#han smut

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han jisung smut audio

Minho wasn't home right now and Han was horny so Han did it to himself while thinking of Minho

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STICKY SITUATIONS 、 hjs

──── ❛ all you wanted was a decent grade, not a masked superhero bleeding on your dorm rug!

❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﹒﹒ hjs x f!reader 𝟯｡𝟲𝗸 smut spider-han x reader college au blood/mentions of injury light bondage p in v creampie

reblog4kiss ・・・ ❤︎

the mid-afternoon sun hit the floor of the campus library in bright, dusty rectangles, warming the wooden desk where you and jisung had been sitting for three hours. papers were scattered everywhere—printed articles on urban photojournalism ethics, a half-empty iced coffee sweating onto a notebook, and a laptop with twelve open tabs.

jisung leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms high above his head until his joints gave a faint pop. his hair was messy, sticking up in the back where he had been running his fingers through it all afternoon. he was wearing an oversized red hoodie that swallowed his frame, the sleeves pulled down over his hands so only his fingertips poked out.

“if i have to read one more paragraph about the legalities of street photography, my brain is going to turn into soup,” he muttered, dropping his arms and slumping forward until his chin rested on the wooden table. he looked up at you through his dark lashes, his eyes wide and pleading. “tell me we’re almost done. please”

you chuckled, tapping the end of your pen against his forehead. “we’re done with the outline, but you still need to pull those three shots from your drive. the ones from the rally last week”

jisung groaned, his voice muffled against the desk. “right. the drive. i think i left my flash drive in my dorm. or maybe in my bag. or maybe at the print shop” he lifted his head, resting his cheek on his arm, looking at you with a sleepy, crooked grin. “you know, if you just let me edit the contrast on those photos, i could make that vigilante look like he’s actually five feet away instead of fifty”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “no faking shots, jisung. prof specifically said no heavy manipulation. besides, if i want a real picture of spider-man, i’ll just get one myself."

jisung let out a soft, huffed laugh, shaking his head. “yeah? and how are you gonna do that? stand on the roof of the science building in the middle of the night with a flash camera and hope he doesn’t accidentally web your lens?”

“maybe,” you said, smiling. “he seems to show up wherever things go wrong. i just need to be in the right place at the right time”

“he’s dangerous,” jisung said smoothly, though his thumb nervously dragged across the corner of his laptop. his tone shifted just a fraction, dropping the playful edge. “i mean, he’s out there fighting guys twice his size. you shouldn't be wandering around late at night trying to track him down just for a grade”

“i’m not gonna put myself in danger,” you said softly, looking at him. “i just think he’s interesting. nobody knows who he is. he just appears, saves the day, teases the cops, and vanishes. it’s a good story”

jisung stared at you for a second, his expression unreadable, before a quick, familiar smirk returned to his face. he sat up straight, gathering his notebooks into his backpack. “well, good luck getting your story. just don’t blame me when he turns out to be some awkward guy who sleeps twelve hours a day and eats cold leftover pizza for breakfast”

“speaking from experience?” you teased, zipping up your own bag.

“hey, my diet is balanced,” he said defensively, standing up and slinging his bag over one shoulder. he rubbed the back of his neck, wincing slightly as his hand brushed against his shoulder blade.

you noticed the slight flinch immediately. “you okay?”

“yeah,” jisung said quickly, smoothing down his hoodie. “just... pulled a muscle at gym class yesterday. nothing serious. i’m gonna go hunt down that flash drive before the library closes. i’ll text you later?”

“yeah,” you said, standing up too. “don’t forget to eat something real tonight, jisung”

“yes, mom,” he called back over his shoulder, strolling down the carpeted aisle between the bookshelves.

two days passed before you saw him again. college life moved in a steady rhythm of lectures, rushed meals, and late-night study sessions. you spent most of thursday afternoon at the campus news office, editing the final draft of your photo essay.

by friday night, a thick, heavy rain had settled over the city. thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the windowpanes of your fourth-floor dorm room. the room was warm and dimly lit by a desk lamp, the soft sound of rain tapping against the glass creating a cozy bubble against the storm outside.

you were sitting on your bed in an old t-shirt and shorts, scrolling through your laptop, when a sharp, metallic thud echoed from the small fire escape outside your window.

you jumped, your heart instantly hammering against your ribs. you paused, holding your breath, staring at the dark glass and the wet red brick visible just beyond it.

“probably just a stray cat,” you whispered to yourself, trying to rationalize it.

then came two quiet, distinct knocks against the glass.

tap. tap.

you slowly slid off the bed, clutching your heavy hard-cover textbook like a weapon. step by step, you approached the window. the rain was pouring down the glass, blurring the shape outside, but as you reached out and pulled back the thin curtain, your breath hitched violently in your throat.

a figure was crouched on the narrow metal grating of the fire escape, soaked to the bone. the suit was unmistakable—vibrant red and deep blue, patterned with black webbing, the stark white lenses of the mask reflecting the soft amber light of your desk lamp.

spider-man was sitting outside your dorm window.

you stood frozen for three whole seconds, your mind utterly refusing to process the image. “what...”

the figure tapped the glass again, weaker this time. through the white lenses, you could see him wincing. his left hand was pressed tightly against his right side, dark red blood seeping between his gloved fingers and washing away in the rain.

panicking, you dropped the textbook onto the floor and unlocked the window, pulling the frame upward. the cold, wet night air rushed into your warm room, bringing the heavy smell of rain and ozone with it.

