cws: smut, choking, oral sex (f! receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, double vaginal penetration, overstimulation, having sex while being on the phone, mlm elements, poly relationship, established throuple, threesome, use of petnames (kitten, baby, jagi) Lee Know being a dom for Reader AND Han, Han being a sub for Reader AND Lee Know, the full Minsung experience
word count: 3989
summary: Lee Know and you both know how to be mean to seduce Han, even in the most inconvenient moments
a/n: guys I’m sweating. This is my first time writing mlm in the skz fandom and I’m REALLY anxious.. I thought it would be the best idea to test the waters with a poly thing sooo yeah.. maybe I’m gonna write more ships if this goes fine. (Let me know in my ask box which you would want to see) Actually, thanks to @pineapple-burgah and her discord I’m thinking about writing a poly OT8 thing about the kissing line situation at the fanmeeting.. so please, leave a like, comment and reblog if you’re interested in that thehe~
It was silent in the apartment. The only sounds echoing from the walls were the wet smacking sounds of Minhos lips against yours and some hurried breaths when you parted for just seconds, gasping for the shared air before diving back into another kiss.
Your panties were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor an eternity ago.
Minhos mouth traveled along your jawline while he pressed you into the couch with his body, rolling his hips into yours. While you were already half naked, he still had his sweatpants on, the friction heavenly against your swollen clit.
“Min-“, you moaned when he sucked on the spot below your ear - the one he knew that was making you weak.
“Hm?”, he made unhurriedly.
He pulled the fabric of your oversized shirt down so he could kiss your collarbone. Your fingers threaded through his hair, dug into his scalp and shoulders.
“I want to join Jisung under the shower”, you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin.
He chuckled, his hand found your thigh to push your leg up some more, giving him more space to grind against you.
“Too late, kitten. I think he’s already done”, he mused, “You want him to fuck you instead today, huh?”.
You wanted to answer, but the door to the bathroom opened. Jisungs familiar scent hung heavily in the air, reaching you and engulfing both of you, making you want him even more.
“Gotta go”, he mumbled, not yet noticing in which position both his lovers were in right now.
You furrowed your eyebrows, Minho let out a frustrated grunt against your skin. Jisung didn’t even look at you while walking around the couch, his eyes locked with your underwear on the floor, though.
He froze in his movements, you could see his face flush even in a distance.
“Oh, I didnt want to disturb you”, he got out, avoiding to move his head in your direction as if he hadn’t seen you two like this before.
“You want to join us?”, you asked with a grin, Minho huffed, his tongue darting out for a second.
That was when the younger man decided to change his mind, meeting your gaze. You could clearly see that he really wanted to, he hesitated before sighing.
“I have to meet Changbin-ah and Channie in the studio”.
You tugged on Minhos hair to signal him to back you up, there was no way you would let Jisung go now. Not with your desire and lust pooling so low in your stomach. Not with that heat between your legs. Not with him looking so handsome when he was freshly showered.
His face was a bit flushed from the hot water, hair a bit curly and still damp. God, you wanted to ruin him. And Minho confirmed he had the same thoughts by looking at you with blown pupils after getting a glimpse of his boyfriend.
The older man retreated and got up, walking towards Jisung.
“I’m sure you have a few minutes to spare”.
“I’m already too late, actually”, Jisungs words almost got stuck in his throat while watching him.
Minho knew what he was doing, he was walking almost gracefully. Like a cat, ready to pounce his prey.
“So, there’s no need to hurry now, either way, right?”, his hands wrapped around the dark haireds waist, his voice dropping.
Jisung didn’t stand a chance, instinctively cowering, lips parting as if he wanted to answer something, but there were no words coming out. The scenery was hot, even for you, even though you couldn’t see Minhos gaze. But the way Jisung responded to it was enough to make your heart clench with desire.
“I don’t know, I probably should-“, he was cut off by Minho, his face getting closer, his nose nuzzled behind his ear.
You stood up as well, standing on Jisungs other side.
“Yeah, you should probably stay”, you twisted his words with a grin.
His brain was already empty, although the both of you hadn’t really touched him yet. He was so sensitive, so reactive to almost everything you did, it was a bit pathetic.
“Yeah, I should- no I have to, Chan-ah would be mad”, he shook his head, but made no effort to end this, not even when you grabbed his useless hand and shoved it to your core.
He was cupping your bare pussy like this, a whimper escaped his open mouth.
“This is not fair”, he whined, “I- hah, please”.
His words weren’t matching his actions, his head moved to the side so Minho could kiss his neck, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit immediately. Additionally, he was the first one of you to move to the couch, encouraged some more when both of you pulled him with you.
The couch was actually pretty big, three people fitting onto it comfortably, which was very convenient in a lot of situations. Like right now, Jisung laying flat on his back, Minho on his side and you crouching on top of him. Your fingers were on his waistband, pulling down and helping him out of his pants and underwear. His hips almost rutted into the air, chasing your touch so needily, but you didn’t pay him the desired attention.
“You’re so mean”, he pouted.
“We’re not doing anything you wouldn’t want”, you chuckled, fingers tracing the v-line under the hiked up hem of his shirt, “Just tell me and I’ll stop”.
Before your fingers could reach his half hard dick, you moved back up again.
“No- don’t stop, please”, his eyes squeezed shut, but Minho grabbed his jaw and angled his face to look up at him.
“Eyes on me, Jagi”.
Jisung melted, he always did when Minho called him that. He visibly relaxed, slumping into the cushions before his muscles flexed again when you bunched up his shirt to caress him there some more.
“You’re so beautiful, Ji. You’d let me ride those abs, please?”, you leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his stomach.
“Yes! Yes, anything you want”.
Minho’s eyes flickered to you for a second, you wish you could press your thighs together in this position, you were already dripping just from the anticipation.
“Oh, really? You’d let her ride your cock, too? Use your body?”, the older cooed.
Jisung arched his back at his words, nodding so fast. It was endearing how quickly he folded to both of his partners, his previous plans already forgotten.
“Oh god- yes! Please please please”.
You grinned so fondly at him, his submissive side was always something you loved and adored so much. And how could you deny him something when he was begging for it so prettily?
He was hard by now, just from your touches and words. He was so down bad, it was kinda funny.
You positioned yourself on top of him, taking his dick into one hand to guide him to your entrance. Jisung wanted to hold you, hands reaching for your hips, but Minho was quick to catch his wrists, restraining him with just one hand and pulling them over his head.
You sank down on him, slowly, torturously slowly. Minhos lips on Jisungs probably should have muffled his moans, but he seemed to get even louder, even more desperate as soon as they kissed.
When he bottomed out, Jisungs phone on the table right next to you lit up, vibrating for a second to signal he had received a message. But neither of you was caring enough, none of the men separated for even a second, they even deepened the kiss.
Jisung whined into Minhos mouth when you rocked your hips, rolling your body forward.
You grinned, letting your head fall back. The praise made your body feel so warm, you were drunk on it, incredibly spurred on.
With his boyfriends’ face still in his hands, Minho watched you getting off, bouncing on another man’s dick but staring at you in awe like you were the most precious thing on earth.
“Don’t be jealous”, you breathed, “You can have it whenever you want”.
The grin on his lips almost scared you.
“I’m glad you’re saying that”, he changed his position, scooting away and turning to Jisung, “Up, against the backrest”.
Jisung was completely gone, pretty head not being able to think right now. He moved as if he was in trance, hypnotized by your hips and his words, holding you as he really sat up and moved back and leaned against the couch.
He reached deeper in this position, both of you gasped.
You raised your hands to push his damp hair out of his face. He was breathing heavily, slightly thrusting upwards. You didn’t really move, both of you just moving against each other so his dick would drag through your walls just slightly.
Minho was behind you, kneeling above Jisungs legs and pulling you against his chest.
“Can I join you?”, he asked, his lips grazing your neck.
“Join?”.
Your pussy clenched at the thought to be honest, but it also made your breath hitch.
“Hmm”, he hummed, “You told me I could have that pussy anytime I want. And I want it now”.
Your walls clenched again, Jisung whined.
“Stop- gripping me like that-“.
“You two seem to have such a good time, I wanna join”, Minhos hands came around you, sneaking between your legs where Jisungs dick split you open to massage your clit for a moment, “I know you can take both of us”.
He pulled his sweatpants down enough so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. With a growl, he wrapped a hand around the base and tried to push in right next to Jisung. It was a tight fit and you gritted your teeth with just the tip in.
“Hahhh- fuck- wait”, you gasped, instinctively moving away from him, but he wrapped a hand around your throat to pull you back against him.
“Ohhh- Min, please, it’s- so tight”, Jisung squirmed underneath you, throwing his head back and hitting the wall, there was a hand on his windpipe too.
“Yeah, would you two just shut up a second”, Minho moaned low, “Gonna cum when you keep whining like that”.
You stayed like that for a second, both of his hands keeping both of you in place while he needed to take a breath before continuing to push in. All three of you moaned in unison, his grip tightening.
“I said shut up”.
But it was so hard to, you bit down so hard on your lower lip to muffle your cries, because there was no way you could keep quiet like that. The stretch was intense and to be honest, him choking you did nothing to help you.
You had a hard time accommodating to both of them being inside you, your body tensing up.
“Easy, kitten. Breathe with me”, Minho whispered, kissing the spot right next to your ear, “You can take it, right? I know you can”.
There was the soft side of him coming out. Minho actually was a very sweet person, he just liked to be in charge, but he knew how to calm someone down at the right time. His grip around your throat loosened a bit, while the one at Jisung seemed to get tighter.
“Always taking us so well”, he continued, rocking his hips forward gently, glancing at his boyfriend, “Right, baby? Tell her what a good girl she is”.
God, Jisungs eyes were so full of devotion. He looked at you like he never wanted to forget the scene right in front of him. Like he wanted to imprint that moment on his brain.
“Soo good- I.. haahh-“.
“See?”, Minho grinned, pushing in the last few inches, “You already fucked him dumb”.
The heat crawled up at you, you were sweating. You felt so full, so wrecked, but so good at the same time. Your walls couldn’t stop spasming around them and it was driving Jisung insane.
“Can I- oh god”.
“You gonna let him cum, kitten? Or should he wait?”, Minho bit your neck and you gasped.
Jisungs phone vibrated on the table again. Two times.
“No, please- I need to- please”, his hands that had previously been digging into the cushions beside him flew to your waist.
His begging made your cravings worse, you really had to breathe slowly and concentrate so you wouldn’t reach your orgasm too early. But the adrenaline in your veins and the tug in your stomach told you how close you were.
“He had been a very good boy”, you mused and cupped his face, he melted into your touch, “But we want to keep him here as long as possible, right? So he has to wait”.
Minho chuckled, finally starting to move. He tested the waters, his thrusts were shallow and slow at first, but still felt so incredibly good. While Jisung was so deep inside - you swore you could feel the tip touch your cervix - Minhos dick was nudging into your g-spot with every roll of his hips.
