed to be better than you predicted. maybe you really should stop overthinking.
“listen…” he cleared his throat. “wanna go practice a bit after we’re done? i know it’s your first day, but it’s better to start soon, so you’ll have an advantage. your slider was good, i think you just need more practice and a good coaching.”
“you think so?” you repeated shockingly.
aki nodded. “you are being too harsh on yourself. you are just a first-year, you aren’t supposed to know every pitch and be good at it. so… are you down or no?”
“count me in.” you smiled.
evening training was light. the coach was not so harsh on you on the first day. instead of pitching, you worked on your batting. it was the first time you used a pitching machine and you were terrified the whole time.
after the end of the training session, you waited for aki, and the two of you headed to the gym inside, because it was already getting dark and cold. your muscles felt so stiff. why did you agree to this again?
aki turned out to be a great coach. he explained you the basic of pitching in a way you’ve never heard anyone explain before. then he pointed out the mistake you made in the morning and why your slider failed. it was exhausting to throw over a hundred more pitches, but aki said it was a good start for your stamina training. as a pitcher, you had to be ready to throw that ball at least a hundred times per match, while standing under the burning sun.
even if you were dying when you finished, you still felt motivated. after all, it was your first day and you’ve already made so much progress.
on dying legs you made it to your room. the clock showed 11 in the evening. only having enough energy to walk to your bed, you laid on it and immediately fell asleep without even changing your clothes.
you overslept. fuck. you overslept on your second day and the first day as a trainee. yesterday’s workout really took its toll on you. the evidence of this were your sore muscles. and you still had to take a shower… gosh! you were a mess.
that’s how you ended up hiding behind a wall, thinking about the ways out of this situation. the coach was giving an introduction speech to the trainees and checking on older players in his usual strict manner. you couldn’t just walk out in this atmosphere. what could you even do?
“shit! they’ve already started.” sudden voice came behind you, making you squeal.
you turned around and faced the man himself. kim “i am the ace” seungmin was standing face to face next to you, as frightened as you were. what a surprise. never though you’d see the golden boy like this.
his voice was low, face swollen and eyes half-sleepy. he was still yawning, as if he just rolled out of bed and came here first thing.
“what are you doing here?” you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t you the ace? the best on the team?”
“shut up.” he leaned against the wall, still hiding from the sight of others. “it’s none of your business. i just fell asleep really late.”
“ah, right.” you rolled your eyes.
so now you were stuck in this position with him out of all people. great.
“anyway, why are you here?”
“what do you mean why? i am a new trainee, weren’t you at the training yesterday?” you gave him an evil look. this guy.
“ah yes, i already forgot.” a cocky smile slowly morphed onto his features. “wow. so you are late on your first day as a trainee? you have a big attitude wherever you go, huh?”
“you fu-“
“shh!” he put his hand on your mouth to muffle your approaching yell. “be quiet! they will catch us!”
you slapped his hand, making him to take it away from your mouth.
“i don’t wanna hear your notations, especially, when you are in the same position as me right now.” you clicked your tongue, turning away from him.
“well, our head coach is extremely strict about being punctual, and you’ve just got selected as a trainee. i don’t think we are in the same position, darling. you’d better listen to the discussion of your candidacy that happened in the office yesterday. and now you are about to show up late. worst case scenario, he will find a replacement for you and forget your name forever.” kim seungmin gave you the cockiest smike.
that’s bad. very bad. the wave of anxiety hit you again.
“should i just go there and beg for forgiveness on my knees? i think he will understand.”
“no, just calm down. a tardy is a tardy, even if you apologize. it won’t make your sentence lighter.” he shook his head. “however… what if you sneak into the line without anyone noticing?”
you looked at him suspiciously. what is this guy on?
“look here.” he gestured you to sit down next to him and you both cautiously peeked out from behind the wall. “take a good look at how they’re lined up. coach is talking to every player directly from far end to the close end. once the first row is done, it goes back to the far end of the second row. while the farthest guy is answering coach’s questions, everyone will be looking at him.”
“i still can’t believe i’ll be able to sneak in like that.” you whispered.
“take that chance and run quickly. you’ve got it.” he assured, looking right at you.
“what about you though?”
“i will be right behind you.” he patted you on the shoulder.
“are you sure? wouldn’t we be in bigger trouble if we fail?” you still weren’t convinced enough by his plan.
“don’t worry.” he grinned. “i did the same last year.”
“you’ve done it before?!” you almost yelled in surprise, but quickly lowered your tone.
“just trust me.” he said.
with that he talked you into it. you scooted a bit to the left, getting ready to run as soon as the attention would be on the guy in the second row.
“watch closely. we have one chance.” the ace gave you a thumbs up.
“alright, next is…”
you saw the coach turn his head in the opposite direction.
