#fanfic by yu69ta

[ihaechans]

Teach Me || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, masturbation (m), lovey-dovey jisung, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, Jisung properly fucking reader for the first time but none are virgins, dom~ish jisung, fingering (f), oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, reader gives jisung instructions on how to fuck her and for some reason- it turns jisung on even more (he's a strange fellow)

SUMMARY ▸ It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.

WORD COUNT▸ 2k

A/N: This is part of the "Crush on You" & "7 Days" Jisung "series". Any of the stories can be read separately, but for more context, you should read the first two "parts" to better understand the reader and Jisung's dynamic. Make sure to like or reblog if you love it! My requests are open so don't be shy!

There's a fine line between fucking and fucking.

Jisung always got to fuck you, but never got to fuck you.

Since the beginning of your relationship, there has been a clear dynamic between the two of you. Jisung was bottom, and you were top. That's how things are, how they have been for the past ten months.

Sometimes Jisung wonders how it would be if things were different, imagining his hips fucking into your wet pussy, eyes teary as he watches you fall apart on his cock. Mouth sucking in his length until it couldn't go any farther, abusing your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.

God, it made him rock hard just thinking about it.

"Fuck," he whimpers, hand shifting lightly over his hard cock as he settles down on the bed, kicking his shoes off in a hurry. He wants you below him, mouth agape, brows furrowed, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as fucks into you deep.

He shouldn't do this knowing you're just a room over typing away on your computer, probably on an important work meeting or something like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt like an incaged animal, struggling to break free.

The only thing that could satisfy him was getting what he wanted.

Jisung teases the head of his cock, biting back a whimper at the sensitive feeling. His breathing is heavy as he grips his cock, hips automatically pistoning up to fuck into his fist, imagining how much better it would feel if he was fucking into you.

He imagines your sweet cries and moans, dick twitching as he thinks about you. Nobody has ever gotten him so worked up, it's almost as if you've casted a spell on him.

Jisung lets out a husky moan, fucking up into his fist frantically as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he moans, hips stilling as he releases into his hand, his free hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud whine.

Pathetic. He thinks to himself, completely ashamed he didn’t have the courage to tell you how he felt.

“Jisung baby, you in here?” A light knock emits from the wooden door and Jisung freezes like a deer in headlights, jumping across the room towards the bathroom as you slowly creak open the bedroom door.

Jisung sighs as he safety makes it to the bathroom, able to shut the door behind him softly before you notice. This was all so stupid.

He was stupid.

Turning on the sink, Jisung washes his cum off of his hand, shaking his head pitifully with a sigh as he does so.

The sudden opening of the bathroom door makes him jump with horror, wet hand covering his heart as he slumps over the sink, relived that it was only you.

“Baby im done with work,” you smile, opening your arms wide, in indication that you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.

He can’t help but smile back, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he gives in to your warm embrace, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can we lay down?” Jisung speaks up for the first time today, following you as you flop down onto your shared bed without a word, waiting for Jisung to follow.

You looked so pretty laying there, eyes staring up at him innocently.

Stop being a pervert, he thinks to himself, flopping down beside you before wrapping his arms around your body

A hand runs through his hair as he breathes softly against your skin, the silence nearly deafening between the two of you.

“Jisung,” finally, you break the silence, “I know you were jerking off in here a couple minutes ago.”

You speak as if it’s not the most embarrassing thing in the world. Jisung’s eyes grow wide, mouth parting to speak but unable to as his face goes red. “How… how’d you…”

Shushing him with a finger, you cut him off. “Well you're pretty loud," you giggle, "Jisung what were you thinking about when you were jerking off? Me?” You straddle him in an instant, his hands grasping your hips with a whine.

Were you really going to make him admit to it? This was the most embarrassing moment of Jisung’s life.

Pushing your hips forward, Jisung moans out as you grind against him, “Answer me Jisung. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I-It was you…” Pink cheeks nearly go red as he admits it out loud, not able to look at you as he speaks.

You giggle, slightly shifting your hips against him again, “Naughty baby,” Jisung hums in agreement, nearly slipping into sub space before he even realizes it. “Now tell me what exactly was going on inside that head of yours.”

At this, he snaps out of his daze, eyes that once avoided you now looking straight back into yours. “Can I…” just say it Jisung, he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath before spluttering out a barely audible “Can I show you?”

He prays you don’t ask him to repeat himself, eyes closing in shame.

“Alright. Show me then.”

Not a thought goes through your mind as Jisung quickly flips the two of you over, his slender body now hovering over you. You admit, seeing Jisung on top of you was hot as fuck.

“I’m gonna show you now… is that okay?”

Even in times like this, Jisung still managed to be a complete cutie. “Of course baby, go ahead.”

Carefully, he kisses along your collarbones, hands pushing up the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra.

“Take this off for me,” he mumbles, clearly talking about your bra. Already, Jisung was showing a different side of himself. He never asked you to take off your own clothes, doing it for you without you even having to ask.

He stops, head snapping up from where he was marking your collarbones to stare into your eyes. “I said to take it off, didn’t I?” His gaze is lustful and dark, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

He never talks to you like this.

Raising an eyebrow, you sit up slightly, unclasping your bra as your breasts fall free in from of your boyfriend, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples.

A surprised moan leaves your lips as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts, rubbing along your panties.

“Shit,” you breathe out, gasping when he plays with your clit through the fabric. “Jisung…”

“Shhh… don’t talk. Good girls stay quiet.” His pupils were incredibly blown, cock rock hard in between his legs once again as he imagines the things that are about to take place.

He can tell you’re surprised, body still not fully comfortable with the idea of being a bottom. “Relax, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

He never calls you princess.

