⁎⁺˳✧༚ Hanji my love ⁎⁺˳✧༚

jisung’s wrists are bound tight to the headboard, back arched sharply off the mattress as you sink down on his cock again, swallowing every thick inch until your ass meets his hips. he’s drenched in sweat, chest glistening, pretty cock buried so deep inside your soaked cunt that you can feel him twitching against your cervix.

“fuck—baby,” he sobs, voice completely shattered.

you roll your hips hard, grinding your clit against his pelvis with every filthy slide. the wet, squelching sound of your dripping pussy taking his cock fills the room. every time you lift up, his shaft shines with your cum, veins bulging, slick with the mess dripping down from where you’re joined.

“look at you, sungie,” you purr, clenching around him on purpose. “so deep in you can’t even think straight.”

his eyes are glassy and unfocused, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and his mouth hangs open, drooling as you bounce harder on his oversensitive dick. “baby… baby, please—your pussy’s too good,” he slurs, hips jerking up desperately. “gonna cum again… i can’t—can’t stop—”

you lean down and bite his neck, sucking hard while you ride him mercilessly. jisung cries out, cock pulsing violently inside your tight heat, another thick spurt of precum flooding you.

“that’s it, baby boy. fill me up. i want everything.”

you fuck him faster, ass slapping loudly against his thighs, cunt squeezing and fluttering around his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry. his head thrashes against the pillow, broken moans and sobs spilling out nonstop.

“baby—baby, i love you—fuck,” he wails, completely lost. “so wet… so fucking tight… please let me cum inside you again—”

you slam down on him, grinding deep as you choke out a moan. the angle has his tip bullying your g-spot relentlessly. jisung’s whole body locks up and he cums hard for the third time, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your pussy. So much of it that it squirts out around his cock with every thrust,messy, dripping all the sheets.

even while he’s still spurting, you keep bouncing on his twitching, oversensitive dick, forcing him through the overstimulation and his sobs turn into raw, broken cries.

“too much—baby, it’s too much—ah—fuck—your pussy’s draining me—”

but you don’t stop until his eyes roll back and his mouth falls slack, body limp and trembling in full subspace. only then do you slow down, keeping his spent cock buried deep inside your cum-stuffed cunt as you gently stroke his tear-soaked face.

“my good boy,” you whisper, kissing his trembling lips. “say it again for me, sungie.”

his voice comes out tiny and floaty, sweet despite the absolute wreck you’ve made of him.

“baby… love you, baby…”

han jisung looked absolutely miserable.

and in any other situation you probably would've felt bad for him. you would've given up much sooner, unable to withstand the ridiculous way he looked at you whenever he wanted something.

but after spending the entire afternoon chasing after your attention, after listening to him insist over and over again with that infuriating determination, seeing him reduced to a mess of incoherent begging was far more satisfying than it should've been.

he'd spent the last half hour hiding his face against your neck, clinging to you as if the closeness alone could somehow make up for everything else.

his words blended together between gasps, half-formed apologies, and promises he probably wasn't even thinking through properly anymore thanks to the warm, suffocating sensation of having his cock trapped between your thighs.

“baby, please- i’m so s-sorry...,” he panted, voice cracked and worn down from begging.

you deliberately ignored him. rolled your hips just a little, slow and teasing, feeling his entire body react immediately.

your nails remained dug into his shoulders’ skin, using him for support while you tried to keep a clear head. the warm pressure of his throbbing cock was beginning to affect your own self-control.

his trembling hands remained locked around your hips. it was a constant contradiction: on one hand, he begged you to stop torturing him and give him what he wanted. on the other, he was the one guiding your movements whenever he lost control.

“j-jagi, i swear it would- ah, fuck- it would never happen a-again...” he promised between another embarrassed moan.

he kept insisting with the same exhausting need that had followed you around all afternoon.

if someone had walked into the apartment right then, they probably would've assumed you were punishing him for something terrible.

and maybe, in a way, you were.

and then it happened again.

you felt his entire body tense all at once. his fingers dug into your skin and a completely broken sound escaped his throat.

he buried his face even deeper against you as he came hard between the soft, slick warmth of your thighs. still thrusting weakly and clumsily between your legs, trying to drag his orgasm out for as long as possible.

“oh my god...” he barely whispered before another broken whine followed.

you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, slowly stroking his damp chest.

“there we go...” you murmured, satisfaction slipping into your voice. “such a good boy. so good for me, sweetheart.”

jisung practically melted beneath you. his eyes stayed shut. his breathing remained uneven. mumbling nonsense against your skin while he tried to remember how to think properly again.

but you knew han jisung far too well. you knew perfectly well this wasn't over.

you knew it from the way his hands started roaming your body again almost immediately.

from the way his cock remained hard between your thighs, still rocking into them clumsily. from the way his attention returned to you with the same obsessive intensity as always.

from the way he kept chasing your lips, desperate to feel all of you.

“baby, please...” his voice came out sluggish. “let me in... just for a second...” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut. “i’ll be good. i swear, just- fuck-!”

he seemed genuinely convinced he could still change your mind. because even exhausted, flushed, and completely unraveled, he was still trying to negotiate his way out of the ban.

still looking at you with those huge, shining eyes that rolled back every time the swollen head of his cock pressed deliciously between your soft skin, sliding easily through his own slick and the wetness gathering between your thighs.

“mmmh- so wet...” he gasped, speeding up. “oh shit-”

jisung groaned and panted, feeling the glorious pressure as he buried himself fully between your legs. a shaky moan escaped your lips when he brushed teasingly against your folds.

the head of his cock nudged your warm entrance. his entire body shuddered. he swallowed hard while unconsciously pushing his hips against it.

“jisung, no.” your voice came out firm, final. “you’re banned.”

the sound of protest he made was so pathetic it was impossible to take seriously. your fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly.

you could feel him trembling beneath you. could hear the pathetic sounds he made whenever your hips started moving up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm.

“pleasepleaseplease-” he whined, the plea tumbling out all at once. “i’ll behave. i would do anything, but- please... let me fuck you good, jagi...”

it would've sounded much more convincing if he didn't already look seconds away from falling apart.

you leaned closer, trailing wet kisses from his chest all the way up to his ear, brushing your teeth lightly against his earlobe.