“hey,” a voice came from behind the mask. it was strained, slightly raspy, but undeniably familiar in a way that made your brain stall. he practically fell forward through the opening, tumbling onto your hardwood floor with a heavy, wet thud.

“oh my god!” you gasped, shutting the window quickly to keep the rain out before dropping to your knees beside him. “are you- are you okay? why are you here?”

“your window... was the closest one with the light on,” he mumbled, lying on his back and panting heavily. the suit hummed faintly as he breathed. “sorry about the floor. i’m getting rain everywhere”

“forget the floor!” you said frantically, your hands hovering over him, unsure where to touch. “you’re bleeding!”

“yeah,” he grunted, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position against the side of your bed. “got hit with a piece of flying rebar near the construction site on 5th. it looked cooler in my head when i dodged it”

you stared at him, your hands trembling. the city’s vigilante was sitting on your bedroom rug, bleeding onto your rug, talking to you like it was a casual inconvenience.

“stay right there,” you commanded, scrambling to your feet and rushing into your small attached bathroom. you grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink, along with a stack of clean hand towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

when you rushed back out, he was leaning his head back against your mattress, his breathing shallow.

“okay,” you said, dropping down beside him again and opening the kit. “i need to look at the cut. can you take the suit off?”

he stiffened slightly. “uh. the suit doesn’t really... work like that. it’s custom. very technical. hard to get out of, actually. takes like... twenty minutes”

“you’re bleeding through the material,” you said sternly, opening a pack of sterile gauze. “i can’t clean a wound through heavy fabric. take it off, or at least roll it down”

“it’s a process,” he insisted, his voice sounding oddly defensive. “lots of zippers. hidden snaps. you wouldn't understand the engineering-”

you reached out, tired of his stalling, and pressed your palm flat against the raised black spider emblem in the middle of his chest.

instantly, a faint mechanical click echoed from the center of his chest. the compressed material of the suit immediately loosened, the tight, form-fitting fabric expanding and unseam-ripping along invisible lines, pooling downward around his waist like liquid rubber.

the mask slipped loose at his neck, falling back to reveal his face.

you froze. the gauze slipped from your fingers, landing softly on the floor.

messy dark hair. sharp jawline. big, wide dark eyes staring up at you in sheer, wide-eyed terror.

“jisung?” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

the silence in the room became absolute, save for the rain drumming against the window pane.

jisung blinked, his throat working as he swallowed hard. his face flushed a bright, burning red, spreading all the way down his neck to his bare chest, where a nasty, jagged four-inch gash was oozing blood along his ribs.

“hi,” he said weakly, offering a tiny, pathetic wave with his hand. “so... remember how i said i pulled a muscle at gym class?”

“you’re spider-man,” you said, the words falling out of your mouth in complete disbelief. you stared at his face, then down at his bare, leanly muscular chest, then back to his eyes. “you’re... you’ve been spider-man this whole time?”

“technically for like... eight months,” jisung mumbled, looking down at his lap like a scolding toddler. “look, please don’t be mad. i was gonna tell you, eventually. well, no, actually i was never gonna tell you because i thought you’d freak out, which you are currently doing-”

“i’m not mad!” you interrupted, your voice cracking slightly as the shock settled into raw worry. “i’m trying to figure out why my best friend is sitting on my floor with a hole in his side!”

“rebar,” he reminded you softly, wincing as he shifted his weight. “it really stings”

the physical reality of his injury snapped you back into action. you grabbed a clean towel, soaking it with warm water from a bottle on your nightstand, and moved closer to him.

“this is gonna hurt,” you warned, pressing the wet towel gently around the edges of the cut to clear away the dried blood.

jisung let out a sharp, hissed breath through his teeth, his fingers digging into the fabric of your bedsheets. “yeah. okay. that’s... that’s fine”

“hold still,” you murmured, working carefully. now that the suit was peeled down to his waist, you could see the full extent of his body. he wasn't just the slouchy, hoodie-wearing guy from the library. beneath the baggy clothes he usually wore, his torso was carved with lean, defined muscle—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and faint bruises scattering his ribs from previous fights.

you poured a small amount of rubbing alcohol onto a fresh cotton pad. “ready?”

