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⋆ . 𐙚 ˚ ࿔ honey’s works 𝜗𝜚 ˚ ⋆
✮⋆˙ Game Over (han jisung x reader, nsfw)
✮⋆˙ Seat 14B (han jisung x reader, nswf)
✮⋆˙ Guess Who? Boo! (lee know x reader x seungmin, nsfw)
✮⋆˙ Show Me Where (han x reader, nsfw)
Gifs:
✮⋆˙ Han gifs
──── ˙ ✧ ˖ 𝓢𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝓚𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˖ ✧ ˙ ────
𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 ? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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Stray Kids React to "Thank You for the Flowers" Texts by @jsabimi (fluff)
Pranking them with another members sweater by @silv3rswirls (fluff)
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Stray kids reaction to s/o who can't sleep in the same bed by @jinnie-ret (angst, fluff)
STRAY KIDS REACTION to you undressing in front of them by @blondechariot (fluff)
Aaah tysm! 💘🫶🏼🥹
(Also can confirm that those other han ffs are great i read them too^^!)
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Show Me Where
nsfw ahead, 18+ only ˚ ⋆｡˚ ❀
pairings: sub roommate!han x teasing fem!reader
tags/warnings: han has a crush on reader, smut, roommates, biology/anatomy, studying, teasing, masturbation, praise kink, licking, kissing, making out, hickeys, han is sensitive and easily flustered, sub!han and kinda nerd!han, unprotected sex, reader "leads" han, grabbing, riding, fingering, reader compliments han often and he get's all red (or it's kinda more dirty talk)
authors note: i had to repost this smth was wrong!! the roommates trope was requested :) also i'm gonna start with the hp ones! Thanks to everyone that voted on the poll! Also i "used" the title a bit different here than in my last fic:P
word count: 4-5k
Your roommate han sits with you for a biology study session as you settle on his lap, touching him and using his body to answer the questions. Months of teasing have left your flustered roommate unable to resist.
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The apartment you shared with han was a typical off-campus setup: two bedrooms, a cramped kitchen, and a living room couch that had seen better days. It's just a short walk from the university gates, it was perfect for late-night cramming or early-morning rushes to lectures. You both attended the same college, but different majors - your literature one kept you buried in novels and essays, while han dove into music production. It was a balance that worked, mostly. Except for the part where you'd turned teasing him into your favorite hobby.
You'd always known han jisung was the type to blush at the slightest provocation. With his soft, round cheeks and that sparkle in his eyes, he was like a walking invitation to push his buttons.
It began innocently enough, or so you told yourself. Like that first rainy tuesday in october. You'd both stumbled home soaked from the downpour, classes dragging on longer than expected. Han shook out his umbrella in the entryway, water dripping from his dark hair as he kicked off his sneakers. You, however, peeled off your drenched jacket right there in the hallway, revealing the thin white tank top clinging to your skin like a second layer.
“Ugh, this weather is brutal”, you complained, wringing out your hair and letting droplets trail down your neck. Han's gaze flicked up from unlacing his shoes, and he froze, eyes locking on your chest before snapping away so fast his neck cracked.
“Y-Yeah, totally” he mumbled, voice pitching higher as he grabbed a towel from the closet and thrust it toward you without looking. “Here, uhhmm, dry off. I-l'll make tea or something”
You took the towel with a grin, draping it over your shoulders but not bothering to cover up as you followed him to the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, you watched him fumble with the kettle, his ears burning red. “thanks, jisungieee. You're always sooo sweet. Bet you don't get this much excitement in music theory” you say while leaning closer.
He let out a nervous chuckle, that bubbly sound strained as he avoided eye contact. “E-excitement you say? N-nah, just notes and rhythms. Nothing like... whatever you're studying today.”
The kettle whistled, saving him from saying even more nonsense, but you caught the way his hands shook pouring the hot water.
At school, han could unwind. You'd see him between buildings sometimes, laughing with his friends. No teasing there - just pure, unfiltered jisung, bubbly and carefree. As soon as he entered your shared space, the air changed
The next escalation came on a lazy Friday evening. The water ran hot as you stepped into the shower, imagining his reaction.
Sure enough, minutes later, the front door clicked open, followed by the shuffle of his backpack hitting the floor. You heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, then a sharp intake of breath.
“y/n? Did you...uh...” his voice trailed off, hesitant and already tinged with embarrassment. You turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself before peeking out the door.
There he stood, holding your bra between two fingers like it might bite, his face a completely red. His wide eyes darted from the bra to you, then to the ceiling, and the blush exploded across his skin - cheeks, neck, even his collarbones peeking from his shirt turning a vivid pink.
“Oh! Hannie, you're home early,” you said, stepping out with the towel knotted loosely at your chest. Water still beaded on your shoulders, trickling down into the valley between your breasts. “What's that? Mine? How'd it get there?” you ask innocently.
He thrust it forward, nearly dropping it in his haste, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck as if to hide the spreading red. “It was just... hanging. I-I thought maybe y-you might n-need it or - wait, no, that's stupid. Sorry i-i don't know what 'm saying.. i'll just... put it in your r-room?” his words tumbled out in a shy rush, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. The nickname had him flushing even harder, his ears practically glowing.
You took it from his grasp, your fingers brushing his in the process. He jerked back like you'd shocked him, that shy smile wobbling on his lips while his face burned hotter. “Don't worry hannie i'll handle it. Unless you want to help? clasp it?” you say stepping closer and dropping the towel a bit lower, so its barely covering your nipples.
“U-uh y/n y-your towel it's-“ he tried but it's useless, the red on his cheeks stands out even more now. “You're killing me, y/n. I-Im gonna g-go... study. Yeah. Study.” he says before he closes the door to his bedroom.
The pattern continued. Saturday mornings became your personal favourites. You'd chill in the kitchen in oversized sleep shorts that rode up when you reached for the cereal on the top shelf, bending just so to give him a view of your ass as he poured coffee. “Pass the milk hannie?” you'd ask innocently.
Han's hand would freeze on the carton, his eyes widening before he forced them down, a fresh wave of red flooding his face. He'd pass it over quickly, mumbling, “Sure, here”
“Sleep well?” he'd manage, trying to sound casual, but the blush betrayed him every time.
“Like a baby,” you'd reply, hopping onto the counter and crossing your legs, the shorts hiking higher. “You? Heard you humming in your room late last night. Composing something steamy?”
“Just... melodies. Nothing special.” But you'd catch him glancing at your thighs, only to look away with an even deeper flush.
“hmmm like what you see hannie?” you ask while leaning closer to him “you know i'd give you everything you want right? And with everything i mean absolutely everything hannie, you name it” you whispered into his ear. You like teasing him like this. But before you can continue you can hear his phone ringing. He quickly snaps out of it and goes to pick up the call.
Sometimes you'd drop your phone near his feet during dinner prep, bending at the waist to retrieve it, your shirt dipping low enough for a peek down your neckline. You always wear your best bra for moments like these. Straightening up, you'd find him staring at his plate, fork paused mid-air, his ears red, cheeks burning, even his lips parted in shy surprise.
“Clumsy me,” you'd sigh but not being bothered enough to fix your top.
“No problem,” he'd mutter, voice rough and barely above a whisper, the blush refusing to fade as he shifted.
One particularly night midweek changed everything. You'd come home from a long lecture, skirt rumpled and mind wandering to frustrations beyond books. Slipping into your room, you didn't quite close the door all the way - it wasn't an accident - you just couldn't be bothered to close it.
Your hand slipped under your skirt, fingers circling your clit as tension uncoiled. Soft moans escaped your lips, a low “Ah...” here, a sharper gasp there, the sounds carrying through the thin wood despite your half-hearted attempt at quiet. Your mind went to han, you love his cute flustered face but you can't get his abs out of your head. How can the owner of such an adorable face have such a ripped body? Your fingers start to move faster wishing it were his and not yours.. “hmph.. ugh.. h-han” you moaned out, ...and his back muscles, don't even get started on those, you hope that man never leaves the gym seriously, he and his back muscles are a blessing to man kind.
Thinking about his abs under you, his fingers in you.. you stared moving your fingers even faster and reach with your other hand your breast, pinching your nipples, your mind's filled with han and only him. “Yes.. han.. gosh hannnn...” you continue breathless, as you feel yourself getting close your moans grew wider and wider.
On the other side, Han was in the living room, headphones halt-on as he sketched lyrics. The noises filtered through - subtle at first, then unmistakable. His pencil stopped, face draining then flooding with red as realization hit. He shifted on the couch, thighs pressing together, ears straining to the door down the hall. The slight moans, the rustle of fabric, had his cheeks burning, shyness warring with curiosity. He bolted to his room soon after, door clicking shut, but not before you heard his hurried footsteps, knowing he'd heard every whimper and moan.
In his dimly lit room, Han stared at the insistent bulge straining against his pants “hhh not again,” he muttered, cheeks flushing as he unzipped and freed his throbbing cock. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, stroking slowly at first, but visions of your soft, plush thighs wrapping around him flooded his mind, urging him to pump faster, hips bucking into his fist.
Your pinkish lips - full and glossy - haunted him next, the perfect shape for sucking his cock instead of this desperate handjob. A bead of drool escaped the corner of his mouth, he was so lost in the fantasy, imagining them stretched around his tip, tongue swirling.
God, he was embarrassed by these filthy thoughts, but he couldn't stop. Your breasts, heavy and begging to be groped, filled his head - nipples hard under his palms, his mouth latched on, sucking greedily. He'd trade a whole month of manga binges just for one taste, one chance to bury his face between them.
His strokes quickened, slick with precum, a soft "mmm" slipping from his lips as pleasure coiled tight in his core.
The next morning, he avoided your eyes over breakfast. You 'dropped' your fork under the table, bending to fetch it - skirt lifting to bare your thighs. Coming up, you hugged his neck again, whispering, “Morning, hannie. You look cute when you're all sleepy-eyed.” you mumble still a bit sleepy yourself.
“You always smell so good” you added, nuzzling briefly into his neck. He nodded “y-yeah thanks i bought this new..” he kept talking about why he smelled so good but you didn't care it's not like you wanted to smell like him, you wanted his smell on you. It's seriously addicting and you can't get enough of it. You want him to leave it everywhere on your hair, your clothes, your breasts and your thighs..
“Say..” you spoke up again, “do you mind helping me with biology sometime? Exams are soon and they're brutal, also you've always been an A student in bio, we wouldn't even need to check if the answers are right” you continued.