“c’mon!” kim seungmin almost shouted, signalizing you to go.
holding your breath, you crouched down and started running. the plan was working perfectly, you thought. the coach did not even pay attention to what was happening behind his back. a few more steps and…
“AAAAA! she came late and is trying to sneak into the line!”
you froze in disbelief. kim fucking seungmin was screaming behind you like some kind of alarm system. everyone, including the coach, turned around and looked right at you.
if you don’t get kicked off the team right now, you definitely going to beat his ass.
a/n (2): i’d really really really appreciate your feedback! i want to know what you think about this chapter. and please reblog, because likes do nothing to promote the post!
i wanted to leave this chapter as an introduction to the school, side characters and “y/n”, because i don’t wanna leave that unexplained. i promise that next chapter will have more interactions with seungmin!!
pairing: jisung x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: confident-cocky!jisung, oral (f.receiving), dirty talk, face sitting
a/n: i’m horny so... reupload. old blog got suspended!
everyone always describes jisung as a whiny subby mess, who can’t dom you at all and will cry out of frustration. but i’m here to propose a cocky-confident jisung agenda.
first of all, have you seen this man’s smug smirk when he is on stage?? AND THAT DAMN TONGUE.
just imagine him doing this face during sex - smirk on his lips, bottom lip clamped between his teeth. he sticks his tongue out in anticipation, while he takes off your panties and settles down between your legs. and while doing so, he never breaks the eye contact, because he knows how flustered it makes you.
he doesn’t call you filthy names or treats you like a bitch. instead, he teases you and makes you feel so shy out of nowhere. be prepared, because you’ll always be blushing like crazy while having sex with him.
“wanna stay forever between your legs.”
“the blush on your cheeks is so cute.”
“do you like that, jagi?”
“want me to eat you out more?”
“you taste so good, i can't help it.”
“you are so greedy. can’t even live a day without having my face down there.”
he says these things, knowing that HE is the one who can’t live a day without your pussy. but he just loves having you blushing and stumbling over your words.
he has your arousal smeared all over his face - covering his chin and lips, but he doesn’t care. he only smiles at the way you cover your eyes in embarrassment while he licks your juices off his face.
if you sit on his face, he for sure will hit you with “i said, sit, jagi. don’t worry if i can breathe or not. just sit on it.”
he is confident in his actions, knows exactly what to do to make you squirm under him and cum in a few minutes. his big hands and long fingers covered in rings never leave you body, always finding some part of it to grab onto. if he is not caressing your thighs, be sure he’ll squeeze your boobs or hold down your waist.
he doesn’t admit it, but he cums in his pants just from making you finish on his tongue. he really just can’t help. you taste too good.
a little compilation of jisung with his tongue out because he needs a pussy on his face to put that tongue for use
-> reblog to support me, if you enjoyed reading this and please let me know your thoughts in the comments! ♡
pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!hyunjin, gn!reader, established relationship, in public, cumming in pants
a/n: totally did not write that in student lounge on campus. reupload. old blog got suspended!
the class was silent. only a ticking of clock signalized that the time hadn’t stopped. from time to time you could hear some talk in the auditorium, the rustle of papers and… your boyfriend’s whimpers that he was trying to hide.
were you palming your boyfriend though his pants during an exam? yes, you certainly were.
you were positive hyunjin didn’t mind. even more so, he was currently enjoying it, judging by the pleased look on his face. normally he would get mad at you, ask you to stop, but not today. you knew you could continue toying with him without any fear of being yelled at or fear of failing because you and hyunjin hadn’t studied anyway, busy fucking each other every day.
you could feel his dick perfectly, the outline of it was so vivid. he was leaking and twitching so much under your touch, it made your palm wet even though the fabric. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t affected by his reactions. your own breath would hitch every time hyunjin let a soft moan.
occasionally you stopped moving your hand to tease him. and he had no other choice but to do kept grinding into your palm. unable to increase the speed due to the possibility of being too loud, he could only keep pace slow, edging himself. and it only made him pant even louder.
all sounds disappeared for him. his focus was only on your hand and his twitching cock. he didn’t care if he was seen, if someone heard him moaning, if you two would get kicked out of the auditorium or even expelled…
a particularly loud whimper slipped off hyunjin’s lips, causing a few of your classmates to turn around at you.
“what’s going on over there?” professor got distracted from his activity - looking out the window - and started moving in your direction.
“nothing.” you answered, you hand not leaving hyunjin’s groin, only pressing on it harder. you heared him gasp and cover his face with his hands as you changed the position of your palm. “just stuck on a very difficult question, professor.”
with hands crossed, an old man approached you, scanning your workspace. to be fair, you even took a pen with you, knowing that you’d fail.
while you were making speeches, your hand was tightly gripping hyunjin's groin. he stirred slightly, but other than that did his best not to change his expression or make a single sound. his face was completely red, drops of sweat forming on his forehead. you were internally smiling to yourself, knowing that he was way too sensitive right now, so potentially any extra movement of your hand could made him cum in front of the professor.
“what’s there, y/n l/n?” professor pointed at your hand hiding under the table. “are you cheating?”
