#jisung hard thoughts

[byuntrash101]

dirty laundry & wet dreams

reader x perv!han smut | mdni 2.4k jisung has a big fat crush on you and the only way he can cope with his feeings is to jack off to the thought of you with the clothes he's stolen nsfw tags under the cut

perv!jisung, roommates AU, somnophilia (that means non con), bodywhorship (f), panty snifffer!han, scent kink, jisung is just obssesed with you tbh, jisung takes pictures of you while you sleep, getting caught kink, groping, masturbation (m), oral (f), squirting, cum eating

a/n: i have been thinking about this for a long a time. thank you everyone that voted for han i think the perv thing suits him he just extra pervy and we love to see it <3 also dont mind me being obsessed with his hair (im fine) (no im not)

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Jisung sighed in frustration again. Still nothing! He’s been salvaging your laundry basket for this past week and there’s nothing he’s interested in. 

He settled for your dirty gym tank top and stuffed it in his pocket before leaving the shared bathroom and heading to his room.

You see, Jisung has had a silly little crush on you for a year now and that’s the only way he knows that helps him cope. That way he can act normal to you during the day, doing standard roommate stuff, like sharing a meal or watching anime together on your tiny laptop screen set on the coffee table in your student flat.

That way he can do all these without catching his eyes plunging into your cleavage showing every time you bent down a little to scoop food into your mouth. Or he can keep his hands to himself when you're sitting so close to him in the small couch, when your beautiful thighs are pressed to his own and he feels this rush through his body, grabbing a cushion to hide away the growing problem in his groin. His thumb lightly brushing over it under the cushion as he laughs at the show and comments casually on it with you. As if it’s nothing. 

Because he knows at night he’ll swipe your PJ's and press them to his face as if he was ready to absorb them through his nostrils. Snort your scent like a drug and let it take him to ecstasy, his mind traveling to a place where you are his, where he can smell and taste you. where he can feel your heated lips on his, where he can hear your blazing skin clashing against his, where he can feel how tight you are, how wet you are just for him, trembling, shaking, moaning for him.

But tonight it doesn't work. He took the sport top off his face out of frustration. He stayed there immobile laid on his bed as the heavy and hot  summer air engulfed itself through his cracked window. 

The smell doesn't do it for him… Of course it’s nice, it smells like you! But it also smelled like perfume and deodorant… that he didn’t like he liked your true smell, like nature intended it! To him you didn't need these artifices, your most natural self was perfect.

That’s why he would always steal your PJ’s because usually you hop in the shower at night then hop into your night clothes and spend the night in them, beautifully infusing them with your divine scent and refined flavour and Jisung would steal them in the morning to soil them at night. That was his perfect routine. He doesn't know why you’re keeping your dirty PJ’s in your room now, not putting them in the basket every morning like you used to. 

But tonight he decides it’s too much, it’s been weeks he hasn’t been able to take a good whiff of your scent and he decides he’s just going to get the clothes directly from your bedroom. Before he has the chance to chicken out he slips on his shorts back and heads to your room.

He almost levitates in the hall. He feels a light warm breeze on his bare chest as he tiptoes to your room. 

Thankfully your door is pressed shut not locked he doesn't even have to push on the creaking handle just lightly push in the door. But his heart stops when he spots you.

You are sound asleep, the city lights seeping from your open window, the light summer wind gently blowing on your heated and soft skin. Your breath quietly whistles as the air slither in and out of your lips between your teeth. Your hair beautifully spilled onto the pillow. You are absolutely breathtaking and also completely nude.

Jisung hears his heart beat in his ears, the accelerated blood flow drilling in his eardrums, making his chest heave up and down silently, sucking in one shaky breath after the other.

He only wanted to swipe a top and maybe a pair of panties from you he never ever even dared to hope to find you like this. Spread on your bed in all your glory. Never has he had the privilege to have such a view so he admired your body for long seconds, without a care for the discarded PJ’s next to your bed. Those were the last things on Jisung’s mind right now. 

He was only obsessed with you, with the way you breathed so calmly, with the way the light breeze made your perfect nipples harden, with the way your heavenly face seemed so peaceful, so tranquil with both your arms resting beside it as you laid on your back, your breast lightly spilling to your sides. Your beautiful legs extended in front of you. You looked fabricated, too perfect to be earthly. A piece of art, a masterpiece, a perfection only achievable by God themselves. 

Jisung swallowed thickly as he velvet traded to your bedside, entranced by your form. His eyes trailed down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach and even lower. What he wouldn’t give for you to spread your legs. Just a little so he could have a small peak at the object of his every thought. The secret and mysterious wonder he has been only able to imagine for this past year. If only you could just move, just a little bit.

Squeeeeek

One of the boards of the wooden floor creaked as Jisung stepped on it. He froze in his tracks, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows knitting on his forehead. He stayed completely still and held his breath, his eyes instantly snapping back to your face. And he prayed, he prayed so piously in silence that you wouldn’t wake up to see him hunched over you like a creep.

And his prayers were answered. You didn’t wake up, instead you just lightly squirmed and parted your thighs.

Jisung’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes fell lower on your frame again, only this time it was right on your center. The brunette couldn’t believe his eyes he couldn’t process. You were absolutely beautiful. Every inch of you, from head to toe, was perfection and he couldn’t help but to stare you down right between the legs. 

But the uncomfortable feeling of his shorts restricting his hard on brought him back. There was no way he could just swipe the PJ’s now and go back. He couldn’t do it, whatever it was that he was trying to do in his room and failing miserably he had to do right here, right now. Why would he go back and imagine you when he could simply look at you?

With a shaky breath and trembling hands he whipped his painfully hard cock out. He didn’t even bother tugging down the shorts, only passing the member through one of the legs of the shorts. 

He grabbed his dick at the base firmly and slowly pulled his closed fist up to his tip, pressing the precum out of the slit.

Fuckkkk

He wanted to say this outloud but he possibly couldn’t. He couldn't risk waking you up.

A large bead of precum rolled out of his slit and down his shaft which he caught between his fingers, picking up the pace.

He wanted to go slower; he wanted to take his time looking at you and milking himself for you. But he couldn’t. He was too riled up, looking at you peacefully sleeping, unsuspecting of what he was doing right over you. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his fist did around his hard cock. 

Jisung accelerated again, eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt himself inching closer to his release, he let out a barely audible grunt and immediately his eyes snapped up to your face which was still tranquil. He didn’t stop jacking himself off, soon the slick noises of his precum coated dick erupted but he couldn’t stop and you were so profoundly asleep that you seem like you didn’t notice the agitation around you.

Jisung felt himself twitch in his hand; he was so close. So close for you. 