His eyes met yours “y-yeah sure. Whatever” he swallowed hard but you could see the growing nervousness in his eyes.
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You kicked the door shut behind you, the pleated skirt of your university uniform swishing, the blouse felt a bit rumpled from hours of note-taking, buttons straining slightly over your chest, but you left it as is - perfect for what you had in mind.
Dropping your backpack by the entryway table with a soft thud, you inhaled the familiar scent of the place
Padding across the cool hardwood floor, you rounded the corner into the living room. There he was, han jisung, lounging on the worn gray couch with his legs stretched out, uniform still intact from his own classes.
Dark pants hugged his slim hips, the white shirt tucked neatly but with the sleeves rolled up to expose forearms that had grown more defined from his recent gym habit. The tie hung loose around his neck, and his dark hair was tousled as if he'd run his fingers through it in frustration over some melody stuck in his head.
“Hey hannie” you said casually “did you just get back as well?.”
"Hey, yeah like uh 15 mins ago? I think" he replied while rubbing the back of his neck, a classic tell for his nervousness, he glanced away for a second before meeting your gaze again. “Classes dragged today. Music theory prof had us dissecting chord progressions for hours. What about you? Survived the bio lecture?”
Dropping onto the arm of the couch right beside him, your knee brushing his shoulder in an 'accident. The contact made him tense slightly, but he didn't pull away. “Barely. All that talk about cellular respiration has my brain fried. But that's why I need you, genius. Help me cram for the anatomy section? Quiz me, make it stick. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can do a movie night?. You know, blankets, snacks, zero brainpower required.”
His face brightened at the mention of movie night, the pink in his cheeks softening into a genuine grin. “Movie night? Count me in. I've been dying for a break. Yeah, I can quiz you - no problem.”
“Great” you answer with a genuine smile. You get up to grab all of your biology textbooks from your bag and bedroom, and some flashcards. “Okay, tutor. Start simple. Question me like i'm five, but with the real bio answers. Make it interactive - i can point things out, whatever.”
Han nodded eagerly “alright, basics first. Where are the eyes located on the human body, and what's their primary biological function?”
You settled beside him on the couch, close enough that your thigh pressed against his. Leaning forward, you traced the arch of your brow. “Eyes sit on the front of the skull, one on each side of the nose, inside the bony orbits. They're organs of vision - light enters through the cornea, focuses on the retina, and photoreceptors turn it into signals sent along the optic nerve to the brain. The iris controls pupil size to regulate light.”
He blinked, clearly impressed “damn, you nailed that. Way better than my first attempt in class. Okay, building on sensory stuff: the ears. Where are they anatomically placed, and what's the specific role of the outer ear components, like the pinna and the external auditory canal?”
This was perfect. With a smile you didn't bother hiding, you swung your leg over his lap in one smooth move, straddling him before he could process. Your skirt rode up immediately, the fabric whispering against his pants as you settled your weight, core pressing lightly against the warmth of his thigh.
His hands froze mid-air, eyes going wide as a violent blush erupted across his face, painting his cheeks, nose, and even his forehead in deep red. His mouth opened and closed.
“W-What are you doing? y/n I-uh-” he stammered, his body rigid beneath you but not pushing away. Instead, his fingers twitched, hovering near your hips as if unsure whether to touch or flee.
You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart through the blouse, and leaned in until your noses nearly brushed. “Relax, Hannie. It's hands-on learning. You know? A bit of interracting, it's just for the purpose of memorizing it. Also it's way easier to demonstrate on a live model, don't you think? Trust me, i'll remember it better this way.” Your breath tickled his skin as you turned your head, lips hovering near his ear. Gently, you traced the outer curve with your fingertip.
“So, ears are located on the lateral sides of the head, positioned between the temporal bone and the mandible, roughly at the level of the eyes” you said while brushing with your lips against his ear. You can see his them growing red.
“Y-y/n i don't think that's the ans-” but before he can finish his sentence you started licking his ear. His body trembled as slight moan escaped him. When you started to suck and nibble slightly at it he started to 'complain' “y/n... oh God, thats-ahh sensitive please don't-” but by his shaky breaths and eyes rolling back, you could tell that he was enjoying this.
You pulled back just enough to meet his dazed eyes “And hannie? Did i get it right” you asked innocently. “Well uh- yes i mean no, uhm the first part was?” he mumbled out avoiding your eyes.
Unsatisfied with his reaction, you dove back in, kissing along the edge of his ear, your tongue tracing it. Han's moans grew louder, unrestrained - soft at first, then building to needy whines that filled the room. His fingers dug into your sides, not guiding but clinging “feels... too good. Can't think straight,” he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder as he buried his face there briefly, hot breath ghosting your neck.
“You're doing amazing, taking every kiss. Your ears turning red like this? Such a good boy” you murmured the compliments against his skin, feeling him shiver, his cock hardening fully now, a firm ridge pressing insistently against your core. You ground down subtly, eliciting a sharp cry from him, his head falling back to expose more of his neck. “Aaah-y-y/n” he breathes out.
After a few more teasing licks - drawing out those delicious sounds - you sat up slightly, hands on his shoulders. “Next question, tutor. Keep up.”
Han swallowed audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing, chest heaving as he fumbled for the textbook with trembling fingers. His tie was crooked now, blouse slightly untucked from your movements. Voice hoarse, he managed, “throat... the larynx. Where's it positioned in the neck, and what's its function in both respiration and voice production?”
You hummed approvingly, shifting your weight to grind more deliberately, feeling him throb beneath you. As your lust grows so does his cock underneath you. The small amount of layers making it almost unbearable to not take it out and finally put it in. But you wait. Not yet. You still wanted to play with him a bit.
"The larynx sits in the front of the neck, just below the hyoid bone and above the trachea" you whispered while moving from his ears down to his neck.
“It's made of cartilage and holds the vocal cords inside” you said, now kissing his neck slightly biting it and getting severals moans out of him. “Mhmmm those vocal cords” you say sucking even harder now.
“When you breathe, it opens so air can pass through easily” since it looks like he stopped breathing you decided to help him a bit out and started going up and down on him, humping him slightly, just so your clothed pussy goes down on his huge bulge. He wanted to say something but he only managed gasps and shaky breaths out of him.
“Y-y/n wha- what are you-“ but before he can continue you shut him up by colliding your lips. “The lips. Soft and sensitive, they shape every word, every breath. They tease, taste, and tempt - made for feeling as much as speaking” you mumble out but this time han's lips crash against yours - no hesitation, just heat. His fingers slide up the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your breath mingles and the world narrows to the press of his body. Every movement feels deliberate, hungry, his kiss deepening until it leaves both of you dizzy and wanting more.
You bit at his lip slightly, grabbing his by his tie and deepening the kiss, just enough to get a reaction out of him. His hands clutched your hips harder, nails biting through the skirt, as his body arched into your mouth.
“Fuck-y/n! That... ahh, hurts so good,” he gasped, voice cracking into a whine, his blush spreading down his neck to disappear under his collar, each suck drawing out more desperate sounds - moans that pitched high, whimpers that begged without words.
Letting go of his mouth you look down at your marks on him. admiring the red-purple spot before licking over it soothingly.
“Right here, see? The adam's apple” “mhmmm” he answers in a low moan, “you're moaning so prettily, Hannie. Such a perfect boy for me, letting me mark you up.” The praise made him keen, a fresh wave of heat flooding his face as his cock jerked against you, pre-cum likely soaking his underwear by now.
You didn't stop there, more sucks and nips along his throat, building a trail of hickeys that would bruise even more beautifully by morning. Each one pulled louder cries from him - “Please... more, oh god, your mouth..” - his hips bucking weakly, seeking friction. His tie dangled loosely, brushing your cheek, and you tugged it playfully, feeling him pulse in response.
“Your neck's so pretty and muscular, Hannie. Makes it easy to kiss every inch. And these sounds? Driving me wild - keep moaning like that for me.” You whispered dirty encouragements, your own arousal pooling, panties damp against his hardness. He was a wreck already, eyes glassy, lips parted on pants, but he was ready for the next question, voice wrecked.
“H-Heart... anatomical location and primary function?Chambers, circulation.”
Smirking, you reached for his tie, fingers loosening the knot until it slid free. You tossed it aside, then moved to the buttons of his shirt, popping the top one open to reveal the hollow of his throat. “Mhmmm hannie so pretty” you say while scratching his skin teasingly with your nails as he whimpers, head falling back.
“The heart sits deep in the chest, just left of center-tucked safely between the lungs, behind the ribs” you moved to the next button.
“It's strong and steady, a muscle that never rests. Four chambers working in pertect rhythm, pulling in and pushing out life with every beat” you whisper popping another one open.
With each button undone - two, three, four - more skin emerged: the sharp line of his collarbones, the smooth width of his chest. You pushed the fabric apart, exposing his nipples.
Leaning down, you kissed the center of his chest, right over where his heart hammered wildly “feel that beat? That's your pump working overtime because of me” you say with a wink, making him chuckle but also growing red “you're unbelieveable y/n..”
Han's moan was low, loud and raw as your lips sealed over the skin, sucking a hickey directly above his chest bone. His hands roamed up your back, clutching desperately, body bowing off the couch “y/n... yes, fuck - your tongue.. it's too much-“ he cried out, voice breaking. His abs clenched visibly as you trailed lower, kissing across his torso.
“God, hannie, your chest is incredible. So firm, these muscles i can't get enough of them i really want to lick them” you said with lustful eyes. He couldn't take it anymore, moans growing louder - long, needy draws of breath turning to sharp gasps. “Such strong muscles hannn ahhh- bet you worked hard for them. Makes me want to bite, eat you up completley.”
His cock strained, grinding up against your soaked panties with each roll of your hips. “Please... touch me more. I'm yours - tell me I'm good,” he begged, voice pleading, blush spreading down his neck.
You did, nipping gently before licking broad stripes over his skin, a bite here a lick there. Nails going over his toned abs.
“You are so good, baby. The best. Look at these arms - wrapping around me so tight, all buff and powerful. Turns me on seeing you like this, shirt open, moaning loud for your roommate” your hands slid to his biceps, squeezing the taut muscle as you sucked harder on his chest, leaving a lots of marks. “Mhmm y/n m-more- praise me more-“ he said shyly and breathless.
