I beat it till' it's sore, She screaming give me more
pairing: plug!hyunsung x reader
summary: college is shit so you find a plug but they come in two
warnings: SMUT!! dom!hyunsung, drug usage, choking, gagging, deep throating, brief cockwarming, oral (f and m rec), nasty spit play, swallowing saliva, finger sucking, unprotected sex, edging, dacryphilia, everybody high asf, threesome, porn without plot
wc: ~1.9k
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Shit, how did this happen?
You barely started the semester, everything went downhill in your life and you needed an immediate way out.
Someone recommended a plug. One plug, but they came in two.
Now you're sprawled onto somebody's couch, arms pinned above your head while they took turns in torturing you.
This is torture.
You want more.
“Shh, pretty. Open wide for me,” Hyunjin coos, knees planted between your parted thighs. He leans forward, cradling your cheek to your neck in a sensual touch. He goes lower, reaching the swell of your breast, “Jisung-ah,” he calls, not paying much attention to anything but your nipple poking at the thin fabric of your blouse. He tweaks it, circling the bud with his thumb.
You writhe, brain foggy and dizzy as the one above brushes the hair sticking to your face. “Han…” you whimper and he hums, smiling down at you like you were stupid. Maybe, at the moment you might have actually been.
“Easy baby,” he says, thumb and middle finger digging into your cheeks, forcing your mouth to form an ‘O’. “Just like that. Ah, ah– a little wider,” his voice is soothing, not noticing the blunt Hyunjin brings to your lips until Jisung clasps your lips shut around it. Forcing you to breathe in along a gasp as Hyunjin squeezes your tits.
Choking, you try to cough the smoke out but Jisung's mouth catches it before it gets the chance to air out. Soft lips wrapping themselves around yours, sucking in the burning smoke with an upside down kiss. You're hardly able to react – to kiss back – he doesn't care though, it's endearing the most. Spit spilling past your lips from the awkward positioning.
“Always such a good girl, look at you now.” Hyunjin says, “I was surprised when you came to us, y'know?” His knee presses harder against your core, letting a whine fall into Jisung's mouth. “You needed it badly, didn't you?”
The question fails to register, however you nod, compliant and putty to the haze that runs through your veins. You tug at your wrists when it gets hard to breathe, needing to break free from Jisung's assault on your lips. He bites onto the tissue, earning a wince from you as he pulls back. “Sorry,” he doesn't sound one bit apologetic, grinning foolishly. Smearing the droplets of blood with the pad of his thumb.
Hyunjin unbuttons your pants, zipper coming off with a swift glide. One second you're covered, the next cool air meets your bare legs. “What–” you blink through, staring down at Hyunjin between your curling legs. He pins them still, spreading you wider for him.
“Pussy so wet,” he comments under his breath, rubbing your clit over your panties. You're shaking, thrashing your head side to side at the sudden pleasurable sensation. It's all too much, the slightest touch feels tenfold with the high hitting you.
“I need to pee,” you excuse weakly, hopelessly trying to close your thighs. Needing an escape. He sighs, clicking his tongue.
“You don't,” he replies, pushing the fabric aside. “What you need is this,” his thumb finds your slick, shivering underneath the contact. “Jisung, fuck. Look at her, such a needy mess.”
The latter follows his friend's gaze, hand snaking to your sobbing cunt. Running two fingers past your arousal, tipping them inside before pulling back. “Look,” Jisung tells you, slapping your cheeks lightly to gather your attention. He parts his fingers, your wetness coating the digits in the dim lighting. The sight is nasty, juices sticky enough to create strings connecting his fingers with each scissor motion. He brings them to your lips, patting your mouth.
You turn to the side, whining a noise of disapproval. This is dirty — yet a part of you wants to fall into the mud.
He hums, bringing them to his lips instead. “Let me show you how,” you probably need someone to take the first step for you. So, he happily does. Obscenely sucking onto his skin, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you. The exit of his digits is messy, tongue probing out with saliva drooling onto his hand. “See?” he says as you watch him with that heavy gaze, eyelids slowly dropping in a trance. He inches towards your mouth once again, nails tickling your skin.
This time, you open up for him. He groans in response, feeling your warm tongue lap at his saliva. “Just like that, want to do this around my cock instead-” It's not a question and you know it, his other hand swiftly rolls off his sweatpants. Focus fully on the bulge straining his boxers, a sliver of his v line peeking from the fabric above and underneath his shirt. Tattoos, you try to read them in lazy blinks, eyes widening at the sudden sensation on your pussy.
“Ah–,” you cry out, searching for the culprit. “Hyun—” your sentence dies out as your mouth is filled to the brim, Jisung taking the opportunity to thrust right in. You strangle, spit gathering at the corners of your mouth with a gag. Your position has him hitting the back of your throat, esophagus tightening with a threat. He whines, hips stuttering at the tight squeeze.
The salty taste of skin and precum hits you a moment later, doing your best to try to breathe in through your nose. The attempts are futile with Hyunjin's lap onto the middle bottom of your body. He moans as your taste hits his tongue, inhaling your scent with his eyes shut. His own head is spinning, not quite grasping what he's eating right now but it's so fucking good. He can't do without it, swallowing your whole pussy with his mouth, his muscle slowly laps at your leakage. Drowning in your juices.
Hyunjin's rings dig into your thighs, the cool metal deliciously contrasting the burn on your skin, holding your trembling legs. He kisses you, sloppy and wet, separating with strings of saliva. He does it again, and again. Lips attaching themselves to your clit, sucking in lightly. His head is pushed back by Jisung, his fingers finding the roots on Hyunjin's scalp. Jisung's thrusts are shallow, using the tight squeeze throat to cockwarm rather than fucking in.
Jisung leaves a peck to your hip, pampering kisses further to your bud. Wrapping his mouth around it. He sucks harder, brimming tears to your eyes while Hyunjin teases your entrance, using Jisung's drool to ease his way inside.
You're losing breath, consciousness fading in with the wave of pleasure. Jisung finally jerks away, indulging in the huge inhale of air you take in, lungs expanding desperately in ragged pants. “Wait… wait–” you slur, lashes fluttering to catch yourself as Jisung climbs off you, hands gripping your shoulders to push you forward. The movement is brusque, the whole room spinning then it's suddenly perpendicular, strange colours clouding your vision.
Nausea hits you head-on, hunching forward in an attempt to get off the couch, however they plant themselves on either side of you. Caging you in the prison of their bodies. You glance up slowly, focusing your eyes to find an angel incarnated.
No, it's Hyunjin.
He gazes down at you, index finding your chin to tilt your face upwards. He sighs, shaky, looking behind your shoulder to Jisung. “Light another one,” he says and the other follows. Undoing your blouse, he slides it past your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils, then a sensation of something soft yet searing on your skin. Not quite registering what, but it feels good.
Jisung passes the blunt to Hyunjin, watching him take an inhale. Hyunjin breathes in, the smoke swirling in his mouth as he brings it to your exposed skin. His burning lips blow the vapour onto your flesh, tongue soothing the burn marks without much consideration paid to your small whines. They paint your skin, tracing the marks with their mouths before sucking down harshly.