Y/n, I’m cumming for you

Jisung screamed in his mind only moments before he crossed the edge, his upper body shuddering from ecstasy as he tensed his thighs, big spurts of thick white cum squirting from his pulsing and throbbing cock as he let his jaw hang loose. Thick ropes of hot cum crashing all over your stomach, thighs and even between your parted legs lazily dripping over your folds.

He was so entranced by your nude body layed and spreaded out for him to see that he didn’t think about the mess he would create if he let himself go right here but it was too late now and the mess was done. 

He fished out his phone from the pocket of his shorts. If he was already deep in it he might as well take a souvenir. He checked approximately two hundred times that his phone was on mute and that he didn’t have the flash on before snapping a few pictures of this breathtaking scene. Your body as his canvas and his warm cum as the art. 

Jisung started to panic when you started to squirm again, stuffing the phone back in his pocket, he looked over the room in a hurry maybe hoping to find a rag of sorts but there was nothing and he just stood there with his lip between his teeth once again praying that he didn't wake you. But fortunately you settled down again.

So that's when he had the craziest but possibly most brilliant idea he’s ever had. The only way to thoroughly leave your room without leaving clues was to eat his own cum off you. 

He thought about it for a second. If he used one of your clothes hanging on your chair, you would certainly notice the white stains later when you were going to do your laundry. If he took back the piece of clothing and washed it himself you would also notice your shirt disappear and magically reappear clean and folded…

So with this reasoning he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue out, inching closer to your stomach. He laid his tongue flat and swiped it across your burning skin, he scooped the thick and sticky cum right into his mouth. The strong bitter and salty taste took over his tastebuds. He then went down to clean his mess on your thighs and finally to your center.

He swiped his tongue across your folds. Much to his surprise -and contentment- he tasted something else blending with his own taste. 

You.

He looked back for a second to notice the slight glimmering of your slick barely peaking between your folds. Jisung couldn't hold back from bringing his nose to your center, taking a big whiff of you. 

So that’s what sex with you would smell like. He carefully licked again. That's how it would taste like. Both of your flavours and scents beautifully mixing to result in this intoxicating cocktail that was making Jisung’s head spin.

The addicting flavour spread through his mind like wildfire setting his soul ablaze. He licked again, this time a little less gentle and right on your clit.

And he froze when you let out a barely audible, very quiet little moan. Jisung felt his skin crawl back onto his flesh, the hairs of his forearms standing. He looked at you again, you were still sound asleep.

Was it possible that somehow you were feeling him between your thighs while you were still dreaming. Jisung didn’t know. The only thing that was certain to him was that he needed more of you. He licked again and he was rewarded by another moan followed by the brief mention of a word. A word he heard a thousand times hanging from your sweet lips. A word so mundanely banal. His name.

His name slipped out of your pretty mouth to crash onto him, hitting him right in the chest. His name said so perfectly.

“Jisung…aaah” you moaned softly, almost whimpering.

He froze again and carefully peeled his eyes off your center to look at your face. But you appeared to be still sleeping. So it meant you were dreaming of him. Your body felt good and your mind chose him to explain this feeling. 

He couldn’t take it anymore he started to swirl his tongue around your clit. Everything was just too much. Your divine nude form layed on the bed, your smell, your taste and now your voice moaning his name.

Jisung didn't want this to ever stop. He started to move his tongue rapidly around your now swollen little bundle of nerves as he jerked off his cock again with both his hands. Rutting inside his fists like a street dog in heat as he feasted on your taste, lapping at your entrance and plunging his tongue inside of you to swipe his tongue back up to your swollen clit, sucking around the erected nub until you were breathless, pearls of sweat rolling on your forehead. 

Jisung felt you throb on his tongue and suddenly your body tenses up, your head thrown back and you squirted all over his open and welcoming mouth. He relished on your cum, swallowing your release in big gulps as he made himself cum again with you, careful to only spill his seed in his hand this time around. Mind numbing euphoria coursing through his body from his lower stomach. He gently guided you through your orgasm, softly lapping at your throbbing clit until your body went limp.

***

Jisung started eating breakfast before you this morning. He couldn't help but smirk when you emerged from the hall with small groggy eyes.

“Hey sleepy head!” he greeted you with this signature adorable smile, his fluffy cheeks rising like bread dough. You responded by a sleepy groan.

“Actually I think I dreamt of you” You frowned trying to recall the blurry memories of the dream…

Jisung’s wholesome smile turned into a sly smirk as he attempted to hide it in his cereal bowl.

“Oh really?”

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a/n: sooo how was it????? did you like it??? my first han fic and it broke me tbh. like im sucker for perv han i just love him okay? this blog is the official perv han lover support group <3

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[straykeedz]

reader’s first time with han jisung

a/n: wrote this on my phone so bare with me if it’s shit. next will be seungmin and jeongin to complete the series.

tw: afab!reader ; virgin!reader & virgin!jisung ; foreplay ; oral (both f and m receiving) ; protected intercourse ; aftercare ;

wc: 1272 words

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smut. minors dni. 18+.

you’d probably be each other’s firsts, and it’d be so freaking cute and wholesome too 🤧;

with him i feel like it’d happen spontaneously after a few months? don’t get me wrong dude’s horny but he’s also incredibly shy whenever it comes to intimacy, especially if you’re both inexperienced;

he wants you to have a good time with him and he wants to make you feel good and the fact that he doesn’t know how to kinda makes him feel insecure :( ;

so you guys would probably have looooots of foreplay during the early stages of your relationship - he wants know how to touch your body the right way and he’s so eager to learn!!!

“like this?” “you like it when i touch you here?” “how do you want me to move my fingers?”

becomes a blubbering mess when you touch him, tho - he’d moan and grunt nonstop and let’s be real, probably cums in two seconds flat the first time you go down on him 🤧 ;

i feel like your first time together would happen kind of casually, neither of you actually planned it to happen on that day, but you still were prepared - which means he’d previously bought condoms and lube ;

you had talked about it before of course, and you were on the same page about it - you wanted to sleep with each other, you just weren’t in any rush. it’ll happen when it’ll happen ;

so maybe you’re at his place on a lazy afternoon, and what’s better than eating popcorn and other junk food with your boyfriend while watching anime in bed?

but of course you can’t keep your hands to yourselves whenever you’re around each other can you?

like i said, dude’s horny and you are too, so it’s only natural ;

you’d start touching him over the clothes at first, but he’d be focused on the anime ;

you’d start by touching his arms, trying to feel them over the thick material of his hoodie, then his stomach, and then you’d sneak your hand under the piece of clothing, feeling his warm skin against yours ;

you’d move your hand up, up, up until your fingers would brush one of his nipples - he’d try his best to suppress a moan, you know he’s sensitive there :( ;

then you’d decide to tease him a lil bit by toying with the soft, curly hair of his happy trail - you do it quite often even in a non-sexual way ;

only when you slip your hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear would he turn his head to look at you, looking extra cute with his boba eyes and round glasses ;

“you don’t like it?” he’d ask, referring to the anime you’re watching “is it boring? we can watch something else, jagi.”