Your mouth opens to speak, but immediately shuts as one of his slender fingers forces it’s way inside of you, an embarrassing mix of a squeal and a moan slipping out. Jisung chuckles against your chest as you moan for him, inserting a second finger into the mix.

What’s gotten into him?

“I’m tired of holding back… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, fucking his fingers into you faster as he stares directly into your half lidded eyes. “God the thought of having you like this turns me on so much, I couldn’t hold back any longer…” he rambles, seeming to get off on the sound of your moans.

“I’m close, please keep going,” Jisung pries your thighs open with his free hand as they start to tremble due to your impending orgasm.

Finally, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, brows furrowing as you tuck your lip between your teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop-“ you repeat the words like a mantra until you hit your climax, back arching off the bed and legs threatening to close around your boyfriends hand.

“So good for me, I love seeing you under me like this.” Without giving you time to breathe, Jisung is quickly moving away from your breasts and down to your now sensitive pussy, quickly rolling your shorts off of your body to kitten lick your entrance, burying his face in your cunt as he slurps up all your cum.

Uncontrollable sounds spill from your mouth, motivating Jisung to continue his ministrations, only stopping when you harshly push his head away, a tired moan making its way out of you.

“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Doe eyes stare at you from in between your legs, your boyfriends hair slightly ruffled and out of place.

How could you ever say no?

A quick yes is all he needs to hear before disregarding his shirt and pants, including his boxers. Jisung is completely naked in front of you, he does a once over of your naked body below him, brain now realizing he’s never actually fucked you for real before.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind, your boyfriend slightly relaxing as you lace your fingers with his, holding his hand to comfort him.

“Don’t think too much baby, just put it in and I’ll help you from there.” Your voice is music to his ears, instantly sweeping away all his concerns. Following your instructions, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning in unison with you.

“So good already,” you moan out, “Now just move your hips, I know you can do it.” You egg him on, Jisung’s jaw almost going slack as you fully take him in. He would never get used to how warm and wet you were, a low moan filling the air as he pulls back only to thrust back in, his moans picking up in frequency as he went on.

The pace was deep and slow, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you to make you go crazy. “Faster, faster right there-“ the sound of you urging him is what kept him motivated to make you cum.

He knew he wasn’t the best, but as long as he could make you cum on his cock, he would be happy tonight.

Jisung’s hips pick up pace, the sounds of skin slapping against each other now flowing through the air. You felt euphoric wrapped around him, Jisung nearly cumming just from a few quick thrusts.

The two of you moan in unison, the sounds only getting louder as you both near your orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, just like that, right there-“ your sentence ends with a yelp as Jisung fucks you even harder, dick hitting your gspot over and over with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jisung’s husky moans ring out as he releases inside of you, moans growing louder as you release with him, your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight.

Finally, he stills his hips, fast pants making his chest heave up and down as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest.

“Jisung… baby,” you breathe out, running your fingers through your boyfriends hair softly. “You did so good for your first time fucking me like that.”

He smiles against your chest, humming to acknowledge your statement. Sleep was already taking over his body, eyes struggling to stay open as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ji… pull out we need to get cleaned up.”

“Don’ wanna,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in. “Hold me.”

“You’re so gross,” you smile, earning a small chuckle from the half-asleep man on top of you.

“Shhh no more talking,”

That’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms, your boyfriend whispering a sweet “I love you” before letting sleep take over his body as well.

[ihaechans]

Reminiscing || Mark Lee

PAIRING ▸ Mark Lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ best friends to lovers, big fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, sweet Mark, Y/n character development is real, literally just sickening fluff...

SUMMARY ▸Time flies. Especially with best friend and nerdy ride or die Mark Lee. Reminiscing on the rooftop leads to foreign emotions and forgotten memories to rise to the surface, and the obvious tension between you two can no longer be avoided.

WORD COUNT��1.7k

A/N▸ Head empty.... just boyfriend Mark Lee. (Dead serious this has been in my drafts for 8 months.)

ALSOOO this was originally supposed to be smut but I decided to take it out and make it a cute fluffy story because it’s my first fic back 😭

You couldn’t accept that there could be other men out there named Mark Lee. The idea of someone having a completely different look and persona than the one of your best friend completely baffled you.

In your heart, your Mark was the greatest one. The only one you truly needed to keep going in life as well.

You were always one of the castaways at your school. Unknown. Boring. Friendless. It was always something you were used to.

It wasn’t exactly bad though. You actually quite enjoyed having so much time to focus on your studies since you were never invited to parties or friendly hangouts, but there was always this feeling. A feeling of loneliness and despair.

In complete solitude, you would study from dusk til dawn. Barely even glancing away from your computer screen throughout the day. The only time you would bother to check your phone was to see if your mom had texted you, which you admitted, was kind of humiliating.

No one ever would have thought an accidental text to the wrong number would start the strange friendship between you and Mark Lee, one of the more popular members of one of the biggest frats on campus.

Unknown Number:  Yo Jaeminnnn! Just got your new number man :) It’s mark btw

You: This isn’t Jaemin. Wrong number “Mark”.

Unknown Number: My bad. Why is my name in quotes though? I promise I’m the real Mark dude :(

You: You can be some weirdo trying to get my phone information by pretending to be one of my classmates. Who knows if you’re really Mark?

Unknown Number: I do… because I am the real Mark 🤦‍♂️ who is this anyway so I can save your number?

You: It’s y/n. You shouldn’t need to save my contact anyways. We won’t ever text again after this.