A belt clicks, eyes closed tight when they take turns in kissing you. Tongues curling to form a mess at your chin, sucking in the air out of you before forcing you to inhale their own. Your fingers wrap around Hyunjin's arm, nails digging into his bicep as something hard slides between your legs. Hot, everything has been hot – but they don't compare to this.
“Fuuuck,” Jisung swears, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Baby, I could slip right in–” he shudders, pussy soaked enough to tease the tip inside on every shift of his hips. “You should try, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Hyunjin replies, heavy cock resting in his palm, aligning himself to nudge at your clit. Your thighs quiver, the dual sensation of them rubbing between your folds has you squirming for more. Aching from their endless teasing, your impending orgasm right there, if only one of them just– “Aah!” you cry at the sudden thrust, Jisung bottoming out fully on the first thrust with a loud squelch.
“Shit so wet,” he moans out, stilling inside completely to breathe in, hoping to regain composure. He snaps his hips forward, balls smacking against your cunt, the noise consistent and embarrassing. “You hear that?”
You're drooling, getting bent over Hyunjin as Jisung takes his fill, thighs shaking if it wasn't for Hyunjin supporting your limp body. Cute sounds huffing from your parted lips with each thrust, clawing at Hyunjin for balance. Jisung kneads your cheeks, spreading you wider to catch a better view of his cock splitting you open, juices overflowing past your labia down your thighs. You're gripping him so tightly, snuggly keeping him inside, not letting him draw out. His noises turn pathetic, biting at your shoulder to muffle his whimpers and groans.
It's too much, white clouding your mind as Hyunjin's fingers circle your clit in small motions, bringing you as close to the edge as possible before cruelly snatching it from you. Jisung pulls out, your hole gaping and begging for him to come back inside. “Not yet.”
“Why–” you demand in a sob, though it's quickly morphed into a moan as you're stuffed full once again. Hyunjin's cock moves inside you, throwing you onto Jisung's chest, the curve of his muscles flat against your spine with how Hyunjin drills into you. His thumb meets your clit again, pushing one leg on his shoulder to gain a better angle.
“This is how pussy should sound like, our pretty girl.” he says, voice breaking from your warmth alone. Your palm flies to your mouth, Jisung catches it before you're able to hide your moans, using your opened mouth to spit into it. You pause, the hesitation fading as quick as it came, swallowing his saliva obediently. Hyunjin's thrusts knock that one spot inside that has you all sensitive and gooey, hitting it over and over till you can't muster any thought other than them and the shape of their cocks and the swell of their lips against you.
Jisung gropes at your tits, thumbs twisting and pinching your nipples, pulling at them deliciously. You throb around Hyunjin, pussy spasming for release. To your dismay, he draws out, pushing the head between your lips before sitting back. He smiles at the tears that spill past your cheek, glancing at Jisung.
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Lee Minho x F! Reader x Han Jisung
Synopsis: Stress at work leads to a weekend vacation... and a surprise guest.
Warnings: SMUT, oral, cunnlingus, p in v protected and unprotected, (b smarttt), dacryphillia, hand job, bondage, whip, teasing, pet names, nip play, clit play, brief mention of breeding, anal.
A/N: Happy Kinktober! As promised, here's the fic!! I went out of my comfort zone a little, but I hope you guys like it! Comment to be added to my tag list!
Xoxo💋
Dating Lee Minho sometimes felt like dating Han Jisung adjacent. Minho would ask if it was okay if his friend tagged along, and you never minded. He respected you and your relationship with Minho.
But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Han Jisung is also a love sick puppy. The way his eyes linger when you walk around the apartment with your tiny shorts, thighs plush and the way he ached to have them squeeze around his head.
The way you let him rest his head on your chest during movie nights, and he’ll have to cover himself up because all he thinks about is hearing your soft whimpers and your fingers in his hair as he sucks and teases your nipples; eyes meeting yours and the soft smile that always makes him blush.
The poor boy had jerked to the thought of you so many times he began to wonder if he had a problem– he knew pining after his best friend's girl was an issue, but he also knew he’d never actually do anything about it, though. So he was content, or as much as he could be, with what he was given.
You and Minho had discussed it many times, away from him obviously. There was one night you and Minho had just finished, obnoxiously loud, and you were headed to the bathroom to shower, and you could hear soft whimpers coming from Jisung's room.
At first you thought maybe something was wrong, and you padded over to the door and pushed gently, cracking the door open. You stole a peak and was about to push it open when you heard your name fall off his lips and the bed creak under him. You spent the rest of the night replaying his soft little noises in your head, squeezing your thighs together every so often.
Minho wasn’t ignorant either. He found it cute, funny even, when he’d notice Han’s cheeks blush when you danced around the apartment in tight or revealing clothing. And the times he caught his roommate jerking his cock to you- well it didn’t happen many times but the fact that he caught him more than once was surprising.
It was then that Jisung came clean and expressed that he really liked you, to which after Minho teased him, he put a hand on his shoulder and comforted the younger boy.
It was only a couple weeks after that, that Minho had noticed you becoming more and more stressed out from your job and decided he was going to do something about it.
-
You come in from work late one evening, seeing Minho sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for you.
“Hey, baby,” you sigh, dropping your purse to the floor, and kicking off your heels. Minho walks over to you and presses his lips to yours in a deep, sensual kiss. You groan into his mouth, body fitting to his.
“Shit,” you pull away, not wanting to make too much of a scene, “Where’s Ji?”
“Out. Now go get changed, I’m taking you somewhere for the weekend,” he smiles at you mischievously. You walk past him suspiciously and change into something comfortable with sexy lingerie underneath.
You walk outside to the car, Minho already having the luggage packed, and you sit in the passenger seat. He pulls out a silk red blindfold and ties it behind your head.
“No peaking,” he warns seductively in your ear, making you chew on your bottom lip and heat curl low in your belly.
The ride to the mystery destination feels like an eternity. You have no sense of time, no sense of direction, just noise. But eventually you make it to the place and Minho takes off the blindfold revealing a small looking house. You look at him as you question why in the world you seem to be in the middle of nowhere, but he silently leads you inside. You come to a living room, a couch, tv, small kitchen, and Minho has you sit down and wait until he unloads the car.
You stand up, inspecting the place and when he walks in with the final suitcase, you can’t help yourself.
“So, what exactly are we doing here?”
“Getting away for a few days,” he vaguely answers as he walks up to you and pulls you into his arms. His smile tells you there’s more to his answer, but you choose not to push it. You kiss his lips softly, a smile pressed against your lips from your boyfriend.
“Come here,” he whispers and you follow him to what you assume is the bedroom.
When he opens the door your eyes widen. There’s a bed in the middle of the room, a Cross X, a mirror and various toys line the wall. You look at Minho with wide eyes as he pulls you into the room, the lights going down to a dim level.
“You’ve been so stressed,” he says as he comes up behind you, lips pressing to your neck. You fold almost immediately, tilting it to give him better access.
“So I wanted to give you a weekend of pleasure, to relax and rejuvenate you,” he hands come up, lightly cupping your tits. Your eyes flutter closed and Minho's hands slide under your t shirt.
“Do you trust me?”
“Mhm,” is all you can whimper as his fingers tease your clothed nipples.
“Good girl,” he praises with a dark chuckle.