“i’m just interested in something else right now,” you palm his chubby, still kind of limp dick, feeling the way it’s starting to get hard under your touch ;

the anime is soon forgotten, jisung gripping your t-shirt tight as you stroke him the way he likes it ;

he slips his own hand in your underwear, the pads of his fingers brushing all of your most sensitive spots slowly and delicately ;

“baby,” he bites on your shoulder, cock leaking so much already, “m-more, baby. need your mouth on me, baby, please. i’ll go down on you after, promise.” ;

the very thought of his mouth on you is enough to make your head spin, but you do have something else in mind ;

“i was thinking… maybe we could take things further?”

he’d be confused at first, tilting his head to the side and blinking at you - then realization would hit him ;

“oh. baby, are you… are you sure?”

“hm,” you nod, “i’ve been ready for a while i think.” he’d lowkey start to panic. you notice, of course. “i mean- we don’t have to. it was just an idea.”

“i want to,” he’d blurt out. “i want to. i really do. just- promise me you’re sure and you won’t regret it.”

“promise, baby. i could never regret anything with you.” and he’d feel instantly a lot better.

foreplay. a must. especially because he’s sure he’s gonna embarrass himself by cumming too fast. again ;

so you’d go down on him first, and he’d return the favor, eating you out sloppily, moaning against your pussy as he laps up at your arousal. crush his head between your thighs and he’ll propose to you right now. also adds his fingers to stretch you out ‘cause he doesn’t want to hurt you :( ;

the condom is a must!! especially because he’s 100% sure he’ll bust soon and you’re not on birth control yet ;

kinda doesn’t know how to put it on tho so you do it for him <3 ;

“how do you know how to put a condom on but i don’t?”

“didn’t you take sex ed at school?”

lots of goofy talk to ease the tension <3 ;

intertwines your fingers and looks into your eyes as he presses the head of his cock inside of you ;

he’s really thankful you sucked him off and made him cum before otherwise he’d have busted immediately at the feeling of how tight you are around him ;

panic washes all over him when he sees you scrunching your nose and stops even though he’s literally only halfway inside of you ;

“baby. baby? does it hurt? is it that bad?”

it doesn’t hurt, it’s just uncomfortable and unfamiliar, you expected much worse from what you’d read on those online articles. he visibly relaxes once you tell him that ;

you’d pull him closer. “how does it feel for you?”

“amazing,” he’d let out a pained whimper. “it’s wet and- and hot. like your mouth, but better. i mean, i love your mouth, don’t get me wrong, it’s just-“ ;

like i said, goofy talk and lots of rambling <3 ;

he loves the feeling already, his body kind of moving on it’s own, fucking into you slowly, his body fully pressed on yours ;

kisses you a lot but on the cheek and neck because he wants to listen to the sounds you make ;

he lets out the prettiest moans, especially if you play with his hair as he’s inside you ;

don’t clench around him otherwise he’ll cum on the spot. “baby- baby. don’t. please. wanna last for you,” he’d beg. “wanna make you feel good.” ;

praise. he’d praise you soooo much, telling you every single thing about you he finds beautiful (spoiler: everything). will 100% blush if you do the same, “jagiiii~” ;

even though he’d love to come together with you at the same time, it probably won’t happen the first time you sleep with him - it’s okay, it just means he’ll make you cum with his mouth once again <3 ;

he’ll cum after what to him felt like an hour but were probably just twelve minutes, filling the condom with a broken sob - the feeling of your walls wrapped around him being too much ;

like i said - he makes you cum a second time with his tongue and lips even though you reassured him, telling him it’s fine, that you’re sarisfied. he’d insist. “no way my baby won’t cum on her first time with me. you just wait until i get better. i’ll make you cum so hard, baby, i promise.” and he will ;

you’ll take a shower together, taking turns washing each other’s bodies and hair. lots of kisses under the hot water ;

asks you a million questions once you’re cuddled up in bed. “how was it?” “was it good?” “did you like it?” “you’re not just telling that to spare my feelings, right?” “i was terrible, wasn’t i?” “i’ll understand if you don’t want to sleep with me ever again.”

you do sleep with him again. fifteen minutes later.

ngl i kinda wanna write a drabble about this….

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testing. . . | pjs

synopsis: the plan was to make cookies before your boyfriends bestfriends came over, so why are you getting fucked on the counter instead?

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dom!jisung x fem reader

warnings : smut, kind of caught, rough kitchen sex, marking, three-ish rounds, squirting

it wasn’t long before jisungs friends would start arriving, all you had done so far was decide which cookies to make. jisung wasn’t much help since he had been complaining all afternoon about how horny he was.

you two had just moved in together and he believed that you needed to test which place was best to have sex in your apartment. you on the other hand, disagreed, saying he should be more worried about introducing you to his friends.

jisung wasn’t going to give up though.

he sneaked behind you as you dropped your phone on the counter, placing his hands on each side of you trapping you in his arms.

“babe move, your friends are coming soon.”

you said, really wanting to leave a good impression on them. jisung shook his head and just placed kisses on your exposed neck. his hands slowly moving to the waist band of your shorts. you couldn’t help but let quiet moans fall from your lips, he always knew how to get his way with you.

he smirked, moving one of his hands to your neck while the other slid underneath your ass. with a swift motion, he lifted you onto the countertop, pressing his hips into you, grinding in between your legs eagerly.

before you knew it, both of your pants were off. jisung lining himself up in front of you with a cheeky smile on his face. as he slid in and out of your wet pussy, he gripped your legs tightly, pulling them up higher on the counter. he groaned in pleasure as you matched his thrusts, your walls squeezing him tightly.

your mouth dropped open as obscene moans left your lips. he watched your face contort in ecstasy, moaning softly as he continued to slam his cock inside you.

“this might be my favourite spot..”

he whispered into your ear, biting it after. your back arched over the counter, feeling yourself squirt on him. his eyes widened when it happened, feeling his own orgasm building quickly.

“holy shit-”

he moaned out, shooting hot ropes of his cum inside of you, your moans growing louder than before, he started panting heavily as he came down from his high. he looked down at you with wide eyes, still breathing hard after coming so much.