And it didn’t just affect you, Jisungs eyes rolled back into his skull when he picked up his pace and encouraged you to move as well. You were deaf to everything else except the sounds of it all. Breathy moans, whimpers and the wet squelch of your pussy. You almost missed the vibration on the table that now seemed to be a phonecall.
“Stop- I’m gonna-“, Jisung squeezed your waist in a bruising grip, definitely leaving marks there but he didn’t even noticed, “Stop, please stop, hahh-“.
But his partners didn’t even think about that, his hands were still urging, not stopping you. He could’ve if he wanted, but all he did was moan out in pleasure, whole body shaking.
Then you felt it, their cocks rubbing against each other in such a tight fit with your walls pulsating around them sent him over the edge. He twitched inside of you, filling you up and even thrusted upward as much as he could in this position so his cum would reach the deepest crevices of you.
“Did you just-?”, Minho growled, Jisungs eyes flew open when the hand around his throat vanished.
“I’m sorry, I just- it felt so good and I-“ he was silenced by two of Minhos fingers shoved into his mouth.
The older man didn’t stop with his thrusts, fucking his boyfriends cum into you.
“Suck on them, baby. And you better be thoroughly, it’s the only preparation you get”, his voice was flat, dark and it made Jisung crumble some more, “You have time until I cum”.
You gasped at it, kinda jealous of both of them. The thought of either having Minhos fingers in your mouth or your fingers in Jisungs mouth made you gasp and mewl immediately.
“Oh, kitten, you aren’t fair to Jisung, you’re gonna make me finish soon when you whine so prettily”.
His rhythm was merciless, relentless, he was chasing his release now without hesitation or restraint. The man underneath you squirmed in overstimulation, still being inside of you as well. Minho groaned into your neck, open mouthed kisses tracing along the hem of the shirt you were wearing, you felt his tongue against your skin before he bit down into the fabric for leverage. Jisungs mouth closed around his fingers, tongue swiping along them, trying his best to be good after literally fucking up and ignoring orders.
You let your head fall back, feeling so deliciously full when Minho came as well. His thrusts didn’t falter, quite the opposite, they got more brutal, quicker, harder. The growl behind you was so feral, so guttural and it only subsided when his movements stopped.
“You did so good, kitten”, he purred now, nose nuzzling against you.
“I didn’t even get to finish”, you pouted.
He pulled out with a sigh, pulling you with him and prepping you onto the couch on your back.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jisung is gonna help you with that”.
Jisung on the other hand didn’t even have enough time to react to anything that happened in that moment, he was being manhandled into positioning himself on his knees and hands right in front of you.
His eyes locked with your core since you had your legs spread, following the cum oozing out of your pussy and dripping down onto the cushions.
Minho was behind him, hands momentarily squeezing his hips.
“What are you- oh god”, Jisungs head fell forward as his boyfriends’ wet fingers pushed against the rim of his hole, “Wait- shit! Fuck-“.
“Watch your mouth, baby”, Minho cooed, eyes locking with yours, “Keep it occupied, yeah?”.
With a grin, you bunched up your shirt some more, gaining Jisungs attention again with the movement. His mouth hung open, muttered swears and breathed whimpers still falling out of it.
“You gonna take care of me, Ji?”.
He nodded, not being able to answer anything, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and kissed the spot right above your clit. He was so eager, so far gone, you didn’t know why he was moaning now. Maybe because of your taste, maybe because of Minhos fingers hitting his prostate - maybe a combination of both.
His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, massaging it so messily, you involuntarily arched your back and tangled your fingers into his hair. His eyes fluttered close, the vibrations of his moans sending electric shocks through you. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. Now.
“Min- Min, please fuck him”, you gasped, these words making Jisung just moan a bit louder.
There was still cum pooling underneath you, coming out in gushes as your pussy pathetically clenched around nothing but the dark haired seemed to get off because of it a bit more. He dived in, tongue squeezing into your entrance, his nose bumping into your clit by how clumsy and hurried he was.
“As you wish, kitten”.
And damn, you wish you could hear those broken sobs of Jisung when Minho pushed his hardened dick in every second of the day. It was heavenly, he held onto you for dear life, arms trembling even more than your legs.
“You feel so good, baby. Fuck- and you really wanted to go to work, tsk”.
Jisung just hummed in satisfaction, probably not even remembering anymore how this started. But he would be reminded soon, his stupid phone on the table vibrating again.
“Ah, that’s Chan-hyung”, Minho grinned, a hint of malice in there, “You want me to pick up? You seem to be kinda busy right now”.
Jisung wanted to respond something, but had a really hard time separating from your swollen clit, latching on it like a starved man, especially with the way you gripped his hair but protesting with some groans.
Minho was too quick to reach for it either way, answering the phone call and putting him on speaker.
“Hey, Chan-hyung”.
He was mean with it, thrusting forward slowly, pulling a long and loud whine out of his boyfriend. His own voice was hoarse, but not that suspicious.
“Did Han-ah forget his phone or didn’t he even leave yet?”.
Chris sounded on edge, you knew he was pissed just because of his tone, but Minho grinned, gasping breathlessly when bottoming out.
“He’s at home”, he said.
Jisungs mouth was gone, he grunted, turning his head slightly to glance back.
“Tell- haahhh fuck- tell him I’m coming”.
Minho chuckled, patting his hips and grinding into him. Jisung let his head fall forward at that, his cries muffled with his teeth in your thigh. You caressed his head, scratching his scalp gently, but soon tugged him to guide his head back between your legs.
“Sure you are, baby”, Minho hummed, speaking louder again for Chris again, “He’s kinda distracted”.
Chris sighed audibly, it sounded really annoyed.
“Can I talk to him?”.
Minho snapped his hips forward and Jisung had to close his mouth around your clit to shut himself up. You jolted, the back of your hand pressed onto your mouth. The blond shook his head, signaling you to take it down again.
“Oh, Hannie can’t talk right now”, another thrust, and another and Jisung almost bit down, “He’s- ahh fuck- he’s occupied”.
Minho couldn’t hold it any longer, the younger man pressing his hips back to meet him now. He gripped his waist with one hand - almost letting the phone slip. This situation shifted completely, your orgasm was in arms reach all of the sudden while Jisung was basically making out with your cunt now. He swallowed the combined juices, moaning into you and licking over your clit with a flat tongue.
You didn’t even care anymore that Chris could hear you.
“Min- fuck him harder”.
Minho muttered something you couldn’t understand under his breath, phone thrown onto the couch to grab Jisungs waist properly.
“She’s there, too? Fuck, give me a warning or something”.
None of you answered, you came on Jisungs tongue with a choked moan, trapping his head in between your thighs. He didn’t stop because of this, hands prying your legs open and fucking you through that orgasm with his tongue, being pushed into your pussy with every thrust of Minhos hips.
It was messy, the sounds were so sinful and you were pretty sure Chris would be traumatized after this.
Minhos rhythm was faltering as he threw his head back, his moan turning into a growl while squeezing Jisungs waist with his hands. His face scrunched up when he came too, making his boyfriend writhe in pleasure at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum.
“Would you- fucking look at that”, Minho hummed when Jisung began to move on his own, his ass meeting Minhos pelvis over and over again, “Such a slut for me, fucking yourself on my cock? Wanna cum again?”.
The dark haired was still slurping on your combined juices, sucking on your swollen clit even though you were trying to pry him off at his hair. He didn’t budge, his eyes closed in pure bliss while eating you out, but it was too much for you. His mouth so hot on your skin, his drool making the sensation even worse because you felt so throughly wet. He marked you, sucking on your clit, your folds, even diving into your entrance, shoving his tongue in as deep as he could reach.
“Min-“, you whined, silently begging your other boyfriend for help.
Minho growled, leaning forward and gripping a fistful of Jisungs hair at the back of his head to yank him back roughly. Jisung gasped and hissed at the pain of it, but you could finally catch a break.
Spit and cum was running down his wet chin, his back arched and his eyes so far far gone.
His pupils were blown, so dark and big you couldn’t see any other color as he stared into the nothingness. They rolled back for the probably fiftieth time this evening while he also reached his peak, spilling onto the cushions with a heavy sigh.
It was silent for a moment, only your breaths filling the living room now.
Minho pulled out slowly, rubbing gentle circles into Jisungs hips as he let go of him.
“You okay?”, he asked, eyes switching between both of you.
The dark haired whimpered quietly, searching comfort in your arms, but holding an arm out for Minho to join him collapsing on your chest. The older man smiled at that, pressing a kiss to your lips first and Jisungs after that. Both snuggled up on you, your hands in their hair on each side.
“Fuck- Chan-hyung is gonna kill us”, Jisung mumbled.
“Nah, just you. Get in the shower and come here immediately”, you heard him saying on the other side of the phone.
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Summary: General chemistry 1 might actually be the bane of your existence. You don’t have time for a class to be this hard, not when you’re already juggling the maximum number of credit hours they would let you take on top of a packed competitive cheer schedule. So you get desperate, and you take the walk of shame to your university’s learning commons, and submit your application for a tutor. What you hadn’t expected was for your tutor to be so cute, and for him to spark some sort of chemistry with you outside of the classroom. You’re not going to complain, not when it all comes to a head one night at a house party before finals week and you end up with your pretty little tutor underneath you in bed.
Warnings: nerd x popular trope, nerd!sub!jisung, popular!dom!reader, penetration (reader!receiving), quickshot Han Jisung, the glasses stay on, overstimulation (Jisung!receiving), semi-public sex (other people are in the house), swearing
w.c.: 8.8K
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You know I had to do it!!! Nerdsung is so special to me <3 Gross little loser with glasses and poorly shaved stubble (you know the Jisung picture I’m talking about…) is my foil. I know this has been written before, but that’s the fun of this event! Putting my own little spin on it. Sorry that this didn’t actually come out on day 1??? Literally so technology stupid that I fumbled using tumblr dot com. Forgive me everyone…Added a few thousand words as an apology <3 Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and happy almost day 1!
You’re failing chemistry.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself at first. In all honesty, you still don’t want to admit it.
Because you pride yourself in being smart. In actually having a head on your shoulders. You’re a competitive cheerleader, the treasurer of your sorority, an honors student, and hell, you’re the student representative on the school board. You’re that guy that everyone knows vaguely for some reason, and you like to think that you’re well-liked amongst your social circles.
And somehow, despite all of your efforts, you’re failing chemistry.
General chemistry 1 was not a course you necessarily wanted to take. It was tedious, long lectures from a geriatric professor whose tenure needed to be challenged, and recitation periods with a jittery TA who clearly cared more about their Phd than how their students did in class. Which was fair, you suppose, but still didn’t make your life any easier. And the lab was no saving grace, with shitty rubrics that don’t actually tell you anything and a five page minimum procedure for every. Single. One. You were pretty sure you were going to tear your hair out at this point if the TA looked over your shoulder again and made a confused sound at what you were doing.