“Let’s get you undressed, hmm? Can’t make my baby feel good when she’s all covered up.” His tongue runs over the shell of your ear and you shiver, goosebumps popping up on your skin. You let him take off your clothing, stripping you to your lingerie, something Minho lets a guttural groan out at. He attacks your mouth with his; lips sure to be swollen by the time he’s done. He moves down to your chest, slipping off the bra, and letting your tits hang free, tongue running over each nipple teasingly. You lull your head back, eyes fluttering closed. His teeth tease you and you gasp at the pressure.
He kisses down your stomach, quickly pulling your underwear down. He groans at your beauty, mouth attaching to your wet slit immediately, tongue finding your clit like he’s rehearsed his every move.
“Oh shit!” You almost stumble with the sheer shock of having him on you. You peer down, his eyes large, sweet, as he looks up at you, tongue flicking over your nub with perfect precision.
“Minho,” you moan, hips jerking softly. He moans into you, the vibrations causing your hand to fly into his hair.
He pulls back, chin already covered in your slick, and he stands up, removing his own shirt. He holds out his hand, and you take it, letting him lead you to the X shaped restraint.
“Wait, what about you?” Oh his heart. Even with a weekend about you, you still cared about him.
“We’ll have plenty of time for that,” he says as he shackles one hand.
“But if you still want to once it’s all done, I’m not going to deny you,” he grins as he does the other. He finishes it off with your feet, and out of instinct you pull against the restraints.
“Safe word?”
“Pineapple,” you smile.
“Good.”
“I love you,” you whisper as he comes nose to nose with you.
“I love you more,” he kisses your lips before placing the blindfold on and tying it snug around your head. You hear commotion but you aren’t sure what’s happening.
You hear the sound of a creaking door and a pair of footsteps walk towards you. Minho’s voice suddenly enters your ear.
“Tell me what you feel,” he whispers and you nod. You feel the slap of whip against your bare thigh.
“Yes sir,” you whimper as the sting fades slowly. Suddenly a pair of lips find your neck.
“Slow,” Minho says and you feel yourself tense.
“What?”
“Trust me,” is all he says and your lip finds its way in between your teeth again. The lips trail down chest to your breast, where you feel a warm and wet tongue lick over your nipple, forcing it to harden with the coolness to the air. A soft, cool breeze is blown against it and you gasp, muscles flexing in your legs and upper back.
“Breathe baby,” he chuckles and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“I feel a tongue, and- and a hand,” you say breathlessly as you feel the motions repeated, the pad of a finger brushing over the abandoned one.
“Good,” he encourages.
Now his mouth wraps around your other breast, sucking lightly on it as he massages the other one. You whimper at the feeling, tongue gliding over your nipple like he’s starved for it. You feel a pressure squeeze your abandoned nipple, pinching it continuously before there’s a weighted feeling on it. A yelp comes from the mystery man when he’s pulled off you and the sensation is felt on the other. You let out a groan.
You hear a thud, like knees hitting the ground. You tense before relaxing again as lips meet the inside of your thigh, close to your core where it feels like you're practically dripping.
You feel a breath ghost over your mound before fingers are spreading you open and a tongue dips inside your hole, forcing you to choke out a moan.
“Tell me what you feel,” Minho says and you’re about to answer when a tongue sets a punishing rate on your clit, forcing you to gasp. There’s another sting on your thigh, mixing with the pleasure.
“Tongue, on my- fuck!” Your hips jerk against his mouth and your mouth hangs open.
“On your what?”
“On my pussy,” you moan out as the motions go from swirling to side to side. You groan hips desperate for more friction as they buck against him.
“If you can guess who it is, you can take the blind fold off,” Minho teases in your ear. It’s not hard.
“Jisung,” you ask as a finger inserts into your cunt.
“Look who’s a smart kitten,” he chuckles in your ear, walls clenching due to his praise. The blind fold comes off, room in a reddish hue, and you look down, Jisung’s eyes half lidded, mouth open and tongue out letting you grind yourself on his tongue. The sight alone has you close.
“Use him, let him make you feel good and relaxed,” Minho says and kisses your neck, sucking mark after mark onto it. Your wrists pull against the restraints as Jisung sucks your clit into his mouth, adding a second finger at the same time. You cry out in pleasure, heat curling low in your stomach.
“Min,” you whimper hips shallowly fucking yourself on him.
“Hold it,” he says and sinks his teeth into your neck, his other hand pulling on the clamps on your chest, forcing another groan out of you.
“Fuck, I can’t- please,” you beg.
“Yes you can,” he bites your earlobe. Your face scrunches, body on the verge of trembling, Jisung using your thighs as earmuffs practically. Minho can see the way your body is tight and starting to tremble.
“Let go,” he whispers in your ear and you feel the tight band snap, letting your juices flow onto Jisung’s fingers and mouth. His eyes cast to Minho as to what he should do.
“Clean her up.” He motions and you can feel his tongue swipe over your clit, forcing your hips to jump sharply, an involuntary cry leaving your mouth.
Once he’s finished he stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked onto yours. He looks almost boyish as he looks to Minho and waits for instruction. Your eyes trail over his stomach, flesh biteable and tattoos begging to be traced with your tongue.
“Baby, what do you want, hmm? You want me? Or more of Jisung?”
“Both,” you answer truthfully- desperately. He chuckles and kisses your lips, flicking the weighted clamps on your body.
“Greedy little thing. Let’s work you up to that huh?” You nod and he takes the restraints off your wrists and ankles.
“Get on the bed,” he commands and slaps your ass on the way there. Your legs are slightly wobbly but you make it to the bed in one piece.
“Hands and knees, baby.” Minho tells you and you assume the position. Jisung stands just off to the side, looking slightly out of place, as the bed dips behind you and you feel Minho grip your ass, grazing his teeth against it.
“Ji,” you bite your lip. He looks down at you and you beckon him forward. He shuffles over and looks at you. You smile at his shyness. Your lips find his abs, leaving kisses and love bites down to his pants.
You feel Minho’s tongue circle your tight little hole, and you gasp, breath hot against Jisung’s skin. He spats on it, and you can hear him open a bottle. Your eyes look back and you see him coating his fingers. He works a finger into your ass gently. You groan as you fumble, one handed, with Jisung’s belt, but his hand finds yours and he undoes it for you. You smile shyly at him and his pants fall to the ground.
Minho’s eyes trail to see the two of you, and he smiles softly before his lips come down to press a kiss to your cheek. Jisung’s underwear comes off, and his cock hits his stomach. It’s red at the tip, leaking as you run your tongue over the slit, Jisung immediately letting out a whimper. You giggle softly as you grip the base, and let a string of spit go down on the head, smearing it down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut. Your lips wrap around the head sucking softly before hollowing out your cheeks and sinking down as much as you can. His hand finds your hair gathering it out of your face as you start to bob your head lewdly.
“Fuck you’re good at that,” he groans. Minho adds another finger, the area feeling like it’s being sparked from the nerve endings, and you moan around Jisung, and you feel him twitch already.
“Don’t, I won’t, shit!” He groans, desperate to hold himself back. Minho’s other hand reaches underneath you and pulls on the clamps again, forcing you to whimper around him, watching Jisung’s face scrunch up. You bob your head faster, tongue swirling around the head. Minho’s hand comes down and presses against your puffy clit, causing your hips to jerk, sharp, a yelp leaving you around Jisung’s cock. He adds a third finger, pumping it slowly, watching as it stretches around him.