"fuck, you have to do that again baby.."

he whispered quietly, sliding his still hard and leaking member out of your hole before slamming it back in again harshly, making your body rock upwards. you moaned his name repeatedly, enjoying how good he felt inside you.

he leaned over you, giving you the chance to bite his neck as he pounded away, unable to hold back his own pleasure.

"you’re so perfect. made just for me" he groaned, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "jisung i think-." you groaned loudly as you squirted a second time, this time getting it on his face.

he felt your juices hit his face, but didn't slow down as he slammed deep inside you one last time, filling you up with his seed once more. your moans became raspier, as your voice began giving out.

"i cant get enough of you" he panted, leaning over your chest as he caught his breath. he chuckled deeply, looking down at you as he began to slowly thrust in and out of your quivering hole, driving you wild with pleasure. "there we go baby. that’s it." he whispered, his fingers tracing little circles on your covered tits as he continued to fuck you deeply. you couldn’t help but scream his name, biting his neck again, leaving dark marks all over, your nails scratching at his chest.

in the midst of it all, your doorbell started ringing. his eyes widened slightly when he heard the doorbell ring, though he still pounded away at you relentlessly. "oh? they must be here already?" he teased, moving a little faster so you could both cum.

you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning into his ear. “pull out ji.. fuck..” he nodded, his pace gradually decelerating until he finally pulled out of you. he quickly put on his sweats and signalled you to go upstairs.

he ran to the door after you made your way up, accidentally swinging it open all the way. his friends all stared at him with unexplainable looks on their faces before bursting out laughing.

1. he forgot to put on a shirt.. 2.his neck was covered with little red marks and 3, his hair was a mess. all of his friends knew exactly what was going on. even worse, they heard you screaming his name.

out of embarrassment, jisung slammed the door on them, stuttering out a small yell,

“c-come back next week!”

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[neocentral]

i need more perv virgin jisung. maybe you invite him into your room to talk or chill, something innocent, but just the fact that your scent is strong makes him unbelievably needy. he tries to push through it, he really does. he wants you so bad that hes sitting there malfunctioning in front of you. he's turning bright red, and thats when you realise the kind of person he is; a perv who would probably do anything for you.

also my first time sending an ask. is this good ? and ive heard people can have emojis. i want to be 🐈 anon. im excited to see what youll come up with!

of course!

rating: 18+. mdni.

word count: 1.4k

content: perv!virgin!jisung x reader, masturbation (m), no plot jisung's just horny n kinda subby

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part one

Jisung stands stiffly, feeling guilty and overwhelmed to be in your bedroom again. Though this time he was invited in. He wasn’t some pathetic, horny pervert who invaded your privacy and stole your used underwear. He was a guest. You wanted him there. You had leaned on his doorframe dramatically, perfume wafting over to where he sat in his gaming chair. He cursed the wind blowing through his window as he immediately felt himself growing aroused by the light scent.

Jisung had rejected your offer, not wanting to test the restraint he knew he didn’t have, but he couldn’t put up much of a fight when you whined, irresistible pout playing on your lips. “Ji, please hang out with me.” 

And now, Jisung can’t focus with you sitting so close to him, your scent stronger inside your small bedroom. He occupied his mind by looking around, taking in the decorated space. Framed pictures and one too many mirrors on the walls and shelves lined with your favorite things. His eyes meet your hamper, clothing hangs off the sides and he quickly adverts his eyes, trying to ignore the tingle in his stomach as he thinks back to the filthy panties he had stolen days before hidden in his bedside drawer.

The amount of times he had used the flimsy underwear was downright embarrassing. Even the simple sight of them shoved between various items in the small drawer made him so hard that he couldn’t resist another go like the insatiable, desperate virgin he is. Unfortunately for him, release after release had stiffened the fabric and tainted your intoxicating scent with his own natural musk, but he couldn’t stop. He had even considered making his way into your bedroom once more and stealing another pair. Would you notice? Surely you wouldn’t. 

You're perched so prettily on the edge of your well-made bed, looking up at him with your hypnotizing eyes when he leaves his head. Jisung thinks that if he were to jerk his hips forward, your mouth would meet where he needed you most. His hands make their way to his crotch as he tries to hide his swelling bulge. He looks away, swallowing as you begin to push your hair away from your face, keeping your eyes on him. 

“Jisung,” you laugh, “why do you look so scared? Sit.” You pat the space beside you.

Jisung doesn’t want to sit. He can’t bring himself to sit, fearing that you’ll see how hard he has gotten just from your presence if he makes any sort of movement. 

Despite his efforts, the slow shifts of his hands only draw your attention towards the prominent bulge poking at his pants. “Oh,” you breathe as your gaze falls downward. 

“S-sorry,” Jisung stutters, attempting to fully conceal his length. He feels himself twitch underneath his hand and he can only imagine how pathetic he actually looks, skin bright and burning, panicked and embarrassed and shamefully, pathetically hard.

You look him up and down. “It’s okay,” you say, eyes trained on the way his fingers stretch over his clothed cock. “I can see why you look so uncomfortable.”

He simply exhales, fearing what would come out of his mouth if he opened it. You watch him carefully, “take it out.” 

Jisung freezes, eyes snapping upward, “w-what?”

“C’mon, Ji,” you smile and Jisung feels like he might melt, “let me see.”

It doesn’t take much convincing because as always, your wish is his command. Jisung obliges, removing his large hand from his erection. Your eyebrows move slightly, your interest seemingly piqued. His thumb pushes into the waistband of his pants and he slowly pushes it down. His sweats fall to his ankles easily and he would’ve cringed at the quick exposure if he wasn’t so aroused.

You stare intently, running your eyes up and down his length, along every prominent vein and soft, upward curve. Jisung’s humiliated, hating, but loving the way you stare at his cock. It stands proudly, jumping and twitching uncontrollably as it craves to be touched. A dribble of precum leaks from him, sliding down the cherry red head. It forms a sticky string as it begins to fall and he quickly grabs it before it breaks.  

You nod at him, gaze expectant as your pupils move from side to side and observe his half naked body. Jisung gently swirls his finger over his head, taking a deep and uneven breath as he joins you in looking at his twitching cock. Your scent enters his nostrils causing his body to react. He pumps slowly, trying to restrain himself by biting the inside of his cheek. He wonders if you can tell how much of a horny virgin he is by the clear desperation written all over his face as his thighs tense and the veins in his arms and hands rise to the surface. 

“Does it feel good?”

Jisung shudders, nodding. He can make out his reflection in one of the mirrors to his side. He can see his figure colored with a rosy hue and his oversized hoodie that had shifted, exposing his prominent collarbones and a portion of his broad shoulders. The hem of it hangs just above his prick and the hand that tugs needily on it. Apparently, he was pumping himself a lot harder and quicker than he thought. 