“no-no, how could you possible think that!” you were enjoying yourself, making a scene in front of the whole class. “see? there is nothing.”
professor sighed and gave you last warning look, leaving afterwards.
you looked at hyunjin, making it clear with one glare that if that happened one more time, he would have to save himself on his own.
he could only pout more, bringing your hand back to his crotch. you chuckled.
it was funny how before you two met, hyunjin was the best in class, never skipped on any extra work and was always ready for the exam. but you and your horniness affected him in a bad way.
“wanna go?” he playfully wiggled his eyebrows and shook his head in the direction of the door.
“we’re in the middle of exam.” you shushed. “there is only one solution.”
hyunjin gave you a questioning look. clueless baby.
you pointed your eyes at his groin, hinting what was the only solution.
“t-theree?!” he screamed in a whisper. “are you crazy?!”
“you are cumming like this or you’re not cumming.” you cut off, removing your hand away from his thigh. if he didn’t want to play by your rules - well… his loss.
hyunjin whimpered again, catching your hand mid-air, and returned it back to its previous place. oh, he was so whipped for you that the idea of cumming in a class full of people did not sound so crazy anymore.
he was whining now, softly, quietly, just for you to hear; while trying to rub against you. he was bucking his hips up as far as he could, shivering with sweat.
“aww, does my pretty boy want to cum?” you applied more pressure on his groin as he quickly shut his eyes and nodded.
you wish you could bite his lips or his neck, make him beg for your touch. if only you weren’t surrounded by so many people.
you quickly leaned over to him, just for a second, to whisper right in his ear. “then cum.”
and he was cumming. cumming hard with his eyes closed and mouth agape in silent scream. steams of cum were spurting out of his dick, staining everything - his underwear, his pants, your hand. seconds later, he came to his senses and finally covered his face. you couldn’t help, but keep the pressure on his now wet dick, overstimulating him a bit.
some of the moans were definitely loud because you saw many eyes on you again. well, you couldn’t care less when your boyfriend just came from your hand only.
when the exam has finished, you gave hyunjin your hoodie, so he could tie it on his hips. even if it looked funny for clueless people, it was better than walking him a huge stain of cum.
“y/n l/n, hwang hyunjin.” professor called you just as you two were about to leave the auditorium. “come here, please.”
you were going to ask when you could come for the retake, but you were interrupted by the professor handing you a paper.
“expelled from your class?!” you exclaimed in disbelief as you finished reading the signed document. “both of us?”
“have a nice rest of your day.” professor replied dryly and left the auditorium.
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i just couldn’t leave this blog half-empty. many of my fics are still somewhere out there after my blog got suspended. so i felt like i have to finally store them in one place (many are still missing and this pmo sm ngl)
pairing: jisung x reader(afab)
genre: mature, fluff
warnings: established relationship, cumshot, mentions of sweat, jisung is so whipped
a/n: reupload. old blog got suspended!
“ngAHHHaHh- i’m cumming!” you moaned as your walls clenched around your boyfriend’s dick.
feeling his own orgasm approaching, jisung pulled out and jerked his cock with furious speed. hot loads of cum spurted on your ass and began to slowly dribble down your leg.
“fUCK!” jisung breathed out, letting the last drops of cum fall on your skin.
“can you…” you barely finished the sentence, and jisung was already helping you lie down on your stomach so that you wouldn’t get the sheets dirty.
“that was so good, baby.” he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“mhm-“ you mumbled as you made yourself comfortable on the bed. your legs were sore from multiple rounds, and all you wanted was to just lay for a bit and breathe.
jisung settled down next to you, pulling you closer by the waist so that your chests were touching. your legs wrapped around him, and you could feel his naked cock touching your stomach.
“wait, let me clean you first.” he offered, but you stopped him before he could move.
“want to lay with your cum on me…” you whined and closed your eyes, snuggling deeper into his neck.
his skin and hair were covered in sweat, his cum was all over your leg, and you should have felt disgusted, but you didn’t. because it was jisung.
“as you wish, baby.” your boyfriend was a bit impressed by your words, but complied, giving you a warm smile. after all, he was not the one covered in cum right now.
the room fell into silence for some time. you could hear how jisung’s heartbeat came back to normal, so did your own.
“it’s so cute how you got used to lying naked together after we’re done…” jisung randomly said, caressing your lower back.
and he was right. when you just started dating, you immediately rushed to the shower, especially if he came on you. but now you’ve been asking for it. asking him to cum on your ass or lower back. to claim you as his.
you just hummed in response to his words and finally pulled away from his neck. the fond look that jisung gave you made your heart tremble. he leaned in and captured your lips together in a quick kiss, taking your breath away again.
for a split second, your eyes caught a sight of his dick, growing hard again.
“eww, why is it moving by itself, gosh!” you turned away, and jisung let out the cutest laugh.
“well… because we just kissed, and i like when we kiss...” jisung was looking at you fondly, enjoying the scene you were making.