“no,” he said honestly.

you pressed the pad to the center of the deep cut.

jisung let out a low, strangled gasp, his whole body tensing instantly. his hand shot out, grasping your knee tightly to anchor himself. his grip was remarkably strong, his fingers warm against your skin. his head fell forward, his forehead coming to rest against your shoulder as he breathed heavily, trying to fight off the pain.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you whispered, wrapping one arm around his back to hold him steady while you finished wiping the wound clean. “almost done”

“it’s fine,” he rasped into your shoulder, his breath hot against your neck. “you’re... you’re doing great. better than the school nurse”

you smiled faintly, picking up the tube of antibiotic ointment and spreading a thick layer over the cut, followed by a large square of sterile gauze. you secured the edges with medical tape, pressing down firmly to make sure it stayed in place.

“there,” you said softly. “that should hold until tomorrow. but you need to rest. you can’t go jumping off buildings with a side like that”

jisung didn’t move right away. he kept his forehead resting against your shoulder, his deep, rhythmic breathing warm against your skin. slowly, he lifted his head, his face only inches from yours.

without the mask, without the oversized hoodies, he looked completely vulnerable. his eyes moved over your face, taking in the small details of your expression—the worry in your eyes, the slight parted line of your lips.

“thanks,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gentle baritone. “for not kicking me back out the window”

“i thought about it,” you murmured, unable to look away from his eyes. “you lied to me for months”

“i was trying to protect you,” jisung said softly. his hand, which had been resting on your knee, slid slowly up your thigh, his fingers lingering on the bare skin exposed by your shorts. his touch was warm, sending a subtle, shiver straight up your spine. “if people know who i am... if they know who i care about...”

“you care about me?” you asked, your voice barely audible over the sound of the storm outside.

jisung let out a soft, breathy laugh, his thumb rubbing small, slow circles into your thigh. “are you serious? you’re all i think about. i almost fell off the clock tower on tuesday because i saw you walking across the quad and forgot to shoot my web”

your heart took a sudden, hard flutter in your chest. “you’re an idiot, han jisung”

“yeah,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “an idiot who’s crazy about you”

he leaned in, closing the small distance between your faces. when his lips met yours, it was soft, hesitant, and deep with an emotion that had been building for months beneath quiet library tables and shared coffee cups.

you let out a soft breath into his mouth, your hands moving up to cup his face, your fingers burying into his damp hair. jisung groaned softly, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer, shifting his weight until he was kneeling over you.

the kiss deepened, turning warmer, heavier, filled with the sudden release of built-up tension. his tongue slid against yours, tasting sweet and warm, making your head spin.

jisung pulled back a fraction of an inch, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. his eyes were dark, heavy with an intensity you had never seen in him before.

“you sure about this?” he asked rasply, his thumb gently tracing your lower lip. “because once we start, i don’t think i can go back to just being your friend”

“i don’t want you to just be my friend,” you whispered back, reaching down to pull him closer by his shoulders.

jisung didn’t hesitate. he leaned down, capturing your lips again while his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it up over your head and tossing it onto the floor. his gaze moved down your body, his breathing hitching as his hands came to rest on your waist, his thumbs rubbing soft lines across your skin.

“you’re incredible,” he murmured, leaning down to press a line of slow, hot kisses along your collarbone, moving down toward your tits.

you arched into his touch, your hands trailing down his bare back, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. as your fingers reached his lower back, they brushed against the slick, red fabric of the suit still pulled down around his hips.

jisung noticed your touch and let out a quiet chuckle against your skin. he reached down to his wrist, where the sleek, metallic web-shooter sat strapped to his arm.

“hold still,” he whispered against your ear.

before you could ask what he was doing, he raised his wrist toward the heavy bedpost behind you and flicked his fingers into his palm. a sharp thwip echoed through the room, followed by a soft, sticky impact as a strand of dense, white webbing attached itself firmly to the wood.

you gasped, looking over your shoulder. “jisung!”

he chuckled, taking your right wrist and gently placing a loop of the synthetic webbing around it, securing your hand comfortably to the bedpost above your head. it wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but the tensile strength was absolute—you couldn't pull away if you tried.

“just making sure you don’t run away,” he murmured playfully, his eyes gleaming with a teasing light.

“you’re terrible,” you breathed, your pulse racing as he took your other wrist, securing it with another swift thwip to the opposite bedpost. your arms were held up above your head, leaving your body completely open to him.

“i’m efficient,” he corrected softly, his voice dropping into a low rasp as he slid his hands down your sides, pulling your shorts and panties down off your hips and tossing them aside.

he hovered over you, looking down at your bare form exposed on the bed. his hands were warm, firm, and incredibly deliberate as they traced down your stomach, moving between your thighs.

when his fingers touched your wet, bare pussy, a low gasp broke from your lips.

“look at you,” jisung whispered, his eyes locked on yours as his thumb began to stroke slow, steady circles over your clit. “so wet for me”

“sung...” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the floor to meet his touch, your hands twitching against the webbing holding your wrists.

he leaned down, pressing his mouth against yours to swallow your soft cries while two of his fingers slid inside you, his thumb maintaining a relentless, rhythmic pressure on your sensitive clit.

the feeling was overwhelming. his fingers moved inside you with smooth, deep strokes, hitting the exact spot that made your thighs tremble.