But you didn't want to give completely in yet. Just a tiny bit more teasing. Just a bit.
Without prompting, you transitioned smoothly. “Lungs next, sitting on either side of the heart and protected by ribs. They let you breathe - air comes in when the diaphragm and chest muscles expand them, and goes out when they relax”
Your fingers traced his ribs, pushing the shirt fully off his shoulders to bare his torso. You kissed lower, over the lung fields, tongue dipping into the dips between muscles “breathe in deep for me, hannie. Show me how they fill.” He obeyed, chest expanding on a moan, your mouth following the rise and fall.
You ground down harder, feeling his desperation, Your fingers traced his ribs, pushing the shirt fully off his shoulders to bare his torso. You kissed lower, over the lung fields, tongue dipping into the dips between muscles “breathe deep for me, hannie. Show me how they fill.” He obeyed, chest expanding on a moan, your mouth following the rise and fall.
You ground down harder, feeling his desperation, dirty talk spilling freely. “Your lungs must be working overtime with all these moans. So hot hannie, panting like that - fill me with those sounds.”
Cries echoing as you explored, hands kneading his abs - hard muscles that flexed under your palms. “These? Insanely defined. Your body is soo hot hannie, making me wet just looking at it. No not wet. Making me almost even cum” you whispered, praise fueled him, his hips snapping up, cock leaking steadily.
Time blurred in the haze of touches and questions, but Han pushed on, voice a wrecked rasp. “Fingers... the structure and muscles of the fingers. What's their use?”
Bingo.
You locked eyes, his blown pupils reflecting your hunger “each finger has joints that bend and stretch, with the thumb a little different. Muscles in your arm and hand let them move just right-gripping, pressing, teasing... or exploring”
Grabbing his hand, you guided his fingers to your blouse, unbuttoning it slowly to expose your bra, lace straining. Then, putting his index and middle fingers into your mouth, sucking at them, you swirled your tongue, coating them in saliva. Han groaned deeply, a loud, submissive sound, his free hand fisting the couch “y/n... fuck, your mouth a-and tounge-“
Popping them free, slick and shining, you hiked your skirt higher, shoving panties aside to bare your dripping pussy. The cool air hit your folds, but his gaze burned hotter. “Watch, me hannie. See how they function inside.. of me” you pressed his fingers to your entrance, sinking down slowly, pushing them into the tight, wet heat.
He cried out, eyes rolling as you clenched around him “so warm... tight, oh shit-y-your pussy's gripping me ughh” his voice was loud, moans punctuating each word as you rode his fingers, guiding his thrusts. You curled them yourself at first, showing the motion, then let him take over.
“Curl like that - yes, hit my walls. Good boy, fingering me so deep. Your fingers are perfect, long and skilled - making my clit throb” you ground against his palm, pleasure coiling tight. He pumped eagerly, thumb finding your clit by instinct, rubbing circles that had you moaning back.
“Am I... good? Tell me, please y/n tell me- fuck, you're soaking m-my hand” he whined, pleas mixing with his loud groans, blush fierce as he watched his fingers disappear inside you.
“The best, baby. So good, learning my body. Your arms flexing while you do this? So buff, so hot - drives me crazy hannie”compliments poured, pushing him faster until your orgasm hit, walls fluttering, juices flooding his hand in a gush. “H-hannn” you cried trembling.
Pulling off, you brought his fingers to his mouth “clean them. Taste how you wrecked me” and he sucked greedily, moaning at the flavor, eyes watery.
But the fire raged on. You tugged his belt open, zipper down, freeing his cock-thick, veined, tip glistening with pre-cum.
“Next?” You asked, but you weren't expecting an answer that has anything to do with the biology textbook this time - he didn't give one, anyway. Instead, he told you exactly what he wanted.
“The ass," he panted, voice desperate. “Location, function - mmmmm...”
“Posterior pelvis and proximal femur, largest skeletal muscle. Extends the hip for standing, walking, climbing - powerful thrusts too” smirking, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your ass cheek, forcing him to squeeze the firm flesh through the skirt.
“Feel mine hannie? It's strong for riding” you said leaning closer to his ear "wanna.. see for yourself? Making sure i'm saying the truth" he moans. He moans so loud and squeezes your cheek harder, so hard it defenitly left a red mark.
He kneaded roughly, groaning “so full.. perfect ass, y/n-wanna- wanna- grab it while...” his words trailed into a moan as you stroked his cock.
“You will, pretty boy. Your cock's throbbing-sooo big hannie, leaking for me" positioning over him, you sank down, pussy swallowing his length inch by inch. He was huge, stretching you full, and you both moaned- yours husky, his loud.
“y/n it- 'm so so deep in you- your walls, milking my cock- p-please, ride me. I promise i'll be good, i'll be s-so good for you just let me put it in completely. Please- y/n i need-“
And you did, starting slow, rolling hips to grind his base against your clit. Then faster, bouncing, tits spilling from your bra. Wet slaps filled the air, his moans constant - loud, broken cries of “yes y/n oh my- your pussy's perfect- and your tits p-please let them free i-i need to see them p-please i've been imaging what they look like for so looong-h-how they feel a-and taste God y/n just remove your bra i-i can't take it-“ he thrust up submissively, letting you set the pace, hands squeezing your ass as guided.
Finally, you gave in, unhooking the bra with one hand and letting it fall away. Your full breasts bounced free, swaying as you rode him faster, grinding your clit against his pelvis. Han's eyes widened, a groan ripping from his throat “fuuuck they're pretty- so big, so soft... please, let me taste y/n” he strained upward, mouth open, tongue out like a starving man.
You leaned forward, shoving one tit into his eager mouth. He latched on immediately, sucking hard on your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hips jerked erratically beneath you. His free hand kneaded your other breast. The dual sensations - his cock pounding into your dripping pussy and his hot mouth devouring your tit - pushed you closer to the edge.
“That's it- fuck into me. Good boy, filling me so well. Your abs clenching? Wanna cum on them soo bad. Arms around my waist- hold me while I use you” dirty talk flowed, praise endless “moan louder, Hannie. Love hearing how my riding breaks you. Such a good big cock, twitching inside.”
He obeyed, cries echoing- "g-gonna cum- please- you're too good, praising me... your body's so mhmmm" his body's tensing, abs rippling under your nails.
“Cum now, fill my pussy, like you've always wanted it - you earned it, so good and obedient” he shattered with a loud moan, hot cum pulsing deep, triggering your own release, clenching around him in waves.
You collapsed onto his chest, both panting, his arms wrapping loosely. Hickeys dotted his skin, shirt ruined. “Best lesson ever, hannie. You're the best study partner, letting me use your body like this to demonstrate. This is going to be my favorite study method from now on”
He chuckled weakly, still blushing. “Shower... then movie?”
“Absolutely” you kissed his jaw while getting up “...also before i forget - you should show me where you got all your biology knowledge from? I need to prepare for our next study session. i'm questioning our A student hannie next, let's so how well you really know bio.”
WIP game
The rules - make a new post & share anything from your drafts or wips, and tag some more people.
Saw this through @hansacornfromlino (thanks for the tag ^^) & thanks to @jisunggy for starting the game
Show Me Where: han x reader, roommates, a biology study session leads to more & after lots of teasing for months han finally looses it, i’m posting this soon anyway
(No title yet but part of the harry potter ones): sub!seungmin x reader, seungmin is ravenclaw, reader is hufflepuff, you got detention together & have to make a potion together, you and seungmin have been “enemies” since you entered hogwarts so you decided to play a prank on him and add a bit of something into the potion & make him drink it. But whats happened when the potion causes weird side effects which include seungmin being overly needy that he’s at the point of begging?
(No title yet but part of the harry potter ones): han x reader x lino, reader’s a hufflepuff, lino’s slytherin and han’s gryffindor, han lino and you have been best friends for ages, nothing more. One day you find a spell book in the forbidden section. Without much thought behind it you decide to give it a shot and try the spells out not knowing what they actually are for.
Thats all i’ve got “on paper” so far the rest is still somewhere in my head. I’m just gonna tag @l0bulariia & @valthelover (u don’t have to ofc) and everyone else that wants to join 💘 this was a cute idea to connect with people ^^
Hey guys! I‘m gonna write a new story (after i finish my current one (its han x reader)) and its gonna be harry potter themed to match the new skz code episode! I‘m probably (to 99%) making one of seungmin cuz he looked waayy too good in this episode 😵💫 but i kinda wanna make at least one more! I just wanna know who we wanna see 💘 or if u have any wishes u can lmk too ^^
I‘d probs make one for one of these ships 🦦
Han x reader
Lino x reader
Lino x reader x han
I.N x reader
Chan x Reader x han
Pookie~~~~~ hopefully you will have the best Saturday, even if nothing epic happens, hope you get to have an easy and calm day!! Lauuuuuv you lotssssss!!
YOU MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!
haii! I just woke up hahahhaa and thank you thats ssooo kind i hope you have an amazing saturday as well and i lav you moreeeee 🦦🦦💘💘
Guess Who? Boo!
nsfw ahead, 18+ only ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚
pairings: dom!lee know x reader x dom!seungmin
tags/warning: smut, sex, blowjob, teasing, edging, nicknames, both are obsessed with reader, spanking, fingering, hard doms, praise kink, talking you through it, often use of “good girl” but not in a cringe way i promise, a bit of humor
authors note: minho x reader x seungmin was requested :) ps: to all my seungmin biases my friend made a whole seungmin album, her insta is maxiverse._ definitely worth a peek >.<
word count: like 4k? (i didn’t count help)
At a Halloween party, Lee Know and Seungmin show up masked as Ghostface, in a game where you have to identify the right one to cum, -wrong they edge you mercilessly, guess right and get your release
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The Halloween party pulsed with energy, the dim lights casting eerie shadows across the crowded living room. Costumes everywhere - witches cracking jokes, vampires mixing some red cocktails (or at least you hope those are just cocktails) and zombies playing beerpong.
You'd slipped into the crowd in a tight black dress that clung to every curve, the fabric dancing on your skin with each sway of your hips, but it was a deliberate tease, knowing the eyes that would follow. They lived for you - breathed for the way your body moved, the sounds you made when they broke you open. No one else existed in their world - your pussy's tight grip still haunting their cock, a slick memory they can’t forget.
Then, without warning, a hand grips your wrists. Dragging you up the creaking staircase where the music faded to a distant pulse.