“is that what you want, jisung?”

he immediately shivered when your warm breath hit his damp skin.

“y-yes- fuck, yes!” he swallowed. “wanna be inside you so bad...”

the sincerity of his answer was almost funny.

there was no pride left. no strategy. just overwhelming need demanding immediate attention before he completely lost his mind.

his movements had become erratic. his hands kept roaming over you without knowing where to stay. his hair stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were completely red.

every time he looked up, he seemed to forget whatever he had wanted to say. his doe eyes remained locked on yours, pathetically begging while rolling back every time your lips found another patch of warm skin.

“wanna come inside me?” you murmured against his skin.

and that question completely destroyed him.

you watched him squeeze his eyes shut and cling to you with almost inhuman desperation. heard the moan he tried to hide against your neck.

he nodded far too quickly. desperate, needy.

his thrusts speeding up every time his cock slid through the wetness coating your thighs. his trembling fingers tracing along your legs slowly, almost reverently.

“you're so needy.” your laugh came out soft. “how embarrassing.”

“n-not fair...” he protested weakly before the sentence died. “please...”

“you got yourself into this mess, jisung.

his eyes closed when you kissed him. and for a few seconds, he seemed to forget how breathing worked altogether.

every time you leaned in again, he sighed into your lips like he was chasing something impossible to reach. his chest rose and fell unevenly. his hands seemed incapable of staying still.

when you pulled back just enough to look at him, another wave of heat swept through your body and settled deep in your stomach.

because he was completely gone.

his lips hung slightly open. his tongue peeking out shyly whenever his breathing became too shaky. his eyes unfocused. as if every ounce of his attention belonged entirely to you.

“are you gonna give up?” you murmured against his skin. “be a good boy and come for me, jisung.”

the words seemed to pass straight through him.

a violent shiver traveled from head to toe. his toes curled. his fingers dug into your skin hard enough to leave marks.

“b-baby...” his voice barely existed. “m’so close...” he panted desperately. “just the tip, please- you feel so good right now, i need it...”

you slowly shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

and somehow that only made everything worse.

your hips started moving in small circles, using the throbbing head of his cock for friction. the sounds escaping him blended together: tiny gasps, muffled moans, and pleas that weren't even attempting to form complete sentences anymore.

he was completely undone. and the harder he tried to recover, the more obvious it became that he'd lost the battle a long time ago.

you closed your eyes, feeling your own breathing begin to quicken. you were close. he was fucking your thighs so well.

and the tighter you squeezed them together the closer you got, the more pleasure tore through his entire body.

you trembled above him, a shiver running through your body before settling deliciously between your legs, pulling a muffled moan from your throat against his neck.

soon you felt his cock beginning to pulse between your thighs. felt his abdomen tense. felt him start trembling all over. he was close. he was going to fall apart all over again.

and you weren't doing much better.

the constant stimulation against your swollen, wet folds was making you lose your mind. jisung was pumping his hips with desperate rhythm. the overwhelming sensation of sliding so easily through the mess he'd already made was completely breaking him apart.

it was so hot and slick that if he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was your cunt taking him perfectly. every tiny miscalculation that made him brush your entrance pulled an audible whine from him.

“mmmh-! babe, i-i’m gonna-!”

and just like before, jisung came unexpectedly. without grace, without dignity. without any way of hiding how much he'd enjoyed it.

his cock contracted rapidly, spilling in several desperate bursts, soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you and sliding hot and sticky between your legs.

“i-it’s okay, sung. you did so good... f-fuck-” you dragged the words out. “so good for me- shit... m’so close...” you whined against his shoulder.

your back arched as your entire body tightened and trembled.

you could feel your own wetness gathering and slowly sliding down your thighs. your body felt completely overstimulated. completely lost.

and for the next few seconds, the only thing that existed was the sound of both of you trying to breathe normally again.

and for the first time all afternoon, han jisung stopped negotiating.

stopped insisting. stopped searching for impossible arguments and desperate promises. he simply held you in his arms, resting his face against your shoulder while his fingers absentmindedly traced your waist.

“jagi...” he murmured, voice rough and exhausted.

you kept your eyes closed a little longer, enjoying the warm weight of him against you.

“what...?”

jisung didn't answer immediately.

when you lifted your head enough to look at him, you found something unexpected. his eyes hesitated. his cheeks remained faintly pink. a shy smile threatening to appear at the corner of his lips.

“are you not mad at me anymore?”

you blinked.

the question was so ridiculously sincere that a laugh escaped before you could stop it.

jisung immediately frowned.

“i’m serious!”

“i know, i know.”

his expression turned slightly accusatory.

“i thought you were gonna keep the punishment going for months...”

you snorted out a laugh. watching him hide his face deeper into your neck while waiting for a proper answer.

as if his entire afternoon had revolved around that one concern.

your hand moved into his hair, brushing away a few damp strands stuck to his forehead.

“as long as you learned your lesson...” you began. “i don't see why the punishment should continue.”

jisung immediately pushed himself upright onto his knees, staring at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

“wait- does that mean i’m not sex banned anymore?!”

you just stared at him.

“that's the conclusion you got from all of this.”

“s-sorry...” he mumbled, though the smile on his face completely betrayed him. “so... yes or no?”

you rolled your eyes. he really could be an adorable dork when he wanted to be.

you ran a hand through his still-messy hair and nodded.

“you're not sex banned anymore.”

jisung's only response was immediately pulling you into another hug, completely pleased with himself.

and watching him smile like that, as if he'd just won the lottery instead of simply regaining privileges he'd lost himself, you couldn't help thinking that maybe this really had turned into one of the best days of his life.

...play tiny venues like the crowd is a sold-out stadium. Doesn’t matter if there are twenty people there or twenty thousand. He still loses himself in it completely every time. Music is music regardless of how many ears hear it. What matters more is that the right ears hear it. Your favorite moments are when he rubs the back of his neck shyly and says, “this next one’s unfinished,” before playing a song that completely alters your brain chemistry. So emotionally overloaded and yet nonchalant at the same time. Whether it's the biggest venue in the country, or his hometown’s coffee shop, he never gives anything but 200%.