“tHIS?! from just a kiss? seriously, how can you live with that thing between your legs…” you scoffed jokingly, but actually felt flattered, knowing that a simple kiss provokes such a reaction from your boyfriend every time.
jisung just giggled in response, brushing strands of hair off your face.
some more time passed before you spoke again.
“okay now i actually feel disgusted. can you clean me?” you whined, feeling how the liquid on your skin turned solid.
“clean you?” he raised an eyebrow, smiling cheekily.
“i can’t stand.” you pouted. “my legs are all sore.”
jisung giggled, but obeyed. of course he did.
standing up, he lifted you in one motion, putting you on your feet. but they immediately gave way and you pouted indignantly. “i told you i can’t stand, babe!”
you were acting like a whiny child, but that’s what he got for fucking you for hours without a break.
jisung sighed and tucked you closer to him by the waist. you hands reflexively rested on his chest, and you could feel his heart pounding. his skin was still sticky with sweat, but it didn’t make him look less hot.
“is that better?” he grinned, satisfied with how your breath quickened.
his hand then gripped on your ass, while the other remained on your waist, helping you not to fall.
your cheeks flushed, red and you answered quietly. “yeah… now take me to the bathroom.”
jisung’s grin grew even wider.
with his hands holding your body firmly, you finally made it to the bathroom. it was so hard to stand on your wobbly legs, so you leaned on the sink, giving him a full view of your ass.
jisung took a towel, soaked it with warm water and began to gently rub your skin. you could see his focused expression in the mirror, and it warmed your heart.
“wait, which towel did u take?” you asked just to confirm.
“the one that i always use. the cum towel.”
“ewww! don’t call it like that! that’s disgusting!” you whinged, and jisung laughed at your face expression, continuing to clean your skin.
you’ve admitted to yourself several times that seeing jisung’s bare body was better than any painting in the louvre. he was not buff, he didn’t have a crazy amount of muscles. but that’s how you liked it. a slight curve of the biceps, a toned chest, a v-line and a slight hint of abs. the honey skin only warmed up your desire to lick off the remnants of his sweat.
“what?” he looked at you in the mirror.
“nothing. you just look cute when you’re focused.” you said boldly, knowing how flattered your compliments make him feel.
jisung exhaled heavily and shook his head, making you grin. a cute blush appears on his cheeks.
“aren’t you done yet?”
“no.” he said, continuing to rub the same spot on your ass.
“c’mon, i know there is nothing left to clean.” you whined. “i wanna lay down, ji. you can stare at my ass there.”
“you will get dressed and go eat or do something else, as usual.” he pouted, looking at you pleadingly with his boba eyes.
“i promise, i won’t.” you assured, a little embarrassed that your boyfriend likes to see you naked so much.
“promise?” a mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. "and can I touch your ass?"
“yess, you can.” you rolled your eyes jokingly, laughing internally at how excited he got.
“alright then.” jisung said, picking you up. “let’s go.”
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pairing: minho x reader(gn)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!minho, gn!reader, established relationship, neck marks, in public, cumming in pants
a/n: reupload. old blog got suspended!
“please, baby- not right now-“ minho bites his lower lip, trying to hide a whimper. his head throws back against the seat, heaving as sweat drips down his temple.
a cute little movie date turned into you palming your boyfriend through his jeans. it’s the middle of the movie, the lights are off, and you are sitting in the last row. luckily, hall is half empty - only some loud friend group is sitting in the front row and has been talking over the movie whole time. that is how you quickly got bored and annoyed and found yourself a better activity.
at first you started caressing his thighs, knowing how sensitive they are. just a couple of minutes later, you noticed a change in minho’s breathing pattern and smiled cheekily. you knew he had a hard-on - it was obvious by the way he started biting his bottom lip and fidgeting in the seat. but when you finally decided to do something about it, he denied your allegations about his hard-on, while his cock was already pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
as of now, minho has been just one stroke of your wrist away from reaching his high for a while now. his body is tensed, slumped against the seat, and twitching occasionally.
"please…" he begs, unsure of what exactly - for you to stop or continue. his eyes are lidded and watery, lips are parted now, he is breathing heavily.
you take another glance at his groin. the outline of his cock is showing perfectly through his jeans. it’s so hard and big, it makes your mouth watery. you only imagine how flushed red and dripping his dick is right now.
“fine.” you say, removing your hand, trying to hide your smug face, because you know what’s coming.
as soon as your palm leaves minho’s crotch, his hands fly back to grab your wrists. you raise your eyebrows, intrigued by the action. he doesn't say anything, aware of your gaze, but choosing to ignore it as he guides your hands back to his cock.
you chuckle at him, letting him do what he wants for a moment. he bucks his hips up into it, eyes slightly rolling back from the feeling. cute blush appears on his cheeks because he knows that you have won this silent battle of teasing him.