He takes his middle finger of his other hand and starts to shallowly fuck your cunt, making you scream around Jisung’s cock, drool dripping from your mouth onto the sheet beneath you. Your eyes are watering, the stimulation overwhelming as you suck his cock as hard as you can.
Jisung’s hips shallowly thrust, forcing his cock down your throat more causing you gag around him, Minho placing a kiss to your ass cheek gently to encourage you.
“Keep going, Kitten. You’re doing so good,” he praises and your walls clench around his fingers and he smiles to himself.
Not 4 thrusts later, Jisung’s cuming down your throat, hot, heavy and warm. You swallow it all, and your cunt clenches with every whine he produces from your tongue running over his ultra sensitive head.
You let him go, head hanging as you feel the heat in your stomach stirring. You rock back on his fingers, desperate.
“Such a desperate little slut,” Minho says with a grin, fingers still working both holes, only now a little faster, forcing you to moan.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you whimper hands fisting the sheets. Your chin is picked up with Jisung’s forefinger and thumb and his lips find yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and you open letting his tongue taste you and his essence. The coil in your stomach gets tighter, body going taut as you groan into his mouth.
“Cum baby, it’s okay,” he encourages and you let yourself go before he even finishes his sentence, moaning right into Jisung’s mouth. Minho slowly fucks you through it, fingers slowing down until he’s done, pulling them out and wiping them on a cloth, slowly letting your legs down out from underneath you, your stomach landing on the mattress.
Minho gets up and you hear the fumbling of his belt, and his pants hit the ground.
“You doing okay?” Jisung asks quietly, like he’s talking in the middle of a test and trying not to get caught by the teacher.
“Mhm,” you giggle with a lazy smile, on cloud 9. You kiss his lips before getting up and dropping to your knees in front of Minho. His smile, his approval, it makes you wet, it makes you feel seen. It makes you feel secure and safe.
You kiss the tip of his cock, his eyes on you, Jisung moves himself over to the bed, hand lazily pumping his cock, a soft hiss being heard as he teases himself. You take his weighty muscle in your hand, kissing from the base to the tip. Your tongue darts out over the tip and he closes his eyes momentarily, pleasure shooting in his body.
Your tongues traces the underneath side of his shaft as your hands come up and massage his balls gently.
He moans, head lulling back as your lips wrap around the head, sucking. You can hear the slickness of Jisung’s cock now as he jerks himself off. Your eyes close as you sink down on him, moaning around him. Minho hisses and grips the root of your hair, forcing you to whimper.
You bob your head up and down, pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth.
“Show us how bad you want it, kitten.” He groans.
Your hand that’s massaging his balls leaves them and beckons Jisung over to you. He stands and walks near you, and your hand reaches out, jerking his wet, precum soaked cock for him. Jisung chokes out a moan and you hollow out your cheeks, sucking and jerking harder, feeling Minho twitch in your mouth.
His hips meet your bobs forcing his shaft down your throat, causing you to gag, tears immediately pricking your eyes. The moaning, the wet sounds, the gagging all mix together in the room, forcing the world to stop and time to freeze.
Fat tears coat your lashes, and a few roll down the side of your cheek, and Minho smiles big and wide at the sight.
“So pretty when you cry on my cock. Keep going,” he says, hips picking up speed, Jisung’s hips now thrusting into your fist.
The two work their own bodies and before you realize it, they’re both cumming, Minho down your throat, and Jisung all over your hand and the floor, along with their moans and groans.
You guide them both through their after shocks slowly, careful not to hurt either one, though you tease Minho slightly by sliding your tongue over his slit and he hisses. He pulls you up off the floor, connecting your lips in a bruising, hard kiss.
“Get on the bed,” he growls and your stomach flips. He grabs some condoms out of the bag and tosses one to Jisung who rips it open and slides it on himself.
You watch as they position themselves, Jisung in front, Minho in the back, as he rolls a condom over his length. Minho removes the clamps from your chest, a small sigh of relief leaving you.
“You know you’re safe word if it’s too much.” He whispers in your ear and you nod, kissing his lips deeply. He lubes himself up and very slowly eases himself into your hole, his mouth working on your neck to try and help ease you into it. Your hand wraps around his neck as an anchor and you pull Jisung in for a hard kiss, breathing heavily as Minho bottoms out.
Jisung is next, slipping into your cunt gently, whimpering as he feels your walls flutter.
“So fucking tight,” he whimpers into your mouth.
“Do you need a minute,” Minho asks in your ear before kissing the skin below it.
“I’m good,” you breathe and the two start moving, both quickly finding the same rhythm and it’s heaven. Your head falls back against Minho’s shoulder as you moan, both mean caressing your body. Jisung leaves kisses and love bites on your shoulder as Minho focuses on his pace, moans and curses right next to your ear.
Your eyes cast over to the mirror, watching the way they pull back and slam back in, the way the three of you fit together perfectly. It’s harmony, it's cohesion, it’s perfect. Your walls squeeze Jisung at the sight and your hand reaches up, fingers brushing between you as you feel his abs.
Your lips find Minho’s again, pleasure building slowly, and the kiss is sloppy. You’re moaning and breathing into his mouth when Jisung reaches down, teasing your clit, you practically scream into Minho’s mouth, and his tongue takes advantage of the situation and explores it.
You pull away, body overloading with pleasure and pull Jisung into a steamy kiss, hands going around his neck as your body jolts between them.
“Fuck it feels so good,” you whimper out and your face scrunches. Minho smacks your ass cheek a few times, earning a few yelps that bleed into moans. Your brain turns to absolute static; no thoughts, only feelings. The feeling of being pounded into by two beautiful men. The feeling of being desired and loved. The feeling of knowing this isn’t going to be the last time this happens. Your walls start to clamp around Jisung and he groans thrusts getting sloppier.
“Gonna cum,” he whimpers in your ear.
“Cum for me,” you whisper in his ear, mouth biting and sucking on his neck harshly. Your words are all it takes and he’s over the edge, moaning, whimpering, groaning as he spills into the condom.
You kiss his lips again, teeth and tongue all together, before letting him go. He pulls out and Minho slows.
“He cum already?” Minho’s words are teasing in your ear.
“Want you,” you whimper and Minho slips out, tearing off the condom and he shoves himself inside your tight cunt, growling at how tight you are.
“Fucking hell, look in the mirror, watch how good I fuck you,” he commands and your eyes catch sight of your jolting body in the the reflection of the mirror as Minho sets a punishing pace.
“Gonna breed this fucking pussy, make you swell with me,” he groans, making eye contact in the mirror. Jisung is watching, condom off in the trash, eyes glossy as he watches you like you’re the star of the show; which in everyone's mind, you are.
“Fuck, Minho-” you gasp, feeling the muscles in your body go tight.
“Not yet, with me, okay?” He bites your shoulder, growling as he twitches inside you.
“5… 4… Fuck 3… 2… 1… Let go, let go!” He gasps, hips pistoning into you as your walls clench around him, offering you your last orgasm, body shaking from the power of it.
You can feel some of Minho drip out as he gently lays you down, your body limp and completely spent. All three of you are coated in a layer of sweat, and you hear pants being put on and with the last bit of strength you have left you lift your head.