"I wrote this at two in the morning during a minor existential crisis, so if it ruins your entire week, I'm sorry. But you only paid five dollars for this show, so really you're getting an unreasonable amount of emotional devastation for the price."

…forget to eat when he’s creating music. Not intentionally, he just disappears into the process so hard he loses track of time entirely. One hour, three hours, five hours, seven hours. Before he even realizes, he's got an empty stomach and an inbox full of reminders from you to eat before you barge into his studio and force him to take a break yourself. He can't help it. It'll be 3:12am, and he's recording voice memo #9000, because inspiration hits when it wants, and he has to get the melody down before it disappears forever.

"Baby, it's time to eat."

"Okay, but just listen to this part and tell me what you think. The bass line changes everything."

…have fans convinced he’s effortlessly cool when in reality he’s just emotionally overwhelmed 24/7 and hiding it behind sarcasm, hoodies, and a good stage presence. You have to admit, his hoodies are possibly the most comfortable things you've ever worn. He has pretty good sarcasm for someone who gets sensitive about rainy weather. And he does have the greatest, most captivating stage presence of any idol out there. He likes to start his concerts playful and chaotic, but then suddenly stands under one dim light, singing lyrics so raw the entire room goes silent. He’ll sing the most devastating lyrics you’ve ever heard and then immediately follow it with: “Anyway, this next song is about one of my favorite things in the whole world. Fried chicken.” And then it becomes a best seller overnight.

"I think the universe knew I'd be unbearable if I had talent and confidence. That's why it gave me social anxiety instead."

…have ink stains, guitar calluses, exhausted eyes, and a hundred unfinished projects open on his laptop at all times. But those are only some of your favorite things about him. You especially love his commitment to bring you into every part of his life, and become just as engrossed in you as he is his music. You inspire him, just as much as the city at night, the early morning sunrise, and the sight of home after a long time away combined. He's deeply sensitive to your emotions even when you pretend they're not important. And even though you may be terrible at saying “I need you,” he's constantly showing up for you in any and every way.

"You know, you don't always have to be the version of yourself that's easiest for everyone else to handle. And you don't have to pretend you're okay with me. I'm kind of a professional at falling apart. Trust me, I can handle it."

...look at you during ordinary moments together – folding laundry, grocery shopping, making coffee on sleepy mornings – and feel hit with the overwhelming realization that these small pieces of life matter just as much, if not more, as his sold-out shows. Onstage, music is how he tells the world who he is. But with you, he learns how to say it without a melody at all. He lets you see the versions of himself the audience never gets to see. The frustrated perfectionist, the exhausted artist, the soft-hearted insomniac who overthinks everything. He's his most affectionate late at night, when the world is quiet, and he isn't performing for anyone. That's when he needs reassurance sometimes. Not because he doubts your love, but because he loves you so deeply that losing you genuinely scares him. He can't imagine his life without the stage, but even more, he can't imagine it without you. Without sending you thirty second voice notes because texting takes too long when he's excited about something. Without writing songs inspired by you without realizing he's doing it, until someone points out that every love song he's written for the last six months shares suspiciously specific details. Without handing you one earbud so you can hear the rough draft he just finished, asking what you think of a lyric when he's insecure. Without looking for you in the crowd before stepping onstage. At the end of the day, music taught him how to express himself. Fame taught him how to be responsible. But you taught him something entirely different: you taught him that there is a version of him that can simply exist. Messy, exhausted, overwhelmed, human. And at the end of every encore, every tour, every standing ovation, he'll always have a home to come back to.

"I never knew home could be a person before I met you."

::

LEE MINHO (LEEKNOW)

Minho is a wicked dom who loves power and teasing. He leans back comfortably, legs spread, and gives you a lazy smirk. He strokes his cock slowly while you kneel, tapping the wet tip against your cheeks and tongue, making you chase it. “Look at you… already drooling. Aren't you so cute?”

When he finally lets you have it, he guides your head with a tight grip on your hair, controlling every movement. “Slower. Use your tongue properly—yes, just like that.” He enjoys face-fucking you, pushing deeper while watching your eyes water with satisfaction. His dirty talk is sharp and degrading in the hottest way: “Choking on my cock already? Such a greedy little slut for me.”

He’ll pull you off right when you’re doing well just to hear you whine, then push back in deeper. Minho edges himself using your mouth, repeating the cycle until you’re a messy, desperate wreck. When he’s finally ready, he holds your head down and fucks your throat with sharp, precise thrusts, moaning softly as he fills your mouth. Afterward, he becomes surprisingly soft, pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair while calling you his good kitten.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is eager, strong, and incredibly vocal. The second he wants you, he pulls you down between his massive thighs, already breathing heavily with excitement. “Fuck, I need your mouth right now, baby.” His tattooed hand guides the back of your head while the other holds his thick cock.

He’s very encouraging from the start, saying “Yeah, just like that— open wider, princess. You can take all of me, I know you can.” He moans loudly and shamelessly, hips bucking up when it feels too good. “Deeper— fuck, that’s perfect. You’re so good at sucking my cock.” His grip tightens when he gets lost in pleasure, holding your head with both hands as he starts thrusting harder. He loves it when your throat does all that filthy wet sounds that his ears crave to hear, chuckling every time he hears you gag, but his moves never falters.

He loves the sight of you struggling with his size and isn’t shy about telling you. When he’s close, he gets rougher but still praises you nonstop. “Gonna cum, baby. Want it on your tongue or down your throat?” He finishes with deep, powerful groans, watching you take everything he gives you. Afterward, he becomes the softest giant, pulling you up and cuddling you tightly while telling you how amazing you are.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin turns blowjobs into something deeply sensual and intimate. He sits back comfortably and gently pulls you between his long legs, taking a moment to brush your hair away from your face with soft fingers. He starts slow and guiding. His long fingers thread gently through your hair as he tells you exactly what he wants. “Lick from the base up… yeah, just like that.” His voice stays soft and husky while he gives quiet instructions. “Now take me a little deeper. Slowly, baby. Yes, just like that...”

