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She's Crazy But She's Mine - [ Han Jisung ]

🏍 SYNOPSIS : How hard could Jisung fall for a girl as dangerous as you? He knew you were crazy. But he couldn't deny the adrenaline that pumped through him as you revved down the empty highways, his arms around your waist as you drove to who knew where. You were reckless... and he was hopelessly in love.

GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, smut, angst, fluff if you squint

PAIRING : han jisung × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : reader is a biker, jisung undergoes a sub-awakening, smut (warnings under the cut!), reckless driving, speeding, driving without a helmet, reader calls jisung pretty boy, smoking

WORD COUNT : 6.6K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I was thinking biker girls and then Jisung popped up into my mind and it was honestly the most random thing I've done but it suits him so well. Also this took so long to finish and I'm not particularly happy with the ending but I hope you guys like it <3

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : slight dom reader, switch jisung, fingering oral (f receiving), nipple play, marking, piv, protected sex, reader calls jisung good boy, whiny jisung

Jisung drummed his fingers along the open window of the car, the heat of the summer was dying down as evening settled in. His friend, Chan, was in the driver's seat, singing along horribly to PSY's Gangnam Style blasting on the radio. The man had a good voice but he often chose to torture Jisung's eardrums whenever they were together. It seemed like the red light was taking forever to turn green as they waited on the intersection of the highway.

The sound of a motorcycle engine next to him caught his ear — and boy was he glad the traffic light wasn't changing because goddamn. He felt like those guys in movies, when they see the female lead for the first time and it was like time stood still and some stupid love song played in the background as their vision tunneled to her. He wasn't trying to be rude, but with the tinted helmet obstructing his view of your face, his eyes drifted down (involuntarily) to the tight-fitting black leather jacket you wore and your pants —

“Need something?” You lifted your helmet up, presumably to drink water from the bottle you pulled out from the bag strapped to the engine, your head slightly tilted to the side so you could look at him from the corner of your eyes as you gulped down the water. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the way the leather hugged your bust perfectly. “My eyes are up here.”

That snapped him out of his trance, cheeks burning red with embarrassment as he met your teasing glance. “S-Sorry, I was — distracted? —”

“Uh huh.” You nodded sarcastically. “Have a nice drive.” You winked at him before putting the helmet back on. The traffic light betrayed his thoughts, switching from red to green, making you rev your engine and shoot down the intersection and out of sight.

Jisung wanted to melt into a puddle of shame as he heard Chan's raucous laughter at the interaction. Thank goodness he would never have to run into you again.

His happiness was short lived — as expected. The diner they stopped at had an enticing aroma of fried food. It was just the thing he needed after whatever happened earlier. Jisung sat at an empty table, checking his phone while Chan went and ordered their food at the counter. Chan came back with a smirk on his face and sat down in front of him. “Guess who's here?” He leaned to the side.

Jisung glanced up at the entrance. His heart instantly skipped a beat when he saw the motorcyclist walking into the diner, your helmet removed so he could properly get a good look at your face and the short haircut you sported, stopping on your shoulders as you ran a hand through it to mess it up. You looked absolutely stunning, and his heart raced even faster when he caught your gaze as you looked around the diner, scanning each of the tables for a vacant spot. There was a glimmer of recognition in your eyes, but you made no move towards him. His eyes stayed on your figure, unable to tear them away from you.

His breath caught in his throat as he kept watching you. Every inch of your body is perfect, and he couldn't help but notice how your figure fits your biker apparel. His mind filled with dirty thoughts as he imagined putting his hands on your body, but Jisung shook his head to clear his inappropriate thoughts. Chan was here. He shouldn't be imagining… how it would feel to have you all over him, the smirk on your face as you — Stop Jisung. How the heck did he manage to get himself a boner at the mere thought of a stranger doing sinful things to him?

He kept his gaze on you until you found an empty table and sat down, your back to him. Jisung breathed a heavy sigh and slumped back in his seat, his heart still pounding in his chest. He felt so stupid for staring at you, especially with Chan sitting right in front him. He was sure the brunette noticed the way he was ogling you. He'd never live that down. Maybe all he needed to do was forget about the motorcyclist and your gorgeous body…

A tray of fries and burgers was placed in front of them. Chan gave the waiter a friendly smile before turning back to Jisung, “I have an idea.”