“You’re leaving?” You ask Jisung, who looks at you with surprise on his face. Your bottom lip is partially poked out and brows knitted.
Minho comes back from the in suite bathroom with a warm towel and looks at Jisung curiously.
“Oh um, yeah I figured you’d want to be alone,” he offers, cheeks full and pink.
“I want him to stay,” you whisper as Minho roles you over on your back. Minho nods and motions for Jisung to come over. Minho wipes between your legs gently, cleaning you up. Minho folds the towel and lets Jisung clean himself up.
He lays beside you on the bed, and you pull him down for a gentle kiss. You smile against his lips and he holds your cheek softly, like if his touch is too rough you’ll break.
“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet as Minho finishes by cleaning himself up.
“Better than okay.” You smile and Minho comes back over, slipping in beside you. He kisses your lips and you smile against his mouth.
“Still feeling stressed?” He asks with a cocked brow and a cocky smirk.
“Not really, no.” you say, voice slightly weak and dreamy. You smile at both boys as you the three of you settle in.
“Good, now let's rest. We have a whole weekend ahead of us,” he smirks and you bite your lip, a smile plastered on your face as both Minho and Jisung cuddle up to you and you all drift off into dream land.
you and your boyfriend decide to switch things up in the bedroom—having him be on top for a change
pairing: soft dom!jisung x fem!reader
genre: smut
content: explicit sexual content, dry humping, light marking, pet names, oral (f receiving), so much dirty talk, multiple orgasms, light choking, jisung is a tease, unprotected sex (p in v)
word count: 2.5k
a/n: anon request! kept singing positions by ariana grande in my head the whole time writing this, hence the title. (this got flagged the first time i tried to post it so i'm hoping this works)
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The clock on your living room wall ticks faintly in the background, disguised by the noise of your boyfriend humming to himself and tapping his pencil on the coffee table. Your legs are slung over Jisung’s lap, flicking through different shows and trying to find something to watch.
You’ve either seen it all, or it was something you were planning on watching it together, which he wouldn’t let you do because he was too busy writing his extremely important lyrics. His words.
The scribbling of his pencil against the paper has you curious, but what you’re really interested in is how delectable he looks. Grey sweatpants, white t-shirt, messy hair, and an incredibly focused face. One that isn’t paying any attention to you at all. He looks so damn fine all the time, it’s hard not to want him every minute of every hour.
You slide your foot up his lap until it’s resting on his crotch area. He subconsciously grabs it and starts rubbing it, which isn’t exactly what you wanted, but you’ll take it. You try your luck and apply the slightest bit of pressure against him.
“Baby…” he says with a warning. “I’m trying to focus.” You make a pouty face at him, crossing your arms in pretend anger. His eyes stay trained on his notebook as he mutters his thoughts aloud. You’re having none of it.
“But you were so whiny last night,” you complain. “I wanna hear it again.” You remember being on top of him the night before, bodies pressed together, and feel butterflies in your tummy at the memory.
He sighs and tries to focus on his lyric sheet, but you scoot closer and lean against his shoulder, playing with his hair. He shifts in his seat, trying to keep himself focused on his work. You’re doing your best to distract him from that.
You kiss his temple, leaving a trail down the side of his face and jaw. He breaks before you can reach his neck.
“Baby, what do you want?” The smirk he’s wearing tells you he already knows, but he asks anyway.
“You…” Your voice is low and trails off, like you’re suddenly shy. “…on top of me.”
His eyes widen. “On top? Really?”
You hide your face in the crook of his neck and nod your head. Jisung was never very dominant in the bedroom. You much preferred the way he writhes under you, and how he whines when he’s about to come. But he’s been working out a lot lately, and you’ve been fantasizing about how it would feel to have him hold you down while you cry out for him.
He squints his eyes at you, thinking about your proposition. “Hmm…” The idea starts running through his head, and he smiles like he has an idea. Possibly something that will make you regret asking. You’re intrigued, either way. “Okay, let’s try it.”
You perk up at his approval and move to kiss him. You’ve been waiting for him to be done with work for hours, just so you can pounce on him like this. The kiss is eager, but soft, and already heated. While your lips move rapidly, he keeps his movements slow and steady.
“Someone’s eager,” he comments as he pulls away for a moment. You pull him back into you with a moan, you need him now. Your hands graze over his thigh, landing over the bulge in his sweats, pressing down against him. You don’t try to tease him, you need him to get on your level. He takes both of your wrists and holds them in between the two of you.
“Slow down, yeah?” he whispers against your lips, smirking. “I wanna take my time with you, it’ll feel better.”
You’re already feeling hot, but his words melt you. Him taking control turns you on even more. As eager as you are, you’re happy to have him set the pace.
He kisses you again, and you let his tongue explore your mouth slowly. He leans you back and climbs on top of you. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull, but he resists and laughs at your desperation.
“Patience, baby,” he shushes you after you whine at him. He’s having too much fun already, making the feeling in your belly grow. You’re used to always having your way with him, never having to wait for anything. This was different, but exciting.
His lips trail over your jaw and down your neck. He leaves what barely feels like kisses along the way, and the air from his nose against your skin gives you goosebumps. His hips meet yours in a slow grind, and you whimper in his ear.
“So needy already,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. His talking really isn’t helping, and you buck up your hips against him, chasing the friction. He finally grinds into you harder, muscles flexing on either side of your head. You kiss him again, sloppy and wet, and your shared moans echo throughout the room.
He dips his head down to your collarbone and lifts your tank top off your body. He tosses it on the floor before his hands are kneading your breasts, tongue lapping all around them. He sucks on one of them, hard, and you’re almost certain it’ll leave a mark.
You reach down to tug the hem of his shirt up, and he reaches behind him to take it off. You trace your fingertips down his muscled body as he captures your mouth in his. He’s still grinding into you, and you can feel your panties sticking to your core.
“Jisung…” you whine. “Need…more.”
“Okay, princess,” he replies, his voice low and raspy. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
Your arms and legs wrap around him as he stands up to carry you across the living room. You attack his neck, kissing and sucking at his skin, making him let out a soft laugh. He nudges the door open with his foot and tosses you onto the bed. You spread out comfortably, waiting for him.
“My pretty girl,” he gushes, reaching over to pull at the strings on your sweats. He slips down your sweatpants, and you shudder at the cool air hitting your skin. He lies down next to you and traces his fingertips along your jaw, making you look at him. “You’re so beautiful.”
Your cheeks feel warm at the compliment. Not that he isn’t always like this, he is, but it still catches you by surprise. He kisses you again, slowly, before lowering himself to your chest, going back and forth, sucking on both nipples.
Your fingers glide through his hair as he inches lower, down your chest, and finally between your legs. His breath is hot as it hits your core, the wetness seeping through, tempting him to take you right then and there. But still, he takes his time, kissing your spot over your panties and making your head fall back against the pillow.
“Already wet and I haven’t even touched you,” he laughs, continuing his teasing touches down your thighs and legs. He pokes his tongue out against your entrance, and your hips chase his mouth.
“Pleeaasseee,” you whine. He’s toying with you, and you’re so turned on that you’re starting to feel impatient and frustrated. You’re brushing the hair out of his face, craning your neck to look him in the eyes while you beg for him.