“you feel so good,” he rasped into your neck, his breathing heavy and uneven. “so warm”

“please,” you gasped, your back arching off the floor as the coil in your lower stomach tightened rapidly, your body building toward an orgasm faster than you expected. “ji, i’m... i’m close”

“not yet,” he murmured against your skin.

he slid his fingers out, making you let out a whimper of protest, but before you could complain, he repositioned himself between your legs. he worked the rest of his suit off his legs, kicking it aside, exposing his own thick, fully erect cock.

he guided his tip to your entrance, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, taking care not to put pressure on his bandaged side.

“you trust me?” he whispered softly, looking down into your eyes.

your heart swelled, your gaze softening as you looked at him. “yeah”

he smiled, a beautiful, genuine expression, before he pushed forward, driving himself all the way inside you in one smooth, deep motion.

you let out a loud, breathless cry, your head falling back against the rug as he filled you completely.

jisung stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his forehead resting against yours as he let out a long, shuddering sigh. “god baby... you’re so tight”

he began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that pulled sounds from your throat with every thrust. his hips moved with quick snaps, every stroke reaching deep inside you, leaving you completely senseless.

jisung watched your face, taking in every gasp, every arch of your back, his own control fraying rapidly with every slide of his body against yours.

“look at me,” he rasped, his voice rough and deep.

you opened your eyes, meeting his burning gaze as he speeded up his pace, his thrusts turning faster, harder, snapping forward with a powerful force that shook your entire bed frame.

his hand reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once again, stroking in time with his deep, heavy thrusts.

your pussy tightened violently around him, clamping down hard as the wave of your orgasm crashed through you. you cried out his name, your eyes flying shut as your entire body trembled uncontrollably.

“that’s it,” jisung groaned, his thrusts turning wild and unsynchronized as he felt you squeezing his dick. “hold onto me”

he drove into you three more times, deeper and deeper, until he reached his own limit. with a low, deep groan buried in the crook of your neck, he thrust deeply one last time and held himself there, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

the quiet of the room returned slowly, punctuated only by the heavy drumming of the rain outside and the sound of your shared, ragged breathing.

jisung collapsed gently onto his uninjured side beside you, pulling you into his chest. he reached up with his wrist, a quick flick of his fingers releasing a tiny burst of solvent from his web-shooter onto the strands holding your hands. the web instantly dissolved into a soft, powder-like substance, freeing your wrists.

you brought your hands down, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his face close to yours.

jisung smiled sleepily, his dark eyes soft as he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. he rested his hand over your waist, pulling you as close as physically possible.

“you okay?” he asked softly, his thumb gently caressing your hip.

“i’m amazing,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “though you’re definitely clean-up duty for the floor”

jisung laughed quietly, the sound rumbling against your chest. “fair enough. i’ll buy you a new rug tomorrow”

you looked at his face, still trying to process the wild night. “so... spider-man, huh?”

“friendly neighborhood spider-man,” he answered softly, his eyes full of warmth as he looked at you.

in honor of brand new day releasing today im literally shaking im so excited😆😆whos watching the movie????? i have this really bad feeling peter is going to die tho but then if he does i do hope they make him come back with the symbiote suit in secret wars. either way i just know that i will be sobbing when i walk out of that cinema tomorrow cuz tom already confirmed that it’s the saddest film out of all the 4 movies and hello???? i barely survived no way home😭💔💔💔

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[grungeham]

need your help with this one! i'm planning this friday's jisung fic and i've been going back and forth on this FOR DAYS. the trope i wanna write is best friend's older brother btw, so keep that in mind!

who do you want to read?

playful, flirty, confident jisung (dom)

needy, whiny, desperate jisung (sub)

Voting ended onJul 22

cast your vote because i'm trusting you guys with this one 🫡

[idk6736newacc]

HAN JISUNG SMUT!

🐿× fem listener!

Btw I Love Han audios They are so whiny! 🤭😝

I think this is very sound like Han too! Or its just me?

Idk I just hope you enjoy! 😚☺

[rawjisung]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jj-one]

hanji fucking you after tour🙏 ITS BEEEN SOOOO LONG since he last saw you and he misses you so much...

eating u out for hours bc he gotta make up for being absent for so long, hes so messy and starved. his cock is soo hard, it hurts sm that he has to grind down the mattress but all he wants rn is a taste and pleasuring you because hes so soo sorry🤤☝️

when he does end up inside, he js cant stop.. no matter how overstimulated you both are and how hes js spurting little droplets by now. he js cant stop, he's so hard and he missed this so much. hes crying and whining about it while still going omg. 👅👅👅✌️

jisung wasn’t just touching you, no, he was devouring you.

his lips moved hungrily over the sensitive heat of your core, tongue dragging through slick folds like a man on a mission, groaning shamelessly into every inch of you. long sighs and drawn-out cries spilled from your lips, but it only made him smirk softly between breaths. despite how messy it was— his mouth wet with you, his jaw slick with evidence of just how much he missed you— he didn’t care.

because it wasn’t enough.

jisung had missed this feeling so fucking much. the months apart after his tour had been brutal, waking up to cold sheets and long nights where the closest he got to you was stroking himself in an empty hotel room with your voice echoing in his head. he felt every mile between you like a gaping wound, tearing open wider and wider until the ache became unbearable.

and now that he finally had you underneath him again, whining his name as your thighs shook around his face? there was no way in hell he was stopping.