You’d try everything you could think of to pass this class on your own, but, much to your chagrin, you couldn’t take this class as a pass/fail course, because it was required for your major to graduate. Which meant the grade had to be good, or else it would tank your GPA into the depths of hell. You could say goodbye to your academic scholarships, and your spot on the cheer team (and your dignity).
In your time of need, halfway through the semester, you had given up, trudging across campus to the library and doing the walk of shame to the learning commons, which, of course, was at the far end of the first floor. You figured the only people who actually had to use the learning commons were idiots who didn’t actually try in their classes - the kind of desperate where you have to look your fellow students in the eyes and ask for not just help, but paid help. Plus, while you were a bit of a “nerd” yourself, the people that they usually hired for these positions had questionable hygiene on a good day. You shuddered, but trudged on, your shattered pride worth passing this god damn chemistry class.
There’s a mousy girl with a kind face sitting behind the front desk as you walk up, and she smiles at you as you approach. You realize with dread that she’s in the honors society with you, and you pray that she doesn’t recognize you.
“Hey, you!” she chirps, and you internally groan. “How can I help? Are you looking to become a tutor?”
You wince, shaking your head. “Unfortunately, no. General chemistry 1 is kicking my ass, and I can’t afford to fail it. Do you guys have any tutors who are free for that subject?”
“Oh, a million,” she responds, head bobbling as she nods, “Though some of them are, like, terrible. Let me try and hook you up with a good one.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” you say, a grateful smile crossing your face, “I owe you big time.”
She waves you off with a laugh, scrolling through some sort of database on the ancient computer perched in front of her. The light in one of the private rooms behind her flickers, and you’re stuck fiddling with the zipper of your coat while she searches.
“Scale of 1 to 10, how piss-poor?” You quip back, and she laughs.
“You’d hate Minho-oppa, he’s actually kind of a jerk,” she starts, fingers slowing down, “But he’s smart. If you can deal with his piss-poor personality, you’ll learn a lot with him.”
“Oh, like a solid 8. If his students didn’t get excellent grades after working with him, I would’ve thrown a fit about keeping him on our team. But I don’t think he’s the perfect fit-aha!”
She practically jumps out of her seat, grinning at you from behind the desk. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, prompting her to go on.
“Jisung. You would love him. Super shy but very sweet, like, adorably so. He’s one of our newer ones but he got an A in gen. chem, looks like. Plus, he’s got a lot of availability!”
“Jisung,” you say, rolling the name in your mouth, “Okay. I’ll give him a shot. What do you need from me?”
She slides a form across the desk, and waves vaguely towards a cup of pens. You thank her quietly and fill it out quickly. It’s the usual nonsense - your name, your email, your phone number, your consent to be messaged and how the university isn’t liable for any trouble you have with your tutor - and you’re sliding the paper back to her. She types something on the computer, and then gives you a double thumbs-up and a bright grin.
“He’s been notified! You should be hearing from him soon. You let me know if he isn’t treating you right, and I’ll come after him.”
You laugh good naturedly, and give her a small nod. “I will. Thank you, seriously.”
The next morning, your phone buzzes in your pocket, an unknown number, and you can already tell that honors society girl was right about him being kind of adorable. He’s tripled texted you, and it’s both extremely formal and like he’s never talked to a person ever.
From: Unknown
>Hey there! This is Jisung, from the learning commons?>And hopefully you’re the person looking for general chemistry 1 tutoring!
>If you’re not then please ignore this. Or tell me actually so that I can get the right phone number!! That would be cool and awesome
You snort, already picturing what this guy looks like in your head. You save his contact as “Gen Chem” and text him back with one hand, letting him know when you’re available this week to hopefully meet.
You’re in a little bookstore/cafe right outside of campus three days later, right after the dinner rush has died down. The sun is just starting to slip past the horizon, casting a golden light in through the big windows at the front of the store, as you slip into the building. Jisung had let you know that he had already set up camp at one of the booths on the right. You glance back down at your messages, searching for a guy in a “pink hoodie and glasses” (very descriptive, Jisung) who looked like he was waiting for someone.
Your eyes land on someone tucked in the last booth, and oh. You're embarrassed by the way that heat immediately crawls up your neck, because he’s cute. Dangerously so, the kind of cute that makes you want to make some very bad decisions. His glasses are slipping down his nose and a little crooked, and his lower lip catches between his teeth as he types something on his computer, and suddenly, you’re thinking about how it would feel to be biting into his lower lip.
Focus, you think, shaking your head a little bit and willing your feet to carry you over to where he’s sitting. You slip your headphones off, shove your phone in your pocket, and shape your mouth into your friendliest smile, praying the heat of your ears can be blamed on the cold nip of autumn air you caught on your way over.
“Jisung, right?”
His head snaps up, and he looks at you like you’re not real. His mouth opens and closes uselessly a few times, his eyes flickering up and down a few times before landing back on your face. Your smile stretches a little wider, a little more genuine, and you speak again.
“Unless I’ve got the wrong cute guy in a pink hoodie and glasses.”
“C-cute? Uhm, no, right guy! That’s me. Hi, I’m Jisung. Hi.” He stammers out, shifting his computer and notebooks to make room for you to place your stuff down on the table. He knocks a pen off the table in his haste, and you try not to giggle at the way he winces, leaning down to pick it up. You slide in across from him easily, unzipping your bag and sliding out your laptop, ignoring the way your heart somersaults when his eyes find yours again.
“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself warmly, “I’ve never done anything like this before. What do you need from me so that you can help?”
You watch his nervous energy morph into something more defined, more controlled, as he slips into his tutor role. “Well, do you know what you’re struggling with? Because we can start with what you already know, or if you want, we can start from ground zero and rebuild. Sometimes people have the fundamentals wrong, and that’s what’s holding them back from understanding what’s happening now, y’know? I want this to be about you, not about me. We’ll build all the instruction around what you need and how you learn.”
The first session flies by easily, Jisung surprisingly professional once he’s slipped into tutor mode. He knows when you need him to slow down without you telling him, and there’s something about the way he describes things that make some of the confusion turn into something that might actually make sense.
It helps, too, that whenever he sees your face start to morph into understanding, or whenever you get a question right, he gives you a blinding grin, like he’s genuinely so happy that you’re learning from him. It’s so cute that you stumble over your words the first few times it happens, your fingers twitching as you imagine reaching across the table and pinching his squishy cheeks. He doesn’t seem to get why you stammer though, instead encouraging you by leaning in closer, murmuring little words of praise about how you’re “so close” or “on the right track”. He’s so sweet that you almost feel gross finding him cute, but also, you’re human, and you don’t think anyone else would be fairing any better than you are when they’re sitting across from Han Jisung.
You start seeing him around campus more now that you’ve met him. You see him tucked into the same worn booth at the student union every morning when you’re going to get your coffee, computer already open and an absurd amount of open notebooks sprawled across the table. You see him in your psychology lecture as you walk down to your seat in the lecture hall, and when he catches your eye, you make sure to give him a little wave and a smile. His contact name changes from “Gen Chem” to “Han Jisung” to just “Jisung”, and he’s pinned at the top of your messages before you even really realize it. You see him walking with the same boy all of the time, who you later find out during one of your sessions is his roommate, Minho, the tutor that the desk girl told you was “mean”. You relay this information and he laughs, warm and open, eyes crinkling in a way that makes you want to kiss where the skin bends and folds.
“Sounds about right,” he had responded, snorting and shaking his head, “I love my hyung, but he actually is kind of mean sometimes. He means it in a good way, though!”
Now, with finals right around the corner and a cheer competition somehow every single weekend, you were running on empty. You looked forward to your sessions with Jisung, but you could tell by the worried crease between his eyes that he could tell you were running on fumes at this point. He had even insisted that you don’t even pay him your last session, voice genuine and earnest.
“I don’t think you can really be mean in a ‘good way’, Sung,” you had responded, skeptical, “Though if he’s your friend, then he’s my friend too, I suppose. I’m not sorry that I chose you over him.”
“You chose me?” he had said, cheeks dusting pink, and you had to try to hide your flush when you told him yes.
“You’re not even awake enough to remember anything we talked about today,” he had reprimanded gently, “No use charging you if you didn’t actually learn. You need to learn a better sleep schedule.”
“Says you.”
“Hey!”
Things always ended up like that with Jisung. It was just so easy to talk to him, to be around him. He’s not what people would think your “type” would be, not the athletic, jock type who you could be arm candy for. You don’t quite know when he became your favorite person, but you know for a fact that he is. Your friends had started to notice the way your eyes would drift when you’d be walking around campus, looking for the familiar shape of him hunched over his computer or the way his too-big hoodies draped over his frame.
“Looking for someone?” your friend had asked you the other day, voice teasing.
“No.” you had responded defensively, and she had just sent you a look.
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
You had huffed and diverted the conversation, but it stuck with you. You had been sure when you had seen Han, that your attraction to him was surface level, and it would stay as such. But the more time you spent with him, the more it stuck with you that this might actually be something real this time.
And that scared you shitless.
That’s why you were at this shitty party in the first place. It’s a Saturday night, your cheer team had gotten back ripe at 5 o’clock this very morning after a Friday night showcase, and you were ready to get plastered, throw yourself at the nearest semi-attractive guy, and pray that you don’t accidentally moan out Jisung’s name instead of his when you drag him into one of the empty bedrooms in this giant house.
You weren’t even sure who’s house this was, but whoever owned this place was loaded. A spiral staircase, a ridiculous chandelier, a loud rug in the main dining room (apparently there’s a second one, but you’ve yet to find it), and so much alcohol that the smell of it mixed with sweat almost made you nauseous. Had this been your first rodeo, it probably would have.
You’re wrapped up in something tiny, and while the walk up the winding road from the Uber had been freezing, the warmth radiating off of the sea of bodies in this opulent house was making the little number you had on well worth the twenty seconds of cold you had to endure. You like the way this outfit made you feel, and by the way you'd had more than a few appreciative eyes dragging over your body, you weren’t the only one who liked it. You press yourself into the makeshift dancefloor (complete with a shitty disco ball and all) and everything blurs together for a while. There’s lots of hands and bodies everywhere, and it takes you a while before you can even manage to keep yourself near enough to just one person to even consider who your target would be tonight.
The guy you’re making eyes at now, as the beat of the bass pulses through your veins, isn’t bad looking. In all honesty, you think he’s quite attractive - sharp cheekbones, pretty lips, hair somehow still looking soft despite being mixed with sweat - but for some reason, your body isn’t reacting. His eyes haven’t really looked at you, not really, too focused on the way the fabric of your too-short shirt stretches across the skin of your hips. It creeps up every time you twist just right, and you let yourself sink into the way he can’t look away when it does. And then his hands are on you, and he’s pulling you back, and you can feel the weight of his hard-on through his jeans, pressing right into the seam of your ass, and-
And you’re wrangling yourself out of his grasp, feet carrying you away before you can stop yourself.