Hyunjin’s hips roll smoothly as you work him, his breathing growing heavier. He moans quietly, the sounds low and pretty, never too loud. His fingers stay tangled in your hair, guiding your pace without forcing you. He loves it when things get messy, the way your spit runs down his cock and drips from your lips. When it does, he lets out a soft groan and praises you warmly. “Look at you… getting so messy for me. So fucking pretty.”

He loves keeping eye contact the entire time. Even when his cock is buried between your lips, his gaze stays locked on yours, intense and focused. As he gets closer, his breathing turns ragged and his thrusts become less controlled. Right before he cums, he usually pulls out, stroking himself as he watches. He finishes on your tongue and lips, eyes heavy with lust while soft, breathy moans slip from his mouth. Afterward, he stays gentle. He wipes your lips with his thumb, pulls you up into his lap, and kisses you deeply, still whispering how good you made him feel.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung is impatient, desperate, and incredibly vocal. The second the mood strikes, he pulls you onto the bed or couch and tugs you between his thighs, already breathing fast. At first, he tries to be gentle, shaky hands guiding your head down. The moment your lips wrap around him, he loses all composure. “Fuck—! Your mouth feels so warm… oh my god,” he moans loudly, head falling back. He can’t stay still. His hips buck up instinctively as he guides you deeper, fingers threading through your hair. “Deeper, baby, just a little more. You’re so good, so fucking good at this.”

Jisung is extremely vocal the entire time, a constant stream of whiny praise and desperate begs. “Your tongue— right there, shit! I’m gonna cum too fast…” He switches between dominant and submissive very easily. One moment he’s holding your head and fucking your mouth with needy, shallow thrusts. The next, he’s whimpering and letting you take full control while gripping the sheets tightly.

He loves it messy. The wetter and sloppier, the louder he gets. When he’s getting close, his voice cracks and his thighs start shaking. “I’m close— I’m so close, baby. Can I cum in your mouth? Please let me—” He finishes with loud, broken moans and whimpers, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat or on your tongue, depending on what you allow. Afterward, he becomes incredibly soft and cuddly, pulling you up immediately for kisses and hiding his flushed face in your neck while mumbling about how perfect you are.

LEE FELIX YONGBOK

Felix is gentle but intensely dominant. He sits back comfortably and pulls you between his legs with a soft smile. “Come here, love,” he says in that deep, rich voice. He cradles your face with both hands at first, stroking your cheeks while slowly guiding you toward his cock. “Just like that… open for me.”

He starts slow and sensual. He loves watching you take him inch by inch, praising you constantly in that velvet baritone. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth… taking me so well already.” Felix is obsessed with eye contact. He’ll hold your gaze the entire time, occasionally pressing gently on your throat to feel the bulge when you take him deep. “Feel that? That’s how deep you’re taking me, angel.”

His guidance is patient but firm. He rolls his hips smoothly, fucking your mouth with controlled, deep strokes while moaning beautifully. Even when he gets rougher, he remains attentive, wiping your tears, stroking your hair, and checking if you’re okay. “You’re doing so good for me… such a perfect mouth.”

When he’s close, his deep voice gets even lower. He holds your head with both hands and thrusts a little faster, groaning your name as he cums deep down your throat. He stays in your mouth for a moment, savoring the feeling, then immediately pulls you up into his arms. He kisses you softly, cleans you up, and cuddles you while whispering how much he loves you.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin is a cruel, cocky dom who gets off on breaking you down with nothing but his voice and control. He leans back against the couch or bed with that infuriatingly smug smirk, slowly stroking his long cock right in front of your face. “On your knees. Now.” His tone is cold and expectant.

He makes you wait on purpose, lazily pumping his shaft while looking down at you like you’re pathetic. He taps the wet tip of his cock against your cheek, smearing precum on your skin. “You’re drooling already? Disgusting. I haven’t even put it in your mouth yet and you’re this eager?”

When he finally feeds it to you, his hand grips your hair tightly, controlling every single movement. “Slower. Did I say you could choke on it like a greedy slut? Use your tongue properly.” He forces you to keep eye contact the entire time, tilting your head up painfully. “Eyes on me. I want to see how stupid you look with my cock stretching your throat.”

He enjoys light face-fucking, snapping his hips forward sharply while laughing softly at the wet gagging sounds you make. “Can’t even breathe properly with a dick in your mouth? This is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” The meaner he gets, the harder he becomes. When he’s finally ready to cum, he holds your head down with both hands, fucking your throat with sharp, merciless thrusts.

“Take it all. Every fucking drop. Don’t you dare waste any of my cum,” He finishes with a low, satisfied groan, burying himself deep and pumping his load straight down your throat. After he’s done, he keeps his cock in your mouth for a few extra seconds, enjoying how you struggle.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin starts off slightly shy but quickly becomes confident and curious. He pulls you between his legs, cheeks a little pink as he strokes himself. Once you start, his confidence grows fast. “Like that… yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels really good.”

He’s surprisingly dominant and experimental. He loves guiding you and trying new things, different angles, depths, and rhythms. “Can you take it deeper for me? Slowly… good. Now faster.” His hand stays in your hair, gently but firmly directing you. As he gets more comfortable, he becomes bolder, holding your head with both hands and thrusting into your mouth while moaning your name.

He’s very observant, always watching your reactions. “You like it when I do this, don’t you?” His voice gets breathier and needier the closer he gets. He switches between soft guidance and rougher face-fucking quite naturally. When he’s about to cum, he gets possessive and desperate. “I’m gonna cum— keep going, please—”

He loves finishing deep in your mouth or on your tongue, groaning loudly as he does. Afterward, he becomes incredibly soft and caring, pulling you up immediately to check on you. “Was that okay? Did I go too hard?” He cuddles you close, kissing your forehead and becoming very affectionate.

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you just let out this hum, toying with his hair as you pull out one of looser little pigtails before redoing it. "you want me to put my hands on another man? even to do his hair?"

ah. you're evil today.

he cracks a smile though, and he leans back to look up at you, the top of his head bumping against your stomach. the gears are turning in his head for some kind of silly retort (you'd notice other men? doesn't feel like a good enough fit, but he'll keep it in his back pocket for another day). but all of it falls apart when you move so that you can dip down to kiss him twice: first on the tip of the nose, and the second on the lips.