“We've got a game for you” minho’s voice muffled through the mask. Or was it seungmin? They sounded so similar tonight, the masks distorting everything.
“A guessing game,” the other added, stepping closer. “We take turns touching you, pleasuring you. You guess who's doing it. Get it right, and you cum, screaming, moaning our names like a good girl until even the zombies downstairs know them. Wrong, you wait for the next round, no cumming, no release. Got it?”
Your heart raced, heat pooling low in your belly. Their obsession with you was no secret - they'd always been possessive in the best way, whispering praises that made you melt. The risk, the intimacy, it all pulled you in. “Yeah” you breathed, nodding “I want to play”
“We knew you’d never say no to us, our good girl’s always behaving right. Now kneel.” the voice said sharp, making you shiver. Your mind immediately went to Minho. It had to be him… right?
He didn't waste time. His hand shot out, fisting your hair roughly as he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It sprang forward, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Open wide, baby” he snarled, and before you could fully part your lips, he shoved himself into your mouth, without a warning , the salty tang of him flooding your senses as he hit the back of your throat in one brutal thrust.
Your hands instinctively gripped his thighs, steadying yourself as he started to fuck your face with relentless force. In and out, his hips snapping forward, the wet sounds of your mouth stretching around him filling the room. The other masked figure watched, sitting on the couch, arms crossed, his own bulge evident, but this was just the first round.
“That's it” he groaned, his grip tightening in your hair, pulling you deeper onto his length. “Taking my cock like you're fucking meant for it. Look at you, choking on it like the perfect little cocksucker you are” his voice was obsessive, laced with that hard edge of possession, as if your mouth was his personal toy, crafted just for this moment.
He pulled back slightly, letting you gasp for air before slamming in again, his balls slapping against your chin "good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me. Suck harder - yeah, just like that. Your filthy mouth was made for this, wasn't it? Swallowing me down like you can't get enough.”
You moaned around him, the vibrations making him hiss through the mask. Your tongue swirled desperately along the underside of his shaft, tracing the pulsing vein as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass. The game burned in your mind - who was this? The rhythm felt familiar.
“Fuck, you're obsessed with this dick, aren't you? Milking it with that perfect, greedy throat. Don't you dare stop - keep guessing in your head, baby, but don't you fucking pull off until I say” his free hand cupped your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek to feel himself bulging inside you.
“God, you're taking it so well. My good girl, my dirty little secret. That mouth... it's filthy perfection, sucking me like you were born to suck cock. Yeah, swirl your tongue - fuck, just like that. You're mine, all mine, choking on me while the other one watches. Bet you're dripping for it, aren't you? Now pretty girl, guess who? Whose cock are you taking so good?”
The praises poured from him, obsessive and commanding. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder as saliva dripped down your chin. He was close - you could feel it in the way his thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching against your tongue. You pulled back just enough to gasp out the words, your voice hoarse and wrecked “minho...”
He froze for a split second, then a growl rumbled from behind the mask “fuck yes, that's right. Good girl - my smart, filthy girl. You guessed it, so now you get your reward" his hand clamped down on the back of your head, holding you in place as he drove forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently, hot ropes of cum erupting down your throat in thick, endless spurts.
“Swallow it all - don't you dare spit out a single drop. Take every bit of my load, baby. Yeah, just like that, gulping it down like the perfect obedient girl you are. Fuck, you're incredible. My obsessed little good girl, drinking me dry.”
You obeyed, swallowing greedily around him, the bitter salt coating your tongue as he kept pumping, milking every last shudder from his release. He didn't pull out until he was spent, finally easing back with a satisfied sigh, his cock slick and softening against your lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured “mouth full of my cum. Guessing right at the first round. This is going to be so much fun”. Your face looks sinful right now, red cheeks, cum in the corner of your mouth, eyes full with lust.
“Get up” seungmin commanded, still sitting on the couch. He pointed to the bed in the corner of the room "strip. everything off. Then crawl onto that bed and spread those legs. Show us that you know how to behave, yeah? eager to play the next round”
You rose on shaky legs, your body thrumming with leftover adrenaline and arousal. You peeled your dress off, letting it drop to the floor, exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening instantly under their gazes. Panties next, pulling them down your hips, soaked fabric sticking to your slick folds before you kicked them aside.
“That's it” minho praised from the sidelines, his tone still thick with post-orgasm haze. “Look at her, seungmin. Stripping like she was born for this. Our perfect filthy girl, ready to be ruined again.”
Turning around, back facing to them, you crawled onto the bed as ordered and positioned yourself on your back, knees falling open. Your clit throbbed visibly, swollen and begging, arousal dripping down.
One of them, since you faced your back to them and they changed positions, again you couldn’t tell who is who, approached slowly, his masked face tilting as if appraising a work of art - or a meal. He climbed onto the bed between your thighs, one gloved hand trailing up your inner leg, teasing the sensitive skin until he reached your core.
“Guess who this is before you cum,” he growled, echoing the game's cruel twist, his fingers hovering just above your entrance. “Wrong answer, and you don't get to finish. But fuck, you're already so wet for me. Dripping so desperate, like you can’t wait for my fingers baby. I’m gonna fuck this cunt with my fingers so good you won’t want anyone’s else’s ever mhmm.. only mine. mine. mine..” he says while one hand’s massaging your thigh “spread wider - yeah, just like that. Good girl. Show me that pretty pink pussy, all slick and ready to be fingered raw.”
His first finger plunged in without warning, thick and insistent, curling immediately to stroke your inner walls. You arched off the bed with a sharp cry, hands fisting the sheets as he added a second finger, stretching you with motions that made obscene wet sounds echo in the room. He pumped them in and out, hard and fast, his thumb circling your clit with brutal precision, grinding down until stars burst behind your eyelids.
“Fuck, feel that?" he rasped, his free hand pinning your hip to keep you from bucking too wildly “taking my fingers like you're meant for them. Squeezing so tight around me - obsessed with being filled, aren't you? My good girl, clenching like a virgin. Look at you, pussy gushing all over my hand. You're perfect for this, filthy and greedy, hips grinding back for more. Don't hold back - ride them” he says while his other hand reaches behind you for your ass and gives it a nice squeeze. “Yeahhhh, just like that. Your cunt's sucking me in deeper, begging to be wrecked. You’re so filthy right baby? Sooo filthy mhmmm” he moans.
The other guy leaned against the wall, watching intently, his voice joining in “she's loving it. See how her tits bounce? She wants it so bad, our obsessed little toy, falling apart already. Keep fingering her harder.”
Adding a third finger now, twisting them inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. His thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing in tight, punishing circles while his fingers curled and thrust, the pace merciless. Saliva dripped from your open mouth, moans turning to whimpers as the pressure coiled tighter.
"God, you're incredible," he continued, voice husky with his own arousal, the bulge in his pants straining against the fabric. “That tight hole milking my fingers like it never wants them out. Perfect filthy cunt, all mine to finger-fuck until you break. Don't you dare cum yet - guess first, baby. Who am I? Say it while you're choking on your own moans. Yeah, thrust back on me - fuck, you're doing sooo good” he moans out and continues, “obsessed with you like this, spread open and desperate. Your pussy's the best, gripping me so hard, dripping everywhere. Good girl, keep taking it deep mhmmm” he mumbles “now, guess who?”
Was it him again, or the other one? Your body teetered on the edge, orgasm crashing closer with every brutal pump. “It's... it's minho” you gasped out, the words tumbling wrong from your lips just as the wave threatened to break.
His fingers stilled abruptly, buried deep inside you, his thumb lifting from her clit. A dark, disappointed chuckle rumbled from behind the mask.
“Wrong. It's seungmin.” He withdrew his fingers slowly, letting you feel every inch of the loss as your pussy clenched around nothing, the denied release leaving you aching and empty. He brought his slick digits to your lips, smearing your own juices across them “taste yourself. Lick them clean like the good, girl you are. We'll make you guess again soon - but first, suffer for getting it wrong.” So you do what he tells you to.
Then minho spoke up “we're both dying to bury ourselves in you. So focus. Feel every inch and tell us who it is” his tone was dark.
You bit your lip, heart pounding, you’re too wet to think about anything, you just want the release.
“Lay down, close your eyes and relax. Be a good girl and do that for us? Mhmm we know you will, because you want to finally cum, to let it out, moan our names till you don’t know any other one’s. We know baby.” minho continues as you start positioning yourself, laying down, closing your eyes, just as he ordered you to.
A moment passes and then you feel it. No condom, no mercy - just the blunt head pressing against your folds. “P-please” you whispered, arching your hips instinctively “j-just... fuck me already”
“Oh, i will” he growled, and then he thrust in - hard, deep, stretching your walls with one brutal snap of his hips. You cried out, back bowing off the mattress as his cock filled you completely. Your pussy clenching around his girth like it was made for him. He didn't give you time to adjust - he started pounding right away, relentless rhythm that make your tits bounce, the wet sounds of your juices coating his shaft filling the room.
“Fuck, listen to that” the other guy said, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to pinch your nipple and giving your tits a nice squeeze “your cunt's slurping him up like a greedy slut. Who's making you this wet, pretty girl? Minho? Or seungmin? Come on, guess who?” making you moan, trying to rock back against thrusts.
His hands dug into your hips, bruising fingerprints blooming on your skin as he railed you harder. “That's right, talk to her. Make her think. Feel how my cock's splitting you open? How it's hitting that spot deep inside?” He ground his hips in a slow circle, stirring your insides, his balls slapping against your ass with each drive. Sweat beading on your forehead, your blind confusion mixing with the building pleasure. It was Seungmin - you knew his pace, that unyielding possession, like he was marking you as his.
“Seung-” you started, voice breaking on a gasp as he slammed in particularly deep, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing rough circles. The pressure coiled tighter in your belly.
“What was that, pretty girl?” Minho leaned in, his mask's jagged mouth brushing her ear. “Say it louder. Who's fucking this dripping pussy? Wanna guess who?” But he chose that moment to pull almost all the way out, teasing your entrance with shallow thrusts before plunging back in, forcing a whine from your throat.
“I... I think it's Seungmi-” you almost managed, words tumbling out as the heat built, your walls fluttering around him. You were close- so close- you could feel him swelling inside you, his breaths coming harsher through the mask.
But before you could finish the thought, the other masked man was there, grabbing your chin with a hand and tilting your head back “are you sure about that, pretty girl?” his voice was a filthy rasp, and then he was shoving his cock past your lips, thick and veined, the salty tang of precum hitting your tongue as he buried himself in your mouth.