“Hm?” His attention piqued by the hint of mischief in his voice. “What is it?”

“You'll see.” Chan smirked and went up to the table where you were sitting.

“Wait, dude —” Jisung wasn't able to drag his friend's ass back to their table before he settled himself in the chair in front of you. He had absolutely no idea what he was saying but was spilling his guts about how Jisung had the most perverted thoughts, it was going to be the most mortifying thing he was ever going to have to endure. He would have to change his identity, move to Morocco and start a new life as a shawarma stall owner. He was startled out of his life crisis when he saw a pair of leather combat boots next to his table. He sucked in a breath before looking up. You showed no signs of pure disgust — which could be a good thing or it could be a horrible thing.

“Come on then.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I don't have all day.” You looked at him expectantly. Jisung was utterly confused and his eyes darted to Chan, who was gesturing to follow you. He nearly stumbled over his feet twice as he got out of the chair. You didn't say another word, walking out of the diner with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your leather jacket. The air outside was cool, the evening breeze fully settled in, which helped the nervous sweat forming on his forehead. Were you so mad you were going to take him out of the diner and murder him? You twirled a keychain in your hands, leading to the motorcycle he saw you driving earlier. It was a beautiful bike, completely covered in black with bright green accents. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”

Jisung swallowed and shook his head. “Uh, no.” He admitted quietly.

“Your friend was very expressive in your interest towards motorcycles.” What did Chan even tell you? He didn’t know the first thing about motorcycles.

“Ah, yes, he's... he's a bit of a motorhead.” He said, trying to find out exactly what was going on. Then again, he couldn't help but admire your confidence and boldness. He wondered if this is how it would be if the two of you were together (he was one hundred percent delusional at this point), if you would be the dominant one in the relationship... But he shook his head again, trying to keep his dirty thoughts at bay.

“I don't have a spare helmet and mine is too small for you so you're just going to have to risk it.” Risk it? Were you… going to take him for a ride? On your motorcycle? Although he wished for something else to be ridden, this would do for now. Chan was brilliant. He seriously owed his friend one.

“Ah, I see…” He nodded. Your words finally registered in his brain. He was a little nervous about riding a bike without a helmet and the idea of getting on a motorcycle with a complete stranger he’d been blatantly ogling in public also didn't really sit well with him. On the other hand, he was extremely tempted to just say the hell with it and get on the bike with you anyway, because you're so damn sexy and he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted you.

“Don't worry pretty boy, I'll get you back to your motorhead friend in one piece.” Jisung blushed at the way you called him pretty boy. He licked his lips unconsciously and then nodded slowly. You got on the bike and turned the engine on. He hesitated for a few moments before getting on behind you. In his defense — he tried to maintain a friendly gap between the two of you. But the smooth leather was against his wishes and he prayed to whatever deity was watching over him that you couldn't notice the hard-on that was pressing against your ass as you pulled out of the parking lot. “I'd hang onto something.” Was the last thing you said before you revved your engine and exited the lot, joining the highway. Jisung held onto your waist with a yelp as you accelerated, his grip tightening with every second.

Jisung's heart started raced, his body pressing even closer against yours from the velocity of the bike. The rush of the speed and the sensation of your warm body against him were making his heart flutter. He didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that he was right up against your back, feeling every inch of your hips with his hands. He gripped you tighter, feeling a thrill go through his body with every revolution of the bike engine.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Mmhm.” Jisung swallowed hard and held you tighter. His breathing was heavy and he felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't pull himself away. The way you kept speeding the bike up made him feel even more alive. This was probably the thrill of the ride that most people talked about. The trees and other vehicles whizzed past as you expertly maneuvered down the highway.

Ten minutes later, he was hugging the ground for dear life. Sure, he enjoyed the ride. Heck, he was certain he'd do it again if given the chance. But he was also certain he nearly lost his life three times consecutively — so he was glad to be on the pavement again.

"You're cute." You chuckled, sitting on the motorcycle as he looked at the ground like it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. “Take your time kissing the dirt. I'm going to go back for my burger.” You hopped off the vehicle and went back into the diner.