"you're cute." you start to slowly remove the ties, fingers getting lost in his hair again, the way they always do when you're wordlessly stressing about something and just need to touch him in some way (to cling to his arm, to hug him tight, to squeeze his hand) to ground yourself again. he knows you well enough, though: if you need to talk about it, you will... once you've calmed down enough to think straight.

so jisung makes one move to stop you partially in your little calming ritual, taking one of your hands so that he can press a kiss against the side of it before letting go again. "i know." he teases you softly, but looks at your face one last time. "we match like that."

Han’s cock is around 14-15 cm and so pretty. The head is a cute, light pink color that gets even pinker and shinier when he’s leaking precum. It’s very sensitive, especially the head — the moment you focus there he starts trembling and whimpering uncontrollably. He doesn’t cum in huge volumes every time, but when he does, it’s a lot at once. Thick, pearly white, and almost sweet-tasting. After he cums he becomes 10 times more whiny and clingy than usual. He gets super sensitive, twitches at the smallest touch, and starts babbling cutely while hiding his face in your neck.

When he eats you out, he’s messy and eager, moaning like he’s the one receiving pleasure. When you suck him off, he completely loses it — head thrown back, mouth open, letting out the prettiest moans while gently holding your hair. He loves being marked and wants your hickeys all over his neck, chest, and thighs so he can look at them later and feel claimed.

No matter if he was dominant or submissive, aftercare with Han is the softest thing ever. He becomes the clingiest baby, nuzzling into your chest, kissing you everywhere, and whispering “I love you… I love you so much” while still trembling. He needs lots of praise and cuddles to come down properly.

Han is mostly your desperate, kissy, whiny, and obedient boy who lives to be praised and used by you… but every once in a while that hidden dominant side comes out and he fucks you like he’s been dying to ruin you. Either way, he’s incredibly vocal, emotional, and completely addicted to you. When he cums he gets even needier and cuter, and I’m so weak for that version of him.

I swear no one talks about how much of a hidden freak Han is. He’s literally perfect.

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Mini scenario 🤓

Han was completely pressed against you, skin to skin, bodies slick with sweat as he fucked you in missionary position. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock slid in and out of you with desperate, wet sounds, filling the room with the obscene noise of skin slapping against skin.

“Baby… fuck— you’re so warm inside…” Han moaned loudly, his voice needy and trembling as he kissed you again. The kiss was messy and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours while he continued thrusting deep and slow, rolling his hips in a way that made the head of his cock drag perfectly against your most sensitive spot.

He couldn’t stop kissing you. It was constant, almost obsessive. He kissed your mouth like he needed it to breathe — sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip gently, then moving down to your jaw, neck, and collarbones, sucking and nibbling on your skin, leaving little red marks. Then he’d come back to your lips again, moaning into the kiss, the sound muffled and desperate.

“I love you… I love you so much… you feel so fucking good…” he whimpered between kisses, his voice hoarse and whiny. His hips never stopped moving, thrusting deep, grinding against you with needy desperation. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight… swallowing me whole… I’m losing my mind…”

You dug your nails into his back and Han let out a loud, broken moan, his whole body shuddering. But instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper, his pelvis slamming against your clit with every thrust.

“Yes— just like that… scratch me more… mark me up…” he begged, voice cracking as he kissed you again, sucking on your tongue desperately. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest, mixing with yours. His thighs were trembling against yours, but he kept moving, fucking you with raw need.

He lifted his upper body slightly to look at your face. His eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen from kissing. He stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world while he kept thrusting deep inside you, rolling his hips.

“Look at me… please look at me while I fuck you…” he pleaded, voice soft and whiny. “I want to see your face when you cum on my cock…”

He lowered himself again, pressing his sweaty chest against yours. The kisses returned, even more intense. He kissed your neck, sucked on your earlobe, then back to your mouth, shoving his tongue inside while his thrusts grew faster. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking every inch of him filled the room.

“I’m so close already… but I don’t want to stop… I never want to pull out of you…” he whined, voice breaking. “Your pussy is so hot… so wet… so tight… squeeze me more, please… please squeeze me…”

You clenched around him and Han let out a loud, almost sobbing moan, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you harder, short and deep thrusts.

“Just like that… fuck— you’re gonna kill me… I love you… I love you so fucking much…” he moaned nonstop, kissing, sucking, and biting your neck while his pace became frantic.

His entire body was shaking. His thighs, his arms, his breathing — everything was out of control. He kissed you like the world was ending, moaning into your mouth, saliva mixing as he kept fucking you without mercy.

“I’m gonna cum… baby, I’m gonna cum… can I? Please let me cum inside you… I need to fill you up… please, please, please…” he begged, voice completely broken and whiny, almost crying from pleasure.

When you finally gave him permission, Han completely lost it.

He buried himself as deep as possible and came with a long, loud, desperate moan. His whole body convulsed against yours, cock pulsing hard as thick, warm spurts of cum flooded deep inside you. He kept moving slowly, grinding his hips to push every drop deeper, moaning and whimpering while covering your face and neck with lazy, loving kisses.

Even after he finished, he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside you, breathing heavily, body still trembling with aftershocks as he showered you with soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips.

“Don’t make me pull out yet… let me stay inside you a little longer… please…” he whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse and needy, nuzzling into your neck.

He continued kissing you gently, still deep inside you, like he wanted to stay connected to you forever.

© stlllle — 2O26

bang chan;

“let daddy fill you up, babygirl. gonna pump you full and make sure it takes.”

☆ size difference -> chan loves being bigger than you- he loves watching you eye his strong arms, loves feeling your small fingers claw at his toned back, loves being able to completely engulf you when he is above you. and he loves how hard your sweet little pussy works to take his huge cock. leaving you gaping makes him hard all over again.

☆ overstim -> chan loves filling you up so much he often doesn’t know how to control it. he sinks into your tight, wet heat over and over again, panting into your neck while he rubs tight little circles over your throbbing clit until your body clenches around him again and again, sucking him further inside.

☆ daddy -> and when you call him that? it’s like his self control was never even there to begin with. something in his brain shuts down and he is bending you over, grabbing the meat of your hips in large palms to make sure you stay in place while he fucks into your soaked pussy without restraint. daddy loves to give you what you need most.

