#also pls hyunjin come to my place and paint one of my walls as that blue one. would look sick as a contrast wall 😞

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since you just wrote a jealous hyunjin fic, can you write a jealous jisung fic pls?

han jisung + smut

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word count: 1.1k words warnings; car sex, dom!han, orgasm denial, a pinch of angst, unprotected sex

Exes and Dates

Jisung huffed for the umpteenth time when he saw you hugging your friend one last time before bidding him goodbye. He watched the two of you exchange sweet smiles, your hands still held in the grasp of your high school friend, Kim Seungmin. Oh, how he despised that guy— who was your first real fling, who stole your first kiss, your first ‘I love you’— your first everything, basically. He hated how you still kept contact with him, after breaking up a couple years ago due to personal disagreements. But he was the happiest man in the world when you started dating him, and he promised you from day one, though your firsts were all done, your lasts would definitely be under his umbrella. 

And now, seeing you with him when you two were on a date, pissed him off. He even went as far as to tug you and ‘psst’ at you, but you simply ignored his attempts, continuing to chat with your ex. In front of your boyfriend. On a date. 

You didn’t know how in-deep-shit you were, until you finished your conversation and turned to Jisung, glaring at you like he was going to skin either you, or your friend alive. You gulp and walk towards him, eyes lowered to your now, sweaty palms. His gaze never falters, and once you reach him, you feel his hands entwine in yours, hauling you towards the nearest exit. You clutch Jisung’s hand tightly, mumbling a few apologies to the families you bumped into on the way to your car. He leaves your hand to unlock the car and hop in, and you do the same. 

The ride home is awkwardly silent. You could feel heat rising from Jisung, and you dared to switch the radio on. You could feel your skin crawling and blood curdling when Jisung merely stares at you when he parks the car in the driveway. You couldn’t look at him in the eyes; not when you fucked up so bad back at the mall. 

“I’m… sorr—”

“Do you realize how much you were irking me out there? How stupid I was feeling when my fucking girlfriend was out there talking to her ex! And not just at any time, on our fucking date!”

You winced at the tone he was using, but realized you did such a thing to rile him up as well. You think of trying to face him and apologize, but it’s too late, because Jisung holds at your chin to make you face him and crashes his lips onto yours. Unlike the usual giggly pecks or passionate kisses, this one was full of lust, desire; want.

He doesn’t even prep you, before you feel his tongue practically shoved into your mouth, the muscle pumping itself against your lips. His hand runs up your side, nestling in the crook of your neck, while the other fumbles with the zipper on his black skinny jeans. He bites at your bottom lip, pulling the flesh between his teeth and eliciting a moan from you. He pulls away to fold down his seat and moves over to the back and you follow suit. He resumes, pulling down his jeans and your sundress, licking his lips at the sight of you wearing nothing but your underwear. 

He reattaches his lips to yours, devouring the sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick. His hand reaches down to rub you through your panties, pressing the fabric against your throbbing heat. His fingers smoothly glide across your folds, thanks to the leaking pleasure from your core. You arch your back when he pushes the barrier to the side, shoving his fingers inside you. Your hands fly up to his hair, one tugging at the strands while the other scratches the leather seats beneath you. Your actions are halted when he holds your wrist with his free hand, placing them above your forehead.

“Do you deserve to touch me after all you’ve done baby?”

You shake your head slowly. You desperately wanted to touch Jisung, run your hands across his form, tug at his hair, dig your nails into his back until small red crescents form. But now that you were hostage, your mind was going haywire. Your vision went blurry, eyes filled with tears and mind dizzy. Jisung smirks down at you, resuming his actions. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, setting a slow pace.

His fingers speed up inside you, pumping against your walls harshly. Your vision goes blank as the roughness of his digits stroke against your walls, and the intensity is magnified infinitely once his thumb comes in contact with your clit, the skin rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and just when you feel your release exit your body, Jisung’s hand moves away from you. 

You sigh heavily, biting down on your lip to suppress a whine. The pit in your stomach slowly and painfully dies down at the feeling of your denied orgasm. Not even a few moments after the emptiness takes over you, Jisung’s cock is pressed against your hole. Your open palms turn into fists when you feel him enter you slowly, his hot breath fanning against your neck simultaneously. When he’s completely in, he pulls out before slamming in up to the hilt, filling you up immediately. 

He doesn’t waste time in setting a slow tempo, driving into you repeatedly with fast and deep thrusts. Your vision blacks out, white spots appearing every now-and-then. Jisung grabs a hold of your ankles and plops your leg above his shoulder, the new angle hitting sweet spots in you which drove you insane. He thrusts onto your g-spot repeatedly, and the sensation only amplifies when his fingers reach down to your clit once again, drawing mad circles on the skin.

The sounds of the car squeaking and creaking around you subsided beneath your moans and Jisung’s grunts. Jisung’s thrusts get shallower and sloppier as his high nudges at him. 

“I’m— I’m cumming…”

After a few more thrusts Jisung pulls out of you, painting your stomach and chest white with his juices. Your orgasm approaches no sooner, and you spasm before you release your high. Jisung retires above you, panting from the recent sessions. 

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, before you hear Jisung hum against your skin, and he raises his head while patting softly at your shoulder. 

“Y/n? Let’s go home, babe.” 

You croon, smiling softly and giggling while scrunching your nose at the sticky and sweaty seats of the car.

“We’ll get ourselves and the car cleaned up.”

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a/n: My upload schedule is MESSED UP™ thanks to college (i’m sorry this is the last time i mention my college hahaha) Also, requests will be open soon! So look out for it hehe