“i thought you wanted me to stop, baby.” you lean in and whisper in his ear to tease him a little more.
minho doesn't say anything because he knows he's moments from cumming. in fact, he doesn't even make eyecontact with you, trying to pretend you are not next to him.
knowing that you can make him so needy and horny just by touching his thighs for some time greatly boosts your ego.
he keeps fucking into your palm, no longer caring that you are still in the cinema. you lean in closer to his neck and start sucking and biting on the skin. his dick twitches at the attention, and he pants louder.
“shhh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you, right?” you hum into his neck.
your soft hand keeps grinding on his cock, meeting his thrusts, watching the way his whole body jerks and the breathy gasps he lets out. he starts to be so loud, that you have to kiss him to muffle the sounds leaving his pretty lips. the kiss is messy and desperate. he responds eagerly, sucking on your tongue.
“baby, please, at least jerk me off-“ he breaks the kiss. his voice sounds so desperate, while he is looking at you with puppy eyes.
you give him a scolding look. you can’t deny, the idea of public sex is hot. but you don’t want to get arrested for nudity, nor traumatize people in the front, if they somehow notice.
“i can’t and you know it, minho.” you leave a peck on his lips. “just cum in your pants.”
“w-what?” minho is lost of words, looking at you dumbly with his pretty eyes widened. “how am i gonna leave like that? my cum is gonna be all over there, it’s gonna be so sticky and-“
“do you want to cum or no?” you cut him off by returning the movements with your palm.
minho exhales loudly. unable to resist your words and desperate for a release, he silently agrees and lets you toy with him again.
his whole body withers under you, jerking sporadically as you start marking his neck again. minho is so pretty like this and you can’t stop looking at him with a fond smile. he notices you staring at him and blushes again, the tips of his ears turning crimson. but even then you admire him. everything about him is just so pretty. you start pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, while playing with the pace - slowing down or speeding up the movement of your hand.
minho is desperate, and with each thrust of his hips into the palm, a coo leaves your mouth.
"c’mon, baby, cum for me. i know you want it." you purr into his ear.
suddenly his eyes widen, and his back arches slightly. his fingers dig into the seat as he tries to process the intense sensation. his eyes roll back and his mouth stays open while he lets out quick, short breaths.
"oh fuck. f-fuck! i'm cumming, i’m cumming, aah-" a high-pitched moan escapes his lips, making you panic and shut him up with a kiss again, muffing the sound. he keeps moaning into your mouth as cum shoots into his own pants, creating a mess. the way his whole body trembles under the force of the orgasm is so beautiful.
it for sure was an intense one, because he keeps breathing heavily for some time after cumming.
"'m done." minho whispers against your lips, hand reaching over your to gently pull it away.
now he is even more shy, looking around, trying to make sure no one heard him moaning like a bitch moments ago. he readjusts in his seat and that’s when you notice it.
there is a big sticky stain all over his crotch. it’s huge and so visible, compared to light-colored fabric. you didn’t know that his jeans get wet so well.
“babe-“ you eyes widen as you draw his attention to a new problem.
“oh fuck!” he exclaims. “i told you it’s would be like this! ugh!”
minho is more embarrassed than angry at you, and you know it. the way his hands immediately go to his crotch to cover it makes you giggle.
“how does it feel? to feel your own cum in your underwear?” you whisper again.
minho turns his face to you quickly, eyes darkening at your question.
“it’s… so hot-“ he blurts out. “i think i am getting hard again, just at the feeling of my own cum there…”
now it’s your turn to be lost of words. when you asked that question, you were just hoping to tease him and receive another embarrassed blush. but the way he responded, so boldly and desperately, made you swallow, feeling yourself getting aroused as well.
“so… round two then?”
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heyyyy just let my ex boyfriend of three years play me so hard and he decided to end things with me for a girl he’s known for two months in college,, sooooooo can i request some jisung boy best friend smut who treats reader right and fucks her (me) until she (i) forgets about her (my) ex (FUCK him).
sorry self indulgent request i just dont rly know why i let myself be fooled by a man who never made me cum in three years. i know jisung would get me right🤭🤭
-🤍 anon
TREAT HER RIGHT — JISUNG.
pairing: jisung x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW, friends to lovers
warnings: switch!jisung, switch!reader, perv!jisung, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, ass slapping (like twice), dirty talk, creampie
a/n: i started writing it three weeks ago and went through hell to finish it istg. also… GIRL WHY WOULD YOU DATE A GUY WHO NEVER MADE YOU CUM FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS???? BFFR THE WAY I WOULDN’T EVEN LET HIM FUCK ME SECOND TIME?? reupload. old blog got suspended!
being around you right now was almost dangerous. you were raging and fuming on your way home, because your now ex-boyfriend broke up with you for a girl he’s known for two months. there were so many emotions boiling inside you. you probably should have been crying, but instead you were stomping home angrily, already thinking about how you would tell your best friend everything.
you and jisung have been renting an apartment together for quite some time. he saw all the ups and downs of your relationship with your boyfriend, but never said anything. he was just there when you needed him; and that's why he's been your best friend for so long.