Jisung took a few seconds to recollect himself before he jogged into the diner and slid back into his booth. “So, how was it?” Chan asked.

Jisung made a funny noise in his throat and turned his face away from him, embarrassed. “Not sure why you had to set me up with one of the hottest girls I've seen in ages,” he groaned. “I mean, she asked me if I've ever been on a bike before, and I said no. Now I've been on a damn motorcycle with her.”

“You owe me.” Chan pointed a fry at him before popping it into his mouth.

Jisung rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I know I do. Just, next time please don't set me up with someone like that. I almost had a heart attack just seeing her, never mind being pressed up against her for ten goddamn minutes.”

“Best ten minutes of your life seeing how you were drooling when you first saw her.”

“Shut up! She’s hot, okay? I couldn't help myself. She's a biker and she's so damn confident. It's so… attractive.” He shrugged, not even trying to deny it.

“Then man up and ask her for her number or her social media, dumbass.”

“I was thinking about it! But she seemed so serious when she first came up to me, and then she did that bossy thing on the bike, and…” He sighed and shook his head. “I'm not sure she'd be interested in me. Do you think I have a chance with a girl like that?”

“You were turned on by a girl bossing you around?” Chan laughed. "Boy, you are down bad. Either you go there and ask her or I will go up to her myself and explain the crush you have on her so I don't have you talk my ear off for weeks.”

“No way, don't you dare!” Jisung glared at him before he shook his head again with an exasperated sigh. He couldn't deny, however, that the thought of being dominated like that by you was arousing as hell. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment just thinking about it. “Come on... She was so bold and direct. You have to admit, it was pretty hot.”

“If she's so hot, go ask her.”

“Ugh, you know what, screw it.” He pushed back his chair and got up, hesitantly walking over to the table where you were sitting.

“Oh, pretty boy. Need something?” You lifted your head up when he stood in front of you, licking the ketchup off your fingers.

Jisung was taken aback by your sudden forwardness, but his mind quickly shifted focus when you were licking the ketchup off your fingers. The sight was so casually sexy that he could feel his pulse speeding up. He blushed and looked away, trying to regain his composure. “Uh, yes. I was uh... I was — um, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

He took a deep breath and then looked back up at you, biting his lip and trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say. He decided to just ask you straight up because there wss no way he could try to flirt or impress you. You were too confident and assertive for that. He cleared his throat. “Can I have your Instagram or number or something... in case I want to ask you to go on a date one day? Would that be too forward?”

You chuckled. “I was right. You are cute.” You opened the phone app on your phone and handed it to him.

His heart skipped a beat and he blushed brightly when you called him cute. He took your phone with trembling hands, his face heating up even more from the physical contact with your hands. He punched in his number and gave his phone a missed call before he handed it back to you. “S-so I can just... hit you up whenever I want?”

“Sure." You shrugged. “Does the pretty boy have a name?”

Jisung blushed again when you called him a pretty boy, your confidence and straightforwardness made him feel flustered. “A-ah, yeah, my name's Jisung.”

“Jisung. That's nice." You nodded.

“What about you?”

“Hmm? It's Y/n.” You winked at him. “Now if you'll let me get back to my burger…”

“Oh, sure, yeah. Uh, enjoy your burger.” Jisung stumbled over a chair and sat down next to Chan again.

“That was a long talk for a phone number.” Chan teased.

"Don't make fun of me... I was nervous!" Jisung glared at Chan angrily but couldn't help but blush from embarrassment. “She's pretty bold, y'know? I think that's what makes her so hot.”

“You have weird kinks, my friend.”

“Shut up, it's not a kink! I don't have a kink for women who are — who are — uh…” He trailed off, not wanting to admit how much your dominance and I don’t give a fuck attitude appealed to him. He didn't know why, it shouldn't be so enticing, but you were so confident and the way you carried yourself was so attractive. It made him want to be under your control, to do whatever you asked of him... And to feel your body pressed up against his again.

Holy shit. Was he… a sub?

Jisung's life took a whole one-eighty once you became a part of it. Sure, his initial attraction was a bit sexual — but after knowing you for a few weeks courtesy of your spontaneous bike rides to who knew where at ungodly speeds, he came to the realization that he was down bad. Like six feet under bad. Despite your tough persona, you were sweet. He felt like he was a chipmunk who'd broken open a walnut.