“’m so sorry,” he murmured, voice muffled by your thighs as he pressed sloppy kisses to the slick skin. “i missed you so much- fuck, so much—”

a sharp gasp hitched in your throat as his lips sucked your clit back into his mouth, teeth scraping ever so lightly to drive you into another wave of sharp, gasping pleasure. yuo didn’t even know how he still had energy, he’d been between your thighs for so long now, driven by sheer desperation— but even as your body convulsed under the sharp overstimulation, there was no stopping him.

his nails dug into your hips, keeping you perfectly in place against his mouth as he groaned against you, hips rutting against the mattress beneath him as his arousal became unbearable. his cock was so fucking hard it actually hurt, aching between his own thighs with little wet stains already smudging the fabric of his boxers, but he wouldn’t let himself stop to do anything about it.

not yet.

you were first, always first, and he needed this more than air.

only when you tugged hard at his hair, voice splintering into soft cries about how you couldn’t take another second of his relentless tongue, did he finally lift his face. his cheeks were flush, chin glistening with your slick, lips swollen from the literal marathon of devouring you.

amd even then, he barely gave you time to breathe before pressing the most filthy, desperate kiss to your lips, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth as he lined himself up.

“i’m sorry, baby- i c-can’t wait anymore, i can’t—”

you barely had time to brace yourself before he pushed into you, all of him at once, filling you so full you nearly sobbed at the sharp burn of it.

and jisung? he was delirious. whimpering softly against your neck as his hips snapped into you. the kind of desperate, helpless rhythm that showed just how much he needed you.

“i missed you- fuck, i missed this,” his breath hitched, voice cracking into little whines as his pace stuttered, already fucking deeper despite how wrecked you both were. “i-it’s been so long, i just- nngh- can’t stop—”

his thighs trembled slightly, his body wracked under the onslaught of his own need, eyes glassy with unshed tears. svery thrust sent sparks of heat through both of you, your nails leaving desperate streaks down his back as your moans bled together in helpless harmony.

“gonna make it up to you,” he babbled, words breaking against another gasp. he buried himself to the hilt, his lips brushing against your salty skin. “i’m so sorry, baby, i just—need—you—”

and neither of you stopped until you were both crying all over again.

[jj-one]

imagine the thought of u calling w a friend while han is eating u out under the blankets..

this was supposed to just be a normal movie night with your boyfriend. at least that’s what you had in mind— popcorn, netflix, maybe some cuddling or a nap halfway through if you got too comfy. but you should’ve known better. jisung never makes it through a full movie. never without touching you. and tonight proves to be no different.

“mm, you’re warm,” he murmured ten minutes in, voice muffled against your shoulder, hands already sliding beneath the blankets draped over both your laps. “just wanna cuddle.”

but jisung doesn’t cuddle. he gropes. he rubs. he drags those greedy fingers up the inside of your thigh like he’s starving and your pussy’s the only thing on the menu. by the time you realize where it’s going, it’s too late— he’s already coaxed your sleep shorts down to your knees and buried his head under the covers, mouthing at your inner thigh like he needs to taste you just to breathe.

and then, of course, your phone rings.

“answer it,” jisung whispers, lips pressed to your cunt. “don’t be rude.”

you glare down at the lump beneath the blanket. “you’re unbelievable.”

“you love it.”

you do, unfortunately. even as your hand trembles picking up the call, even as your best friend’s voice chirps on speaker, even as jisung starts licking slow stripes up your folds like he’s doing it just to be mean. you try to keep your voice level, biting the inside of your cheek, answering questions with little hums and nods like he’s not sucking your clit into his mouth right now.

it’s a losing battle.

because jisung gets off on this— gets off on making you squirm, on hearing your breath hitch in the middle of a sentence, on the soft shlick noises filling the space between your friend’s rambling. his tongue is fast and relentless, curling just right, circling and flicking and sucking like he knows how close you are already. your legs are shaking, thighs clenching, and jisung just holds you open, palms firm against your hips as he moans into your pussy like you’re the one giving him head.

and then it happens.

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucks so hard you nearly see stars, and your whole body jerks. a noise slips out of you— high-pitched and not normal. somewhere between a squeak and a strangled gasp. your friend pauses mid-sentence.

“…are you okay?”

“mhm! m’fine! just- hiccups,” you lie, voice cracking as you slap a hand over your mouth, toes curling in the couch cushion. your other hand’s gripping the blanket, pulling it tighter over jisung’s head as if that’ll stop him from tongue-fucking you like he’s in love with it.

he doesn’t stop.

you end the call a minute later with a rushed excuse and hang up just in time to hear jisung laugh into your pussy.