You gagged, eyes watering as your throat stretched around him, but he didn't stop - hips snapping forward to fuck your face in time with the guy’s thrusts into your pussy “because if it's really seungmin back there, why's your mouth opening so wide for me?” he taunted, holding your head steady with both hands now, hand tangling in your hair. “Look at you, good girl, drooling all over my dick while he pounds that sloppy cunt. You're such a perfect little girl for us - taking it from both ends like you were born to be our fucktoy.”
A laugh behind you, low and dark, not missing a beat as he kept slamming into you, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every pass “hear that? She's choking on you, but her pussy's gripping me. Ask her again - who's owning this hole? Tell her to guess who it is?” He spanked your ass cheek hard, the sharp sting making you clench tighter, juices squirting around his base.
Minho pulled back just enough for you to gasp around the head of his cock, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening tip “tell us, pretty girl. Is it minho stretching your throat raw? Is that seungmin's cock making your eyes roll back?” but as you opened your mouth to answer “it's seung-” he thrust deeper, cutting you off with a groan of his own “fuck, your tongue's swirling just right. Keep sucking, good girl. Don't stop now baby. Don’t you dare stop”
The relentless pounding in your pussy, the cock deep in your throat, their hands everywhere - groping your tits, spanking your thighs, pinching your clit. You couldn't think, couldn't speak, just moaned around the shaft, the vibrations making him curse and fuck your face faster “that's it, hum for me” he panted, his mask tilting down to watch your lips stretch obscenely “we love how you take it - our pretty girl, gagging and creaming, not knowing which dick is gonna flood you first. Bet you'd let us switch places a hundred times just to keep guessing, huh? You love guessing who it is don’t you?”
The man’s pace behind you faltered for a second, his cock twitching deep inside you as he ground against your cervix “shit, she's close. I can feel it—her walls milking me, begging for my cum. Guess who? right now, baby. Guess who’s about to breed this pussy? Say my name.” He rubbed your clit faster, thumb slick with your arousal, pushing you right to the edge.
You tried - Gosh, you tried - pulling off minho's, now you’re 100% sure, cock just enough to mumble, “seungmin, it's you, please-“ but minho yanked you back down, shoving in until your nose pressed against the fabric of his pants “wrong vibe, good girl,” he hissed, though you could hear the smirk in his voice “or maybe you're just too cock-drunk to know. Keep sucking while you think.”
Your mind reeled, the confusion swirling. The one in your pussy felt so much like seungmin, but minho's taunts planted doubt. What if they switched? The thrusts from behind were too possessive, too deep - wait, no, maybe it was minho all along, playing you. As another wave of pleasure crested, you bucked wildly, spit and tears mixing on your face. Minho eased up for a breath, and she blurted, “minho! It's Minho fucking me-”
Wrong. So fucking wrong.
Seungmin's laugh was breathless, obsessed, as he spanked your ass - hard, the crack echoing. “Nah, pretty girl. That's me balls-deep in your cunt, wrecking you” but he didn't slow, hips snapping erratically now, chasing his peak. Minho, still buried in your throat, reached around and delivered another sharp slap to your other cheek, the pain blooming hot and sweet.
“Bad guess, bad girl” minho growled, not pulling out an inch, his cock throbbing against your tongue as he rolled his hips lazily “but fuck if i’m stopping now. This throat's too good - milking me like it needs my load. New rules: you don't guess right, you just take it till we're done. No pulling out, no mercy. We're too obsessed with you to care about the game anymore” he spanked your thigh next, his hand leaving a red imprint, and you whimpered around him, body trembling.
“Yeah, fuck the rules” seungmin agreed, voice strained as he pounded harder, his free hand sliding up to grope your breast, twisting the nipple until you arched “we both get to cum in our pretty girl. That's the real win - stuffing you full, watching you break. Who's fucking your pussy now, huh? Still wanna guess who it is?” he thrust deeper, grinding to hit that spot, making your vision blur.
You tried to answer - muffled cries vibrating around minho's cock - but every time your lips parted, minho shoved in further, gagging you with his length “shh, don't talk with your mouth full” he teased “just swallow around me like the good girl you are, feel how hard you make me? All because you're our perfect little desperate girl, taking two cocks like a champ.”
Seungmin leans over you, mask brushing your shoulder as he whispered “answer me - is it me ruining this pussy? Say it while I fuck you through your orgasm” but as you gasped for air, he slammed in deep, his thumb pressing your clit, shattering your control. You came undone, pussy spasming wildly around his cock, squirting hot and messy onto his thighs. Muffled screams tore from your throat, but minho held you down, fucking through the vibrations “there you go - cumming so hard, clenching like you want my cum too. Good girl, soak him while you choke on me.”
The overstimulation was brutal - your body shook, nerves firing overload as seungmin kept thrusting through your climax, drawing it out until you were sobbing around Minho's dick “fuck, yes - take it, pretty girl” seungmin groaned, his own release hitting like a storm. He buried deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, overflowing and dripping down your ass “all mine - breeding this obsessed pussy. You're so full, baby, leaking me already.”
Minho wasn't far behind, his grip tightening in your hair as he rutted into your throat. “swallow every drop, good girl. Our filthy toy, gulping down cum while your cunt overflows” he erupts with a muffled roar through the mask, hot spurts flooding your mouth, forcing you to swallow or choke. And you did, tears streaming, body limp and wrecked between them.
They didn't pull out right away - seungmin grinding lazy circles to push his cum deeper, minho softening in your mouth but keeping your lips wrapped around him. “No more questions," he murmured, stroking your cheek with his thumb “just our pretty girl, ruined and perfect. We love you like this - confused, stuffed, ours.”
Seungmin nodded, mask still in place as he finally slipped free, cum trickling out of you “yeah. Game over. But we'll play again soon, don’t worry baby. You know we can't get enough of you.” You could only whimper, overstimulated haze settling in.
The party's muffled bass thumping through the walls like a distant heartbeat. Downstairs, laughter and chatter echoed faintly - friends oblivious to the twisted game unfolding up here in this bedroom.
“Party's still going strong” seungmin noted, glancing toward the door as he stood, adjusting his pants with a satisfied sigh. His mask stayed firmly in place, that white face turning back to you "we can't hide up here forever, pretty girl.”
Minho snorted, helping you sit up slowly, his arm wrapping around your waist to steady you as you wobbled. Cum continued to leak from your pussy, a steady drip that made your thighs slick and sticky, the sensation both humiliating and thrilling. “Yeah, and imagine if they knew what a mess we've made of you. Walking around with our loads leaking out, staining those cute little panties - if you even get to put them back on.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper against your ear “think you can behave down there?”
You swallowed hard, voice hoarse from Minho's earlier abuse of your throat “i... i can try. But it's gonna... drip everywhere.” The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat through your core, your clit twitching despite the overstimulation. These two had ruined you.
Seungmin grinned under his mask - you could hear it in his laugh - as he fetched your dress from the floor , “that's the point, pretty girl. No panties. Just let it leak. Every step you take, you'll remember who fucked you raw and filled you up.”
A couple of momente later, with a resigned sigh, you grip the doorknob. “Well,” you mutter under your breath, “guess who’s not making it out of this party alive” then you step downstairs into the noise and lights.
heyyy, hru?
blasting Creed rn as I study for my stats midterm 😭
Haii!! Im good thank uu wbu?? I looove creed and i’m at work rn but theres nothing to do🙂↕️💘 good luck!!!
"I'm doin' this for fun" "pls be kind" pathetic... Uhmmmm I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG!!! (T//0//T) HOPE YOU'RE DOING WONDERFUL!!
HAIII lovely i’m doing wonderful i’m eating some ice cream rn hehe thank uuu sm and ilyt much much, thaaankkk u 🥹💘🫶🏼
i was wondering if you could do a reader x seungmin x lee know smut pretty pls. since it is almost halloween, i was imagining a reader x ghostface minho & seungmin type fic or maybe a vampire concept (whatever one you would like to do). i like the idea of 2min being really dominant and controlling (yes im a freak) and lowkey unhealthily obsessed with the reader?! anyway sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, you do not have to do this request by any means!
Hiii!! This is actually an INSANE coincidence because someone in my comments asked for a 2min x reader yesterday and i started writing it today and it’s reader x ghost face 2min fic 😭 i’ll just make them more dom 🦦 & all good no worries thanks for the req!! 💘
Game Over
nsfw ahead, 18+ only ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚
pairings: gamer!han jisung x fem!reader, established relationship
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, edging, kinda sub!jisung and nerd!jisung, jisung is whiny and loud, bj, mentions of humping (kinda), nicknames, humour at the end (bc i find myself very funny), short mentions of felix, food
note: english isn’t my first language so spare me pls
word count: like 3k
After reading a dumb clickbait article claiming guys lose interest in sex when they game a lot, you decide to see if it’s true while teasing your flustered boyfriend as he’s focused on gaming.
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Stop overthinking it. It’s just clickbait, yeah… you’re not believing that. You’ve been telling yourself that on repeat for the past twenty minutes, trying to believe it. Because you do. Definitely.
Turning back to dinner - the one you’re making for jisung and yourself. He basically begged you to make his favorite instant ramen from the convenience store down the street. Honestly, even after five years of being together and more packets of that ramen than you care to admit, you still haven’t figured out why he adores them so much. At some point, you decided it’s not about the taste at all - it’s the little pokémons on the package.
While pouring some hot water into the ramen cup, you catch yourself stealing glances at your phone. Because of the time of course. Yes, the time. You gotta know how long these noodles take. It’s not like you’ve made them a thousand times over the past few years and know it by heart by now.
Yeah, so much for ignoring it. He’s still in the other room gaming like his life depends on it, and here you are, picking up your phone again just to stare at that stupid article. Your eyes scanning the headline over and over again: ‘A new study shows that men who game constantly may experience reduced sexual desire, as some of their pleasure and reward needs are satisfied through gaming.’ And of course you cant help but think of jisung.
The same jisung who still shyly looks away when you walk around the house without a bra. The jisung who drools when he catches even the slightest peek of your ass in the morning, shirt riding up, no pants in sight. The jisung who whines and trembles, practically begging whenever you tease him, his hands gripping yours as you take him into your mouth, muffled moans spilling out of him, eyes wide and desperate, shivering whenever you touch him just right, letting you lead every move while he can’t do anything but follow, soft gasps and quiet pleas filling the room. Jisung, that could cum in his pants like a virgin, just from hearing you desperately moan “sungie“ in his ear.