“hanji! you won’t believe what just happened!” you slammed the door open as you sprinted into his room. you were so emotional, you didn’t notice how quickly jisung switched tabs in the browser and stumbled at your sudden appearance.
“what?” his big boba eyes were looking at you, trying to find any clue to your bad mood. he was worried, but mostly in shock.
“dude, just- oh my god! i still can’t process what just happened!”
jisung only shook his head in a sign for you to continue.
“i broke up with my boyfriend.” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked down at your friend.
hatred mixed with anger was still raging inside you, and the surprisingly emotionless jisung did not help you cope with your emotions at all.
“are you joking?”
“well…” you sighed, twitching the sleeve of the sweatshirt. “technically, he broke up with me.”
“are you joking?!” jisung repeated the question in the same manner, but more startled now. yeah, he had a wide range of emotions. you’ve got used to it by now.
it made you go through the events of the last couple of hours again, trying to recount exactly every detail of your dialogue; not forgetting to mention several times what kind of asshole your ex is. while you were busy telling, you didn’t notice the stupid smirk that appeared on jisung’s face. oh, he was not hearing a word. instead, jisung shamelessly studied your features.
“are you even listening to me?!” his aloof expression with a silly grin caused a new wave of anger.
“yeah, s-sorry, i just still can’t process the news.” he highlighted the last word, clearing his throat nervously.
that was unusual. jisung tended fall out of reality sometimes, but he never neglected your feelings when you needed his support the most. you snorted under your breath and looked back at his desk. only now you noticed a hand cream and a box of tissues on the table.
oh.
“hanji… were you-“ you let out a laugh. “sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt your… activity.”
slowly, jisung’s face turned completely red — a cute blush on his cheeks combined with crimson ears. he was ready to sink through the ground.
“shut up.” he blurted out. “you were so fast i barely had time to shove my dick in my pants.”
it was supposed to come off as a silly joke, but you felt a knot tying inside your stomach. you never thought about jisung masturbating in his room. of course, you knew he did that. obviously, he did that. but you never thought about it. and now…
how many times a day did jisung jerk off in his room? in the shower? when you weren’t home? your train of thought could no longer be stopped.
and then you did something completely stupid.
“c’mon, let’s see what our hanji likes to watch while jerking off…” you hummed theatrically, clicking on the random tab he was trying to hide.
oh.
you definitely did not expect what you saw.
a photo of yourself bending over the kitchen counter. jisung took it secretly while you were busy doing chores, like some kind of pervert.
you quickly clicked though other tabs just to see more photos of you and your ass from different angles and poses. but the last tab caught your attention particularly.
“roommate fucked my face. facesitting and pussylicking using me as a fucktoy” was the title of the video. it was so stupidly written it made you laugh.
your gaze shifted back to jisung. he was not looking at you nor at the monitor. instead, jisung stared at the ceiling, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.
“oh wow-“ was all you could say.
it was hot. not only in the room, but the sight of him was hot.
a cute blush covered his cheeks. you’ve never noticed before how puffy they are. it must be really soft to sit on them…
“hanji… look at me.”
he refused, closing his eyes instead. the level of embarrassment was already over the board, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to withstand your gaze.
it took him by surprise when you turned his chair around to face you. he squealed loudly and opened his eyes, only to find himself face to face with you. his big boba eyes widened as he tried to sit up in the chair, but you held him by the shoulders, forcing him to stay in place.
“explain?”
jisung mouthed all the swear words he could remember. was there a way out of this situation? he was totally screwed!
in his mind, the moment of his confession should have been the most romantic moment in your relationship, but in reality he was sitting there with his rock hard dick stuffed in his pants and evidence of his creepy behavior all over the monitor.
you didn’t want to let him go so easily. you wanted to hear him stutter a little more, trying to explain his stupid actions. maybe he would finally buy a door lock…
the pressure of your knee parting his legs made him squirm in place. he took a deep breath and finally spoke.
“i dont know what to say, okay?! what do you want to hear?” he looked irritated now. “yes, i jerk off to the pictures of you. yes, i jerk off to the thoughts of fucking you. yes, i do that even when you are home and there is a risk you’ll catch me. yes, i took all those pictures like a total creep. you have full right to kick me out right now. i know i am a total scumbag!”
the speech hit you with the heatwave. the thought of your best friend pleasing himself over you was enough to make you horny. every word he said got imprinted on your brain while you tried not to jump on him and ask him to fuck you.