Turn back, turn back, turn back turn back turn back! you scream at yourself internally, but that nauseous feeling is back in your stomach, and it has nothing to do with the two very tiny sips of alcohol you had out of your friend’s cup earlier. You pass her now as you press your way to the bathroom, certain that you’re going to throw up for some god forsaken reason - well, you know the reason, but you’re not willing to admit that to yourself just yet. Because you would never be able to let yourself live down the fact that you were feeling sick to your stomach because the boy you were grinding against on the dance floor wasn’t in a stupid baggy hoodie and dumb glasses, and didn’t have the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen-
You kick whatever couple was making out in there out of the bathroom, and they have the decency to look at least a little embarrassed at being walked in on. The sight of them makes you feel sick all over again, and you think the one sees it on their face, because they send you a slightly concerned look as they drag their partner off into the crowd by the wrist. You realize vaguely that this is the friend of one of the girls on the cheer team with you, that she could alert your friend of your rightfully concerning state, that she could be the downfall of your facade to hold it together.
No matter. You were alone now, in this huge bathroom that had two sinks, a tub, and a walk-in shower that was almost the size of your entire room. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and inhale, a quiet sound. Your eyes are wild, your hands are shaking, and your lower lip is swollen from how much you’ve been biting it.
“Fuck, okay,” you murmur, taking a few deep inhales as you stare at yourself, “Get it together. Get it together, won’t you?”
You slap your cheeks twice, shake your head violently, and turn on your heel to leave the too-big bathroom that made you feel like you were suffocating. It was a shoebox and a mansion all at once, and you had to be out of it.
You duck and weave through bodies, feeling the splash of alcohol on your skin as a particularly drunk girl from your team tips her cup on your arm as she tries to say hello. You give her a tight-lipped smile and keep moving, legs carrying you all the way to the beautiful barn doors that lead to the back door. Your fingers come to slide it open, to escape, when you hear it.
The unmistakable sound of Han Jisung’s laugh, bright and loud. Everything else becomes white noise, a blur of greyness and nothingness, as you spun around to search for the source of it. You think for a moment that you’re really just so pathetic that you’re hallucinating him right now, but then as you complete a second full spin, your eyes catch him.
You know why you didn’t see him the first time - he’s wearing something that you’ve never seen him in before. He has a tight black shirt on, the way it stretches and ripples across his chest and biceps making it look like a compression shirt. His usual black sweatpants that he admitted hadn’t seen a washing machine in nearly two weeks had been replaced with a nice pair of washed jeans, a boring black belt slipped through the loops. His fingers are dancing on a red solo cup, which is filled way too high for a guy who looks like he’s been here since the party started. You catch the peek of what looks to be a tattoo peeking out the dip of the neck of his shirt, and your head spins again, but from something else, this time.
And suddenly he’s moving, striding over to you in clumsy little steps. He bumps into someone and you watch his mouth form a million apologies at once, head bowing and bobbing frantically as the other person waves him off.
Because damn, how did you not know that Jisung had a sleeper build? If you were actually drunk you would have been literally drooling all over the place at seeing him like this. Even now, he still has that familiar shape of anxiety and nerves, his glasses still perched on the slope of his nose, and it makes you even more endeared to him. The first rush of genuine attraction slips into your veins without your permission, and you think about going outside again, about avoiding the center of the problem standing right in front of you, but you’re not fast enough, because Han’s eyes have already peeled away from whoever he’s talking to and found yours.
It’s like you short-circuited. You feel like a stupid teenager, the blush crawling down your cheeks and spreading into your neck at an incredibly more embarrassing speed than it ever has before. He smiles at you, all toothy and sweet, waving at you enthusiastically. You can barely kickstart your brain enough to get your hand to move and wave back, every movement feeling like you’re dragging your body through molasses.
“Hey!! Didn’t think I would see you here,” he says, nose crinkling as he grins in a way that makes you want to sink your teeth into him and bite, “Didn’t you have a competition?”
You catch the way his eyes slip off your face for a second, dropping down to the swell of your chest and the skin of your thighs peeking out below your shorts, the way it makes his eyes get a little hazy and his cheeks get a little pink. You’re so focused on his face, on watching him watch you, that you almost jump when his eyes jump back to yours, concern swirling in his irises.
“You okay? Hello, this is Han Jisung, calling from Earth-”
You let out a snort before you can choke it back, the sound dissolving into a helpless (and embarrassed) giggle. He gives you that sheepish, warm smile he always does, that little edge of disbelief still sitting in the shape of his face, like he’s surprised you think he’s funny.
“‘m fine,” you hum, leaning closer to him to ‘talk’ so that you can smell the faint cologne clinging to the collar of his shirt, “It’s just loud in here. A little overwhelming, you know? And comp was last night, we got back this morning.”
“And the first place you wanted to be was a shitty house party, of course,” he teases, eyes crinkling at the corners when you roll your eyes at him, “Seriously, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep?”
“Shouldn’t a nerd like you be studying?” you bite back, though there’s no real venom in your tone. “Finals are coming up, you know.”
“Minho-” he nods his head back to the conversation he ditched, who is staring at the two of you with a kind of burning intensity you can’t place “-insisted I get out tonight. Said something about one last hurrah, and also threatened to air fry my textbooks so…I had no choice, really.”
“Mean in a good way,” you hum, sticking your tongue out at this Minho character, “I see the vision now.”
“Did you just-” he laughs, real and genuine, the kind of laugh that always made your whole body feel like it was made of bugs.
“He’s never going to let that go.”
“Good,” you say, though the thump of the bass picks up, and you’re barely able to hear your own voice anymore, “Gotta start off on the right foot.”
You can see him laugh, but you can’t really hear it anymore, all of the sound in the room swirling into some sort of evil cacophony. Han must catch the way you wince, because he lights up, grabbing your wrist without a second thought and dragging you off towards the insane spiral staircase. He yells something back to you, drink sloshing in his hand, but you’re too distracted by the noise of the room (and the way that the punch is trickling over his long, thick fingers) to actually hear whatever he was trying to tell you.
The two of you trip up the stairs, bumping into couples pressed against the banister and people just trying to get away from some of the sound. You think you apologize, but everything is fuzzy, the only thing in focus is the stupid cute boy in front of you, whose fingers feel warm and nice against your wrist. He takes a sharp left at the top of the stairs, then a sharp right, and then he’s pulling open doors and guiding you up another set of stairs, and by the time you get to wherever he’s taking you, you’re lost.
“Ta-da!” he says triumphantly, pulling you into something that looks like a bedroom.
You just raise an eyebrow at him, and he pouts, letting you go to bolt off further into the room. You slip into the room fully, sliding the door closed behind you gently as you take in the room you’re in.
You peek your head out the window to find an expanse of strangely flat roof, and an extremely proud looking Jisung perched on it.
It’s yet another opulent room, the kind that looks like no one’s touched it in years but a maid, complete with a giant queen sized canopy bed and a bookshelf full of books that look like they might turn to dust if you touch them.
“C’mere!” you hear Jisung call out, and your eyes are drawn to the window in front of you, curtains now billowing, and you realize with startling clarity that Jisung must have climbed out the window, because he’s no longer in the room with you. His voice is a little muffled, but you’re drawn to it anyways.
“Found such a cool spot earlier,” he says, starting to ramble, “And I thought of you right away-I mean-I thought you would like it! Yeah, because you talked about it once. Wanting to see the stars, I mean. You said you wanted to go stargazing? And I know this party isn’t ideal, but uh-well…I just thought maybe you’d still want to see? With me? If that’s okay??”
You’ve climbed your way out the window by the time he stops rambling, cheeks flushed and glasses slipping down his nose as he looks at you with those big boba eyes of his. Well, looks past you - he can’t seem to make eye contact with you right now, not after his little outburst. In a moment of boldness and perhaps stupidity, you reach out and press a finger to the bridge of his glasses, sliding them back up into place for him. He gawks at you, hand clenching and unclenching at his side, and you have to pretend like you don’t want to jump his bones right this instant as you slide to sit on the roof next to him.
Neither of you say anything for a moment. You’re lost in the way the moonlight makes him look like he’s glowing, in the way he can’t seem to stop himself from looking at you back. You’re close - too close, shoulders brushing and breath mixing together between you. You will yourself to say something, to say anything, but the words get caught in your throat, stuck and tangled there. You feel sick again, but not like you did before. You think the only cure to the swirling in your gut would be to feel Jisung’s lips against yours.
He makes a choked sound in his throat when you lean closer, your eyes dropping to his lips and then dragging up the flush of his cheeks and the curve of his nose to meet his eyes again. His lower lip catches between his teeth, and your tongue flicks out subconsciously, licking your lips as you watch him.
“Can I?” you hum, the way your voice breaks giving away your desperation.
He nods once, solemnly, shiny eyes pleading you to close the gap. His fingers tentatively dance across the cold roof below you, until they’re brushing against yours. You close the gap, sliding your hand on top of his, and lean in again, closer and closer. You stop just short of his lips, noses brushing. You can faintly smell the dull edge of alcohol on his breath and sweat on his skin, mixed with the hint of that dull cologne you caught earlier, but you don’t press in yet, revelling in the way his eyes slipped closed already.
“Words, Sungie.” You murmur, and he shivers when the breath of your words brushes his skin.
“Please.”
That’s all the confirmation you need to close the gap, and god, it’s everything you ever wanted. Out here, under the glow of the stars dotting the sky, there was nothing but the two of you. His lips are nervous against yours, his hand twitching under yours when you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He whimpers and it makes you press closer to him, knee brushing his. You only pull away from him to part for air, a quick inhale just to satiate your screaming lungs before you dive back in to kiss him senseless all over again.
He tastes like the shitty punch downstairs and the hint of something sweet, the lip balm on his lips tasting faintly of strawberries when you sweep your tongue across it. The longer you kiss, the more confident he seems to get against you, nerves melting into something needier as he presses back into you with just as much fervour as you’re giving him. When your tongue comes to swipe at his lips again he lets them part, lets your tongue explore the expanse of his mouth and tangle with his tongue. His tongue peeks into your mouth, experimental, and you let him guide the kiss. He’s not good, necessarily, movements clunky and nervous, but he’s so eager that it sends a spike of heat through you anyways, warmth pooling in your abdomen. You can feel the way your arousal is starting to seep out of you, the way your underwear starts to feel a little damp through your tiny shorts.
When the two of you pull away from each other you’re sure you’re a mess. Your lips feel swollen and raw, and your skin feels like it's on fire, despite the nip of cold air on the roof.
“Wow.” He says, breathless, the word tumbling out of his mouth without his permission.
You just lean forward to press your forehead to his, equally breathless, a swirl of emotions you aren’t willing to name yet sitting heavy in your stomach. He leans in too, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, pressed against each other under the stars. Your fingers are still warm on top of his, and you squeeze, just once, and he presses a little harder into you.