Of course, he was terrified ninety percent of the time. What if you took it too far one day? What if he wasn't there to help you? What if you ended up in the hospital or worse? Your need for speed outgrew all your other needs and he had to come to terms with it.

can rail me🧎‍♂️💞: Hurry up, I'm waiting outside.

Jisung and you had decided for another outing, and he was anxiously pacing in his living room awaiting your reply. His heart pounded when he read your text, getting up quickly and ran to the door, and out of the apartment building before you had even waited a full minute. You could see the impatient excitement in his eyes. Your message had only been one sentence but he took it as you being demanding and impatient, which he found extremely hot. He noticed how beautiful you look when the sunlight hits you just right, illuminating your skin and making your hair shine so bright. He blushed deeply when you noticed him looking, his eyes lingering on your lips. His whole body felt restless and he struggled to keep himself from pulling you close and kissing you. One day, Jisung was going to strangle himself for the way he felt around you, for the way he’d started to jerk off to the thought of you, moaning your name for the whole world to hear as he came again and again in his hands.

“Where are we going today?”

You handed him a helmet, one that he'd been using ever since two weeks ago when he'd managed to convince you to stop driving that carelessly and bought him a helmet — was that an open declaration of love? “It's a surprise.” You got onto your motorcycle. “You coming?” He nodded before he joined you. The feeling of sitting right behind you was never going to get old. “Better hold on pretty boy.” You revved the engine and shot down the roads.

The evening time made everything so much more thrilling. Jisung's face flushed bright red when you called him a pretty boy. Every time you used that name with him, he felt it all the way down to his toes and his body felt like it was being enveloped with warmth. His heartbeat sped up and he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on your waist so he didn't fly off the back when you drove. He looked into the rear view mirror and couldn't help but admire how you looked as you drove. That look on your face and that attitude... it was sexy as hell.

He loved how you grip the handle tightly, your body confidently holding the bike as it drove through the windy turns of the dark, narrow road. He loved how fast you dorve, how daring and brave you were. It only added to your sexy, dominant presence. He closed his eyes for a second and let his mind be consumed by the adrenaline. He loved how the wind blew over him, how the sound of the engine combined with the wind to created a symphony of excitement and adrenaline, how the bike shook him up every time you went too fast around a turn.

Jisung could feel it happening again. He was getting turned on just by you driving a motorcycle (in his defense, anything you did could elicit a non-child-friendly reaction in him).

After a while, you pulled up into an empty clearing, the top of a small hill that dipped down into a valley of trees, away from the bustling of the highway, overlooking the sky. The sun was setting over the horizon. “Good time?” You asked once you got your helmet off.

“Good time?” Jisung was slightly out of breath. “You mean, other than the fact that you almost gave me several heart attacks while we were driving? Other than the fact that I'd probably have died ten times if I wasn't wearing this helmet? Other than the fact that you drive like you're in a freaking action movie? Yeah, it was a pretty good time.”

“You make it sound like it's a bad thing." You laughed.

“Bad? Bad, is the understatement of the century. It's more like... life threatening.” He smiled and glanced away, not being able to handle the direct eye contact anymore. “You're insane, you know that, right?”

“You don't sound like it bothers you.”

“No, it really doesn't.” Jisung looked up at you, his gaze flickering to your lips. “I think your... uh, way of driving is exciting.” He nodded slightly, trying to distract himself by playing with the straps of the helmet in his hands, fingers tracing over the green streaks contrasting the black of the background. He didn't know how he was going to be able to handle being this close to you and not kissing you all the time. It was making it so much harder, the way you just... teased him and drove him insane with lust…

“Just my driving?”

He sighed and met your gaze again, heart pounding in his chest. When you teased him like that, it pushed him right over the edge. “No,” he answered quietly. “Not just your driving. Everything about you just…” He trailed off, noticing his face was heating up again.

“Just?”

“Everything about you just... it drives me insane. I mean, the way you tease me, the way you look at me, the way you're so confident and so bold... It doesn't just drive me insane, it makes me crazy. You... you push all my buttons, and you don't even know it. You make me wanna kiss you so bad, just so I can know everything about you. Everything about you is so damn attractive, I can barely handle it.”