“did you just squeal like a dying mouse?” he grins, emerging from under the blanket with your slick all over his mouth, flushed and breathless and so fucking smug. “baby, that was so cute. do it again.”

“shut the fuck up—”

“no, no, i’m serious,” he interrupts, grabbing your hips and yanking you further down the couch. “make that noise again. i’m gonna keep eating until you do.”

you do. three more times.

and he never lets you live it down..

[gyuzies]

𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒

𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

lee minho x fem!reader x han jisung

» bestfriend!jisung, friend!minho, dom!minho, switch!jisung, sub!reader [2.8k]

you and jisung have been bestfriends for years — you do everything together, and when you both take an interest in minho, a friend of yours, well logically, you both go for it — together!

contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › mxm (making out), tit play, oral (both rec), handjob, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, cumming untouched, sweet aftercare (eli special), not proofread, we die like slexie.

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You and Jisung never had a typical relationship.

Sure — you're best friends, you've gone through a lot together. College, that first job, second — everything.

Through countless break ups, often lead on by the fact of how close you are, boyfriends and girlfriends of both of you not particularly understanding that you both are just friends.

Well — not just.

You never told them about the countless times in between relationships, when you're both drunk, hell even when you're not.

Nobody knows, but everyone guesses, suspects anyways. Anyone who meets you both assumes your dating, you say you aren't but make no moves to prove them wrong.

Everyone in both of you groups both knew the weird dynamic between you, new people tried to understand but quickly gave up.

Until Minho.

Minho, a work friend of Jisung, quickly infuriating the group, he's great, weird in a way that draws you in, handsome in a way words cant describe.

You're not saying you're a mind reader but you are definitely catching a vibe instantly.

The moment Jisung introduced Minho to you, you notice. The glaces that linger moments too long, the awkward laugh Jisung lets out only with you usually.

It's not jealousy of Jisung — no, more envy.

Because despite this weird dynamic with Jisung, you care about him, you want him. It's why no relationship truly lasts because all you believed you needed was each other — maybe you were wrong.

Jisung on the other hand notice things too, he knew you and Minho well, you both were the closest people to him in his life and he catches on quickly.

Minho, who typically doesn't start conversations out of the blue, always does with you, paying extra attention, nodding along.

Now Jisung would never say anything, no he doesn't want to bring it up because what if he's wrong — or worse, right?

Because Minho isn't like anyone else you would date, he would stick around because he understands to an extent your relationship with Jisung so he wouldn't be threatened right — that's why all your previous relationships ended, because they were insecure but what if he loses you —

Okay, now Jisung said he wouldnt mention it to Minho but you — you were his best friend of course he was going to tell you!

A random Sunday night is when it all clicked in both of your heads, both of you feeling things, silly doubts and one common thing — you both wanted Minho, and each other.

So you plotted, poorly, with no actual plan — basically just going off booze and a whim.

A 'strategically' planned night out, Jisung said it was fool proof but you cant help but be apprehensive.

You randomly messaged Minho, who replied instantly in your little three person group chat you made awhile ago.

Somehow all of your friends couldn't make it so it was just you, Jisung and Minho.

This of course made so much sense in Jisung's mind, you couldn't fight him on it.

At the bar you're focused, well as focused as you can be while slightly tipsy, not drinking a lot as you know what's hopefully going to happen.

You're at the bar, grabbing a round for the three of you, Minho yet to question why its just the three of you so far. When you notice they arent there — looking around at the near by tables to check that maybe you were just losing your mind but no, they weren't anywhere.

Checking over the obvious places, calling out their names you hesitantly check the males bathroom, not in the mood to get flashed, what you find is so much better.

Jisung pressed against the bathrooms sink, his lips attached to Minho's, way too lost in the moment to notice you right away, his hands tangled in his hair, Minho has his knee pressed between Jisung's thighs keeping them parted, faintly hearing a moan escape Jisung's lips.

Only once they hear the bathroom door close do they freeze, looking at you standing in the doorway, Minho looking shocked, a bit unravelled, Jisung however looks so far gone, his hair messed up and lips pink and glossy.

Almost like time stilled for a moment, all outside noises quietening for a second. Only when you smile a bit, taking in the sight of them do they seem to regain functionality.

"You started without me Sungie?" You drag out the question with an almost whine, Jisung lets out a choked moan, his grip loosening on Minho.

Minho, ever the quick one, catches on instantly. Sucking in a shaky breath before pulling from Jisung, not without a small whine in protest.

"What is wrong with you both." His voice still edging on confusion, laced with something more. You cant help but glace at Jisung than back at Minho.

"I guess you're gonna have to try and find out, hm?"

The ride home was blurry, calling an uber was the safest bet, none of you truly sober enough to drive.