You pull away only to look at him, studying his face quietly in the glow of the aftermath. He won’t really look at you, eyes searching the area around your face but never looking right at you. You bring your free hand up to grab at his chin gently, guiding his face to look at you.
“God, you’re perfect,” you say, words slipping out before your brain can stop them, “Thank you.”
“Thank-thank me?” He looks at you, incredulous. “You just-you-I can’t even form sentences right now! You’re so-” he motions wildly with his hands, eyes wide and glassy “-you know?”
“Right,” you say, a laughing edge to your tone, “And I’ll take being-” you let go of his face to mimic his motions “-if you keep being perfect.”
He flushes a pretty pink, mouth curling at the corners into a shy sort of smile. You lean forward to kiss it, a quick, chaste kiss to each corner before you press a longer, lingering kiss right to the center of his mouth. He leans in as you lean away, chasing your mouth, until he’s swallowed your lips in another kiss. He kisses you like he can’t believe you’re real, like you might just disappear if he lets you get away from him for even a second. The kisses twist into something hot again, desperation lingering in every swipe of the tongue and scrape of teeth, and you force yourself to pull away before you start pawing at his pants out here in the open.
“Not out here,” you pant out, lips red and glossy from a mix of his spit and yours, “Back inside?”
“You want-with me?” You send him a look, and he scrambles up, nodding. “Okay. Okay. Inside. Yeah, let’s-here, I’ll go in first, help you through! I’m a real gentleman, you know-”
“Yeah?” You cut him off before his cute rambling makes you leak through your shorts, too, “Do all the ladies call you that?”
“Hopefully uhm-hopefully just you!” He squeaks out, before practically catapulting himself back into the house through the window.
You hear a faint “ow!” followed by the shuffle of limbs, and Jisung is peeking back out the window at you, glasses skewed on his face and hair a little messier than before. You do your best not to laugh at him and accept the hand that he offers you, slipping back into the room with far more grace and ease than he did.
The air is thick with words unspoken, with what ifs and maybes that you don’t think you’re ready to address yet. Instead, you slip your top off, tossing it onto the thick armchair in the corner of the giant room (who needs an armchair in their bedroom??). Han visibly short circuits, mouth agape and opening and closing uselessly as he drinks you in. His eyes are greedy, dragging over every square inch of your exposed skin until you’re shifting in place, nervous.
“You too,” you say, sudden shyness clinging to the edges of your words, “I want to see you.”
“I-you-okay!” He squeaks, yanking the hem of his shirt out of where it’s tucked into his jeans.
He clumsily pulls the top over his head, the collar catching his glasses and leaving them dangling off one of his ears. He tosses his shirt to sit with yours on the armchair, and when he goes to take off his glasses, you glide over, grabbing his wrist and stopping him.
“Leave them on.”
You don’t elaborate, and he doesn’t need you to. The way his ears burn red and his mouth parts into a little ‘o’ tells you all you need to know. You let your fingers brush his cheek as you use both hands to fix the glasses on his face, letting out a content hum when they’re sitting on his nose just right again.
You watch his face as you let your hands drop from his face, fingers splaying across his broad shoulders. When he whimpers, high and needy and in the back of his throat, as your touch gets firmer, more explorative, you let yourself continue your path downwards. The muscles under his skin are solid, tensing and rippling when he shifts to press into your touch. The room is quiet, sans the sound of your breathing and his little noises when you brush a sensitive patch of skin. The junction where shoulder meets neck is particularly sensitive, and you make sure to run a light touch over that spot just to watch him jump and whine.
Of all the people you would have expected to have secret tattoos, Han Jisung was not one of them, but you’re damn grateful he has them. The piece that spreads out in dark ink across his upper right chest and shoulder is calling your name, and you first let your fingers drag across it before leaning forward and tracing the lettering with your tongue. His head falls back when your tongue makes contact with his skin, but his eyes stay open, laser-focused on your every move. His hands still hang uselessly by his side, digging into the fabric of his jeans when your teasing touch is just a bit too much.
“When did you get these?” you say against his skin, the hum of your voice in his body sending a jolt of heat through him.
He tries to answer, he really does, but when one of your hands drops and starts tracing the letters that run up his side, it’s like he’s forgotten how to. A mix between a moan and a choked word tumbles out of his mouth when you let your nails lightly drag over it, goosebumps raising on his skin everywhere you touch.
You pinch his side and bite right into the compass on his chest, faux glaring up at him. “C’mon, Ji, when’d you get these?”
“I don’t-hrk! Don’t remember,” he huffs out, head lolling, “Maybe, maybe five or-hah-five or s-six months-oooh, sh-shit-ago?”
“Y-yeah? You think so?” He says, heat dusting his neck and upper chest a light pink.
You hum appreciatively against his skin.
“Looks good on you,” you say, pressing a kind kiss to the place you bit, which now holds the indents of your teeth on it, “Makes you even hotter.”
You hum again, an affirmative sound, before your fingers teasing the tattoo on his side slide to his belt buckle. You don’t fiddle with it yet, just let your fingers rest there, sending him a questioning look.
“Can I?”
“Yeah, yeah, yes, of course?? Duh?? Go ahead, do whatever you want, you’re so unreal-mmph!”
You cut him off with an amused kiss, a little disappointed in yourself that you’re somehow even more turned on by his rambling, but you let it slide. Your fingers focus on undoing his belt for now, the buckle clinking gently as you wrestle it open. You don’t even bother pulling it from the belt loops, instead undoing the button at the top of his jeans and unzipping his fly. His hips buck up into your touch, barely there enough to have brushed where he needs you the most but enough for him to long for it. He whines when you pull away from him, eyes searching your face as you take a step back.
“Take those off and meet me on the bed, won’t you?” You say, a cool dominance sinking into your tone.
It’s not usually your style to take control like this, but there’s something very intoxicating and tempting about the idea of guiding Jisung through it, bending him to your whims and wants. He’s just so pliable, following your every direction like it’s gospel.
He nods frantically, mumbling something quietly to himself that almost sounds a little like a motivational speech to himself. You turn and slide yourself out of your too-small shorts and your underwear in one swoop, wincing when a sticky trail of arousal smears down your leg as you do. You don’t look back at him, partially because you already know he’s going to follow you, but also because you know whatever control you’re holding right now is going to break the second you get a good look at him, flushed and naked and ready for you.
You climb up onto the canopy bed with ease, wincing when a thin layer of dust puffs into the air when your weight sinks into it. You suppose it’s for the best that no one uses this bed after what the two of you are going to do on it, but it still makes you cough a little as you breathe it in.
Ignoring the scratch of the dust in your airways, you slide up until you’re on your back near the headboard, head pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed. Your hair splays out across the silky pillowcases, and only now do you allow yourself a proper look at Jisung. And you’re very glad you waited until you were seated, because you’re quite certain that your knees would’ve given out if you’d seen him still standing. Another gush of arousal seeps out of you, and your thighs try to twitch closed on their own.
He looks so good in the moonlight, all sharp edges and muscle. You don’t know how he ever hid himself from you before, the tension of skin over firm muscle hard to miss as he stumbles over to the bed. Between his legs lies his straining erection, bobbing with every step he takes, red and flushed and leaking almost as much as you are. You would be embarrassed for him if it wasn’t so hot to see how desperate he was for you. He wasn’t particularly long or thick, sitting somewhere in that average range, but the way it curved just slightly upwards made you drool a bit, knowing that he’s going to hit that sweet spot inside of you perfectly.
He hovers near the side of the bed hesitantly, fingers stretching through the air to reach towards you but stopping, hovering like he needed your permission to even touch. If you were less desperate yourself you might make him beg, but the idea of waiting any longer to have him on you wasn’t all that appealing, not when you’ve been picturing this moment in your head for the past few months.
“C’mere,” you motion, legs spreading wide to make room for him, “Need you, Sungie. Need you.”
You make sure to whine out the last word, dragging out the vowel in a way that had him biting his lip and dragging himself onto the mattress with you. He settles between your legs, fingers just brushing the skin of your hips, before he looks up at you again for permission. You huff, exasperated with his hesitance, linking your legs behind his back and dragging him forward until his arousal is pressed right against yours. The contact is so delicious that it has you throwing your head back and him falling forward, hands coming to catch himself on either side of your head. His glasses are getting foggy around the edges now, the humidity of sweat and sex in the air enough to blur the glass. He lets out what you could only describe as a wail, hips rutting against you uncontrollably as he seeks more of that delicious friction.
His precum smears and mixes with yours, a hot mess coating both your entrance and his dick with the mixture of your arousals. He thinks this might just be how he dies, pressed against you in some random guy’s house. He thanks the lucky stars that Minho dragged him out here tonight as his tip catches the ring of your entrance, making both of you moan. The sound echoes off the walls, and your mouth falls open again when he presses down with more force, the pressure too much and somehow not enough.
“Sungie. Kiss me?” You moan out, hips bucking up to glide the two of you together.
He kisses you so hard your teeth clack together, but neither of you can care, not when everything feels so good, the thrum of pleasure burning hot through both of your veins. He’s loud, louder than you, and you try and swallow his sounds as best as you can. Not that anyone would find you out here, in this secluded corner of the house, but a sick little part of you wants these sounds to be yours and yours alone. Whatever this is will happen again - you’re going to make sure of it - and while you’re not ready to say it just yet, you want to be his just as much as you want him to be yours.
“Please, please, jagiya, can I? Can-hic! Can I put it in, please?” Jisung whines against your mouth, pace getting inconsistent as he ruts against you like an animal.
You nod against him, foreheads pressing together as he looks down, trying to guide the buck of his hips to slip his cock into your waiting entrance. But everything’s too wet, the mess of your arousals making everything too slippery, and Jisung whines, bucking more frantically now.
You let out a broken sound when his tip catches your entrance and shlicks back up, your tightness too much for his cock to slide in without some guidance. And you want to be patient, to let him try, but you can’t do it anymore. You need him so bad that every bit of your judgement is clouded, the only conscious drive left in your brain telling you that you needed his cock to stretch you open now.
Your legs lock around him once again, and before he can even open his mouth to question you, you’re using your body weight to throw him sideways, effectively flipping your positions. You land on top of him, arousal pressed directly on top of his aching cock in a way that has his hips arching off the bed into you.
You lift your own hips just enough to reach a hand down to grab at his member, guiding his tip to your entrance. You hold the base as you sink, slow and teasingly at first, entrance only swallowing the tip. You hover there for a moment, only the fat head of his cock inside of you, and let your walls flutter around him, revelling in the way it makes his head fall back and his mouth fall open.
“Jagiya.” He sobs, and then your name, and then useless babbles when you slam down, taking him all the way to the base.
It knocks the air out of you, the curve of him pressing directly into that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Your vision spins for a second, fireworks exploding behind your eyes, and you have to press a hand to his chest to steady yourself. The muscle under your fingers twitch, and you can feel the rapid drum of his heartbeat against your fingertips, making you clench down around him.