“You want to kiss me?” Of course that was the one thing you caught in his entire rant. Jisung nodded frantically and couldn't seem to look away from your lips. His mouth felt dry. “Then kiss me, pretty boy.”

He blinked, waiting for you to yell sike. But it never happened. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, one hand reached back and grips the waist of your jeans as he gets closer, getting closer and closer until you guys are nose-to-nose. His heartbeat was so loud that he could barely hear his own thoughts. He hesitated only for one more moment before finally locking his lips onto yours. Jisung melted into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist. He leaned forward, pushing you up against the bike as the other hand slid down your back, settling on the small of your rear.

The feeling of being pressed up against you like this was so addictive and he struggled to keep it together as his heart skipped a beat. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. Your hands tangled in his hair, your mouth parting slightly. He took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The outside world was slowly fading away, only leaving you two on the yellowy-green grass, pulling each other impossibly close with each second. He felt like he was going to explode.

He only detached his lips from yours to breathe deepily, lungs relishing the fresh air that he took in. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes swimming with desire, only to find you giving him the exact same expression. It was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants, now getting hard against his boxers.

“You're playing with fire, pretty boy.”

“I like playing with fire.” Jisung smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, pushing you up against the bike once more. His dick strained against the confines of his jeans and the way his was practically rutting against your thigh to create that delicious friction almost made him bust right there. Anyone could see the two of you basically humping against each other if they diverted from the highway onto the clearing the two of you were in. You broke the kiss this time.

“Let's get you home." You mumbled and stood up, brushing the grass off of your black pants, face flushed from the intense make out you had with him.

“Yeah... that sounds like a good idea.” Jisung was breathing heavily but he managed to nod his head as he stood up with you. He brushed his hair out of his face and tried to focus his thoughts on the evening ahead. But every time he looked at you, he felt the heat rising up in his cheeks once more and his cock began to throb again. This is going to be a long drive home. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let go. The feeling of wanting and craving you was overwhelming and he could barely think straight. He couldn't help but feel anxious about what was going on between the two of you. Was this just a fling, or something more? He wanted to believe it would lead to more, but he was also afraid of setting his hopes too high.

“You think so?” Jisung smiled at your compliment as he closed the door and locked it behind him. The sudden thunderstorm outside had halted the bike rude to nowhere, which resulted in him inviting you into his home for the first time. Of course, he spent five minutes tripping over things he didn't even know existed in his two bedroom flat until he was clutching the wall for support — since when the hell did he use a neon yellow yoga mat?

“Mhm. It looks like you.”

“Oh? What's that supposed to mean?”

“Take it however you want, pretty boy.” Jisung chuckled, cheeks reddening as they did every time you used that nickname. “You can sit in the living room. I'll get us something to drink.” He treaded to the kitchen and popped open the refrigerator.

“Better not be Fanta.”

“Come on, that was one time!” You only laughed at his words. “I have coffee and beer and…”

“Fanta?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “And Fanta.”

The two of you settled on coffee. He was thankful you didn't choose beer — who knows what sort of embarrassing shit he might've spilled in a drunken haze? You sat together on his couch, coffee mugs in hand and enjoyed the calming atmosphere, the pattering of the rain against his windows and the smell of coffee beans soothing.

“So... what do you want to do?”

“You.” The words came out without him thinking. He choked on his coffee, eyes watering as he placed the mug on the table and wished a hole would open up and swallow him. Guess he didnt even need the beer.

“You want to do... me?” You chuckled.

He stammered as he tried to explain. “That's not — oh my god, that's not what I meant-”

"I think it is though, isn't it?” Jisung bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, now that you were teasing him about his slip-up. “Then do something about it.”

“Well, I —” He paused when he saw the way the corner of your mouth curled up into a confident smirk. Your eyes glued to him and it felt like you were looking right through him with your eyes. You knew what he wanted. You knew what he was thinking. He leaned towards you, closing the distance. He grabbed your waist, fingering dangerously trailing over the hem of your shirt.

“I hope you know how to use your mouth.” You teased.