Mark: I like to be friendly with everyone just in case. Maybe you should try it instead of accusing me of being a criminal when you don’t even know me 😁

You: Goodbye Mark. You’re wasting my precious study time and you’re kind of annoying :)

You couldn’t imagine how any of your fellow students looked so relaxed and at ease with the endless piles of work. It was completely mind boggling.

Mark and his friends were those sort of people, and you were always jealous of them. How they continued to stay on top of assignments? You would never know.

“You were such an asshole when we first met.” His presence catches you off guard, but you can recognize that chuckle from anywhere. Silently turning your body to face him, you smile, dismissing his brutally honest comment.

“Well. I never knew having friends could be so…”

He finished your thought for you, “Life changing? Exciting? Eye opening?”

“Mhm.” You hum, mindlessly patting the spot next to you on the balcony, expecting him to plop down in the exact spot any second now.

“I admit, I was a complete bitch for no reason.” You stare at the sunset as you speak, knowing that Mark is simply listening in. “I was jealous of you. You were so effortlessly funny and friendly. Everyone knew and loved you, plus you got exceptionally good grades.”

Honestly, you don’t know why you were admitting to any of this. It made you feel as if you were a terrible person. Hopefully mark didn’t see you that way.

You sigh, “I wanted to be you. It was so unfair how I practically slaved away all day and night while you and your friends were out partying every other day yet still managing to pass. I wanted that to be me.”

You stare at Mark now, waiting to him to respond to such a presumptuous confession.

He was smiling, a smile full of love and kindness. He huffs out a laugh, you should’ve known he could never hate you. He could never hate anyone, no matter how wrong they could treat him.

“Can I admit something too?” He’s staring straight into your eyes now, a serious look taking over his features. “That day, I didn’t know it was your number, but-“ he clears his throat, bracing himself for the things he was about to admit to.

“I was interested in you before we became friends. You seemed pretty chill, but I never approached you since you always seemed like you wanted nothing to do with the human species. You were also really pretty…”

You ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and hopefully Mark couldn’t see the slight blush that appeared on your face.

He lays down onto his back, laughing with his arms behind his head for support. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t give up on you?” He teases, poking you in the side with his elbow gently.

You smile and hit him on the shoulder playfully, rolling over onto your side to look at him. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t block you as soon as you texted me?”

He laughs even harder now, admitting that he found it funny how you seemed so intimidating over text but in person you were completely different.

“You wouldn’t even remember me if I hadn’t kept texting though,” he responds, ending the sentence with another chuckle.

“Wish I blocked you sooner so I didn’t start warming up to your annoying ass.” You speak with a serious expression, but one glance at Mark is all it takes for a laugh to force its way out, his own laughter causing you to giggle even harder.

“God, I love you Y/n. Seriously. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”

There it is. “Best friend”. All hope for you was over. You’ve officially been friend-zoned.

You ponder for a moment, thinking about all that he’s done for you and considering how easily things could’ve been different if you weren’t such a jealous bitch in the beginning.

Your friendship could’ve been so much stronger by now if you had accepted his kindness from the start, and you mentally scold yourself for it.

“Say it back.” He orders, perking up from his relaxed position and scooting closer to your body in between every passing second. “Say it back before it’s too late.”

“Why should I? Admitting I wanted to be you is already embarrassing enough. My embarrassment level is already full for today, tell me again tomorrow and maybe I’ll answer.”

“Alright then,” he tsks, “Guess I’ll just have to tickle you until you admit you love me back.”

Your eyes widen in genuine terror. You absolutely hated getting tickled and promised you would personally file a complaint to the police if Mark ever even thought about tickling you.

“Mark. Stop.”

“Say it back, idiot.”

Hissing through your teeth, you prepare for the worst. You’d rather just tell him you love him back than endure his attacks of merciless tickles and teasing.

Conceding defeat, you blink at him and fight the embarrassing grin that wants to appear on your lips. “I love you too Mark.” Hearing yourself say those words out loud almost has you jumping up and down with embarrassment and sending shivers down your spine.

You take a deep breath, trying to stay in control of your emotions.

He smiles, feeling content with your words. You’ve been friends for so long, and now you’ve finally mustered up the courage to tell him how you feel.

Countless times, he’s told you he loves you, but you’ve never said it back until now. You felt like a brand new person.

There’s a comfortable beat of silence before he speaks up, distrusting the moment of pure silence.

“Isn’t the sunset so pretty?” He murmurs, eyes completely focused on something else.

“Mark. You’re not even looking at the sunset,” you laugh, seeming to be completely clueless at what he was hinting at.

He chuckles at your ignorance before taking your hands into his and looking you in the eye. “Y/n. You’re pretty.” Your breath catches in your throat, “I like you. I thought it would be so obvious by now. I’ve been hinting at it for ages but you’re just so clueless it seems like this is the only way you would ever realize.”

He grins sheepishly, wincing as he awaits your reaction.

The only thing you can do is stare at him wide eyed, jaw almost completely on the floor at the sudden confession. “You like me?”

“Mhm.” He mumbles, scooting even closer to you, his eyes gazing straight at your lips.

He moves forward, cupping your face with his hands so he can finally attempt to kiss you.

Mark had no idea why he was feeling so bold in that moment. This situation could either go extremely terrible or surprisingly well.

He stops before his lips touch yours, giving you a second to push him away if you really needed to. You lightly grasp his side and he smiles before connecting your lips together.

It feels like heaven, almost like you two were meant to be. You wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner, and then remember that you were the one being so blinded by friendship that you dismissed his obvious flirting as teasing all this time.

All of Marks emotions embrace him as he backs away, warmth and comfort echoing between the two of you. Mark is a mess, face red and hands jittering uncontrollably and you find it quite amusing.