“Ohmygod,” he sobs, eyes rolling back, cock twitching and swelling inside of you, “You feel-oh my god. I can’t-can’t, I’m gonna. Can I? Please please please, can I?”
“Already?” you tease, though the breathiness in your voice reveals just how close you already feel, too. “As long as you let me keep using you-ooooh, fuck-using you to get off, you can come whenever you want. Wanna feel you filling me up nice and full.”
He hiccups at that, glasses fully foggy on his face now, barely sitting on the tip of his nose. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, and his fingers are digging into the sheets below you with so much strength you fear they might rip. While you sit for a moment and adjust to the way he stretches you open, you lift your hand off his chest and use both hands to guide his to sit on the meat of your hips. They don’t do anything at first, just rest, warm and hot against your skin, but when you clench again, they dig deep into your skin, hard enough that you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow.
The idea of his mark on your skin makes you giddy, and it’s what gets you to start bouncing, slowly at first, letting him really feel the slide of your walls around him. He groans, the sound tearing out of him from somewhere deep and low in his chest, almost animalistic. You’re already feeling the coil inside of you starting to wind tight, so worked up already from all of the build-up that you’re not sure you’re going to last long enough to really use him after his orgasm.
That’s what you thought, but with a silent scream, Jisung is coming, warm spurts of cum filling you up. He comes so much, still twitching and leaking into you as you continue your pace, desperate to get yourself off now, too.
“It’s too much,” he sobs, hiccuping and digging his fingers into your hips to try and pry you off of his sensitive cock, “Too much! Can’t, I can’t, it hurts, please-”
“You told me-hngh-you told me you could take it,” you respond, hips picking up their pace, his arms too weak right now to get you off of him, “So you’re going to. I’m gonna come all around your cock, okay? So take it like a good boy, fuck, that’s it, that’s-hah-that’s the spot. Just-hrk! Jus’ sit still and look pretty, there you go jagi.”
You shut up before your words become totally incoherent, simply letting your pleasure morph into whimpers and moans as you roll your hips in a circle, dragging his cock, still hard inside of you (you’re not sure he ever went down), against that spot inside of you again and again and again. This is no longer about him, about the two of you, it’s about using him like a human dildo and getting yourself off.
There’s fat tears rolling down his cheeks now, drool slipping out the corner of his swollen lips, and you reach a thumb up to wipe away the tears, cooing when his head tilts to press into your touch. The way his whole body just gives in to you, his willingness to let you keep pushing him past overstimulation, is enough to make you tip over the edge.
“I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come, Jisung!”
With a shout of his name on your tongue you let go, gushing around his length and soaking his dick and his thighs with your come. His eyes roll back as you do, and if you were any more present in the moment, you would feel the weak twitch of him inside of you as he comes a second time. You think you black out for a second, falling forward to press your face into the curve of his shoulder. You sink your teeth in as your high rolls through you, the shockwaves almost too much, as he grinds up into you to work you through it. You’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, until the sting of overstimulation starts to creep up your spine and you have to press his hips into the bed with your weight to keep him from continuing.
You slide off of him, both of you hissing as his soft cock slides out of you, along with a slick mixture of both of your cum. Your legs feel like jello, and it takes far more effort than you would like to admit to lie down next to him. He rolls over into you once you do, shifting so that his face presses into your chest. Your arms come to drape around him automatically, one hand reaching to run through his hair and the other running soothing circles into his back.
“Thank you.” He says, after a while of comfortable silence. “For this, I mean. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” you huff, poking at the muscles in his back, “You’re not some charity case.”
“Well I’m me, and you’re, well…you’re you,” he says, like that explains everything, “I don’t-guys like me don’t get chances with people like you.”
“What, hot, sexy nerds who have a good dick game don’t want to sleep with people like me? I see how it is.” You tease, though there’s a sharp edge to your words. “Be so for real, Sungie. I should be thanking you.”
He buries his face into your chest, mumbling something about how “unfair” you are, and you just laugh, bending your head to press a kiss to the crown of his head.
“We should probably get moving,” you say, trying to break the tension that’s building in your chest, “I’m not sleeping in this freak ass house. I can’t do it.”
“We can go back to mine!” Jisung offers, and then flushes when your head snaps to look at him, “I mean. If you want to? Minho and I have separate rooms, and oh my god, this was just a hook up, wasn’t it?? Sorry, you uh-I can just-”
He detangles himself from you, trying to slide off the mattress, avoiding eye contact with you as he continues to ramble, so quietly that you can’t actually hear what he’s saying.
“Jisung.” you say, firm and sharp, grabbing his wrist before he can get any further.
He glances back at you, the hint of something hopeful in his eyes.
“I’d love to.”
And if you stick your tongue out at Minho again as the two of you limp out of the party, well, no one would be the wiser.
I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated ♡
LOVE LETTER — 001: "You said to knock, but curiosity is a terrible thing to fight."
TEARS RUN DOWN MY THIGHS !
Or: Han jisung buys a new toy, decides to use said toy, but has no idea that his roommate will be coming home early which leads to.... problems.
Fic includes: nerd!sung, smut, sub!han, toy usage, overstim, fem!reader, dubcon (if you squint maybe..), subspace, swearing, han jisung is LOUD and rambly, oral (m receiving), reader helps jisung jerk off, usage of "baby," (directed at Jisung), mommy kink, roommates to lovers(?)
Wc: 2.9k (Wowie!!)
Jiji notes: this is my first ever fic yippee!! This is inspired by one chinese post I saw on twitter HAHAHA so big credit to them. Reblogs, comments, and likes are very well-appreciated. Enjoy reading !!
To say Han Jisung was excited would be the understatement of the century.
After the most brutal couple of weeks he'd had at university, he thought he deserved a little treat for himself. Between tutoring his juniors, submitting requirements on time, acing tests and surprise quizzes, and—most importantly—finishing that godforsaken coding sheet Chan wanted for a robotics competition, he'd earned it.
Point is, Han Jisung was tired.
He also hadn't had much time to indulge himself lately, especially since you'd become his roommate.
Now, don't get him wrong—you were helpful, funny, and always willing to listen to his ramblings about music production and beat-making and whatever became his favorite fixation at the moment. You'd even sit through entire anime marathons with him.
But, God, you seriously needed to learn how to knock.
There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.
So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.
And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".
And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.
When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.
He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!
He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.
Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.
"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.
Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.
"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.
He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little
He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.
Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.
Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, “O-oh! Shit–! That's– haha that's pretty– hngk s-strong!” He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.
His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment
A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "F–fuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.
It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)
His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs
"O-oh my go–angh! Go-d!.. T-Too much–!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.
The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. “ 'm close– ngah! Gon–na c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically
But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "J–jeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.
"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.
You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!
"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listen— remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeah– guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.
And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.
Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.
His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.
Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and oh– he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.
“Sung? Sungie– Hey??? Are you listening?” He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.
“Jisung…? Did you just–” You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.
“ 'm s-sorry I'm sorry–" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "T–turn it o– ogkh–! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!” He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.
You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.
“hey, hey, sungie?” You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook “Hey… are you okay?” You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling
Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you away—his hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.
“Nghk–! Too much!” He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.
Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.
You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.”
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock
You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Please—fuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinning…” Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.
Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fast—much easier with his previous two orgasms—using his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.
"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.
He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stop—fuck, it's close! It's coming—" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists “gonna cum– mommy please I'm gonna— gonna cum—” loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.
And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.
He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.
His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.
You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.
He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.
As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.
He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and then—horrifyingly—the memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.
"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.”
@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon 💔💔 I hope you like it.. 😔😔 (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)
💌 With love, Cupioyennie | Credit to bpdspain for borders!
jisung is really such a sweetheart, begging you to let him cum after edging him for an hour.
“fuck, please,” he whined.
your hands paused on the base of his leaky cock. you smirked at the sight of him.
jisung’s face was flushed a soft pink, just like his cock, and his eyes were filled with tears. his lips formed a cute pout and his knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the sheets.
a chuckle left your lips, “do you really think you deserve to cum, jisungie?”
“yes, so bad—please,” he whimpered, hips bucking into your hand.
your hands resumed their earlier actions. one hand stroking the base of jisung’s cock and the other teasing the tip.
“fuckfuckfuck yes, so close—“ he moaned. his back arched off of the bed and his hands gripped the sheets tighter.
his cum painted your hands and the sheets, “good boy, jisungie.”
The bedroom is warm, dim, the heavy scent of detergent and clean sheets. Your bodies are completely tangled together, Jisung is curled on his side, his back pressed flush against your chest, one of your arms slung over his waist as you breathe in the sweet, familiar scent of his hair.
For a long time, there is nothing but the soft hum of the radiator. But then, Jisung stirs. He gives a quiet, sleepy sigh and tries to slowly, subtly slide out from under your arm, his foot tentatively reaching out of the warm covers.
You tighten your grip slightly, your sleep-heavy arm holding him close. "Where are you going, Hannie?" you mumble against the back of his neck, pressing a soft, dry kiss to his warm skin.
"Bathroom," he murmurs back, his voice thick with sleep. "I have to pee, baby. Let me go."
Instead of letting him slide away, you squeeze your arms a little tighter around his waist, pulling him back until there isn't a breath of space left between you. "No, stay," you coo softly, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. "You're too warm. Don't go."
A playful, teasing warmth blossoms in your chest, a sudden desire to push his boundaries. You drape one of your legs heavily over his thighs, pinning his legs together and locking him in place with the lazy, crushing weight of your body.
"Did I say you could get up, Hannie?" you whisper, your voice dropping into a soft, commanding coo.
"Please," Jisung whimpers, his voice cracking as he tries to subtly shift his weight away from you again, testing the heavy, solid boundaries of your hold. "Please, let me get up. Just... just five minutes. I really can't hold it if you're laying on me."
"Then you’ll just have to try your hardest," you murmur, leaning forward to press a slow, lingering kiss to his warm, bare shoulder, inhaling the comforting scent of his skin.
Jisung lets out a weak, shuddering breath, his head dropping back against your chest as he realizes he isn't going anywhere. The heavy drape of your thigh over his legs keeps him completely pinned, and every small, desperate tilt of his hips to find a comfortable angle only presses his lower stomach harder against your firm thighs.
"See? Isn't this nice?" you coo in his ear, your hand slowly sliding down his chest, tracing the soft line of his ribs. "Just stay right here. Let me distract you."
You press a series of slow, lazy kisses along the curve of his neck, your lips lingering over his pulse point. He tries to focus on the sweet, warm affection, but his body is fighting a losing battle. Your hand continues its downward path, slipping past the waistband of his soft boxers to rest flat against the tight, rounded heat of his lower abdomen.
He gasps, his entire body jerking slightly at the sudden contact. "Ah- baby, don't, please... it's too much," he whines, his fingers blindly reaching back to claw at your hip, his knuckles turning white as he tries to pull your hand away.
"Shh, easy, Hannie. Just relax for me," you whisper, pressing a firm, deliberate bit of pressure with your palm right against his full bladder.