“I think I'm pretty damn good.” He mumbled, lips brushing against yours. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and closed the gap. The feeling of your lips on his — oh that was a feeling he'd never get over. Even though he had kissed you only once, the memory of that incident was enough to arouse him whenever he thought of it. He squeezed your waist and pulled you into his lap, not breaking the kiss, earning a breathy moan from you as you sat atop his raging boner. He didn't hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the already seeking kiss. You rolled your hips into his and it was his time to let out a muffled groan, you doing it again and again until he had to hold your hips firmly so he wouldn't bust right there. “God you're driving me crazy.”

“Shirt off.” You tugged at his t-shirt which he readily took out, leaving him bare chested in front of you. You kissed once more as your hands roamed over his shoulders before you began peppering kisses along his jaw until you found a spot at the junction of his neck and collar that made him moan. You nipped at his skin, harsh enough to leave a mark behind. He liked that. He liked being marked by you.

“Your turn.” He helped you slip off your shirt and then your bra, leaving your tips on full display. “Oh baby.” He breathed out, reaching up to hold them in his hands and then wrapped his lips around your hardening nipples. Your back arched into his face, hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on your nipples and fondled the other with his hand. “I could live here forever.” He moved to your other breast, harshly tugging on the buds, eliciting beautiful moans from you. You lifted his face up from your boobs and kissed him, grinding your hips into him once more. The delicious friction made his mind go blank. “Fuck. Baby, I gotta eat you out. Can I eat you out?”

You nodded. He wasted no time, scooping you up and took you to his bedroom and laid you on the bed. His hands rested on the waistband of your jeans, eyes searching yours once more for confirmation. Another nod was all he needed to pull down your pants along with your panties, pussy on full display.

“Fuck… you're dripping.” He spread your legs apart and positioned his face right in front of your dripping cunt. “A fucking feast.” He licked a hesitant stripe before he dove in, relishing the taste of you. His nails dug into your thighs to keep them apart as he lapped up your juices, your moans only driving him more insane. His tongue dove into you before he went up to your clit.

“Jisung — fuck —” Your hands pulled at his hair but the pain only added to his arousal. He prodded his fingers at your hole because sliding one in and then two, pistoning in and out and adding to the mind-blowing pleasure you were already feeling. Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips, only increasing as he felt you clench around him more and more, making him wonder what his dick would feel like inside you.

“Make a mess f'me baby.” He mumbled against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.

“Fuck — J-Jisung, fuck I'm gonna c-cum — fuck —” Your thighs clasped around him, nearly suffocating him (he didn't care obviously), body spamming as you rode out your high. He kept his fingers inside you, feeling your walls clench around the digits. “Holy shit.” You laughed once you came down, breathing heavily as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, covering in your juices and looking pretty darn happy about that.

“I could eat you out forever and never get tired of it.”

“As much as I would like that, I'm pretty sure your dick is going to be much better.”

He swallowed, getting up to get a condom and take off his sweatpants before kicking them away. He crawled between your legs, rolling the latex onto his cock before he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” He pushed the tip in and inched himself slowly despite the fact that he just wanted to ram into like a dog in heat. Your walls were sucking him in and by the time he was fully nestled inside you, he was nearly delirious with the need to cum.

“You can move.” You put your legs around him, linking your ankles so he was impossibly deep.

He nodded, pulling back before snapping his hips forward, and then again and again until he set a even pace, his cock getting milked by your walls. “So tight.” He groaned, balls aching already as he fought the need to cum. He bit his lip, eyebrows taut as he tried to get you closer to your climax as well. “F-Feel good?”

“So good. Amazing.” You moaned. “Fuck. So good. Such a… good boy.” That new nickname made him whimper. He buried his face into your chest to hide his whiny moans. “Gonna cum for me?” He nodded frantically. “Be a good boy. Hold it… just for a little while, okay?” He was panting, hands working on their own as one reached between your legs and found your clit and rubbed harsh circles. Your hands made their way to your breasts and pinched your nipples.

“‘M gonna cum — fuck —”

“Cum for me pretty boy.” The way your walls clenched around him made him moan loudly, whining and groaning as he couldn't hold himself back anymore and came in the condom. You climaxed as well, pussy milking him dry. He slumped against you, still inside as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out a minute later and threw away the condom, cleaning you up before he joined you on the bed again.

An arm thrown over your body, he pulled you close. “Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze. He didn't hear your reply, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.