☆ breeding -> chan just loves you so much- wants to make sure everyone knows you’re his to touch and make moan and tremble underneath him. he wants to own you in ways that stick. wants you pumped full of his load, sated and marked from the inside out.

☆ creampie -> sometimes he likes to watch it, though. watch the way his cum leaks out of your stretched cunt, clenching to try and keep it inside. he likes the mess, likes to scoop it up on his fingers and ruin your body more than he already has.

☆ stomach bulge -> when your legs are on his shoulders, your body bent in half and being swallowed whole by his frame, he can see the imprint of his cock in your stomach. pressing down always makes you scream, shaking thighs against his chest while you cum, and the feeling of claiming you so throughly has him busting quicker than anything else.

☆ restraints -> sometimes you squirm too much- in ways that are cute, but chan needs you pliant. that’s why the four posts on the bed are up so high, the silk ties are easy to pull out and knot around your wrists and ankles. then you’re completely dumb, as if the idea of him taking full control is enough to render you thoughtless.

☆ cum eating -> when all is said and done, whatever is left to leak out of you ends up in your mouth more often than not. chan always says it would be a waste to let the mess stain the sheets instead of your throat. you open your mouth willingly, feeling your heart grow in your chest when he coos and pets your tongue with his messy fingers.

minho;

“watch your tone, kitty. you have nowhere to run.”

☆ brat tamer -> minho loves a challenge. he loves being tested, and loves it even more when he can give you what you deserve. he is patient, but patience wears thin. it doesn’t help that you always go from that bratty attitude to being pretty and helpless, dumb on his cock- no thoughts in your head besides minho’s name.

☆ choking -> he knows you aren’t innocent, you like the dynamic the two of you have just as much as he does. one thing you love is having his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whine and make your wet pussy clench around his aching cock. and the few times he allows you to choke him while you’re on top, he gets it- loves feeling that dizzying pressure before the sweet relief of breath comes back. more often than not it’s his long, pale fingers on your neck, though. and he’s a boxer- so of course he knows how to properly make you breathless and feeling just right.

☆ humiliation/degradation -> minho’s attitude is almost comparable to your own. his tongue is wicked, lips cruel when he gives you a sharp grin and starts talking. such a pathetic kitty, always so needy, hm? embarrassing how easy it is to fuck you stupid. all you need is cock and you shut up, don’t you?

☆ praise -> of course, that mean tone always comes with sweet words too. such a good girl, sucking my cock into that sweet little pussy. feel so good, kitty- all for me, right? im the only one who makes you this desperate? that’s right.

☆ pet play -> minho owns you in every sense of the word. he cherishes you, takes care of you, pets you and cuddles you. when you’re good, you get treats. when you misbehave, all kitties need to be punished. this is minho’s job, and he takes it very seriously.

☆ collar + plug -> the collar is always on when you’re home, engraved with LM and a cute little bell that gets hooked into it. you feel at ease, and minho loves that glassy look in your eye. the plug with the tail extension is a cute bonus when you’re misbehaving- a way to have you squirming for hours even when he isn’t home.

☆ pain play -> minho always likes a little bite with his pleasure- likes to sink his teeth into your soft skin and litter dark purple along your pretty thighs. he could get drunk off of your gasps and little whimpers and the pinch between your brow when you can’t decide whether to push the shock of pain away or pull it closer. something about this, his sweet kitty, arching into his palms and purring at the smack of his palm, makes his knees shake.

☆ dacryphilia -> seeing you so overwhelmed with pleasure, fucked so dumb you can’t do anything besides shed those beautiful tears, makes his toes curl. your shiny red cheeks, pouty wet lips, the way your fists claw at minho’s shoulders to gain some semblance of control. all he can do is coo down at you, licking up the droplets of water on your cheeks and grinning at the helpless shake of your limbs.

☆ overstim -> minho never leaves you with just one orgasm. it’s always two, or three, or however many it takes to remind you exactly who you’re with and what your place is. minho could take you apart all day, fingers and tongue and cock built to keep you blissed out and lax under his touch. no one could take care of you like this, and he makes sure to remind you of that every time he gets his hands on you.

☆ prey/pred -> you always look so fragile- not necessarily in the way that you’re so much smaller than him, but in the way that he knows he’s stronger and knows there wouldn’t be a fight to catch you. maybe that’s why he lets you act up, lets your attitude simmer to a point that makes his neck twitch in annoyance. because at the end of the day, no matter how hard you try, he always catches you. and you’re always put in your place, caged in his arms right where you belong.

changbin;

“see how big i look inside you, sweetheart? stretching you wide, tearing you apart-“

☆ size/strength -> changbin takes his exercise seriously. he bulks up and uses his muscles for more than just vanity. and the feeling he gets when he sees you ogling him, putting your hand on his bicep and not even covering half of the width, is a high unlike any other.

☆ manhandling -> he is built to protect you, making sure you know the only person who is allowed to toss you around is him. and you love that- giggling when he picks you up with ease, moaning when he stretches your legs far apart on either side of his hips. you would let him do anything to you, and he is reverent in his attentive love, making sure you understand how blessed he feels.

☆ oral -> changbin’s favorite way to worship you is between your legs. he devours your dripping cunt like it’s the last supper, tongue fucking in and out of you because he loves feeling you throb around it. his fingers take over when he mouths at your clit, sucking it between his plump lips and flicking his tongue over the bud. he doesn’t stop until his face is drenched and your vision is hazy.

☆ creampie -> maybe it’s because he loves seeing little pieces of himself in you, but changbin could fill you up and watch it drip out of your stretched hole for hours without getting tired. he pushes the mess back inside with his fingers just to hear you whine and watch it drip back out, only to do it all over again.

☆ praise -> he makes sure you know how well you’re doing- how good you are, how you were made for him. changbin worships your body because it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. and when you return the favor, telling him how good you feel because of what he’s done to you, his cock thickens up all over again.

☆ semi public -> changbin shows you off at any opportunity. he wraps his arm around your shoulder with pride, beaming when his friends talk about how pretty you are. maybe that’s why he also teases you so much in public, his huge palm slipping between your thighs underneath tables, dropping a fork on the ground so he can bury his head there. he will take any excuse to make you feel as good as you deserve to feel.