The ride back felt torturously long, settling on your apartment as it was the closest. Stuck snug between both of the guys felt like heaven and hell, Jisung's leg drumming up and down anxiously, Minho's almost stoic expression making both of you confused and slightly turned on but we dont talk about that.

The feeling of being literally in between both of them makes your brain go haywire, swirling with all of the possibilities of when you get into the apartment, the excitement, the thrill.

Unconsciously you start clenching your thighs together, of course Minho notices, the guy notices everything about you.

The 20 minute drive felt like an hour, the warmth almost unbearable.

Finally when you arrive, you're suddenly thankful of the long walk, mad at the uber feeling like forever but the reality slowly dawning on you.

Not fear per say, just adrenaline finally dropping.

Jisung is no better, suddenly both of your confident acts crumbling under the idea of Minho.

Minho — who has the straightest face, like he's going to a board meeting not a possible friendship altering encounter.

Entering the apartment should have felt relaxing but it didn't, Minho takes in the space briefly before he makes a long stride to you his hands cupping your face kissing you hard.

Instinctively you moan into the kiss, giving him all the control which you can feel the cocky bastard smile into the kiss. Your fingers curl into the loose fabric of his jacket noticing Jisung's presence lingering close by, hearing the familiar sound of his desperate whines.

Minho breaks the kiss suddenly, leaving you to try and chase his lips, the sudden feeling of disappointment is quickly fading when he pulls Jisung closer, tilting the younger boys jaw so he can kiss him, making sure you're watching.

A small gasped moan escapes from your throat, the sight of them making you go insane with need. A moment later the kiss ends, Jisung looking probably just as desperate and pathetic as you.

"Wheres your bedroom?" Minho's voice coming out broken, catching his breath from the kiss with Jisung. You quickly try and regain composer as you walk ahead of him, guiding him and Jisung to your bedroom.

You can barely process it, clothes ending up mindlessly anywhere on the floor, feeling exposed — all of your thoughts quickly silencing when Jisung kisses you, Minho watching right in front of you.

Your fingers curl into Jisung's hair, pulling helplessly on the strands, desperate for more. Jisung was just as needy, feeling his cock hard against your thigh, rutting against it.

"Poor Sungie has been suffering since the bar —" Minho's words suddenly breaking the silence, your lips still brushed against Jisung's, feeling his breathing grow unsteady. "Be a good girl and help our boy — gonna be good for me, kitty?"

As soon as the nickname falls from his lips you're gone, nodding helplessly at him. Your hands dragging over Jisung as Minho helps him lean against the pillows moving next to him, his thumbs grazing over Jisung's nipples, a breathy gasp from him.

Moving to sit between his legs, your hand slides over the plush of his thighs, enjoying the sweet sounds he's making — Jisung whose always been sensitive everywhere basically.

Slowly your fingers drift to his cock — your thumb tracing over his sensitive tip, gliding over the slit, smearing the cum down his cock.

Before Jisung can even make a proper sound Minho's on him, his lips attaching to Jisung's, Minho's tongue gliding over his bottom lip before his tongue meets his.

Your hand glides up his cock, your thumb pressing against his lip, briefly looking up at him before you lick the head.

His shallow moans muffled by Minho, you can feel heat pooling between your legs at the sight, quickly you wrap your lips around his cock, bobbing your head gagging slightly when he bucks up into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Before you can process Minho's hand tangles into your hair pulling you off Jisung's cock. His thumb swipes over your bottom lips, collecting all the spit that gathered from sucking Jisung off, pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue.

Instinctively you suck, moaning around his thumb, Jisung watches with huge eyes, letting out a strangled sound. Minho however looks pleased, pulling his thumb from your mouth, his fingers brushing over your cheek, his lips so close to yours but he doesn't press them against yours yet.

"Lay down for me, kitty." His voice is barely above a whisper, quickly and haphazardly shift besides Jisung, your thigh pressed against his you're sitting so close.

Minho moves slowly in front of you, not hesitantly, calculated, likes he's trying to control the situation and you both to every degree.

His hands press against your knees, parting them — his eyes immediately drifting down to your exposed cunt, your slick coating your pussy, nearly dripping onto the mattress.

"Look at you — all that from watching me and Hannie?" He coos gently, his tone dripping with condescension.

You cant even muster out any words, a small sound escaping from your throat as Minho slips down onto his stomach, his hands perched directly on your thighs to keep you still and spread out for him.

Jisung is just watching this unfold, feeling his cock twitch as the view in front of him. Two of his best friends who he wants so bad — its genuinely his wet dream.

Minho's focused, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching as you clench around nothing — just as you're about to say something he's on you.

His tongue almost exploring, kitten licking over your cunt before licking a long stripe. Your hands instantly go to his hair, anchoring yourself.

His movements are precise, his tongue swiping over your clit teasingly before prodding at your soaked hole.

You're already embarrassingly close, Jisung and Minho can tell, almost as soon as you feel your orgasm building — Minho pulls away.