“I cant believe I actually just did that…” Mark is so overwhelmed as he retreats, barely able to keep his composure as he nearly fumbles with his words.

Your cheeks flush with the realization that you had just kissed Mark. You struggle to keep a grin from forming on your face. “Me neither…” you mumble, bringing a hand up to your lips, still shocked.

Mark smiles at you with adoration, mustering up the courage to finally say what he’s been holding back for the last few years. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

He looks into your eyes in anticipation, barely able to contain his eagerness as he awaits for an answer.

“Mark, are you seriously asking me that right now?” You laugh, watching as marks smile fades away slightly in confusion. “How could I ever reject you?”

A sweet smile forms on your face, and the look of confusion soon leaves marks features as you kiss him again, making sure he understands that you are in fact, now his girlfriend.

[ihaechans]

Die 4 You || L.JN — TEASER

❝ You won't find no one that's better... ❞

PAIRING ▸ street racer!Jeno x flag girl!reader

GENRES ▸ smut. angst. fluff

WARNINGS ▸ profanity. sexual content. more tba

SUMMARY ▸ There's a new guy in town. That's the word from the others. Typical news, so typical you don't pay him any attention, minding your business as usual before being interrupted by none other than the 'new guy'. A simple encounter erupts into much more, spiraling into something only he could fix. A broken heart.

WORD COUNT▸ Estimated 20k-22k

RELEASE DATE ▸ February 2023 (Put on hold)

Part of the upcoming "The Weeknd" Series

Note to self: Buy sound-proof headphones.

Sometimes, you wished you weren’t driven by thrill and attention, maybe then you wouldn’t be a flag girl. Wasting entire weekends just to do a single gesture before stepping aside, completely nonexistent to most of the crowd once a race began was not as easy as it sounded.

Although it’s a well-paying job, dressing up like an attention-seeking whore just to wave a flag around for a few seconds took lots of courage. Creepy old men in the crowd cat-calling you was something you would never get used to, shivers running down your spine every time it happened.

In this state, it was almost ten times easier to be taken advantage of by men, but that was your job after all. Dress like a slut, wave a flag around, sleep, repeat. That was your life. Weekend after weekend, it was the same.

Nothing around here was interesting enough for you to care about, not even your flag girl co-workers fawning over the new guy. The one you had never seen before.

“God Y/n,” Hands find place on your shoulders, shaking you slightly as a high-pitched voice fills your ears, “He’s so dreamy, and those arms of his, god the things I would do to him are unimaginable.”

“I’ll buy you candy if you shut the fuck up,” you offer, finally turning your head to face Chuu, one of your good friends. 

Her smile falters, “Well, I guess I do like candy.” and with that, she walks off, leaving you alone in the tiny shed where all the flag girls rested before and after races. 

Genuinely, you adored Chuu, but she should know you well enough by now that you whole-heartedly had no interest in any of the racers here. You had one job and one job only, wave the flag and dip. You weren’t here to make friends nor hook up with the racers like many others who worked here.

Something you had that many others didn’t was self-respect.

In the distance, you hear the rev of engines, assuming the previous race had ended and another one was about to start, Chuu acting as the flag girl this time around. She was always cute and charismatic, one of the most loved workers around the place.

Compared to you, she was the complete opposite, her baby face and cute colorful clothing contrasting your serious and stubborn demeanor. One thing about her was she was a natural people-pleaser, something you forced yourself to be while at work.

Sighing, you grab a water bottle from the minifridge beside you, nearly choking on the beverage as an unknown voice speaks from behind you. “Jesus!” you scream, water dribbling down your chin, a wet patch forming on your shirt.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, just wanted to say hello and properly introduce myself. I’m Jeno.”

“And I’m not interested. Get out.”

Author's note: It took nearly 4 hours to plan this entire fic out because I wanted everything to be perfect. If I actually end up working hard on this fic I believe I can actually get it done on time. This is supposed to be my first full fic and I'm lowk nervous but I'm just gonna write my heart out and hope y'all enjoy it! 😸

[ihaechans]

Crush on You || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ friends to lovers, smut, fluff, college!au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mentions of cheating, alcohol mentions, sub/virgin Jisung, corruption kink reader, Dom!reader, cumming in pants, overstimulation, Jisung getting the best handjob of his life, begging, multiple orgasms, slight cum eating, edging

SUMMARY ▸ Jisung is a little too innocent for his own good, and when he asks you to help him fix that your friendship takes a slight turn.... okay, maybe a big turn.

WORD COUNT▸ 5.1k

“Cut the bullshit, Hyuck.” You growled, beyond angry: pissed. It had only been a week since your, now ex-boyfriend, Sehun, had been caught giving head to some random girl at Mingi’s party.

“I’m not defending him or anything I’m just telling you, I saw him. He was so wasted I thought someone put something in his drink.” Haechan shrugged, signs of worry loosely hanging in his tone.

“Dumbass!” You scoffed, swatting the boy’s head, a little harder than intended, “Ugh! I’m done here.” You spat coldly, gathering your textbooks and notebooks before throwing them uncaringly into your bag as you stormed out of the room, leaving poor Donghyuck in the dust.

Donghyuck, or Haechan, has been your best friend since the beginning of time. The both of you met way back, maybe in seventh grade. You couldn’t remember shit.

The only thing you were certain of was that the two of you were in the same Science class and sat at the same table. But honestly, it was bound to happen. His nice, caring, gentle, yet funny, protective, and reasoning spirit paired with your “cold” and straightforward one was perfect.

Both of you decided to put in the effort to stay best friends as long as possible, and so far it was working.