He seems to be impatient himself, as you catch a glimpse of his hard-on through his sweats as he stands up to discard your underwear. Finally.
He doesn’t waste any more time. He spreads your legs and holds you by the thighs, leaving one last kiss on the inside of it. His tongue grazes directly over your clit, making you moan out in pleasure. His pace is already quick, lapping up all of your juices as they leak out.
“Tell me how good I make you feel,” he says, his voice rough. His tongue attacks your clit again, and he slips his fingers inside of you, the wet sounds filling the room as you cry out.
“Fuck, it feels so good, Ji…I’m so close,” you manage to get out between breaths. He’s working you so well, the tension in your body is building quicker by the second. He sucks hard on your clit as his fingers press on the soft spot inside of you, and your back arches as you come.
“Jisung, fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut as the wave comes over you, and he keeps his tongue on you to coax you through it. Your hands grip his hair tight as you grind against his face through the aftershocks, before coming back down from your high.
He lifts his face up, and the sight of him sends a shiver straight back through your body. His hair is messy, his lips glistening with your wetness, eyes blown wide in lust. You pull him up and kiss him, cleaning up the mess you made on his mouth.
“You sound so pretty when you scream my name,” he comments, brushing the hair out of your face. “Think you can do it again?” He’s not done with you, yet. You asked him to be on top tonight, and he’s going to keep his promise.
He slides off the bed to quickly discard the rest of his clothes, and his cock springs out. The sight of him never ceases to amaze you. Thick muscles flexing while he strokes his length, climbing back on top of you and spreading your legs. He works you up all over again, leaning down to kiss your jaw and down your neck.
He wets his fingers with his mouth, licking around them before bringing them back down to your entrance. He’s gently spreading your folds, and you jump at how sensitive you are.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks. You nod your head, but he doesn’t take that for an answer. “Words, baby.”
“Yes, please…I need to feel you.” Your voice is low, and you’re still breathing heavily from your orgasm.
“Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He’s teasing you. You stare at him, mouth agape and in shock, until you realize he’s being serious. He wants you to beg for it. You’re not in control this time, so you give in.
“Ji…I want you inside me—fuck—please.” You put on your best pouty face, and his eyes go darker as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance. You have just as much power over him, even if he doesn’t know it.
“Fuck, so tight for me.” He’s hardly started to push himself in, and you can feel how big he is already. “You want this cock stretching you out, don’t you?” He pushes in more, moving slowly to let you adjust. “You want me thick and deep inside you?” He’s making eye contact with you the whole time, watching how your face twists in pleasure at the sensation. You’re gripping his back tightly as he bottoms out, tingling running straight through your whole body.
He picks up his pace, the echo of your skin slapping together bouncing off the walls. You feel every drag of him against your walls, the tension climbing higher and higher with every thrust. His abs are flexing as he grinds into you, his skin slick with sweat. The sight of him above you drives you wild, and you wrap your legs around him to bring him as close as possible. He slows as you pull him closer, shifting his weight to his forearm. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily in your ear.
“Pull me any closer, and I’ll be in your fucking guts,” he jokes.
“Fuck, Ji—faster, please,” you moan back.
He pounds into you at a pace that makes your toes curl. His lips find yours, and your tongues move sloppily against each other. Every slam of his hips against yours drives you closer and closer to your release.
“You feel so good, Ji,” you tell him, damn near whimpering. “I’m so close.”
He chooses this moment to grip your throat with his hand. It’s a light touch, but the dominance in the action sends a buzz through your nipples.
“Look at me, baby.” You turn your neck slightly, and your eyes find his, dark and needy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty. Keep your eyes on me while you come.”
His free hand moves down to your clit, rubbing circles around it. The heat in your belly grows, threatening to peak. It’s almost too much, and you try to hold onto it. Your cries get louder, your babbling incoherent. He moans into your mouth, and you can tell he’s about to finish.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, does my baby want me to fill her up?” You nod, unable to form words, and his hand moves faster. Your skin is burning, and the way he looks at you throws you over the edge.
“Fuck—Jisung!” You scream as you come, legs shaking harder than ever. The heat floods your body as you keep moaning his name. You struggle to keep your eyes trained on him as the wave takes over. He swallows your words with his mouth, his face pressed so hard against you that you can hardly breathe, and you don’t even care.
His hips move faster as he works you through the rest of your orgasm. You moan his name again, encouraging him. His movements get shakier, his breathing heavier, and his skin is dripping in sweat.
“Fill me up, baby.” You’re puffy and sensitive down there, but you want to feel him leaking out of you. You need to make him feel as good as you feel.
“Ohmygod—fuck!” He comes with a loud grunt, his cock dragging along your walls as he fills you with his release. He thrusts in one last time before he collapses on top of you. You both lay there for a minute before you let out a small laugh.
“My god, babe, you look so good on top of me,” you sigh, kissing his temple as you pet his hair.
“I’m fucking tired.” He’s out of breath, but you’re both completely blissed out. “But you’re so fucking hot. Totally worth it.”
You laugh at him, hugging him tight before he gathers the strength to sit up and pull out of you. You feel his liquid leak out of you, pooling on the sheets beneath you.
“Fuck, we should do this more often,” he comments, spreading your thighs to get a closer look. You give him a playful slap before he gets up to grab a towel to help clean you up.
He helps you into fresh panties and a t-shirt of his before he tucks you back into bed. He slips in behind you, holding you close.
“I love you so much,” he whispers in your ear.
“I love you too, Ji.”
You cuddle close together before sleep takes you both under. He’ll surely hear it from Chan for not finishing his lyrics on time, but he doesn’t care. It can wait. Right now, he just wants to be here with you.
・┈ ✦ warnings : sub!jisung, begging, whiny + needy jisung, masturbation, boners, caught in the act, slight perv!jisung.
・┈ ✦ summary : when your morning activities are interrupted by an emergency situation, your boyfriend can't help but pleasure himself at the thought of how delicious you looked while you innocently cooked him breakfast.
your eyes were still glued shut with sleep as you rolled over in bed, throwing your arm to the right which hit your boyfriend in the stomach, of course.
han shot awake, clutching his stomach instantaneously. after a few seconds of sputtering out soft swear words under his breath the said, "new way to wake me up, hm?"
you groaned in response, much too tired to give him a proper answer. the only thing on your mind was going back to sleep, but your boyfriend poking you in your side made that task pretty difficult.
"hannie, stop." you said curtly, grabbing his hand.
"you're the one who woke me up, shouldn't i be mad?" he turned you over so you were facing him. your eyes were closed yet he still took a moment to look at all of your delicate features.
"i can feel you staring at me." you spoke before opening your eyes. he was already staring into them. fuck. you wanted to be mad at him for not letting you sleep, but you couldn't.
he laughed before sliding his hand under your head, separating you and your soft pillow. you leaned closer to him and let out a hum at the plush feeling of your lips meeting his.
he pulled away for a moment and you smiled
"come here." you said grabbing his face and bringing it to yours, smashing your lips together once again, this time with more passion.
you bit his upper lip and he licked your lower, and soon after his tongue pried your lips apart. he sat you up against the headboard, not separating his lips from yours for a second. he unclasped your bra, taking a tit in his hand.
every second that passed just made the kiss more heated.
your hands slid up and down his body as his tongue explored your mouth. just as your hands made it to his waistband you received a call, to which you ignored.
and then another call came.
and finally a text.
he pulled away, recognizing whoever was trying to reach you probably really needed you, considering the number of times your phone had made that god forsaken ding! sound in the last thirty seconds.
han got off of you, letting you recollect and grab your phone.