"What—" You barely even get one word out before Minho is on you, you can feel his tip slide up your cunt making you moan unexpectedly.

"Gonna be a good girl and put a show on for Sungie?" His eyes glace over at Jisung who somehow looks more wrecked than you.

Not really trusting your words you nod — feeling your thighs start to shake with anticipation.

Slowly Minho pushes in — he feels different than Jisung, longer but not as thick. Quickly he bottoms out, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven.

The feeling takes over you, small shaky moans leaving your lips, adjusting to him. Minho swipes his thumb over your perked nipples, distracting you from the stretch. Quickly The sting morphs into pleasure, arching into him as you squirm under his touch.

Jisung's eyes are trained on you, watching as Minho's cock slides in out of your wet cunt, listening to the mixed sounds of the wet sound and your sweet moans. He cant help but touch himself to the sight of you both.

Pressing his thumb directly over his sensitive tip, using the spit you left on him earlier to wet his cock, stroking his throbbing cock to you getting fucked.

Minho's thrusts are slow and deep, fucking into you like he's trying to mark you — and maybe he is.

"Look at you — both of you, acting pathetic after weeks of eye fucking me." Minho spits out, the sudden realisation that he knew. You can only moan in response, his thrusts growing sharper. "You act all innocent and guarded but you just needed me and Jisung to fuck you stupid, huh?" His words mocking you, leaving you to respond but you cant, his cock pistoling inside of you, hitting that gummy shot with insane precision.

Minho doesn't stop — finally getting to fuck you only turns him mean, his filter completely gone as he looks over at Jisung whose fisting his own cock. "What's the matter Sungie? Too busy being a desperate little slut — what, you get off on watching your best friends, fuck — Shit, she's so tight for us Ji, I think she can take both of us one day."

Minho is talking nonsense at this point, his head clouded with the feeling of your snug walls milking his cock.

Jisung is a pathetic moaning mess — everything is too much, your orgasm is building fast — the feeling oh Minho pounding into your sopping cunt, Jisung's moans echoing through the room mixed with yours.

Jisung can tell — the slight shift of your actions and knowing you all too well. His movements dont stop, reaching over to you — crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing all your sweet moans.

"Come on Hannie — you gonna cum for us?" Minho's voice grows even more ragged, shifting your leg over his arm to fuck you even deeper.

Jisung moans into your mouth, his hand twisting around his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the slit before letting out a silent cry, cumming hard.

"You wanna cum too, kitty? Wanna cum with Sungie — shit, so good for me go on, cum for me angel." Minho's thrusts grow sloppy, his own orgasm creeping up on him, the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in while Jisung is moaning his name.

Minho's words break you, spasming around him as your orgasm crashes over you — moaning desperately into Jisung's mouth, clawing into the sheet — his hair, anything as you ride out your orgasm.

Minho cums at the feeling of you cumming around his cock — his grip on your thighs tightening — letting out a string of groans as he fucks you through your orgasms filling you up — fucking his cum back into you.

Everything slows, everyone's senses dial down, the highs slowly fading. Minho pulls out slowly, watching as your cunt drips with the mixture of your cum.

Minho looks over at Jisung who is also looking at your glistening pussy, his eyes drifting to notice Jisung's cock, which is already half hard again.

"So desperate for our girl still, hm?" A cat like smirk forms on Minho's lips, teasing Jisung. "Wanna taste of her? Think you can handle it Ji?"

Jisung quickly perks up, a small whine escaping at the thought, quickly shifting to take Minho's spot between your legs, diving straight in.

Jisung quickly laps up all of yours and Minho's cum, moaning at the taste, his hips grinding into the mattress.

His tongue gliding over your clit, sucking it hard, moaning against your pussy.

Already so overstimulated from your previous orgasm, this one comes fast and hard — your thighs clenching around Jisung's head.

Jisung only moans at your thighs nearly crushing his head — his ruts into the bed only growing more desperate and needy.

Minho is watching closely, his eyes never straying from you and Jisung, his lips parted from how heavy he's breathing, almost memorised by you both.

Your orgasm comes crashing over you as Jisung sucks on your clit, moaning helplessly into your cunt.

Jisung sucks you through your orgasm, his own building fast, moaning pathetically into your pussy, mumbling sweet praises, the friction between his bare cock and the sheets forcing his own orgasm out of him.

Moments pass — Jisung hesitantly leaves your cunt, noticing how you twitched and probably were sore, resting his head on your thigh, catching his own mess.

Before you can realise Minho left the room, coming back quickly, his boxers back on as he kneels onto the mattress.

Silently helping you both put some clothes on, Minho puts Jisung's shirt on you while helping slide Jisung's boxers on. Handing both of you a glass of water, sitting in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours — unable to read what he's thinking.

Once Jisung basically chugs his drink, putting the glass onto the bedside table, he buries into your side, you take note of the small smile creeping up onto Minho's lips.

While buried into your side you play with his hair, brushing strands stuck to his forehead from his face when he mumbles into your shoulder.

"So — next time?"

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