Finally, you shut your phone and toss it across the room. Farther than necessary. Standing up and heading to jisungs room, determined to prove this shitty article wrong.
If he truely experiences reduced sexual desire you would´ve noticed that. He‘s just been busy these days with that new shooting game that just came out. Him and felix won‘t shut up talking about how great it is and how smoothly everything runs, considering it‘s barely been out for four days. Four days since jisung and you last messed around. Four days without his hands on your body , without him whining your name, without… you know, actual fun.
knock knock
“sungie? you there baby?” No reply.
Opening the door, you see him. Eyes glued on his monitor, you could say he’s analysing the game, by how focused he’s starring at it. The same eyes which should be examining every single of your curves, not some pixels. His hair is messy, probably from wearing his headset for hours, maybe even days by now. The same messy hair he wakes up with after a hell of a night with you, barely catching some sleep. Now he’s losing sleep over some guns. He’s slightly leaning back into his gaming chair after dying and waiting for his respawn. Taking the perfect position for you to crawl between his legs and suck the last drop of cum out of him.
But it isn’t just the position that makes your heat throb, it’s the way his fingers move so fast, his hands reacting, making you wish you were that keyboard right there. Never have you wished to be a fucking keyboard before, but here you are, standing in your boyfriend’s room getting wet by watching him game.
And the worst thing is, he’s absolutely unaware of how turned on you are right now. So you decide to tease him a bit.
You step behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder, your hands sliding slowly down his chest. “Still alive?” you whisper, your lips brushing his ear. He flinches slightly, eyes still on the screen. “Oh baby, i didn’t hear you comin- YES nice kill lix” he suddenly says mid sentence.
“Sorry baby, i’m a bit bus-” he stops himself the second he can feel your warm lips on his neck. “B-baby what are y-aah“ he whines out. Softly kissing his neck, dragging your tounge all over it. Wet sounds coming from your mouth, unable to get enough of his taste. Did he try a new body wash? The moment you start sucking on his skin, he shivers a little, a quiet sound slipping past his lips before he can stop it. “Aah baby n-not a-ah there i’m sensiti-” he couldn’t finish his sentence letting out muffled noise instead.
“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” And you meant what you said, jisung looks truly breathtaking with your red bites all over his neck. Sweat running down his head, struggling to keep his breath under control, groaning so needy while a flush spreads over his cheeks. You press your thighs together, feeling even hornier now.
You wearing an extremely low cut top isn’t helping jisung’s situation at all. Innocently resting your tits on his shoulders, your nails tracing the love bites you left on him. You caught him starring, boba eyes looking down at your chest on his shoulder. Perfect pillows for him to just lay down on and burry his face in.
“Wai- what- what are you weari-nhaa” he can’t finish his sentence, since you started pressing your nails into his bruised neck. He quickly mutes himself, so felix would’t hear how good you’re making him feel. “Whats wrong baby? Are you sensitive here?” you mumble while pressing another nail into the fresh hickey on his neck. “Y-Yes pl-please don’t- ‘mmm” his eyes slowly rolling back.
His focus wavers, fingers hesitating on the keyboard and you can’t help the small smile tugging at your mouth. No sexual desire my ass. “Ji, you good?” felix voice buzzes through the headphones.
“Yes i-i’m-uh-one sec lix” he mutters, while unmuting and muting himself again , trying to steady his hands and regain focus. But you’re not gonna let him. Slowly leaning down, pushing one headphone away from his ear “why are you so tense sungie?” you murmur, leaning closer. “Do you want me to help you relax baby? I wouldn’t want my pretty boy to play while he’s uncomfortable, now would i?”. He lets out a soft, desperate noise.
“I can’t- not while- while felix’s on call.. and also this is our rank up game” he mumbles. “It took us days to get to diamond a- and there’s no way i can lose this round i- i’ve been grinding almost all week for this a- and i-” you can hear him rambling, explaining something about his rank but you’re not really listening, too distracted by the growing bulge in his black sweatpants. God those sweatpants.
He’s so focused on the game again, he doesn’t even realise that you left his neck (for now). Sliding down quietly and crawling under his table to help him relax, like the good girlfriend you are. You brought your hands to his waist, so you can slide his pants down, but got distracted by his delicious looking tummy.
God you wanted to lick it so bad, hump yourself dry on it. Cumming on it over and over again till neither he nor you would be able to think straight. You’re even convinced you could make him forget his own name. Just the tummy. You make a mental note to try that out later, but now you’ve got something else to focus on.
He feels your hands and instinctively looks down. His eyes widen, and his mouth parts slightly, caught between trying to stay focused and reacting to your touch. “Wh- when did yo- how- w-what” he mumbles in a rush, trying to process the sight underneath him
Before he could say anything you gently tug his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. Already glistening with precum, it’s so hard he looks like he could cum just by starring down at your pretty face and lustful eyes.
“Please don’t- i mean, not right now- i-i wanna rank up and and i-” he can’t finish his sentence, your hands on him catching him off guard. Your hands wrap around his throbbing cock, fingers sliding firmly from base to tip, smearing that slick precum along the veined length.
You should be understanding, you’re his girlfriend after all, but you’re way too turned on by this whole situation to give a damn about his rank right now. But its okay you’re gonna make it up to him with more ramen.
Slowly and teasingly you start pressing kisses all over his tip. “Dont tease-” jisung’s still trying to process the situation. Cute. “F-fuck i can't the game's-” But his protest fades into a groan when you take him into your mouth, sucking softly at first, your lustful gaze never leaving his.
Your tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of his cock from base to head in one slow, making him moan out loud. You can see his cheek growing red, he’s aware that felix just heard that on the other side of the call. He quickly takes the mouse, muting himself to avoid more possible embarrassing situations.
“Ugh- yes baby s-so good ‘m gonna cum-”
“No. No cumming. You’re gonna continue playing but you’re not gonna cum until i say so” the words come out muffled since his dick is still filling your mouth up, but based on his reaction he understood it. After not touching you for days, he deserved to be punished a tiny bit.
“I- you- i can’t do t-that you know that-” he says, eyes wide almost as if he doesn’t believe what you’re asking from him.
“Sssh focus on the game” you mumble your mouth never leaving his thick cock. He fills your mouth perfectly, the head brushing the back of your throat as you take him deeper and suck harder.
Every attempt he makes to focus ends in a small groan, a pause, a shuffle, betraying just how flustered he is. You can’t help but smile, loving the control you have over him.
He lets out a high-pitched whine “Please i cant- ‘m gonna-”“Not yet” you cut him off, increasing your speed, head bobbing faster up and down. Wet sounds, whimpers and moans fill the room.
“Y/n, I—I can't the match, it's rank-up, shit, they're gonna lose because of me. Please- just- just- slow down, I need to focus” his voice was breathy, laced with that pathetic pleading you loved, but you didn’t slow down instead you pull off with a wet pop, your hand replacing your lips, stroking him fast and firm, twisting at the top to spread the fresh bead of precum.
“Wha-what are you-” his voice cracks into a desperate whimper, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before snapping back to the screen, but the game blurs in his vision.
You take him back into your mouth, bobbing shallowly, playing with his tip. Dragging your tongue so slow from the shaft to his tip that it might even hurt. His whines turn into continuous, breathy pleas, but you’re not backing off. Not yet.
Jisung whines louder, a pathetic, needy sound “Please- please let me cum- i promise i’ll be a good boy- i’m even gonna drop back to bronze if you want me to- ugh- ‘m gonna delete t-the game just let me cum-” his desperate voice turns you more on. “I can be good, so good! I swear!” he continues, but you’re still not giving in.
“Please, y/n let me cum- i’m throbbing, so full, your mouth feels perfect- wet an- and hot and perfect. I can't hold it, the game's lost anyway, just let me explode p-please y/n please. I'll leave the call, fuck the rank-up, all i want is to fill your mouth. ‘m begging you baby- baby, please” his words poured out, whiny, body shaking as you finally took pity or maybe just wanted to push him further, you started sucking harder, faster.
With a final, broken whimper, jisung slammed the escape key, quitting the match mid-round, the disconnect sound beeping through the headset. He yanked the mic away, tossing it aside as the call with Felix cut off. “Fuck the game- now, y/n- , please, just let me- please i can’t take it anymore-”
When you finally hum in approval, jisung doesn’t waste a second shooting his cum into your mouth, eyes rolling back, sweat dripping all over his neck, his mouth opens filling the room with moans and cries. You swallow every drop, milking him dry with your lips and tongue until he slumps back, panting, still murmuring soft, grateful begs,“thankyouthankyou gosh thank you baby”s.
“Wow.. that was” he tries to say something between heavy breaths, still trying to calm down “amazing. I mean- not the blowjob even tho that was amazing too but- i mean you’re amazing”. You can’t help but grin, he such a loser sometimes. But a very cute one. “But uhm…” he starts again, you know he’s about to start rambling again ,“i’m not complaining or anything god no but.. it’s just.. what like uhm what made you do all this?” he asks softly, cheeks growing hot again.
You bite your lip, trying to look serious but failing miserably “for research purposes, obviously. Someone’s got to test your…focus”
He shallows, looking flustered “Y-you mean…all of this? Under the table? Teasing me like this?”
“Exactly” you whisper, leaning closer to his ear “for research purposes. I’m….gathering data” you can’t believe your own words? Gathering data? Seriously y/n?
He exhales shakily, still a little flustered, pushing his glasses up nervously as he glances at you with wide eyes. “You’re… really something. And all of this for research?”
“Of course it is” you tease. “Research can be hungry work.. so how about we got eat that ramen you’ve been begging me to make sungie?”
Seat 14B
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pairings: sleepy!han jisung x fem!reader, established relationship
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, teasing, begging!jisung and sleepy jisung, jisung is very needy, desperate and whiny, begging, bj, public sex (more or less), riding, nicknames, humour, sleepy voice, turbulences, food
note: thank you guys so so much for the love that my first fanfic received, i was so surprised!! Also to everyone that voted on my poll (thank you!): i went with what got voted for more honestly. Sooo because i liked both ideas a lot i can still make a strangers version if yall want to, i’d just change it a bit, please let me know!!
word count: like a bit over 4k
On a late-night flight, you sit next to your boyfriend Jisung, who’s half-asleep, flustered, and already desperate, making your heart race. Between turbulence, cramped seats, and the thrill of not getting caught, the long flight quickly becomes an intimate game of teasing and tension.