"fuck." you mumbled
"what?" he looked up at you from the bed like a lost puppy, swearing to himself that he was going to come after whoever just created that cockblock of the century.
"its my best friend. her dog ran away. she wants me to come over and grieve with her. probably lay in her bed for three hours? i don't know.." you rambled on, shocked at the messages you had just received.
"oh shit. you gotta get going then?" he yawned. handing you the bra which he has just pried off moments before.
"i guess so." you slipped the bra over your head. "want breakfast before i leave?" you asked him, grabbing a pair of his pajama pants off of the floor and swiftly putting them on.
"i mean, why not?" he got out of the bed slowly before ruffling his hair and standing up.
you watched his muscles flex as he stretched. did your friends dog really have to run away today?
you walked over to him, giving him a peck on the lips before walking out of the room "meet you downstairs yeah?"
"yeah." he paused, "your not putting a shirt on?" he said loudly, knowing you were far down the hallway by now.
"i mean its just us at home, right?!" you called back.
hearing that he smiled to himself. rushing out of the room and following you down the steps.
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"ji, im gonna burn the fuckin' eggs if you keep staring at me like that." you shuffled the eggs around in the pan once more before turning around to look at him, leaning your hands into the counter.
"what? am i distracting you?"
"just let me cook your eggs in peace." you smiled.
saying that, you turned around. you knew han wouldn't let you do that.
you felt his gaze burning into you as you walked over to the fridge to grab orange juice which you set on the counter next to you.
why not take advantage of this?
you opened the freezer and bent down to grab the mini pancakes you knew your han loved.
you arched your back as you stood up and turned around, "you want some of these, babe?" you held up the box of pancakes, waving them in the air.
your boyfriend traced your curves with his eyes. how his pants hung low on your hips, how your bra held your perfect tits.he was getting harder by the second.
who the fuck gave you permission to do these things to him?
and then, looked up from the floor where he was pretending to stare, blinking and shaking his head before speaking "oh shit- sorry babe what'd ya say?"
"hm." you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter once again, sighing this time. "what am I distracting you now?"
"i gotta use the bathroom, be right back." he said coldly.
you pursed your lips and then shook your head. "you want the pancakes or not?!"
"yeah!" his voice cracked as he ran to the bathroom.
you giggled and turned off the stove, and part of you wished you didn't know what he was about to do.
han bee-lined for the bed and threw himself on it, tossing most of the pillows to the floor and stuffing the remaining behind his back, before yanking his sweatpants down to his knees.
there was no need to drag this out.
he had enough foreplay just watching you downstairs, and not to mention the interrupted scene that morning that had been playing through his head for the rest of the time after that.
he grasped his cock firmly from the spot on his stomach where it had lay hard and wet-tipped.
he gasped at the contact and let his head fall back, his mouth parting slightly as he squeezed himself, before letting his cock fall with a slap against his heated skin.
with a flat hand, he pulled the moisture from his reddening tip, smearing it down his length, before curling his fingers over his balls, just grazing his fingertips below them.
han ran his tongue over his dry lips, picturing you in the kitchen, remembering how you'd looked with your pajama pants hanging so low that just the slightest tug would pull them off.
he groaned and brought his hand around his dick again, tugging jerkily, frantically, and bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed.
he could see you between his legs, one hand on his thigh, the other pleasuring yourself right along with him.
han screwed his eyes closed and clamped his other hand over his own thigh, breathing hard and fast and stroking even faster.
he imagined fucking you over the counter. both of you whimpering as he thrusted roughly into you.
one hand gripping your hips roughly, leaving small marks.
his other roped around to the front of your body, rubbing your clit.
the muscles in hans arms began to burn as he stroked himself, but that barely registered; the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see, was you beneath him.
him plunging into you and hearing your pretty noises.
your face as it twisted with pleasure.
he stroked himself long and hard, inside and out, his breath ragged and heavy, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his release.
he moaned loudly, picturing you against the counter once again. this tipped him right over the edge.
with a loud cry of your name, his knees hit his shoulders as his belly strained and his hips thrust up onto his plunging fingers, his body pulsing around them.
quick lines of milky liquid squirted over his hand and the quivering skin of his stomach.
you opened the bedroom door and hans head snapped at the creaking sound it had made.
"huh. well this sure isnt the bathroom." you teased, making your way towards the bed.
content warning: insecure girl, gentle gamer boy han, cutie sex
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word count: 2512
"Fuck, right there," Han exclaimed, his fingers working rapidly, eyes observing everything in front of him. He'd been working up to this for hours.
"So close," he groaned. "Come on!"
With a final victorious sigh, he tossed his head back, "Fuck, yes!"
He relished in the moment he'd worked up to for so long, not moving or speaking. It was Felix who finally pulled him out of his dream state, "Good game, Han!"
"Great game," Han corrected. His door cracked open, and he looked over to see you peeking in. He'd sent you out of the room, claiming you were too distracting to have around during such a high-stakes match.
"We won," he smiled as he opened his arms.
You gasped excitedly for him. He'd been trying to win a match for weeks. "Congratulations, baby!"
Han pulled his headset around his neck so he could kiss you. His bottom lip was swollen from being anxiously bitten at, and he was warm too. It must've been intense for him.
"Are you done for the day?" you asked, needing some of his attention.
"I think we're going to play just one more..." Han trailed off when he noticed what you had on.
On your small frame, you wore a sheer black robe that displayed the black lingerie underneath. To make matters worse, you'd shrugged one shoulder down so that the bra strap was exposed.
"Fuck," Han moaned, eyes trailing over every inch of you as if you were something to be devoured. He put his headset back on while pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Sorry guys, I've got to go."
"What's she got on this time?" Chan laughed.
"Is it..." Lee Know went to guess before Han cut him off.
"Don't picture my girlfriend in anything but a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants or I'll tear your balls off, Lee Know," he threatened.
"Damn," Chan and Felix laughed as Han turned off his console.
His hands settled on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling cutely at him. Han had been your favorite person for years, even before dating. Now...you just felt so lucky every time you were around him.
"What did I do to deserve this?" he hummed, hand trailing down your arm, sparking goosebumps along your skin. He was always so adoring of you, so gentle.
"You won," you shrugged, head lolling back when he brushed his fingers across your throat.
"You didn't know I'd win," he reminded you, leaning in to kiss over yesterday's hickey.
"If you'd lost, I would have been a consolation prize then," you smirked, smiling to yourself when you felt Han chuckle against your skin.
"So win or lose, I deserved this?" he snapped the lacey strap of your bra.
"Yes," you told him with a slow kiss to his lips. "Because you're you."
Han took a deep breath and shook his head. "I'm so lucky to have you, baby."
His next kiss was deeper, slower. His lips studied yours as if it were their very first time meeting. Your stomach was in twisty knots as you struggled to maintain composure. You crossed your legs and moaned against him.
He drove his hand up your side before palming your breast. Your mouth dropped open and breathing became more labored. You were already so worked up. Just putting on lingerie put you in the mood but having Han beside you touching and loving on you felt too amazing.