If you wanted to talk, he would listen. Not daring to speak so that he wouldn’t miss a single detail. Sometimes you wondered how you achieved having such a guy like him in your life. You wanted to thank him, to show affection, but you just couldn’t do it no matter how hard you tried.

“Jesus-”

“Hey! Watch it!” You yelled, turning around hastily to see a tall, lanky- yet handsome man you had never seen around here before. A deep blush crept onto his face at his embarrassment.

He was wearing a turquoise bomber jacket, dark blue jeans, and the cleanest white sneakers you have ever laid your eyes on. Your pupils lingered on his hair. That shiny, dark brown hair hung over his eyes slightly.

Shit. He was hot.

“Sorry to bother you… I’m Park Jisung.”

Two years later

It was mid-spring, the best time to explore outside of campus and hang out with your friends- at least for you and Hyuck.

The two of you took the time out of your day to go to the gigantic, yet tranquil park just around campus. Your current position made children stare as your head was resting in Donghyuck’s lap, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

“Y/n? Are you awake? If so, hopefully, you never open your eyes again.” The boy joked, flicking your forehead with his middle finger and rolling his eyes. Haechan pushed you off of his lap lightly before getting up and stretching out his limbs.

“Wow, what a way to treat a girl Haechan,” Called a voice not far from where the two of you were sitting under a tree. “We made it.”

Haechan snickered, lowering his voice to a whisper and bending down to your ear, “Your man is here,” Your face contorted with annoyance as you slapped the back of Haechan’s head before he could move away.

Jisung. Park Jisung and your friends. Xiaojun, Jungwoo, Taeil, Yuta, and Chenle.

A year ago, you would probably be thirsting over all of them desperate to get into their pants. When Donghyuck introduced them to you it was an entirely different story. The thought of your past self made you cringe in embarrassment.

They weren’t the type of people you would want to fuck. You wanted to be their friend, and you didn’t say that about people very often. It just so happened that they weren’t afraid of being weirded out by you, even with your reputation around campus.

But Jisung, Jisung was a different story. You wanted to fuck him so badly, but you couldn’t. Everyone and their mother knew that Park Jisung is still a virgin. Hell, you don’t even think he masturbates. He was so shy the first time you guys met he wouldn’t dare look you straight in the eye.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin but sex with you- he just wasn’t ready even if he wanted it or not.

So caught up in your head, you don’t realize the boys are having a full on conversation, ears only picking up on Jungwoo’s voice as he says something out of pocket.

“What if wearing no clothes outside of your house was normalized?” Jungwoo blurted, a light chuckle slipping past your lips at his words.

“Woo, I’m pretty sure nobody wants to see your little two-inch dick anyways.” Taunted Chenle from behind you, causing everyone to holler with laughter.

“Hey! You’ve all seen my dick at least once! It’s not even small!”

When you and your friends were together, time was the most important thing in the world. For some reason you felt free- you felt happy and grateful that you had these men by your side. It had always been just you and Haechan for the longest time, only a few students daring to talk to the both of you. In the end, they never ended up lasting more than a few months with you.

_____

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jisung called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I said can I please talk to you for a second? Alone…” He finished, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone else was paying attention.

At this point, the rest of the boys were either walking around the park or looking around for someplace to get food for you and your friends The only reason you two were left alone was that “Jisung needs someone to protect him” as the eldest Taeil says.

“Right now?” You questioned, your head tilting on its own in curiosity.

“Yes, right now. Come on.” Jisung stated, roughly dragging you by your hand along with him behind a large tree a couple meters away. It had gotten pretty dark now, and he made sure the rest of the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Y/n, I-I wanted to- um, ask you if you could uhh- maybe teach me how to do stuff… with girls,” Your eyebrows raise in surprise but you stay quiet. “There’s this girl I really like. I-I don’t want her to think I’m an amateur or something because I’ve only kissed one girl. I really need your help.”

Little did you know the girl he was crushing on was indeed, you.

“Jisung. Stop.” The boy’s face fell as you spoke. He opened his mouth to speak up once more but you cut him off, “Damn I knew you were a virgin but tell me you’re joking about the kissing a girl part.” You teased, a cheeky grin etching its way onto your features.

The boy sighed in embarrassment and frustration, “I have kissed girls before! Please Y/n? I’m being serious. I don’t know how to do that stuff and I want to ask this girl to go on a date with me. You’re the only girl I know how to talk to and I need you to help me with this.” 

You smiled inwardly at his statement. You both knew damn well that Jisung barely knew how to speak to you half of the time due to his random bursts of nervousness, much like now.

“I’ll have to think about it. But why don’t we gather the boys up and ditch this place?” You insisted, grabbing his arm and dragging him along to find the boys before he could answer. You wouldn’t miss the chance to tell Hyuck about this later, that’s for sure.

It was embarrassing.

The way Jisung felt about his proposal to you was embarrassing. The entire car ride to your and Haechan’s shared home was spent with his eyes on you, taking in your beauty. Jisung wasn’t dumb. He knows when he sees a pretty girl, and that made him nervous. You made him nervous, but he was too scared to admit that to anyone besides the voices in his head.

His daze was broken when Chenle spoke up with a proposal, “When we get to the house we should play something fun. Never have I ever, beer pong, two truths, and a lie…” You hummed in agreement with what he was saying but never really paid attention to his words.

The other boys nodded in unison, some voicing their agreement. The rest of the ride home was filled with Haechan and Yuta bickering about something, you were too tired to comprehend anything at the moment. the soft howl of the wind, droplets of rain, and the endless sky were slowly lulling you to sleep, and before you knew it you were knocked out.

_____

You woke up to the sounds of arguing once again. Eyes fluttering to adjust to the light, you took in your surroundings. You were stationed on Haechan’s couch, the rest of the boys gathered together in the kitchen playing some sort of game.