Jisung releases a shaky breath letting himself look at you directly. Just a little, he naively tells himself. Of course, it isn’t just a little, he can’t look away from you and your alluring features. Your sweet, soft lips and focused eyes lined with curled lashes and excess eyeliner from your brief outing earlier that day. Even the smallest sliver of skin peaking through the top of your own hoodie has him even more needy. 

“I always knew it, you know,” you glance up at him, meeting his eyes that have been glued to you as he pumps himself frantically, lewd, wet noises followed with every slide of his fist. “I knew you were a little pervert. You’re always running away from me,” you pause. Your head tilts to the side as you ask, “do you want to fuck me, Jisung?”

Jisung can stop the moan that finally forces its way out of him, deep and strained. His eyes shut tightly as he tries to keep himself from cumming. He nods once, the movement small and full of embarrassment. He feels your warm breath against his pelvis as a puff leaves your nose.

He manages to stop his restless pumps but his hips take over, rutting into his fist instinctively. He can feel your heavy stare on him and he dreads the look he’ll be met with once he opens his eyes. Though, he can still see you with his eyes closed, having practiced visualizing your face everytime his hand reached for his swollen length since he met you but knowing that you were actually there, that your scent, warm aura, and enchanting voice were not a figment of his imagination and that made his mind fuzzy.

“Look at me,” you murmur. His eyes open slightly, just enough to see your blurry figure. His eyelids feel heavy and he feels like they might close at any second. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jisung?”

He let out a strangled hum, blowing air into his cheeks as he tightened his hold on himself.

“Say it,” you commanded. 

Your eyes were piercing, causing a flutter in his heart as he looked deeply into them. “Fuck,” he whispered as he released the hot air in his mouth, “m’gonna cum.” 

The closer he came to his climax the more overwhelmed he became. He begins inhaling and savoring your scent in his system, feeling the way it travels through his body and into his brain, lighting up some part of his brain that only seems to present itself around you. A string of curses come out with every rapid breath he takes as his fist pumps his cock with embarrassing fervor. His eyelids feel even heavier but he fights to keep them open, staring at you through the small sliver his lids allowed. 

Jisung uses the last of his mind to move his hand, positioning it before the head of his length. He cums with a whimper, the pearly substance pooling in his palm and staining the low hanging hem of his hoodie. Jisung tries to steady his breathing, feeling his sticky release hot in his hand. 

You grin, “better?”

[neowonderland]

Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes. 

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure. 

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them. 

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs  much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck. 

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

[daisykihannie]

Ot8 skz cock talk

Chan:

His cock is definitely pale on the length and has very prominent veins running along the length.

His cock curves upward in a soft arch perfect for hitting the best spots inside someone.

The head is a soft pink color. The prettiest cock. The pale length matching the pink head perfectly.

The head doesn't protrude off the length much but just a little, perfect crevice to run your tongue along.

He keeps himself shaven or with stubble.

I think he'd be about 8 inches in length and a bit girthy but nothing too thick.

If you can picture the prettiest pink cock, soft and defined, length and girth the perfect size, that's Chan's cock.

Minho:

His length is tan and honey colored with one prominent vein running up the underside of his cock.

It curves slightly to the left but nothing extreme.

It's heavy and about 7 inches long and not as girthy as Chan's.

It's almost delicate looking, as delicate as a cock can look.

The head stands off the length, a deeper crevice between the head and length.

The tip is a pretty mauve color. Pinkish Purple in color, contrasting the tan skin beautifully.

He doesn't like being completely clean shaven so he always has perfectly trimmed stubble.

Changbin:

Heavy and girthy. Tan length as well.

He's about 6.5 inches long but what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth.

VEINY. Multiple obvious veins decorate his length.

The head is a soft brown and pink color.

Again, his cock is heavy in the best of ways. If you can imagine a muscular cock, it'd be the best way to describe Changbin's cock.

It Curves downward because of the weight. His balls on the larger side as well

Stubble is the most pubes he'd have but never completely bare and clean shaven. Man scaping is very important to him.

Hyunjin:

Pretty pretty pretty soft and delicate

Another pale and pink cock. The head a deep pink color bordering on red.

The veins in his cock are visible but not protruding. Keeping it looking so soft.

Clean shaven 24/7. Adding to the feminine and delicate look.

I wanna tie a pretty pink bow around it.

His cock doesn't really have any curve to it, mostly straight but with the tiniest barely visible upward curve.

I think he'd have a long and skinny-ish cock. Maybe 8-8.5 inches and the length the same girth as the head.

Uncut and pretty, the soft pink head poking out of the foreskin but in the prettiest of ways.

He'd have a mole/beauty mark on his pubic bone, right above his cock and slightly to the right. Perfect spot to kiss.

Jisung:

A pretty deep honey color with a red head.

A couple of veins travel the top and sides of the length that poke out more towards the base of his cock.

Either clean shaved or with a tiny bit of stubble. Mostly keeps a small amount of stubble tho but his balls are always clean shaven.

7ish inches long, maybe a tiny bit less. Not particularly girthy but just enough to stretch his partner open for him.

Curves slightly up and to the right. With heavy and pretty balls. His balls don't hang far from his cock.

Picture a pretty, tan, soft, leaky cock and that's Jisung's cock.

His cock is like a mix of soft boy and fuck boy and God does he know how to use it.

Felix:

Pale with a red mushroom head.

Also uncut and pretty.

His cock is on the smaller side at 6-6.5 inches, not very girthy but he knows how to use it.

Curves upward a bit with soft veins going up the length. 2 veins standing out the most

He also stays clean shaven with pink swollen balls.

Another very soft and delicate cock. But very leaky as well.

Resembles Hyunjin's cock the most but shorter with a bright red tip.

Seungmin:

His cock is about the same size as Felix's but a bit more girth to it. Heavy cock.

Tanner than Felix's and Chan's cocks but not as tan as Minho and Jisung's.

He'd have longer pubes. Not a jungle or even a bush but long enough to be softer than stubble but short enough to lay mostly flat to his skin.

I also can't see him being circumcized. the foreskin a soft pink color to match the darker pink color of his head.

His veins aren't very visible but can definitely be felt inside his partner.

Soft downward curve. Not as heavy as any of the others cocks.

Light, delicate, pretty, tan cock. His balls are smaller and don't hang very low.

Jeongin:

Long and pale. Porcelain skin covers the length and a dark purple/pink mushroom tip.

Not girthy at all, his girth is about average but he'd be the longest at 9-9.5 inches.

Not the biggest fan of manscaping but he keeps himself trimmed and pretty.