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Walking down the aisle, you and jisung were searching for your seats, silently hoping not to spot any babies along the way, a twelve-hour flight with screaming and crying would be a nightmare. Not to mention that your boyfriend would go mental, he’s already nervous enough.
You even offered to buy him some cheesecake at one of those overpriced cafés and the airport, hoping it would help him calm down but he turned it down. Han Jisung saying no to cheesecake. What the fuck?
When you finally reached your row, you point “here - 14 A, B, C.”
“Oh, thank God, middle of the plane,” he muttered, visibly relaxing as he slid into 14B. “That’s, like, the safest part statistically, right?” You laughed, dropping your bag under 14C and sitting down beside him. “You’ve clearly done your research.”
“I may or may not have watched three documentaries about airplane engineering last night,” he mumbled, fumbling with his seatbelt. You shook your head, smiling. “You’re hopeless.” But seeing jisung so adorably nervous makes your heart skip a beat.
He glanced over, eyes flicking to the small seat label near you - 14C- and a grin started to form, the nervous edge melting into something playful.
“14C, huh?” he said, leaning a little closer with that familiar spark returning to his eyes. “Yeah… makes total sense.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Ji, what are you talking about? It’s a seat.” But you could tell by the look in his eyes that he’s about to say something so cringy.
He tilted his head, eyes twinkling, and gave a little grin with a wink. “It fits perfectly… because you’re the one (1) for (4) me… and a total Cutie.”
You groan, covering your face. “Really ji? That’s your airplane pickup line? You’ve officially lost it”, you say while shaking your head, still you can’t help a smile escaping your lips.
Jisung fidgeted beside you. “Twelve hours in this seat… hope you’re ready for all of me.” Little did you know, that by all of him, he meant all of him.
Luckily seat 14A remained empty, so the both of you had more room for your bags for example. Yeah, your bags.
The flight attendant walked down the aisle, demonstrating seatbelts and safety instructions, catching both of your attention. Jisung’s eyes followed every move, wide and slightly panicked.
A few minutes later, looking over to him you can see him putting on his headphones, you guess he put his favorite atrists on, their songs always help him relax. A few minutes later the plane took off and the 12 hours flight began…
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At some point during the flight you must have fallen asleep. Glancing at your phone the screen reads 1:00 am. You groan, stiff from sitting too long, these plane seats are really uncomfortable. Looking to your right you can see jisung fast asleep. Mouth slightly open, cheeks puffy, head slightly tilted in your direction. It takes everything in you not to just squeeze his whole face and place a thousand kisses on it.
Needing to stretch (and, you admit, a quick bathroom break), you carefully stand up, trying not to wake him. Just as you step into the aisle, turbulence hits. You lose your balance for a moment - and before you can react, you stumble right onto him.
Your body lands awkwardly across his thighs, one hand instinctively shooting out to steady yourself and presses against the front of his pants, right over the bulge of his cock, feeling the sudden warmth and firness beneath the fabric as it twitches under your palm.
He shifts under you, still half-asleep, eyes barely open and clouded with confusion. “U-uh wha- what? What are you uh doing?” he mumbles, voice thick and sleepy. God his sleepy voice. That hardness in his pants swells noticeably against your hand, pulsing with a lazy throb as if even in his fogged state. A soft pink spreads across his cheeks, eyes unfocused and blinking slowly, trying to make sense of the warmth of your body draped over him.
He shallows thickly “I-” he mumbles , voice trailing off into a quiet sigh. He stays there, still zoned out and flustered, not moving away, just letting you be pressed against him for a moment. “y/n-” he tries again but you cut him off, not looking into his eyes out of embarrassment “i’m sorry I- I- the turbulences they- and then I slipped and-” but before you can say even more his hips twitching faintly upward, pressing his thickening length more firmly into your grip while he remains lost in that sleepy, flustered daze, too out of it off to pull away or push you off. You froze, not knowing what to say or do.
The airplane's hum and the lingering turbulence fade into the background, leaving only the warmth of your body against his and the insistent press of his cock straining harder in your palm. He looks utterly gone, chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths, but then a low rumble escapes his lips, barely audible over the engines.
“Ugh- yes, y/n..” he mutters, voice a whisper, thick with drowsiness. His hips shift lazily, grinding his thickening shaft into your hand without any real intent, just instinctive need bubbling up from his subconscious. He let’s out a soft needy “mmmm” as your fingers squeeze gently around the bulge, feeling it twitch and pulse under the fabric.
The sight of him like this makes you drool, bed hair, mouth slightly open, pinkish cheeks. You guess he doesn’t take much liking to airplane seats either, because the side of his tummy is exposed (from shifting around you guess) and you can see his tattoo. You gulp, tattoos are your weakness. And his especially, the way they linger around his toned abs, you’re definitely gonna convince him to get even more.
God, he doesn’t know what those tattoos do to you, you could get yourself off just by looking at them. Thinking about the noises he made while getting them. Jisung whines easily, it doesn’t matter if it’s in pain or pleasure. Sometimes you resist on kissing him during sex, so you could hear his noises. If only he knew that they drive you insane.
He doesn't wake, doesn't completely open his eyes, but his body responds - thighs parting slightly, inviting more contact. Another breathless mutter slips out "feels sooo good mmm don't stop" his cheeks flush deeper, a rosy heat spreading down his neck, and his free hand twitches at his side, fingers curling.
And to your surprise you wanted this. You wanted to see how far you can push, how bold he can remain knowing you’re stuck for another 6 hours on this plane. You press your thighs together. Unsure of what to do.
Before anything else can happen, you hear footsteps coming from down the aile towards you, you pushing your hands off, looking up seeing a flight attended coming your way. Sliding out of the row, cheeks burning, pretending as if nothing happened, trying to act casual, while your panties are dripping wet and you don’t know how to calm down again. “This is going to be a long flight” you mumble under your breathe, as you closed the WC door.
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2.30 am. You couldn’t sleep. You wrapped a blanket around yourself, luckily you took one with you, who knew airplanes could get so chilly at night. Scrolling through instagram, thinking it will eventually make you tired and distract you from the heat building between your legs.
You took your panties off when you were in the bathroom, they were so slick and wet there was no use in wearing them anymore. You stuffed them into the pocket of your sweatpants and left them there.
Suddenly you hear a soft sleepy murmur from jisung “hnn..mmm”, his hand lazily drifts to rub his face as he shifts, still half-asleep.
“Can’t sleep baby?”, he asks, his eyes barely open, and he shifts slightly in the seat.
“Yeah.. can’t sleep” you admit, cheeks heating.
“Mhmm.. me too, i had this dream and it felt so realistic. You were there and then you mhmm and i didn’t want you to stop but you did and now i can’t think straight and going back to sleep is impossible i’m so hard can you touch me?” he rambles in one go. Cheeks slightly pink, voice deep, sleepy and desperate.
The confession hangs in the air, raw and unfiltered, his body betraying him completely - chest rising and falling quicker now, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow.
You wanted to be the smarter one here. You’re in an airplane anyone could see if they woke up or a flight attendant came across. But your body’s betraying you. You’re so wet it’s unbearable.
“Ji-” but before you can say more he leans closer, head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck, you shiver slightly and then he whispers, raw and sleepy.
“Please baby, it won’t take long i promise. I’m already so hard i could cum any moment…please just help me out a bit. I won’t make any noises, no one’s gonna know i swear please just- just touch me, i need you.”
You shallow. You don’t know what to do. Just when you were about to tell him that this isn’t a good idea, you turn to look at him and see him staring at you with those lustful sleepy boba eyes. How could you ever say no to them?
“Fine, but be quick okay, i really don’t want us to get caught” you mutter slightly embarrassed.
“Yes yes baby don’t worry i’ll be so quick you won’t even remember that this happened thank you thank you thank you”he whispers and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek.
Your fingers curl around the outline of his cock through his sweatpants , squeezing gently as his rambling words fade into a needy whimper. Jisung's eyes flutter half-shut, his body slumping back into the seat, too sleepy “p-please” he whispers voice whiny and thick, lips parting on a shaky breath.
You glance around - the seats are dim, most passengers lost in sleep - and put the thin blanket over both your laps, creating a shield. Your hand slips under the fabric,sliding his waistband down a little, he helps clumsily, lifting his hips just enough for you to tug it down enough to free his cock from his boxers.
It springs out, hot and heavy in your palm, the shaft veined and throbbing, pre-cum already beading at the flushed tip. Jisung's breath hitches, a quiet whine slipping out as you wrap your fingers around him, stroking from base to head in slow, firm pulls.
“Mmmph... y-yes, like that” he mumbles, head against the headrest, his free hand gripping the armrest to keep from thrusting too obviously. The blanket slightly over his lap, hiding the way your fist glides up and down his length, slicking him with his own leaking cum. His cock pulses in your grip, growing even harder, the sleepy haze making his reactions lazy but desperate “don’t t-tease”, thighs trembling.
He tries to stay quiet, but soft, whiny gasps escape him with each stroke, his face twisting in flushed frustration as he fights the urge to moan aloud. The plane tilts slightly, making a soft creak, but Jisung’s attention is elsewhere, caught up in the heat.
After a few minutes of your steady pumping, his hand finds your wrist under the blanket, squeezing weakly. “N-not enough p-please, I need- I need your mouth baby” he begs in a sleepy, whiny plea, eyes glassy and pleading as he looks at you. His cock twitches in your hand, begging for more, and you feel the shift in him - the sleepiness fueling his boldness, making him push for what he craves.
Heart pounding, you nod, sliding off his lap with careful movements, the space between seats so cramped your knees press against the seat in front.
You duck under the blanket, the fabric pooling over Jisung's spread thighs like he's just adjusting for comfort. It's tight down here - your shoulders brush his legs, the air warm and musky with his scent- but you manage, knees digging into the carpeted floor as you position yourself between his knees. His cock stands rigid before you, tip glistening, and you lean in, parting your lips to take him inside.
Jisung's hand flies to his mouth, muffling a whiny groan as your tongue swirls around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum before you sink down further, lips stretching around him. You suck steadily, hollowing your cheeks, your head bobbing in the confined space while one hand strokes what you can't fit.