“who said i am gonna kick you out?” you cooed, cupping his cheek with your palm. as if it wasn’t breathtaking for him already, you boldly invited yourself onto his lap, making him sit up, his hands immediately finding place on your waist.
the dumb confused look on his face made you smile even more. he was totally baffled by your actions, you could see how fast his brain was working, trying to find at least some explanation for what was happening.
that was just the beginning. to tease him a little more, you shifted on his lap, causing his hips to jerk up into you. now his boner was even more evident. he was wearing only grey sweatpants and nothing underneath as a part of his home clothes. that ended up being the reason of his noticeable hard-on.
a desperate moan escaped his lips as his head fell back against the chair. it was so satisfying to watch him fall apart. somehow, he still hasn’t figured out the game you were playing. in his mind, you were just toying with him, about to kick him out on the street any minute. in attempt to control his reactions and gain some control, he gripped your waist tighter, making your breath quicken. you were not only playing with him, but with yourself too.
the precum started leaking through his sweatpants right onto your clothes, but you couldn’t care less. to be honest, you got even more aroused at the thought of his arousal staining your clothes.
the veins on his neck became so visible as he tried to control his facial expression. he was panting, chest rising and falling, his cheeks flushed as his eyes stared at you from beneath his long lashes.
“why are you doing this to me?” jisung whimpered. “i can’t control myself, when you’re sitting on me like that.”
“then don’t control yourself.” you leaned even closer to his face, barely touching his nose with yours.
he could feel your hot breath on his lips. frozen in place, he did not dare to move, afraid to ruin the moment.
satisfied with the tension you created, you finally captured your lips together. it was sloppy, mostly because of his nervousness, but still very arousing. you kept shifting on his lap, making him moan softly in your mouth. you swore that was the hottest thing ever.
you cut the kiss short to appreciate the sight of your best friend beneath you. the look you give him drove him utterly insane.
“get on the bed.” you simply ordered.
jisung cursed under his breath. his boba eyes widened once again. this boldness coming from you took him by surprise. it was not like he did not want it, his dick was twitching so hard under your ass, but he needed some time to realize that his fantasies had finally become reality.
“c’mon. i won’t ask twice.”
he was so fazed by your first command that he didn’t notice you had already left his lap and made your way to his bed.
it felt like a dream. he couldn’t believe his luck; to have his gorgeous best friend, the girl of his dreams, as his flatmate was one thing, but to have his best friend half-naked on his bed was another thing. your beautiful body was sitting on his sheets, while pieces of clothing flew in different directions. he took a minute to appreciate this act of stripping you pulled for him. in a matter of seconds, you were sitting on his bed half-naked, with a growing irritated look.
“s-sorry! coming!”
dealing with the clothes on the way, he made it to the bed. his eyes never left your body even for a second. god, he wanted to fuck you so bad. the view of you patiently waiting for him to take you had him weak in the knees. jisung was speechless — from the situation itself, from your actions, from the sudden boldness in your behavior. he always knew you had that confidence. he knew it was somewhere inside you, hidden because your boyfriend hated dominant women. that is also why he wanted to fuck you — just to show you how different sex can be.
the way you pushed his body against the bed made his dick twitch even harder. oh, he was so turned on that he could barely restrain himself from jumping on you and ripping off your panties.
“wanna taste me?” you asked, already making your way to his face.
jisung nodded eagerly in response, making you chuckle. he was so compliant, eager to do anything, just to make you feel better.
“i do. i really want to feel you on my face. please, baby, crush me with your thighs.” the words were pouring out of him. jisung has always been like that — once he started talking, it was impossible to shut him up. maybe that's why your first wish was to sit on his face.
at first you lowered yourself slightly, just to let him get used to the feeling. jisung did not waste much time, immediately starting to lick your folds. his face quickly turned into a wet mess, only gaining pleased groans from him.
“you taste so good…” he moaned into you, keeping his face firmly planted between the slick folds of your cunt.
the way his tongue was working on your clit made you relax and enjoy the moment, so you didn’t realize how you fully sat on his face. you only noticed what you did, when you felt his tongue working harder than before, and his cock started dripping with precum.
“oh, you liked that?” you cooed at him and repeated the same process of sitting on his face with full weight. jisung’s reaction was the same, just slightly more intense with the way his cock shamelessly released an impressive amount of precum.
jisung enjoyed all the interactions you’ve had with his face so far, so the level of enjoyment didn’t decrease when your pussy moved faster and rougher on his mouth.
you watched as his shaft became wet and slippery from his own precum. his hips were bucking up into nothing.
“s-so good— s-so good!” jisung mumbled into your pussy between his licks. he didn’t really care if you thought he was being weird. he had been longing for this moment for so long that he didn't care anymore. “‘m close!”
jisung’s tone was almost shy when he spoke into you. the familiar burning sensation inside his stomach was rapidly building. he was ashamed of himself; he didn’t want to cum untouched, especially during your first sex together. he began to squirm under you from sudden pleasure, which sharply tightened his tummy.
the sight of him grinding his hips into the air made you even wetter. the desperation to relieve himself, your sounds fueled his feral need and desire to keep you all to himself; he craved to fill you up and watch it dribble out of your hole, but now he literally put your needs above his own.
it was breathtaking to see jisung obeying you that easily. you’ve never been able to talk your boyfriend into subbing. he has always been so arrogant, afraid to try something new, to lose his “manly” look...
you shook your head. you didn’t even notice how your thoughts went back to your ex.