Smaller but heavy balls that hang a bit lower from his cock.

Beauty marks paint the skin around his cock. Some on his pubic bone, on the inside of his thighs, traveling up to his hips.

Veiny as well but still softer looking. The veins visible but not standing out too much.

He'd have a slight curve to the left and his head would definitely be the leakiest.

Very very sensitive on the tip and the underside of his cock where the most obvious veins is. The vein his partner would love to follow with their tongue.

[andysorbit]

Jisung hard hours MDNI

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Jisung is the type of boyfriend to get off on the fact you're getting off on him. like the fact that he can hear how wet he's making you is one of the main reasons he cums so hard every time. it's the reason his hips keep rocking and bucking into you long after he's spilled his cum inside you. it's the drive that keeps him fucking his cum deep into your messy cunt. it's all for you and because of you.

he wants to stop because it's too much but the way you moan and fall apart around his cock is why he can't stop; knowing that every surge of pleasure and tingle of need that floods you is coming from him drives him into a frenzy. he's obsessed with you- obsessed with how perfectly he fits inside of you, how you always scoot away from him when he firsts penetrates you because you say his cock is too big for you and how you always take him in like it's the first time. slowly and deliciously, you take him deep inside of you and beg him to ruin you.

his hands would squeeze and grope at your pliant body, putting you in whatever position he wants you in and taking you while he reminds you that you're his. he whispers it into your ear, throttles it into your cunt, spits it across your tongue and parted lips, brands it into your skin with a too-tight grip on your face.

he needs to show you how much he loves this- how much he loves you.

[chanandminhoenthusiast]

minsung smut audio

minho has to punish his jisungie after he was being a brat

[tddyhyck]

what about jeno & jisung tag teaming you 👀👀

this is hot ,,, idea time

jisung asking your bf jeno for sex advice maybe he’s shy/nervous and wants to impress someone and jeno tells you jisung has been asking about it and he’s giggling about the questions but you think it’s sweet and adorable of jisung to ask ,, anyways maybe you accidentally mention it to jisung like “how’s it going with the crush any progress” and jisung gets flustered and red and like uhhhh how do you know and well “jeno tells me everything duh” and he relaxes and kinda opens up about it and you’re like “well you just need to find someone to practice with” …. now jisung can’t stop thinking about you saying that like what if you were implying that he should practice with you and maybe you were but you wouldn’t say it to him directly but you would say it to jeno ,,, and jeno is like really? you want dorky lanky shy and embarrassed jisung to fuck you for practice

eventually jisung is between your legs and jeno is beside him and showing him how to eat you out their tongues switching back in forth while jeno gives tips ,,, then jisung’s pushing into you and maybe he’s not getting a rhythm or his thrusts are to shallow like he will hurt you so jeno just grabs his hips and sets the rhythm and pushes jisung deep inside of you ,,, and jeno is telling jisung to “fuck them like you mean it. don’t be a pussy”

ok sry u know i get carried away

[ratedfleur]

⋆˚˖° jisung as your idol boyfriend. °˖˚⋆

pjs x fem reader genre ౨ৎ fluff and smut

It hadn’t been long since Jisung left to prepare for the MAMA awards, he made sure to make you send him off knowing you’d be upset if you didn’t send him off to another of the month’s award show.

You were sitting in front of the tv where you had the livestream playing, you left the intro playing earlier as you quickly bathed and got changed before sitting on the couch with your laptop, ready to make use of the time before the awards would be given out to the groups.

Tapping on your phone, you made sure to leave posts on your x account for Jisung, typing in a little message along with the hashtags.

Minutes later, you placed your attention back on your laptop, answering a few emails here and there as you hummed along to the song being performed by one of NCT Dream’s juniors.

You were busy replying to an email before boredom came to pay a visit, you became restless on the couch, squirming and switching positions just for it to be useless as you set aside your laptop with a pout.

Eyes looking around in the living room, your eyes land on the mirror which was angled to reflect the bedroom’s door. your eyes shift over to the tv which showed one of the rookie groups performing, you pursed your lips before you grabbed your phone and went to the bedroom to change into one of Jisung’s favorite pieces on you.

Between you and Jisung, you were the one with a creative pair of eyes and hands. you loved to become crafty especially in front or even behind the camera.

Getting changed into a pair of white butterfly and flower laced pattern lingerie, you quickly set up your camera by the bed, you made the camera film you as you tried to find the perfect angle, covering your face up with a book as you posed.

You got up and checked on the footage, once you saw a frame with the perfect lighting and position, you went and got changed into your lounge clothes again as you went to transfer the video to your laptop, grabbing the frame before sending it to your phone as you quickly sent Jisung a message once they had a commercial break.

Chuckling at Jisung’s response, you sat on the couch once more in front of your laptop, sending a few emails before focusing on the tv screen.

 NCT Dream’s vcr pulls in, the eyes of each member captivating the fans through the camera, even it got your heart swooning when Jisung appeared on the screen.

You immediately smile when Jisung appears on the stage, starting off their performance— a medley of a few of their songs and dance breaks in between.

Proudly watching, you can’t help but feel your heart swarming with so much love when you see blobs of green glowing in the audience as fans sang along to the songs, screaming when their favorite members appear on the screen. You two can’t help but cheer when Jisung appears, tears brimming your eyes as you laugh at your own silliness when you can’t help but feel proud for Jisung.

A few perfomances from other artists later, a few artists have started to get their awards, greeting their fanbase as a thank you to them.

You stand in surprise when Dream was announced as a winner, you excitedly cheer in front of the tv, smile adorning your face as you watched the boys proudly.

“Nctzens!” Jisung says in front of the mic, making the crowd roar when the man appears on the screen, you too cheer when your boyfriend spoke.

“All I have to say is I am beyond proud to be able to accept this award, words could not explain how grateful I am for this. This is for you!” Jisung says, smiling before he kissed the award.

Once the awardings were done, you went back and finished your emails before you went into the kitchen and fixed up a quick meal for you and Jisung.

The front door beeps, signaling Jisung was home. Excitedly running to the foyer, Jisung stood there with open arms and a smile on his face as you ran into his arms, snuggling into his frame.

“So so proud of you, baby!” you exclaim in his arms, squeezing Jisung which makes him laugh in surprise.

His hands move up to your jaw as he looked down on you, “Now you.. I love you but why’d you tease me like that?” Jisung asked as he kissed you, lips gentle against yours just like how gentle he was holding your face.

Smiling into the kiss, you walk backwards with Jisung still kissing you, making you land on the couch with a soft thud as Jisung towered over you.

His hands quickly work at his slacks, you noticed how Jisung was still wearing his awarding clothes, you helped him take them off to avoid leaving traces of you and him, flinging them on the farthest loveseat as Jisung got busy with you.