You were gone.

That was the only sentence running through his mind when he woke up the next morning and you weren't in the bed next to him. You weren't in the bathroom. You weren't in the living room or the kitchen or anywhere. His heart was pounding in his chest, nearly painful as he stumbled about to find you. Did you hate what happened? Did you hate him? Was this all a fucking sick joke to you? He went from concern to anger and back again throughout the day, driving through the city out of his mind with worry. When he didn't find you in your usual places, he knew there wss only one place

The entire day was spent searching, trying to track you down. He texted, called, left voicemails, everything he could think of and you were at that clearing, leaning against your motorcycle with a cigarette in your mouth. Jisung stared at you, still unable to believe you were here in front of him right now. All those emotions that were boiling inside of him a second ago had vanished, their intensity replaced by a simmering anger. He marched over to you stood in front of you, folding his arms. “You could have just told me that last night was a one-time thing, that you weren't interested in more. I would have understood.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don't play stupid.” He scoffed. “I thought this meant more to you…”

“That's rich. Coming from you.”

“The hell do you mean by that?” Jisung glared at you, his anger rising again as he refused to let his feelings be invalidated.

“I saw your stupid text, okay?” You turned away from him, taking a long drag from your cigarette.

He froze. He loved Chan. He truly did. That man meant a lot to him but he knew none of that was an excuse. His friend had texted him whether Jisung had made a move on you and whether you were any good or not.

His heart sank and his stomach dropped with shame as he realized you know exactly what was said. “I-I... that text wasn't meant for you to see.”His voice shook as he tried to defend himself, but he knew he already lost. He could tell from your expression and from how calm you were that you couldn't be anymore indifferent about it. You didn't care that the message was meant to be a joke. In your eyes, it was the truth.

“Clearly.”

“I-It's not what you think.”

“Then what is it, huh?” Jisung sighed, his body sagging a little at your attitude. In the back of his mind, he couldn't completely deny that, at least in the beginning, the thought of having sex with you did have an influence on his actions. However, everything that happened after that — his feelings, his desire to get to know you better, wanting more than just a one-night stand — was... genuine. But he had no idea how to tell you.

“Sit down. You look like you're going to pass out." You moved to the side so he would have place on the grass. He nodded numbly as he sat down next to you. The grass was itchy underneath his palms. He felt a mixture of rage and despair as he watched you casually take another puff of your cigarette. A second later, the cigarette was taken out of your hands. “Hey!” You looked over at him. “Give that back.”

“It's bad for you.” He kept the cigarette away from you.

“Shut up.” You leaned over and tried to get it back, but you lost balance and fell on top of him. He caught you, arms wrapping around your waist so you wouldn't hurt yourself. It was an instinctive reaction that happened before he could even think about it, but when your weight pressed against him, he didn't let you go. His heart beat rapidly as your bodies were pressed together, your legs straddling him and your arms around his torso. You tried to get off but he held you tighter. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Let's just stay like this for a little bit longer.” Jisung's words came out as a whisper.

Your body soon relaxed in his hold. “Your friend is a jackass.” You muttered. He chuckled, beginning to stroke your hair as you laid on the grass, limbs entangled with each other. “And… it's not just that. I'm just… not good enough for you Jisung. My addiction to this… driving like a psychopath and smoking… you don't —”

“Don't tell me what's good for me and what's not. I'm not a kid.” He said sternly. “I can do whatever I want and I want you, Y/n. Yes, my initial attraction was physical but it's… so much more than that now. Your addiction? We'll work on it. But I won't let you completely give up riding a motorcycle because you're hella sexy when you do.” You laughed. “You're crazy, but you're mine. I love you Y/n. I think I said this last night… and it's okay if you don't give me an answer right now —”

“I love you too. I've spent too long denying that.” You interrupted him, leaning your head up so you could look him in the eye.

He smiled. “You mean that? Oh baby, I love you so so much.” He pulled you back into his chest and squeezed you. “We'll work on this together, okay?”

“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love you, pretty boy.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.”

#omfg #for god sake #this is gonna kill me #what is this???? too good to be on tumblr #y'all need to check this out #PLEASEEEE #he's so fine-#and reader turned me on #frfr

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