Then his hand moved from your waist to your thighs. He squeezed it, and you whined, pulling away from the kiss to hide in the crook of his neck. Your flushed cheeks would give away just how needy you were.
Han kissed your forehead and pulled your legs apart. Your heart raced as you settled against him, anticipating what he'd find when he finally touched you. His hand inched higher and higher up your leg, drawing small whimpers from your lips. When he finally pressed a finger against the fabric of your panties, he cursed.
"Fuck, we haven't even done anything yet (Y/n)," he moaned.
You clamped your legs shut around his hand, feeling shy just like always.
"Mmm," he chuckled. "You know how I feel about that," he spread your legs back open.
You let him pull them apart and tease you through the damp fabric. You gripped his shoulders tightly, trying to fight your instincts to close them again. It wasn't that you didn't want to be touched, you wanted him more than anything. You had just been made to feel embarrassed in past relationships and had to fight that instinct.
"Don't think, baby," Han whispered, urging you to turn off that part of your brain. "Let me take over," he murmured as he lifted you bridal style to carry you towards the bed.
You kissed his neck and ran your hand across his strong chest. When he set you on the bed, he pulled his shirt off, allowing you to see what all of the hours spent at the gym had created.
"Your turn," he urged, as he pulled the first tie of the robe. It fell open, showing him everything.
You blushed at his expression. He bit his lip with a shake of his head, looking even more turned on than before. Feeling shy again, you moved the robe back over yourself. Even though it was sheer, having the fabric there felt easier.
"(Y/n)," Han sighed, pulling you towards him. You crawled to where he stood at the edge of the bed and wrapped your legs around his waist.
"It's just..." you sighed, unable to explain for the billionth time why you felt the way you did.
"Let me think for you, baby," he muttered as he brushed the back of his hands along your cheek. "You're beautiful. You should feel beautiful."
You took a deep breath, trying to push aside your insecurities, and nodded. Han kissed you sweetly and gently as he pulled the robe off and tossed it aside.
Instinctively, his hands found their way to your waist to guide you to lie down as he crawled over you.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. He paused to blow cool air onto your nipple, making it pebble beneath the lace.
You whined and wound your fingers through his hair as he'd once taught you to do anytime you wanted to cover up.
"Good girl," he praised you for following his advice. He placed a kiss on your stomach and continued moving down until he reached your cunt. He settled between your thighs, hands holding you open, and blew again.
This time, your hips bucked off the bed, making him smirk up at you. "You didn't close your legs," he noticed. "That's progress."
And it was progress. A month ago, your legs would've constricted his neck like a snake. You pulled his hair, though, earning a moan that made you wetter.
"Hannie," you whined, desperate for more of him.
"Mmm," he hummed at the sound of his name on your lips. "We're just getting started, baby."
He reached to pull off your panties, removing them so slowly that you forgot how to breathe. Han liked to take his time, to work you up. He had no idea how maddening that was when you were so impatient to just feel him inside you.
Once they were removed, he leaned in, placing soft kisses on your thighs and massaging his hands into your waist. Even these small touches felt so good, but it wasn't what you needed. Han knew that and teased you further by sliding his tongue through your center before kissing your thighs again.
You whined in complaint, and tried to wiggle back in front of his expert mouth.
"If you want something from me, just ask," he reminded you.
Part of not thinking was not being embarrassed. Asking for these things so bluntly made your heart flutter anxiously. It wasn't even because you thought he'd reject you...in fact, you had no idea why you felt so nervous.
"If you don't," he began sliding his tongue through you again as a reminder of what you'd miss out on, "I'm more than happy to keep kissing you here," he taunted, moving to kiss your inner thigh. "Or here," he placed a soft kiss on your waist. "Or even here," he threatened with a dangerously close kiss on your bikini line.
You whined and tugged his hair again.
"Words, baby. What do you want?"
"Han," you groaned with another tug when he blew on your cunt.
"You already have all of me, baby," he vowed sweetly. "But what do you want right now."
"I want..." your heart pounded and face flushed as you found the courage to ask, "You to finger me," you mumbled, barely audible.
"What was that?" he asked, pretending he couldn't hear you.
"Han," you whined. "Please."
Han pulled away and looked up at you observantly, checking to see if he'd pushed you too far. He hadn't.
"Come on (Y/n). Don't think, just speak."
You rolled your eyes and spread your legs wider. If he wouldn't finger you, you'd do it yourself. Show...don't tell.
You brought your hand down to your center and circled a finger around your clit, whimpering in relief the moment you touched yourself.
Han looked down in surprise, eyes sparkling at this new confidence. No, you hadn't done what he asked, but it was still more than you would've done usually.
"You gonna touch yourself for me, baby?" Han moaned as he reached down. You watched his hand wrap around his cock, and he began pulling it while watching you. He was so shameless and you envied it more than anything.
Your mouth opened in surprise at how hard he got so quickly, and you decided to be brave too, and inserted a finger into yourself. Han's eyes grew wide just as yours pinched shut, and he hissed a quiet, "Shit."
Your heart was racing, face growing more and more heated with every passing moment. But you felt something else, too...Hot.
You opened your eyes and bit your lip before adding a second finger. Han watched you in surprise. Your chest rose and fell with every labored breath, your tits barely contained in the bra now. You raised one leg, hooking it around his shoulder to give yourself more room, and to make him as desperate as you were.
Han's cock leaked needily for you, and you knew he was just waiting for you to ask him.
Instead, you showed him. You removed your fingers and aligned your cunt with his tip. He slapped his cock against your wet pussy, nearly making you cum.
"Han," you whined, gazing right into his warm and sexy eyes, hooded with lust.
"Yes, baby?" he moaned, barely containing himself.
His warm tip nearly pushed in, you could feel him failing to hold back as his hips ground in shallow waves back and forth. His hands even gripped your sides firmly, ready to thrust in just as harshly as he knew you liked. But there was one part of him you still needed.
"I want you to fuck me," you told him.
His jaw opened in surprise, not having expected it. And his body moved faster than his mind could even comprehend. He slammed into you, making you cry out in pleasure.
His cock bullied your cunt, ramming into it again and again, his skin against yours ringing out in the otherwise quiet room... quiet until you began to whine against him. His grunts matched his pace.
You'd been edged for so long that you knew it wouldn't be long before you came, Han held a hand to your calf, keeping your leg there as he fucked you. He bit his lip in concentration, before smirking and bringing a thumb down to your clit.
Right away your jaw dropped open, and your eyes pinched shut as you tried to hold off.
"Don't think," Han reminded you through a moan.
You listened. And you let go.
Your cunt throbbed around Han, releasing onto him what you'd been holding back all afternoon. He let your calf fall to kiss away the moans as he fucked you through it.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, making it easier for him to use you as he pleased, and it wasn't long before he came. He shuttered against you with whiny grunts and pressed his lips to yours.
You threaded your fingers through his sweat-coated hair and let the last aftershocks carry you forth to his end.
When he pulled away, it was just briefly before he kissed you again. It was slow and romantic. His body leaned into yours, pressing you against the mattress like a weighted security blanket. That's how Han always felt though, like the safest person in the world who never judged you.
"I love you, baby," he hummed between kisses.
"I love you too," you agreed, as you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.