Jisung’s lips are gentle on your skin as he marks up your neck, nibbling and sucking on your earlobe as you whine, making him chuckle as he pulls away.

his hands become busy as he pulls on your tank top, Jisung’s mouth waters when he sees you bare underneath your top, making your breasts bounce when he takes your top off. he quickly gets on his knees to take your shorts off, his mouth waters even more when he sees your cunt glistening in your slick as he spreads your legs.

Jisung gets up and kneels in front of your open legs, pushing you further up the couch as he positions himself, hand pumping himself as he angles his cock towards your hole that quickly swallowed his cock up.

You two moan at the same time when Jisung slips into your cunt, walls squeezing Jisung tightly as you took him like a champ. Jisung’s breath becomes uneven when he starts to move, hands becoming clammy as he spreads your legs just for him.

“Love you so much, baby.. Love ya and your cunt— oh fuck..” Jisung curses as you squeeze him when he starts to pick up the pace, making you bounce back and forth on the couch, moans and whines increasing in volume when Jisung starts to fuck you harder.

His cock leaks with pre-cum as he fucks you with intent, balls slapping against your ass as he fucks you vigorously. you start to shake when Jisung’s hands become rough on your skin, fingertips pressing hardly on your thighs as he forces them open when you start to close them.

You moan when Jisung strikes right at your sensitive spot, making him moan in chorus when your walls start to spasm around his cock.

With his fingers gripping your thighs tightly, his fingerprint start to appear, making you whimper with how hard he was holding and fucking you. Jisung watched as he disappeared and reappeared from your cunt, slick dripping out of you after every thrust.

Your own moans began to pathetically increase in volume, even you were convinced that people could hear you in the hall with how hard Jisung was fucking you. Jisung paid no mind to your loud moans, in fact, he loved how loud you were being because it meant that he was making you feel good.

“‘M close..” Jisung grunted as he leaned down, pressing his face against your shoulder, panting as he kept the quick pace as he fucked you.

You gasped once more as your hands grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as you felt yourself nearing your own orgasm. “Will you cum inside? Baby please!” you gasped out once more when Jisung nodded against your skin, moaning a response as he fucked you with such intent that had you moaning out his name repeatedly.

Screaming when Jisung repeatedly hits your spot, you start to squirm underneath him as you screamed his name, head throwing back as you moaned wantonly as Jisung watched you.

“‘M cumming! ‘M cumming, baby please! cum in me!” you whined as you teared up, nearing the edge of your orgasm as Jisung groaned out your name before plowing deep into your cunt as he shot his cum deep in you, making you moan out Jisung’s name as you started to cum all over him, making a mess as Jisung kept on thrusting gently as he came down his own orgasm.

“This is what you get for teasing me, baby.” Jisung chuckles when you slap his arm as you chased your breath. “Can you do one more though?” you ask, watching as Jisung retrieved his head from your neck, “Where do you want it, in the kitchen?” he asks back which makes you laugh as you shook your head at your boyfriend’s silly antics.

  © RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[straykeedz]

day 13: han + public sex

©straykeedz

tw: bff2l; female anatomy; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected piv sex (don't do that at home 🤨); pull out method; cum swallowing (f); ♡

wc: 3,9k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

🎯

It should feel weird - the way your best friend is feeling you up right now, practically grinding his hips against the skin of your ass, one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh, as your bodies move rhythmically to the song playing in the club, but it doesn’t.

It doesn’t, because you and Jisung aren’t just friends. You’re not friends with benefits or anything, actually, it’s just that - you guys have history. And feelings for each other, but you didn’t know this until a few months ago, when he casually confessed it during a night out with you and the guys. Needless to say, you were shocked when those words came out of his mouth - words you never thought you’d get to hear.

“You know - I never told you, but…”, he’d slurred, a bit tipsy but not drunk yet. “I had the biggest crush on you a while ago.”

You’d nearly dropped your drink. 

You were alone, outside the club to get a breath of fresh air, and Jisung had offered to come with you, not wanting you to be alone with a bunch of drunk guys. His confession came out of the blue, shocking you because - fuck, Han Jisung had had feelings for you. And you had had a crush on him. Feelings you’d tried to hard to bury somewhere deep inside of you, feelings you’d sworn to never act on - too scared to ruin your friendship. And now he was there, beside you, an arm over your shoulder and his forehead against your temple, confessing his feelings for you. 

Had, he had said. Not have. There was no need to get your hopes up, he’d clearly gotten over it already. So why was your heart beating fast in your chest? Why were your legs shaking?

“I had feelings for you too.”

That night marked a turning point in your friendship with Jisung, for the both of you, and God knows what would’ve happened if a drunken Felix hadn’t interrupted you. However, despite it being a turning point, you and Jisung never really talked about that night - you just let it slide and never mentioned it.

But things changed between the two of you - not necessarily for the bad. In fact, everyone around you could clearly see that there was definitely something going on between of you, because you’d started to just flirt with each other blatantly. Things never really escalated, tho, and the flirting remained purely platonic. 

Then, you got a boyfriend - not really an official boyfriend, just a guy you were seeing casually -, and the flirting stopped, and you and Jisung went back to being the best friends you’d always been. And then it was his turn to get a girlfriend - and it lasted for a while, until they broke up out of the blue. It was pretty bad, and they didn’t remain on good terms, but Jisung never really told you the true reason why they broke things off with each other. 

As soon as you were both single - the flirting resumed, this time even more obvious, with risqué jokes here and there, and you both got even more touchy than you already were towards each other, to the point that you’d find yourselves cuddling on the couch during movie nights - your legs thrown over his and your head in the crook of his neck, his arms around your body. Kisses on your cheeks and forehead, hand holding, his hands caressing your inner thigh as he was driving, his arm around your waist whenever he had a chance, you sitting on his knees when there were no seats available and your legs were tired - every time you were around each other, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Which leads you to now - his chest pressed against your back, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin as he moves his hips to match the rhythm of the song. You’ve been reciprocating his flirting the whole night, being more touchy than usual, but it’s because tonight - you’re a woman on a mission. This situationship with Jisung has to either level up and escalate into something more, or you have to confront each other about it and decide to stay just friends. 

You can’t go on like this any longer - deluding yourself, thinking this could be something more. You need to know.

So - you purposely grind your ass on his dick while dancing, and you don’t miss the way the grip he has on your waist and thigh tightens as an automatic response, his breath hitches in his throat. You smirk when you feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressed right on your ass, so you grind on it once again. Same reaction, plus a small whimper. Then, his lips brush your ear, his hair tickling your skin. 