A high-pitched, desperate sob escapes his throat, his legs locked tight beneath yours as he squirm helplessly. But the sweet friction of your hand and the overwhelming intimacy of being held so close starts to betray him. You feel the sudden, thick heat of him stirring against your thigh, his body growing warm and heavy with arousal.
You let out a soft, delighted hum against his skin, sliding your hand lower until your fingers wrap around his growing length.
"Look at you," you tease gently, your voice dropping into a sweet, degrading coo. "Getting so pretty and hard for me when you're this desperate. But you know what happens when you get horny, don't you, baby? It'll just make it hurt worse."
True to your words, you begin to stroke him, your hand sliding up and down his slick, sensitive length with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Jisung lets out a fractured whine, his head thrashing against your shoulder. The swelling heat of his erection only tightens the muscles in his lower belly, pinching his bladder and making the urge to cum and empty himself flare.
"Ah! Baby, stop, please, I'm gonna- I'm gonna leak," he cries out, his hips twitching forward in a desperate attempt to escape the sweet torment of your palm.
"Let it leak, Hannie," you whisper back, reaching over to the bedside table with your free hand to grab the bottle of lube. The quiet click of the cap makes his shoulders bunch with instant anticipation.
You squeeze a generous amount of the cool gel onto your fingers, the chill making him shiver violently as you press them against his puckered, trembling entrance. "You're already so tight. Let's see how much more you can take."
You slide your first finger inside him.
Jisung screams into the quiet room as his body clamps down around you. He is so incredibly sensitive from the pressure of his bladder, and the sudden intrusion of your finger stretches him to his absolute limit. Before he can even catch his breath, you add a second finger, slick with lube, parting him easily and beginning to search.
You find his prostate almost instantly, already highly sensitive. But because his bladder is so desperately full, his prostate is pushed right against it. The moment your fingers hook upward, pressing firmly against that sweet spot, you are simultaneously crushing his bladder from the inside.
"Oh god! No, no, please!" Jisung sobs, his entire body going rigid. His legs lock together beneath yours as a wave of pure physical panic washes over him. The sensation is blinding, hitting his prostate sends a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core, but it instantly triggers the overwhelming, explosive urge to pee. He is caught in a vice grip of sheer sensory overload. "I can't- I'm gonna wet the bed, I'm gonna pee on you, please let me go-"
"Do it," you command, your voice dropping into a low, fiercely encouraging purr as you drive your fingers deeper, curling them ruthlessly against his prostate. "Make a mess for me, Hannie. I want to see you completely ruin these sheets."
"N-no, I can't, it's dirty-"
"It's perfect," you coo, picking up the pace, your fingers fucking him with a relentless, shallow friction that hits his sweet spot over and over. Your other hand wraps back around his hard, leaking length, stroking him in perfect sync with your fingers. "Show me how dirty you can be, baby. Let it go, let me see you make a mess."
With a desperate, choked cry, his erection twitches violently in your grip. Thick, white ropes of cum paint his own lower stomach and splash against your fingers as his body is wracked by the intense, blinding spasms of his release. But the sheer force of the climax completely drains him. The clenching, involuntary contractions of his orgasm act as the final blow to his physical endurance, his muscles give out and with it his ability to hold back.
"Look at you, Hannie... oh, sweet boy," you coo softly, keeping your fingers buried deep inside him to feel every lingering, trembling pulse of his surrender. "You came so pretty for me."
A heavy, soaking wave of scalding heat spills out between his thighs, instantly drenching his boxers, your hand, and the soft sheets beneath you. The sudden emptying of his bladder, his internal walls clenching in desperate spasms around your fingers as the pressure finally dissolves.
"You couldn't even help it, could you? Your poor little body is just so weak and needy."
"Look at how wet you made us," you tease gently, pressing your lips to his sweat-slicked ear. "So helpless. You're just a sweet, dirty little boy who can't even hold his pee when he gets fucked, hm?"
Jisung whimpers, a weak, embarrassed sound as he tries to hide his face in his hands. "Baby, please... I'm sorry... "
You slowly ease your slick fingers out of him, letting out a hum of absolute satisfaction. You wrap both of your arms tightly around his waist, pulling his trembling, damp body flush against your chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't be sorry, sweet boy," you whisper reassuringly, rubbing soothing, flat circles against his lower back. "We can wash the sheets. You did so well for me. Just breathe. I've got you."
He lets out a long, shaky sigh, slowly turning his head to press his nose against your neck, his arms wrapping weakly around your shoulder as he finally sinks into the absolute, warm safety of your embrace.
"We do need to get up to change the sheets though."
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han x reader x fem!minho SMUT. warnings: bisexuality, girl x boy x girl, fingering, masturbation, riding, piv, face riding, oral (both receiving), edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dom!minho, sub!reader and sub!han, scissoring, strap usage, deep throating
thoughts, man. thoughts.
thoughts of dating both han and minho, and minho making it her personal job to bully the both of you.
minho whose mouth never leaves yours as she puts on a display for jisung when he gets home. her fingers deeply stuffed inside your sweet pussy, your wetness trailing down her wrist from her mistreatment. swallowing each of your moans and whimpers, tongue fucking the back of your throat.
jisung who walks into the room with wide eyes, mouth agape and boner straining his pants instantly at the scene before him. a shudder courses through him when you whine his name over minho's shoulder, nails clawing at her shirt, hips bucking unto her touch.
jisung who jerks off to the sight of minho rubbing her clit on yours, leg drapped on her shoulder as she grinds on your poor, sensitive cunt! her gaze fixed on jisung the whole time, his fist pathetically rubbing his aching cock, thumb running over his leaking tip, smearing and wetting his cock.
minho who fucks you down on jisung's cock, ignoring your pleas and begs of overstimulation. hushing you by grabbing the back of your heads and colliding your lips with jisung's. the kiss is so fucking messy, all tongue and open mouthed, saliva pooling past your chins, tongue intertwining with each other's.
minho who grabs your hips, her firm grip controlling your pace. controlling how much pleasure you both deserve to receive. she rolls your hips on him just how he likes it. stopping your movement when he gets close, ordering him to hold it in. edging him. "i'm not done yet, ji. can't have any of you cumming, hm?"
minho who decides to shut jisung the fuck up by sitting on his face, feeding him pussy to the point of forgetting his cries. till he's moaning and writhing underneath to catch a breath, not giving him the chance to. she knows he loves it. loves hearing the wet smacking sounds of you bouncing on him while she kisses you. trailing her lips to your neck, sucking harsh bruises on your delicate skin.
minho who loves it when jisung gets a little jealous when you leave him out, giving you the sole attention by eating your pussy like a starved woman and making him watch. tongue lapping at your cute clit. hollowing her cheeks around your pussy, sucking in all of your juices when you gush all over her face.
jisung who whines about wanting a taste too! what has he even done to get tortured like this—?! waves of relief washing over him when minho gives in to his never-ending whining, deciding to show mercy by letting you deepthroat him while she fucks you from behind with her strap. holding your head, nails grazing your scalp as you feel jisung burried till the tilt of your throat. eyes watering and mouth gagging, but minho doesn't care to let you breathe, she knows your body more than you do. knows what your limits are when your nose hits the trail of hair on jisung's pubic bone. finally lifting you up only to snatch the air out of your lungs when she thrusts in, unforgiving with her erratic pace, determined to have you crying by the end of the night.
pairing: jisung x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: switch!jisung, switch!reader, established relationship, A LOT of teasing, hair pulling, dirty talk, face slapping (j. receiving), ass slapping (f. receiving), begging, a bit of degrading, oral (f. receiving), cockwarming, edging (f. receiving), creampie
a/n: reupload. old blog got suspended!
he’s been begging you to sit in his lap, while he works, all the time. but for some reason you’ve always declined, saying you don’t want to distract him. today is no different.
“jagi, please. i just want to feel you.”
the request stems from his constant need for the feel of you. no matter where and how. jisung claims, that it will help him focus better, but you hardly believe so.
“please, please, please,” he whines, pointing at the monitor. “chan is gonna kill me, if i won’t finish this by tomorrow.”
you sigh. "we're not having sex."
"we're not.” he raises his hands in surrender, agreeing with the wicked smile.
how can you not give in on this, when your boyfriend is begging with his doe eyes? even if he is bluffing, you can’t resist any longer.
you hop in jisung’s lap. legs parted and crotch resting on top of this as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle his cheek.
he murmurs a sweet "i love you", as a thank you.
you hear him start typing something on the keyboard. moments later jisung puts his headphones on and begins to work. you rest your head on his shoulder. the rhythmic sound of keyboard and mouse clicking almost puts you to sleep.
until it wakes you up. you definitely fell asleep for some time, but now you can feel how jisung is shifting in his chair and breathing heavily. and not because of the work. you can tell he's gotten aroused. the bulge is pressing firmly against your pussy.
"we're not doing anything, ji. not until you finish this. you said it yourself, chan is gonna kill you.”
your head still rests on his shoulder, while you are playing with strands of his hair.
"i know but-" he sighs, obviously not content with the plan he's agreed upon. “can i just put it in? please? i won't move, i promise. i just... it's… i'll focus way better if we do that."
"jisung..." you sigh, pulling away to look him in the eye and silently scolding him.
"please? just a bit. you won't even feel me. i'll be completely still. please, jagi.”
"you are so stupid…”
however, you agree to this. the idea is too tempting to pass on. and so, you lift your hips up and move your panties to the side. at the same time, he rushes to pull his hard dick out of his pants, scared, that you’ll change your mind.
"ah, so warm, jagi." he exhales, once his cock is fully buried deep inside your cunt, free hand resting on your waist.
you're back with your head on his shoulder, pussy sometimes clenching around his dick just to mess with him.
"d-don't... do that. what… if i cum?"
"that'd be a shame," you say with a chuckle, the vibrations traveling through your body and making you clench some more.
it takes all of his might not to fuck into you and focus on his work instead.
you actually let him work for up until you become bored and messing with him again, making him squirm around.
"jagi, please," jisung moans, "just need to fuck you, i'm begging you.”
you respond, trying to hide a smirk on your face. "you said you need to work and you wanted to stay like this, just inside me, not fucking. that's exactly what we're doing right now."
he starts to move and thrust against you, but you hold him by his shoulders, looking into his eyes warningly. jisung lets out a loud whine.
“jagi, please, please, i know you want this too. stop messing with me.” he nervously licks his lips, fingers carefully, as if there is a chance that you will not notice, circle on your hips. “i am sorry about what i said. but i really want you right now, please. just let me-“
you can’t hide your proud expression anymore. you just love seeing him like this - whining and begging under you. it takes you a lot of self-control, not to give in to his pleas quickly.
jisung runs his hand through his messy hair, as he promises. "i’ll be good, i am sorry! please, just fuck me.”
you look at him again. pouty lips that beg to be kissed, fucked up look on his face, eyes shuttering in lack of friction to his dick. jisung rests his hand back on your hip, continuing to draw circles on it in a silent request and looking as if he is going to burst out of his skin at the anticipation.
his words turned you on so much. when he is like this, stumbling over words and not able to get his point across, that makes your pussy throb.
finally, you slam your lips together, making jisung let out a loud whine. you can smell his perfume and shampoo. something that smells like cinnamon, but still so him.
jisung breathes heavily into the kiss, as you let your tongue into his mouth, pulling his hair softly with one hand. he whines again, hips just barely moving up. he won’t do anything until you say so. you know that but keep teasing him for a little bit longer. that fucked up look on his face is way too exciting.