He tastes thick and urgent, his shaft pulsing against your tongue with every wet slide. Above the blanke, he looks completely messy - hair all over the place, cheeks flushed, legs spread out, but innocent enough, like he's just resting uncomfortably.
“Oh God... s-so good” he whimpers softly, voice barely audible, his hips twitching upward to fuck shallowly into your mouth. Muffled whines escape him, his free hand tangling in the blanket's edge to anchor himself. You're careful, keeping the rhythm discreet, saliva coating him as you take him deeper.
Then, footsteps approach down the aisle, and a soft voice cuts through. “Sir? Are you alright? You look a bit flushed - do you need anything? Water, perhaps?” the flight attendant leans in, her shadow falling over Jisung's seat.
Jisung freezes, his cock buried halfway in your mouth, throbbing wildly as panic flashes in his eyes. “I-I'm f-fine” he stammers, voice strained and whiny despite his effort to sound normal. He clears his throat, forcing a weak smile. “Just... just couldn't sleep. Turbulence earlier, you know?”
Before she can respond, the plane jolts hard - turbulence hitting without warning. Your body shifts forward involuntarily, driving Jisung's cock deep into your throat in one unexpected thrust. He chokes on a gasp, eyes widening as the tight heat overwhelms him fully, your gag reflex kicking in but holding as you swallow around him. “Ahh-” the sound comes out as a strangled cough, his hand clamping over his mouth again.
The attendant pauses, concern showing on her face. “Are you sure? That sounded rough. Let me get you some te-”
“N-no, really, I'm good” jisung manages, voice pitching higher, whiny edges weakening his composure as you pull back slightly, only to suck him deeper on the rebound from the shake. His cock leaks steadily now, pulsing against your tongue, and he bites his knuckle to stifle the moan building in his chest. Sweat beads on his forehead, his sleepy desire and the fear of being caught clash inside him, making every word feel like a struggle “th-thanks, though. Jus-Just.. need to rest”.
She nods hesitantly, lingering a second longer before moving on, her footsteps fading. Jisung exhales shakily, his hand dropping to press the blanket down, hips jerking once as the adrenaline spikes his need. “F-fuck... don't stop please baby, you’re unreal” he whispers desperately, voice a needy whine.
Your mouth works him relentlessly under the blanket, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you bob faster, the tight space forcing you to angle your head just right. Jisung's thighs tense around you, his whiny breaths escaping him. “C-close... oh God, ‘m gon- gonna-” he whimpers softly, voice speepy, hips stuttering upward in shallow thrusts that push him deeper into the wet heat of your throat.
The first burst hits without warning, thick ropes of cum flooding your mouth as his shaft pulses hard. “Aaah- ‘mmm gonna uhhh babyyy” you swallow greedily around him, the salty bitterness coating your tongue while you milk every drop with firm sucks, your lips sealed tight to catch it all. Jisung's body shudders, a choked whine escaping as he grips the seat edge, knuckles white, his cock twitching until he's completely done, softening slightly in the aftermath. You pull back slowly, licking him clean with a final swirl, the blanket shifting just enough to let you resurface, face flushed and lips swollen.
He slumps deeper into the seat, eyes heavy lidded and dazed, but that needy spark lingers in his gaze as it drops to your lap. The blanket's still draped over you both, and in the dim cabin light, he notices the way your thighs press together, the subtle dampness seeping through your sweatpants. “Y-you're... wet” he murmurs, voice whiny and thick. "I can see it - you're soaked. Let me... please?" Before you can respond, his hand slips inside the waistband, bold and insistent.
His fingers brush against your bare pussy, and he freezes for a split second, eyes widening. “No panties? Fuck, you're killing me” he breathes, his voice a desperate rasp, head falling back. The realization hits him hard - your slick folds exposed, dripping from the thrill of sucking him off right there in public. His cock twitches in his pants again, already half-hard despite just cumming.
“Baby you’re sitting here next to me bare underneath, sucking me off while soaking your sweatpants?” he continues “baby i can feel it, how wet you are… let me... wanna make you feel good too. P-Please?” he begs.
Jisung's fingers dive in without hesitation, parting your wet lips and sliding along your clit. He circles it slowly at first, then presses harder, his touch needy and uncoordinated from sleep and lust. “Gonna make you feel good too mmmm” he murmurs, leaning close so his breath fans your ear. “You deserve it after that. So wet for me... please, let me finger this pretty pussy y/n”
You bite your lip to stifle a gasp as he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your thighs clench. “Ji…” you murmur breathless. The plane's hum masks the soft, wet sounds of him thrusting in and out, but every whimper that escapes his lips feels dangerously loud. He's desperate, hips shifting subtly as he works you, his free hand gripping the armrest.
“Jisung, shh” you whisper, glancing around at the dozing seats. But he doesn't stop - his fingers pump faster, thumb rubbing your clit in frantic circles. His whines grow louder, sleepy pleas tumbling out. “Feels so good... you're clenching around me. Ne-need to be inside you. Please baby just the tip. It'll feel amazing baby, I promise. Won't move much, just... f-fuck, I need your pussy on my cock please y/n” he says in a desperate voice.
His begging turns into full-on whimpers, high and needy, as he begs to fuck you right there in his seat. 14B. “Quietly, yeah? No one will know. Just slide down a little and let me push in. Please baby, i’m so hard again. It'll be quick, make you cum so hard, you deserve it please baby” his fingers twist deeper inside you, and you feel your walls flutter around him.
The convincing works, his sleepy begging too endearing to deny. Heart racing, you nod, glancing around the dark cabin - no one's stirring at this hour.
“Just the tip" you murmur, echoing his earlier beg, but taking control. “Yes baby just the tip” he repeats voice deeper than usual. You tug his pants down, freeing his hardening cock, still slick from your mouth. It's thick, the head flushed and leaking.
Shifting in the cramped seats, you straddle him carefully, the blanket tenting over your joined bodies. Your sweatpants are shoved down enough to expose your bare pussy. Looking at jisung’s eyes still sleepy but he’s eyeing you up and down, shallowing, lust growing in them. You hover above him, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, rubbing it along your slit to tease. “D-don’t” he whispers. Slowly, you lower yourself “y-yeah, like that” he breathes, voice a needy whine, hands on your hips guiding you down just enough to let the head breach you, stretching your entrance with a delicious burn.
You sink onto just the tip, rocking shallowly, the blanket hiding the intimate connection as his thickness teases your walls. Jisung bites his lip, stifling a groan, his sleepy eyes rolling back at the tight grip of your pussy clenching around him. “F-fuck, so warm... k-keep going, feels amazing baby” he whispers. “Just like this yeahhh baby, ride the tip” his voice is needy, eyes rolling back.
Then, without warning, the plane jolts violently - turbulence hitting like a sudden storm. The cabin shakes, seatbelt signs flickering on as the aircraft dips and bucks. In the chaos, your balance falters, and you drop fully onto him, his entire cock slamming deep into your pussy in one unintended thrust. The sudden fullness rips a gasp from your throat, your walls clenching around his full length.
Jisung's eyes fly open wide, a loud, unrestrained moan bursting from his lips “Ah, f-fuck! S-so deep” his voice carrying too far in the quiet cabin. The turbulence tosses you both, but his hips buck up instinctively, burying himself even harder as the plane levels out. Panic surges through you, a few heads nearby stir, murmuring about the bump.
Jisung's face twists in overwhelmed pleasure, sleepy whines mixing with the plane's groans as he fights to stay silent, hips bucking up instinctively to chase the friction.
“Jisung!” you hiss, clamping a hand over his mouth, but he's lost in it now, whines turning into desperate, throaty cries muffled against your palm. “Too much... y-you're taking all of me, y/n. Can’t-t fuck, gonna c-cum already.” his cock pulses inside you, thick.
Heart pounding, you snatch the damp panties from your pocket - the ones you'd removed earlier, soaked with your juices - and put them into his open mouth mid-whimper.
Jisung's eyes go wide, muffled moans vibrating against the fabric as he sucks on them instinctively. The taste of you on the cloth only makes him hornier, his dick slamming into your pussy harder now, desperate to please. You grind down on him, the confined space making every movement intense.
His hands dig into your ass, pulling you down as he thrusts up, the turbulence forgotten in the haze of lust. You bounce faster, clit grinding against his base. Jisung's body trembles beneath you, his gagged whimpers growing frantic, cock swelling as he nears the edge. You rub your clit furiously, the pressure building until your orgasm crashes over you - walls spasming around him, milking his length as you bite back your own cry.
He follows seconds later, hips jerking wildly as he floods your pussy with hot cum, thick spurts coating your insides. The panties soak up his excess drool and muffled sounds, his body going slack as you both pant through the aftershocks. Slowly, you lift off, his spent cock slipping free with a wet pop, cum trickling down your thigh. You pull the panties from his mouth, damp and stretched, and he licks his lips, dazed and sated.
“Fuck... that was insane” he whispers, voice wrecked, putting himself together again and head on your shoulder. Still sleepy.
He grinned, hair a total mess, you decide to tease him a bit “so… still nervous about flying?” you ask with a shy smile
He laughs softly “guess turbulences aren’t so bad after all”
“Next time, we’re using the bathroom,” you mumble, adjusting in your seat with a groan. “These seats are way too small.”
His lips curve into a sleepy grin. “Next time?” he teases, voice low and rough with exhaustion.
Your face heats instantly. “Shut up,” you mutter, swatting his arm before curling back against him.
He chuckles quietly, eyes already fluttering shut. “Wake me up if they serve snacks, seat 14B” he whispers, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“It’s not even four am why would they serve snacks now sungie?” you mumble, glancing at him - but he’s already drifted off, mouth slightly open, breathing soft and steady. You sigh, smiling to yourself before finally letting your eyes close too.
Hi guys, I'm writing a new story! I'm kinda already in the middle of it but im sooo unsure if i want jisung and y/n to already be in a relationship or for them to be strangers both would fit 😣
someone help sos
For context the situation happens in public so it isn't necessity for them to already know each other
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Strangers
Lovers
Han jisung the man you are ٠࣪⭑
I’m not gonna let anyone forget about this look
Why is he so cute when he’s concentrating i’m gonna crash out omg, also this might be my fav jisung look aot
I wanna post the han gifs i made from a vid but tumblr wont let meee </3 this is a problem for tomorrow im going to bed bro before i throw my ipad across the room