“hey…” jisung paused as soon as you stopped grinding on his face. “are you alright? did i do something wrong? you can just tell me, i will stop.”
“no, no. i am fine… it’s just-” you sighed, lifting yourself up from his face completely.
“just?” he raised his eyebrows cutely. the way his mood completely changed with you, made your heart fill with warm. even while being in such position — crushed by your thighs — he was looking at you fondly, ready to take care of you at any second.
“just- want you to fuck me until i forget about my ex. my mind keeps going back to him, i need you to fuck me dumb till i’m out of breath… please?”
jisung’s heart skipped a beat as he heard those words from you. the “please” at the end was so unnecessary, he would have obeyed you anyway.
his forehead was covered in sweat, bangs were smeared on his face, and his mouth was wet from your juices. but he still smiled like a cheshire cat, making you laugh at him.
“whatever you want, baby. i am all yours.” he winked at you, lifting himself from the bed.
he stroked his cock slowly, and the pre-cum dripped down the shaft, his thumb smearing the droplets all over the red tip. you quickly positioned yourself with your back arching, allowing him to take you from behind. you still weren't ready to face your best friend in an intimate moment like this. like you weren’t sitting on his face moments ago.
after getting a couple of strokes, jisung guided his dick to your wet cunt. he rubbed the tip up and down your slit, collecting additional wetness.
with his chest pressed against your back, he slipped his cock inside your cunt with ease. he didn’t even have to put in the slightest of effort. one hand wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, while the other gave your ass a loud smack, making you clench your walls around him. you bit your lip to hide a moan. your didn’t want to sound so desperate… yet.
jisung started huffing short breaths against your skin. his eyes rolled back as he felt the warmth of your pussy engulfing him. your walls were burning in stretch due to the difference in sizes. your pussy was not used to the dick that big. and jisung was definitely bigger in size than your ex. so him fucking into you raw was driving your mind in circles.
jisung was hitting all the right spots. his hand was wrapped around your waist with his fingers finding his way to your clit again. it was so not necessary, his cock was thick enough to provide you all the needed stimulation. his thumb grazed against your clit, as he kept tracing circles, making you squirm and whimper in pleasure. additionally, he spread your folds apart even more, so he could collect your wetness on them.
“how naughty.” jisung whispered into your neck.
you moaned and shivered both from jisung’s dirty words and his dick that was currently filling your pussy perfectly. the pace of his thrusts hadn't slowed down all this time, only growing faster and faster. he really did what you asked him to — fucked you dumb until you were out of breath. you could already feel yourself choking on air.
the room felt hot and sticky. you were starting to feel dizzy, the coil in your stomach just waiting to be snapped the rougher jisung would thrust into you. his tip was hitting that exact spot every time. you’ve never came from vaginal stimulation alone, but it didn't surprise you that it was jisung who was going to make you orgasm in this way.
“f-fuck, faster please…” you cried out, tears started falling down your cheeks. the stretch felt so good; everything just felt so right and perfect. why didn’t you fuck you best friend before?
“faster?! isn’t that fast enough for you, baby?” he was a little taken aback by your words. he tried his best to please you, and to be honest, he was already approaching his limit.
“n-no-“ you sounded so fucked out already. “f-faster, need you to fuck me m-more-“
your frantic pleas only encouraged jisung to increase his speed. he was ready to reach that limit for you. the wet slaps of his cock thrusting into you were filling the room. his hips were not giving you a break. you continuously whimpered, looking like you’re about to lose your mind from pleasure.
jisung removed his hand from your waist, making his way to your breast, squeezing it harshly. you could just whine, too dumb on his cock to say anything. the pinch of your nipples brought you closer to your release, but then he landed a harsh slap on your ass, making you realize you are seconds away from cumming.
“‘m close! so close! i’m cumming, hanji!” your eyes rolled back and all you could do was hold your breath the moment the intense orgasm washed over you.
jisung groaned, trying to help you ride through it.
“wait- where do i-“ jisung asked panicky. he was very close too.
“inside- want it inside. all of it, hanji.” your head was spinning as you said these words.
jisung choked on his spit, but did as you asked.
“shit.” he cursed. his cock twitched, releasing a load of sperm inside you. at a moment like this, you wished you could see he face, while we was cumming. his cum was sticky, dripping from your hole onto the bedsheets, staining everything. jisung breathed out as he finished. “can’t deny, you sounded so hot begging for me to cum inside you.”
your breathing has finally returned to normal. you chuckled at his words tiredly. suddenly, all the energy was drained from you body. you collapsed on the bed, allowing jisung to tug you into his embrace. the heat rushed to your cheeks when it finally hit you with a realization.
you just fucked your best friend.
and it was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.
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its a meme going around stayville bc some creator made fake texts "skz would send you after you died" and that one was lee know's and for some reason everybody finds it hilarious so its getting spread like wildfire
skz would send you after you WHAT?!?? o.O
ty for telling me :,) i’m a grannie, so i always miss out on a new memes