“oh, look what you’ve got yourself into,” you say again. “so weak for my pussy, can’t even put your dick inside me, without begging me to fuck you.”
jisung just whines in response, unable to form a proper sentence.
you let your head stay close to his so that your wet lips are brushing against his teasingly. and it works - he looks like he is about to die if you don’t kiss him again.
his cheeks are flaming, bright crimson and his chest heaving underneath the thick fabric of his hoodie.
“p-please. please, jagi, i’ve been good, i am not even trying to move inside you!“ he begs again. you can feel that he is getting to his limit.
you give in and finally make a move with your hips, slowly going up and down. he instantly lets out a high-pitched moan and writhes, trying to fuck into you.
you lean forward, gripping his cheeks between your fingers. they squish together comically, but jisung is still looking at you expectantly. does he want you to slap him? he doesn’t even need to say anything, you know him so well. you pull your hand back, and then quickly slap his right cheek.
“fuck- yes,” he groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up into your pussy. “o-oh. jagi. i love when you do that. harder, please, hit me harder.“
“you are such a whore, ji.” you say, giving him another firm slap to his cheek, the same one, making him whine.
“don’t act like you don’t like getting slapped, jagi.” jisung responds with a loud slap to your ass, that makes you moan loudly. you are at your high as well. he grins. “that’s what i tho-“
you cut him off, sinking onto him in one swift motion. you shut your eyes, feeling his dick aline perfectly inside you. it makes you let out a pleased sigh.
before you can begin moving, jisung picks you up by your waist and flips you over against his desk, beginning to thrust into you frantically.
“hey! i was about to start moving!” you jolt at the movement, letting out a loud moan. “jesus- babe!”
“you teased me for too long, jagi. i-i can’t help it anymore. want you so bad.” he responds, holding your waist to meet his thrusts, slapping your ass in the moment, asserting dominance, that he never had in this relationship. after that much teasing, he just uses you as his fucktoy, eyes rolling back into his head.
the switch of dynamic turns you on even more. you love when is submissive to you, but it’s a whole other level, when he becomes impatient and takes things into his control.
jisung mumbles something, probably how good your pussy feels, moving his hand and placing his fingers on your clit. even after you being mean to him, he is trying hard to please you.
“f-fuuck, baby, you are so good at this.” you whine, as moans start to fall out of your mouth unabashedly.
he moans as well, as he feels his dick get wetter with your arousal, thrusting in and out. it is dirty, extremely messy and, probably, very loud. good thing the studio has solid soundproofing.
“oh, jagi, gonna cum!“ he groans and slaps you once again, making your pussy clench against him even more.
it only takes him a few more thrusts before hot cum floods into your pussy. he is loud, whining and sobbing through his orgasm. as he finishes into you, he turns you around and sits you at the edge of the desk, not caring much about it being sticky with his own cum afterwards.
“a little bit closer to me, jagi.” he commands.
he knows you too well. he knows, that you won’t be able to cum on his dick, and he doesn’t want to make you cum on his fingers, so he always makes sure that you cum on his tongue.
jisung wraps his hands around you to bring your pussy even closer to his face. the warmth of his breath is then followed by the gentle kisses he places on each inner thigh, slowly inching closer to your clit. you hold in your breath for a second.
“you taste so good.” he mutters into your pussy.
you can’t lie, he has always been so good at eating you out. the feel of his wet, hot tongue lapping and sucking sends you into a state of oversensitivity. his lips latch onto your clit, while he whines at tasting you. wide licks cleaning up the mess between your folds, the mix of your arousal and his cum, making you twitch at the sensation.
your legs are shivering and shaking from the pleasure that’s beginning to surge throughout your body - a sign to jisung that you’re about to cum, and just before you do so, he stops and pulls away.
“mhm… babe?” you whine out.
“i think it’s my turn to tease you.” he smirks.
this can’t be happening right now. you bet he feels so proud of himself for doing so.
“c’mon, i made you cum, don’t do this to me!” you cry out impatiently.
jisung smiles, not moving in any direction. he just wants to see you beg him, as he begged you before.
“say what you want me to do.”
you sigh. you hate when he does this. it makes you so embarrassed saying things out loud. you love to be in control instead.
“mhm? why so shy all of a sudden?” he repeats. “what do you want me to do? if nothing, then i will just stand up and leave.”
“ugh-h, you are such an ass for this!” you become a little mad. “fine. can you make me cum, please?”
“how exactly?” he continues with the biggest smirk on his face.
you roll your eyes, already thinking of a payback for the next time.
“make me cum with tongue… please, ji! just put your tongue on my clit again and lick it till i cum! please!”
“okay, okay, i will stop teasing you.” he laughs and places a kiss on your inner thigh.
finally, jisung latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, earning a moan from you. you are clearly overstimulated, but it feels so good. even better than before.
jisung sticks his tongue inside, darting it out harshly to graze over your clit and swirl around it. your moans become much louder. gosh, you are so close. you gasp in pleasure, arching desperately into his face and beginning to rhythmically grind movements against his tongue. you open your eyes for a moment, which have been shut blissfully in pleasure, to look beneath you. jisung’s face is buried deep in your cunt, as his mouth glistens with your arousal.
this view itself sends you to your high. you close your eyes, grinding against him in riding motions, chasing your orgasm. you clasp your legs around his face, your thighs trembling, feeling your clit pulsate on his tongue. you say nothing to jisung, simply letting a series of moans vocalize your release to him.
jisung pulls away, when he hears your breathing has slowed down. his lips are covered in your arousal. not being able to hold back, you lean in for a quick kiss. he smiles into your lips.
“like the taste?”
“mhm.” you respond, pulling away and licking your lips.
you jump off the desk, looking at the mess you made - a mix of his cum and yours all over it, keyboard on the floor, mouse wire dangling nearby.
“well, i guess you won’t be able to finish your work till tomorrow, am i right?” you tease again, earning an eye roll from him.
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i want hannie to eat me out is that so much to ask for 😞
worship me
han jisung x reader
warnings: dom reader, afab reader, sub han, oral (afab receiving)
a/n: wrote another short fic, bc hannie would get down his HANDS AND KNEES and beg for even the chance
listened to this song (worship by Ari Abdul)-
"darling, what are you doing?"
it always starts like this.
him being needy and horny and unable to help himself anymore. he's always been so insatiable, you knew this when you started dating him.
a night of cuddling just like tonight always ends up with him between your knees.
"please?"
his body sliding down onto the floor, resting one of his soft cheeks against your knee as he looks up at you wide needy eyes.
you roll your eyes at him with a huff, reaching down to play with the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers. "and why should i let you, hmm?"
his cheeks flush but you don't let him look away, holding his gaze with yours, tugging at his hair in warning.
his mouth opens, closes.
he rambles. a lot. that's what made you fall in love with him, his endless talking and the endearing look in his eye when he went on about something he was passionate about.
but you couldn't say that you didn't love when he was utterly speechless.
when there isn't a single thought in that pretty little head of his, only the idea of putting his mouth to some better use.
you wouldn't say that you liked them dumb but you did like when you could make them go dumb.
"hmm?"
"i just," he noses against your bare skin with a purr, "want you to feel good," he whispers with a hot kiss to the spot right above your knee.
you spread your legs and he lets out an appreciative hum, slotting his body between them as you maneuver your shorts off. his eyes fall before your fixing them back on yours.
"is that it?"
you know it isn't. he knows it isn't.
as much as he'd love to preach that he loved to eat you out for just your pleasure you both knew that wasn't it.
he could spend hours between your thighs. with his tongue worshipping you and his lips sucking at your clit and your cum sliding down his throat until his thoughts into mush.
"please baby? please just let me..." he hesitated but when you made no move he continued. "let me feel your pussy on my tongue. i wanna feel you...so bad."
your nails scratched at the nape of his neck and he barely shivered before hand in his hair shoved him against you.
he whimpered.
"f-fuck, oh fuck, you're so wet."
his tongue is quick to work against you, licking broad strips as your taste and your smell flooded his senses.
he was a man starved and you were salvation in a desert.
"fuck baby," his head spins when you moan. "just like that," with the way you grind against his mouth, with the way you softly tug at his hair and call him your good boy.
it makes him so hard, eating you out while you praise him.
his soft lips wrapping around your clit and sucking ever so slightly, smiling and whining against you when you gasp.
he throbs and he could cum like this. he has before.
with your thighs wrapped around his head and everything so hot and fuzzy he could pass out.
his tongue, wet and slippery, sliding up between the lips of your cunt and tasting you before he lets it slip inside. It's pathetic the way he moans, like you’re the most delicious thing he's ever had in his mouth.
but you are.
he's stupid when your legs rest over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue thrusts into you, your heels digging into his back but he can't help it.
his hips thrust, fucking into nothing but the fabric of his soft pajama pants. he's so sensitive he could cry.
his whines send delicious vibrations throughout your body, adding to the sensations coursing throughout your body, bringing you closer with every flick of his tongue.
"use your fingers," you mutter and he obeys wordlessly, like a dog without any better purpose.
he thrusts them into you, fast, just the way you've taught him. and he lets you use him, just the way you like.
letting you grind over his tongue and face however you like. you pant and he moans like he's the one being eaten out as he listens to you praise him. you keep muttering, "fuck, that's it, such a good boy, good boy for me hannie." and it makes him so, so horny he can hardly handle it, can hardly think straight except for your taste and the way your clit drags over his mouth and the way he just wants you to cum all over his face.
how he could suffocate right here and now between your thighs and he'd have no regrets except for maybe the fact that he didn't get to feel your cum around his fingers and down his throat.
and fuck, you're tightening around his fingers and even though he knows you'll scold him later he pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue.
and his thumb rubs at your clit, his eyes crossing as your nails dig into his scalp and you push his head harder against you, letting out a cry as you cum.
right as he does.
making a mess of his pants as you let go, thrusting against him weakly to ride out your high, sighing as you come down.
you lighten your hold just to see the dumb look on his face but he grips your thighs, not letting up as he mewls.
"baby?" he sighs dreamily, looking up just enough to meet his eyes. you can see the hearts practically glowing in them.
"did i make you go dumb puppy?" you coo and his heart races.
"one more?"
you roll your eyes.
"you're gonna be the death of me."
but it wasn't a no.
a/n: i haven't written a descriptive afab oral scene in literally forever so honestly this isn't the best but...😭