You shuffled on the couch, about to alert the boys you were awake when you overheard Taeil’s voice.

“Jisung, we all know you like her. If you don’t confess soon you’re going to lose her,” The rest of the boys nodded in agreement at the eldest’s statement.

Jisung looked at his friends with hesitance while scratching the back of his neck anxiously, “Guys… you know I can’t. I tried to but I just couldn’t. Look at her and then look at me. She will never see me as more than a friend,” He finished, sighing at the thought of being rejected.

It felt like a brick wall had slammed into you when the jealousy hit. You wanted him to feel that way about you, not anyone else. You wanted him to yourself at that moment, practically jumping off of the couch to get their attention.

Your actions startled the men in the kitchen, the majority of them giving you a questioning look of concern. Jisung on the other hand was as red as a tomato, twiddling with his fingers and looking everywhere but at you.

You sauntered over to your friends, acting clueless, “What are we talking about over here boys?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around Hyuck’s torso while snuggling your face into his back.

Haechan laughed nervously at your position before making up a stupid lie in his head, “Oh nothing… we were just about to play two truths and a lie,”

You could see Xiaojun and Jungwoo rolling their eyes from the corner of your vision at Haechan’s stupid lie but held composure. Jisung on the other hand was almost shaking with nervousness at your presence, his confession earlier making his head spin with uncertainty.

“Let’s just continue playing, just add Y/n into the mix,” Shrugs Yuta, sipping on what you assumed was beer in a red plastic cup.

Jisungs eyes flickered to you momentarily and you didn’t miss it, his heart thumped against his chest and the boy looked away quickly. Your eyes stayed on his form, piercing into his skull waiting for him to make eye contact with you once more but it never came.

Your friends were starting to pick up on the tension between you and Jisung the longer the night went on, eyes flickering back and forth from each of you throughout each game. Haechan and Jungwoo even made a bet that Jisung would confess his feelings first.

All of the boys knew about your little crush on Jisung, except for the poor boy himself. It aggravated you sometimes how blind he could be but toying with his innocence from time to time was exhilarating. The thought of corrupting the poor guy made you more turned on than you’d like to admit.

_____

It was past 2 am when the boys announced their departure, and you couldn’t help but pout at the thought of Jisung leaving so soon.

“Why can’t you guys just stay over for the night? Haechan has enough rooms and blankets for you guys,” Your eyes found their place on Haechan before he nodded in approval at your suggestion.

Your friends talked among themselves before deciding on sleeping over, claiming rooms and spaces throughout the house. Xiaojun and Yuta claimed the living room, Haechan and Chenle would use Haechan’s room, Taeil and Jungwoo decided on the guest room, and surprisingly, Jisung was left with you. In your room. Alone.

Jisung gulped hard at the thought of being alone with you while his friends were sleeping. The thought of what you could do to him made blood rush to his cock.

“Alright Jisung, I made you a little platform of blankets in case you want to sleep on the floor, but my bed is always available too,” You winked, your voice getting more seductive as the sentence went on.

Jisung swore you were hinting at something but decided to let it go in case he was wrong. “Thank you, Y/n.” The boy quickly laid down on the floor of blankets, not sparing another look in your direction.

The room was silent after that, the only noises to be heard were the sounds of even breathing. Neither of you were truly asleep and the atmosphere was still tense.

The silence was broken when Jisung spoke up, “Y/n, I just want to apologize about earlier. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward,”

You battled yourself in your head, trying to decide whether or not you should mess with Jisung or just simply go to sleep. It was sad to admit that you let the intrusive thoughts win again.

“Jisung,” You purred, catching the boy by surprise, “You said you needed help, right?” You rolled over to get a clear view of Jisung, eyes landing on your target immediately. Jisung was splayed out on the floor, blankets messily hanging over his long body. One look into his eyes and you could see how weak he was for you.

Climbing out of bed, you took slow steps towards Jisung as if he were your prey. The boy was in nothing but shock as you finally reached his frozen form, straddling him as you sat down on his pelvic area.

The boy under you finally seemed to snap out of his imagination, realizing that this was actually happening. His hands found a place on your hips automatically, blood rushing to his cock against his sweatpants.

You had him in a trance as you set your hands under his t-shirt and onto his body, starting with his abs, moving to his nipples, and back down to his abs again. Jisung was practically panting in anticipation, not a single word leaving either of your mouths.

“Baby boy, you’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t want others to wake up and find us, understood?” Waiting for an answer, you ground yourself down onto his half-hard dick, eliciting a sharp moan from his throat.

“Ah, fuck,- yes, I promise,” he swore, fingers tightening around your sides at the pleasure he received. You continued grinding down onto his cock with a steady pace, not nearly enough friction for you but Jisung seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much. He was a hot mess under you already, squirming and moaning without shame at your ministrations.

You smiled down at him wickedly, the boy under you becoming embarrassed by your continuous stare, Jisung closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure, the fact he was getting close to cumming by a little bit of grinding was humiliating.

“You’re my little toy. Isn’t that right Jisung?”

His gut twisted at your words, he was close. He knew he was going to cum if you kept going. Jisung was ashamed, humiliated by the thought of cumming in his pants. He tried to hold off for a bit longer but hearing a low moan escape your lips was enough to push him over the edge.

With a shudder and a guttural moan, Jisung came in his pants, panting heavily into the air. The sudden motion of your lips on his was too much for him to handle. He kissed back with all of his might, trying to keep up with your sloppy and fast pace.

He must be dreaming. He had to be.