☆ toys -> toys are just a bonus for him. it’s part of the size kink, really- keeping you stretched on a dildo that he can pull out and slide his thick cock right in. he likes vibrators, too. likes to make you cum around his dick before he even starts moving, so you can cum again when he spills inside you.

hyunjin;

“you’re breathtaking, angel. let’s paint you in purple and blue today, just stay right where you are.”

☆ oral -> hyunjin thinks you are perfect in every way, but your mouth is something he could write endless sonnets about. your lips wrapping so beautifully around the head of his cock, wet tongue sliding up his shaft- he cums embarrassingly fast every time. if he’s lucky, he gets to watch you swallow it all.

☆ choking -> every part of hyunjin’s being craves artistry. the way your flushed throat looks with his pale hand against it, elegant fingers wrapped to feel the rabbiting pulse beneath your skin, makes him feel electric. he feels alive when he holds you in ways that could so easily harm you, but you trust him so much. you let him take and take, because you’re ethereal.

☆ pain play -> bruises are the most obvious thing that turns him on. seeing purple against your collarbone while you’re getting dressed makes him throb, makes him pull you back to bed so he can paint more colors onto your body. the red, purple, blue, yellow, green- he loves all of it. he wants to paint those tones, but the acrylic never quite captures your beauty.

☆ dacryphilia -> seeing you cry made him ache at first. his sweet angel, teary eyed and wobbly lipped. but the tears were always from pleasure, your mind and body overwhelmed with how good he makes you feel, and the realization made him crave it more. now, those tears only mean he tries harder.

☆ free use -> it had been your idea the first time, but hyunjin frequently looks for the green ring you wear when you’re free. something about being able to slide into your wet heat anytime he pleases, no matter what you’re doing, makes him cherish you in ways that feel like he is drowning. how perfect you are for him, to allow him to cherish you 24/7.

☆ cum eating -> hyunjin will always make sure his cum gets inside you, no matter what vessel is used. when he feels droplets spill from your dripping pussy, he doesn’t hesitate to scoop them up on his tongue and slide it into your open mouth.

☆ praise -> of course, he has to tell you how perfect you are. gorgeous, mind-numbing, beautiful beyond words. and he gets off on the same thing, being told how stunning he is, how he fits against your body like he was made for you. your voice singing praise into his neck makes him shiver every time.

☆ voyeurism -> hyunjin loves watching you. sometimes he walks in after a long day and you’re already in bed, touching yourself with his name on your tongue. it drives him crazy to see you- open and without care, driving yourself over the edge with only him in mind. he watches you cum just like that, then replaces your small fingers with his own just to show you how well he can serve you.

jisung;

“fuck, rockstar- please let me inside one more time? just one more, you feel too good to stop.”

☆ overstim -> jisung never knows when to stop. he loves the feeling of your body, loves pressing his tongue against you until you’re shaking and tapping out, loves being inside you after you’ve both already came more than twice. he could live the rest of his life between your legs and be happier than anywhere else.

☆ dacryphilia -> he’s an emotional guy, the tears pricking at his eyes when you’re sucking his cock are just bound to fall. the same way your cheeks are wet when he thrusts into you, always ready to hold you while you cry from the pleasure and kissing you breathless while he does the same.

☆ cum eating -> and jisung is… messy. he uses your combined fluids like his favorite lube, stroking himself with your wetness smeared over his length, asking you to spit on it. he kisses you open mouthed and sloppy after either of you give head, wanting that taste to linger on both your tongues.

☆ creampie -> he’s really messy. not only does he let his load leak out of your pretty little pussy, staring unabashed, he also likes to pull out while the last few drops are still leaving his cock, painting your thighs and stomach opalescent.

☆ choking -> he wants to please you more than anything, because you are always perfect for him. choking you brings a spark to your eyes and makes your chest heave, your thighs squeezing around his hipbones. he gets off on being in control just as much as he gets off on letting you take the lead.

☆ oral -> his favorite way to make you cum will always be oral. he moans into your dripping pussy like a man starved, thrusts his tongue inside of you to feel you clench around it. his mouth is always running, always busy, and he loves being shut up every now and then. when you suck his cock, though? he’s never lasted longer than three minutes. he can’t even help it! seeing you on your knees, pretty eyes blinking up at him, mouth sucking him in so well- he’s a goner.

☆ semi public -> jisung is desperate for you, always. even when you’re on the train, or out to dinner, or seeing a new movie with his friends. he gives you such a innocent smile while his hand travels below your clothes, careful not to look suspicious when he thrusts his fingers inside of you. you try to berate him, tell him this is dangerous, but you’re soaked, so why would he listen?

☆ humiliation -> jisung feels embarrassed about a lot of things. it’s pretty easy to make him flush two shades darker when he cums too quickly, or makes a mess in his pants while eating you out. but that just makes his cock twitch again, ready for another round so he can prove just how useful he is- what your every action does to him.

☆ degradation -> where jisung likes to be embarrassed, he knows you like it when he’s a little mean. outside of the bedroom he is the sweetest, most gentle lover. but inside? his wicked tongue is cruel when he speaks, telling you how slutty and fucked out you look before he’s even touched you, mocking you for spreading yourself wide open for him before his shirt is even unbuttoned.

☆ praise -> even with the mocking, and teasing, and harsh words, you both love to be told how good you’re doing. jisung’s eyes roll back every time you let him know how much he fills you up, how his hands are so talented at tuning your body. in return jisung will whimper and moan about how good you feel around him and how pretty you look when you’re fucked out <3

☆ toys -> he is a man who uses his surroundings to his advantage. vibrators are amazing inventions, truly. especially when he can press one against your sensitive clit and watch you jolt, or wrap one around his cock for that little extra bit of stimulation. it drives you both crazy.

felix;

“you feel good, angel? wanna feel better?”

☆ oral -> felix loves having you on your knees- with a pillow, of course. the feeling of his cock deep in your throat, you swallowing around him and keeping your pretty lips stretched wide, makes him feel insane. he feels even more insane when you let him cum in your mouth, never spilling a drop.