“Y/n… I came,” he blurted, his own eyes finally opening to look back into your own anxiously. He wondered if you were the type for punishments, his dick twitching at the thought.

“It’s ok baby boy, I know you’ve waited so long for this. I’ll let you cum as many times as you want, as long as you repay the favor,”

His eyebrows perked up at your proposal, nodding more eagerly than he meant to. You smiled at the man under you before instructing him to sit up and let you take his spot.

Jisung finally threw the covers off of himself in a hurry, revealing a very obvious damp spot on his sweatpants. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and Jisung was happy it was dark enough in the room for you not to see.

Jisung kneeled before you patiently while you hooked your fingers into the side of your sleeping shorts and panties, wiggling them down your hips slowly, almost as if you were putting on a private show for him.

Jisung licked his lips uncontrollably at the sight of your bare pussy, his cock starting to become hard once again. He had dreamed of this too many times to count. He may not be an expert but he had imagined making you cum so many times before in his dreams.

You spread your legs, pulling them up to your chest. Jisung dived in immediately, a sloppy technique yet good stimulation. The word ‘slow’ wasn’t in his vocabulary at this point. He slurped and groaned into your pussy desperately, a vibration of pleasure traveling through your body.

Jisung panted heavily between breaths, marveling at the sight of your pussy, “Fuck- you taste so good,” He groaned, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You gripped onto his hair tightly, tugging on his roots without mercy. Jisung moaned whenever you pulled at him, only spurring him on more. He was so desperate to make you cum, he needed it so badly.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck-” A hard suck to your clit has you moaning out loudly, back arching off of the floor in pleasure. Jisung wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still while he continues his ruthless ministrations on your pussy.

Jisung glances up at you from in between your thighs. He had never seen anything sexier. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, still pulling at his locks roughly. The moment your eyes met something snapped in him. He desired you, needed you to come undone on his tongue.

He pushed his face deeper against your pussy, desperate to see you, to taste you. “Please, please cum, I need it so bad please,” He begged, sucking your clit with fervor.

You were a mess. Thighs shaking and eyes lidded from pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as Jisung suffocated himself in your pussy, eating you out like a starved man.

Panting, you brought his hand up to your mouth before sucking on his digits while maintaining eye contact, “Finger me, baby, make me cum,” You instructed.

Jisung was no professional but he was sure good at what he was doing. He mentally high-fived himself at the remembrance of studying the female body a couple of weeks ago, the information reminding him to curl his fingers and find your ‘g-spot’.

Inserting his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, Jisung attached his mouth back onto your clit, sucking hard. The wet sounds of your pussy and the two of you moaning were the only sounds that filled the air. You moaned out a little too loudly, secretly hoping the walls weren’t as thin as they seemed.

The boy fingered you with intensity, curling his fingers up into your g-spot with precision.

This boy is insane, you thought.

Your hips arched off of the floor once more and your thighs trembled, fighting to close themselves from the immense pleasure you were receiving.

Jisung panted into your pussy pleading for you to come undone once more, “I need to taste you so bad, please cum Y/n I can’t take it- fuck,” Jisung rutted his hips into the soft blankets beneath him desperately, stimulating himself just enough to feel an orgasm coming. The longer he fingered you the more frantic he became, fingers disappearing in and out of you hurriedly, his hips frantically thrusting into the mattress, wishing it was your wet cunt.

With a final suck on your clit and pump of his slim fingers you were gone. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your back arched with pleasure, hips stuttering as you came on Jisungs tongue.

Moments later, Jisung moans, a high-pitched tone that signals he was cumming. Tears pricked at his eyes from how hard he came, his vision becoming blurry. He couldn’t stop cumming. It felt like an eternity before he let out a choked sob, burying his face into the side of your thigh while panting heavily.

You chuckled out of breath, fingers lazy combing through Jisungs hair. Your eyes closed at the loss of energy but Jisung still had other plans. The boy licked at your dripping folds softly, trying his hardest to lick up all of the cum leaking out.

A whine left your lips at the feeling, too weak to push his head away from your oversensitive opening. “Jisung- shit, take your shirt off and lay down,” You ordered, Fingers continuing to brush through his locks.

His tongue left your pussy in an instant, flinging his shirt off of his body and moving to lay flat on his back once again. The boy gulped in anticipation as you crawled over him, hands feeling his body until you reached his sensitive cock. You palmed his cock eagerly, he was nowhere near small.

Jisung held his breath in impatience, wondering what you would do to him. You pulled his sweatpants down in a flash, marveling at the sight of his unrestrained cock.

Jisung groaned in embarrassment at the sight of you staring at his dick so shamelessly, shutting his eyes sheepishly. Your hands softly made their way up his body, reaching their destination at his neck.

The boy under you gasped softly at the feeling of your fingers tracing along the veins in his neck, almost as if you were hesitant. “I’ll do that another time, I don’t think you’re ready,” Jisung was clueless at your actions as you continued mindlessly tracing along his neck.

“I need to know that you want this Jisung,” You were being stern, letting him know that if he wanted you to stop that you would in an instant.

He nodded eagerly at your words, “Don’t stop… please,”

In a swift movement, your lips were on his neck, kissing along the expanse of his jaw in the process. Soft moans escaped the boy’s mouth as you continued, slowly kissing your way down his body.

Jisung shuddered against your touch as you went lower and lower, kissing against his lower abdomen teasingly. Just as Jisung was about to tangle his hands in your hair when you suddenly pulled away from his touch.

“I don’t think you deserve to be sucked off yet,” you teased, fingers finding their place around his hard cock, “how about I help you out with my hand instead?”