☆ overstim -> he wants you trembling and panting before he even pulls his pants off. his hands are mean, always providing stimulation that makes you fall over the edge over and over again. only when you’ve soaked the sheets with your release, begging and whining, does he ease his cock inside of your tight pussy.

☆ buttplugs + toys -> felix is an opportunist- there’s three holes and he’s filling all of them. when his cock is buried deep in your cunt, his fingers are in your mouth and vice versa. the plug he uses for your ass is just big enough to make you moan when you squirm on it, he always grins when he tugs the flared end.

☆ double pen -> and of course, felix fucks you while the toy is filling you up. he uses a nice, ribbed dildo to fuck your needy pussy while he takes your ass- uses plugs and gags and whatever he thinks will look the prettiest against your flushed skin.

☆ praise -> he tells you exactly what he thinks, how you’re so good for him, he can’t stop thinking about your tight cunt, your pretty pussy ruined him for anyone else, you’re his and he is yours.

☆ degradation -> with the sweet words is always a mixture of rough language- you’re his little slut, begging for cock, taking it like you’re desperate, fucked too dumb to speak. all of it makes your eyes roll back, and felix loves the sight.

seungmin;

“you’re being bad, puppy. you’re lucky i don’t cage you.”

☆ pet play -> seungmin has always be fond of dogs- now, you bring a whole new meaning to the word. puppy, that’s what you are. a sweet, dumb little thing that only wants to please her master. and who is seungmin to deny you that? he loves to take care of you, and loves to punish when you’re out of line just as much.

☆ collars -> seungmin uses collars when you’re being bad. he engraved his initials into it, added a leash so he can drag you to the bedroom or couch or whatever else is close enough to lay you out on. you always get the most adorable look on your face, like you’re trying to hide how excited you are and how much you like being owned. but seungmin knows, because he always knows when it comes to you.

☆ degradation -> of course, his mouth is filthy. especially when you’re riled up, desperate and on the edge, the words tumble out before he can even think. fucked dumb, like a bitch in heat, huh? all you needed was a good fuck to shut you up, right puppy?

☆ humiliation -> seungmin loves to see the red color your cheeks when you’re embarrassed. you always flush the prettiest when he makes you crawl, laughing while you pout and get on your hands and knees. god, look at you. listening to every word i say, are you just that desperate?

☆ oral -> he loves you, loves the way you make him feel. and when you open your mouth, taking his cock like it was made for you? he could bust on sight. sometimes he makes you cock warm him, on the ground with a pillow underneath you while you mouth at his cock uselessly. he likes to catch up on work- not actually doing anything, too busy listening to your impatient whines and trying to stop his length from growing hard when your eyes meet his.

☆ praise -> the day you found out seungmin likes being told how good he is, how good he makes you feel, was the last day seungmin knew peace. now you won’t close your mouth unless he gags you, moaning your praise into his ear while he fucks you just right. and it’s unfair, really- he has to work twice as fast to make you finish before he cums. maybe gagging you isn’t a bad thought.

☆ pain play -> you always misbehave, and he knows what you want. the light in your eyes when he throws you over his knee, or when he grips your hips so hard the tips of his fingers turn white- he can’t help the twitch in his pants. seeing your skin all messy and splotchy red, dark purple littering your neck and chest from his sharp teeth, makes him desperate to feel you. the way you clench around his cock when he spanks you is something that will haunt him forever.

☆ dacryphilia -> seungmin always ends the night wiping your tears. when you look up at him from your knees, eyes glassy and red rimmed, he has to tilt his head back to avoid busting too soon. having you so overwhelmed with pleasure you can’t help but cry is how he knows he is doing his job.

☆ restraints -> you squirm. a lot. sometimes he teases you for it, other times he gets impatient telling you to settle down, puppy. the restraints hidden underneath your pillows are easy to access, easy to leave you incapacitated while he teases and prods and pushes your buttons all night long. and seungmin loves this control- loves that you always go so dumb, fully trusting he will care for you the way you deserve.

☆ toys -> he didn’t think he would like them. why use silicone when he has the real thing? but he realized the power they hold, clamping your nipples to hear your whines, holding a vibrator steady to your clit to watch you tear up. seungmin uses every weapon in his arsenal to make sure the only thing you remember is how to scream his name.

jeongin;

“is daddy making you cum, baby? go ahead, be good.”

☆ overstim -> jeongin is obsessive, your body is all he wants. he gets pleasure from your pleasure, which is why he has your legs shaking and you hurdling over the edge before he even takes his cock out.

☆ oral -> he always grabs your face when you’re on your knees, one hand cupping your jaw, fingers squeezing his cock through the flesh of your cheek. his other hand petting your hair, wiping pretty tears from your pretty cheeks. your warm mouth around him feels so good, and when he returns the favor he loves it just as much. feeling your throat constrict around his cock is almost as dizzying as feeling your wet little pussy clench around his tongue- addictive.

☆ strength -> jeongin used to be smaller, similar to you in size. he bulked up nicely, grew into his skin, and you suddenly felt so much smaller than him. he loves how he can tower over you, pull and push your body with no resistance. the way you flush and bite your lip, the way you moan when he grips your thighs and refuses to let your legs close, makes his cock dribble precum without even being touched.

☆ manhandling -> when your eyes get glassy you let him do so much, so pliant underneath him. he loves moving you around, fucking you against the wall or couch or dresser just to be able to grip your hips tighter under the guise of keeping you standing. after all, he has to take care of his lover.

☆ daddy -> the first time you said it, you were joking. teasing, light in your eyes that made him groan and grumble. but his dick was rock hard in an embarrassing amount of time. and you noticed, grinding on him and whimpering that same word into his ear over and over again, until he had to fuck you so good it was the only thing you remembered.

☆ praise -> jeongin’s mouth is filthy, which surprised you. but you’re dripping when he says such a good girl for daddy, keeping my cock nice and warm, daddy’s sweet angel, squeeze my cock baby. and he doesn’t stop- even whispering how proud he is after you’ve cleaned up, massaging your thighs until they’re done shaking.

a/n: helloooo >:3

i want to do a mini series of ot8 favs, like fav kinks, positions, pet names, things that make them mad, outfits you wear, etc. thoughts??

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