Jisung was completely hard again, his cock standing straight against his abdomen. He was completely under your power, whining at the contact. He was so sensitive due to his prior orgasms, already trying to wiggle free from your grasp.

Jisung placed his hand on yours that was wrapped around his cock, “Y/n, I-I can’t cum anymore… it hurts,” he whined, eyes shut tight at the pain.

“I know you can baby, one more time for me?” Your pleading made him cave sooner than expected, a simple nod from Jisung was all the permission you needed before slowly moving your hand up and down around his cock.

Jisung cried out, loud enough that anyone in the house could hear. You pulled your hand away from his cock immediately, scolding him for his loudness with your stern expression.

Your eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for a particular item. Bingo. You quickly grabbed your panties from beside your sweaty bodies and stuffed them into Jisung’s mouth without hesitation, a surprised gasp emitting from his mouth at the suddenness of it all.

“If you want to cum again you have to be a good boy for me and take what I give you, ok?” Under you, Jisung nodded instantly, a muffled “yes” slipping from his lips.

Once again, you wrapped your hand around Jisung’s cock, a muffled hiss coming from the boy beneath you. His cock was so sensitive from orgasming twice already, he didn’t think he could handle your fist wrapped around his cock for long before he exploded again.

You started pumping your closed fist around his dick slowly while paying attention to his facial expressions. He was fucked out already, eyes shut tight in the pain and pleasure you had reigned upon him.

Suddenly moving faster, a choked moan escaped his lips, hips bucking up to fuck himself into your hand faster. Your hand felt so good, Jisung was in absolute euphoria at the feeling.

You didn’t try to stop him from fucking himself into your hand, you just watched him; watched as hot tears slipped down his face from the overwhelming sensation called you.

Strangled moans and the slickness of your fist jerking Jisung off with fervor were the only audible sounds in the room.

You could tell Jisung was close by the way his muffled groans grew louder, and the way his thrusts into your hand began to get sloppy was an unmistakable sign of his incoming orgasm.

“Oh my god- shit, please don’t stop” Poor Jisung. He had no idea what you were planning, did he?

“I’m so close” And just like that, your hand was off of his dick once again.

Jisung cried out into your panties, begging you to let him cum. He looked like an absolute mess; misplaced pieces of hair, tears streaming down his face, the red tint on his skin. It was all because of you, and the thought turned you on to no end.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I think you deserve your reward now. Think you can handle it?”

Immediately, he was nodding, the only source of communication between the two of you. You watched as Jisung tensed up under your touch as you placed your hand back onto his sensitive dick for the last time that night.

Deciding it had been long enough, you removed your panties from Jisungs mouth, a trail of spit latched onto them from the boy's mouth.

“I can’t take it, please… please I’m so close.” Jisung was whimpering under you, his legs twitching from the amount of pleasure he was receiving from your actions. Tears stained Jisungs cheeks as he begged for you to let him come undone, and you wanted to reward him for being so good for you tonight.

You stroked his tears away and used your free hand to latch your fingers through his own in reassurance, letting him know he could finally explode. “I’m gonna cum- fuck-“ a harsh moan began to rip through his throat, your lips immediately silencing the noise with a passionate kiss as he came in your hand, hips bucking in satisfaction.

When Jisung went completely still under you. Your fist finally left his now softening cock, a shudder leaving his body in unison with your actions.

Questioning his well-being, you lifted yourself away from his body, setting yourself on his upper thighs. “How about I get you cleaned up? Just stay right here I know you’re tired.”

Jisung whined as your warm body left his, searching for the right supplies to get him all cleaned up. As you returned, the poor boy was fast asleep on the blanket-covered floor, face stained with tear marks and a mess all over his abdomen.

Softly waking Jisung from his slumber, you cleaned him gently, soon offering him a pair of Haechan’s old sweatpants. “You can sleep in my bed with me if you want to Jisung.” You suggested, a soft tone that made his heart melt. A sluggish nod was all it took for him to come climbing into your bed with you, instantly tangling himself onto you for cuddles. He dozed off rather quickly, your hands softly cradling through his hair to help him have a good night's sleep.

“Xiaojun! Run me my motherfucking money!” Your body jolted awake at the sound of a familiar voice yelling down the hall, only to realize Yuta was standing in your doorway, a clear view of Jisungs face nuzzled into your chest fast asleep.

Jumping out of bed, you slapped Yuta on his shoulder playfully, a smirk etching its way onto your features, “Get out!” slamming the door and locking it in his face was your only source of privacy.

You yawned, turning back around to face your bed where Jisung lay, eyes now open and peering into your own. “So, about last night-” you started.

“I enjoyed it. I really did Y/n,” His sudden outburst surprised you but you remained silent, letting the boy finish. “I really want to do it again but uh- if you don’t want to we don’t have to... I mean...” 

A smile made its way onto your face as he continued with his rambling, “... I just really like you and uh- I wanted to ask if you would like to go out with me sometime,” He looked away awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness.

You could never reject a kind soul like Jisung, and he still had so much more to learn. You liked that idea. Going on a real date with Jisung after secretly crushing on him for almost three years.

“I’d like that Jisung,”

In all honesty, he was not expecting you to say yes. The boy jumped out of bed and ran to scoop you up into a tight, warm embrace that swept you off your feet. “I’m so happy you said yes,”

Jisung planted his lips against yours in a sudden kiss, but this time it was different. Last night your kisses were rushed and sloppy, but now, they were meaningful and soft.

Pulling away, the two of you stared into each other's eyes, and you realized you were both genuinely happy. 

That was all that mattered to you.

A/n: This might be a little bad LMAO. Ya’ll, I’m a little bit rusty after going on my hiatus but I hope you still enjoyed reading <3