“Don’t do that.”, he doesn’t sound demanding - just desperate. 

You turn your face in his direction, nose brushing against his, ass still pressed on his dick. “Do what?”, you try to play dumb and act all innocent. 

“You know what.”, he grins, shaking his head. 

You grind on your ass once again, feeling his hot bulge between your ass cheeks, hard and probably aching, begging to be touched. “Oh, you mean this?”, you giggle. 

He grips your hip tighter, an attempt to stop your movements. “Yeah, this.”, he whines. “Don’t do it, please.”, he mutters, looking you in the eye. 

“Why?”, you brush his nose with yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “Because it makes me wanna have you.”

It makes your heart beat fast in your chest. It makes you wanna have him. Right here, right now. After all, that’s the result you were hoping for. 

“You can have me.”, you whisper on his lips, biting your lower lip.

He opens his eyes immediately, slightly pulling away from you to look you in the eyes - he wants to check if you’re being serious or if you just cracked a joke. But you’re not laughing. In fact, you’re looking at him through your eyelashes, big doe eyes staring at him like he’s your whole world - and he is. 

“What…”

“I want you, too.”, you confess. “I thought I was making it pretty clear with all the flirting back.”, you giggle.

It’s funny how you’re discussing this whole thing when you’re in the middle of the dance floor with people all around you and you have his hard dick pressed against your ass - but it’s now or never. Jisung looks sincerely shocked, but inside his chest his heart just flipped. He doesn’t know how to respond to that, but one thing is sure - he doesn’t want you to think it’s just a physical thing. 

“I want you.”, he admits. “I really do. But I don’t want you to think-“

“I don’t.”, you interrupt him, a smile on your face. 

“How do you know what I was going to say?”, he furrows his eyebrows, but a smile appears on his face, too. 

“Sometimes you seem to forget we’ve been best friends for more than half of our lives.”, you chuckle. 

You both lean in, noses brushing once again as you both close your eyes in anticipation for what’s about to happen. It’s not your first time kissing Jisung, if you were to be honest. You’d been each other’s first kiss back then when you were younger. Then, you nearly kissed again years later - it happened in his bedroom, you don’t even recall how it happened, but you’re sure it’d have escalated into something more if Felix hadn’t barged in the room, making you practically jump away from each other. That guy needs to get a life, seriously. Drunk or not, he’d always find a way to cockblock you. But now he’s not in the proximity of you and Jisung, so hopefully you won’t get interrupted. 

When your lips finally touch Jisung’s - he freezes under your touch for a couple of seconds before he eventually starts kissing you back. There should be a little bit of nervousness, shouldn’t you? You’re kissing your best friend after all. But what’s weird is - it doesn’t feel weird at all. However, the position you’re in feels kinda uncomfortable, and you turn your body to that your chests are now pressing together and his erection is directly brushing your clothed belly while Jisung’s arms are around your waist, pulling you closer. 

The place is crowded, but you feel as if you and Jisung were the only ones here on the dance floor. Soon, you feel his hot tongue brush your lower lip, and you clench your thighs when it slips inside your mouth. You cup his face with one hand with no intention of pulling away from the kiss, resting the other one on his chest, twisting the chains he’s wearing as necklaces with your finger. He has both his hand on your hips, but lets one wander south to reach your lower back, stopping right before the curve of your ass, wanting to make sure you’re okay with this before actually taking things further. You give him a small nod, still kissing him, letting out a small sound against his mouth, and he takes it as a sign to continue. 

He firmly squeezes your asscheek, which causes you to let out a small whimper that makes his head spin because, fuck, he’s the one who’s making you moan right now and he can’t believe it. The tips of his fingers are nearly brushing the hem of your very short dress - a dress you chose for a purpose, and that reminds you of your evil, evil plan for the night. 

You pull away from his lips and he lets out a whine in protest, already missing the way your lips felt against his - divine and just right. Then your lips brush his ear, you want to make sure he doesn’t miss what you’re about to tell him. 

“I’m going commando.” 

He freezes once more, looking at you with big, brown eyes wide open, but his cock throbs inside his boxers nonetheless. You’re giggling, probably finding his reaction weird or cute, while he’s still processing your words. You’re there, in his arms, wearing an incredibly sexy dress, which is also incredibly short, ending just below your ass - and his fingers are currently grabbing said ass, a few inches away from your apparently bare pussy. The thought makes his brain short-circuit. 

“You…” he’s speechless. “You’re not wearing…?”

You shake your head. Does that mean that you planned this? You actually did, but he can’t know it. Nonetheless, he suspicion is enough to make him impatient now. He leans in to make sure you hear him despite the loud music.

“Let’s go to my place.”

You don’t want to go home - you know how it’ll end. It’ll ruin the mood and probably make things awkward if you just postpone it. Not to mention that there’s always the possibility of one of his roommates coming back home, which would be a shame. Things need to escalate between you, and they need to escalate now. So, you shake your head as a no, a for a second Jisung thinks you changed your mind and don’t want this anymore, when it’s actually far from it. 

“I need you now.”, you bite your lip, looking at him with eyes he’d never seen before.

“Here?”, he says in a high-pitched tone, raising his eyebrows. 

You nod. “We can go somewhere more private.”, you state matter-of-factly - there’s no way you’re actually doing it on the dance floor, surrounded by people of course. “I mean, if you want to…”

Jisung and rational thinking are polar opposites right now, so all he can do right now is lick his lip and nod frantically, muttering a fuck, yeah before grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from the dance floor. 

You find an empty room and don’t think about it twice. You actually suggested going to the bathroom, but Jisung had protested, clarifying that he wasn’t going to fuck you in an icky bathroom for your first time. That’s how you ended up in a dusty and semi-dark storage closet, secluded but not too much unfortunately, and you can still hear people’s footsteps outside the small room. 

Jisung wedges a chair in the door handle to make sure no one would barge in on you, but you doubt its effectiveness, aware of the fact that anyone with muscles or brute force would be able to just push the door open. It doesn’t matter, tho, it makes it more exciting somehow. 

You’re about to sit on a dusty piece of furniture, but Jisung stops you. “Yah, you’re not sitting on that with your bare ass. God knows what people have done in here.”, he sounds almost as if he’s scolding you. Then, he crosses his arms over his chest and takes his oversized black t-shirt off, handing it to you. “Here. Sit on this.”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

You accept the piece of clothing, but can’t stop staring at Jisung’s naked chest - the way the chains adorn his neck and collarbone turns you on even more. Your best friend is hot, it’s undeniable. 

It happens in a rush - he’s standing between your legs and his lips are back on yours, tongue inside your mouth as his hands roam all over your body in a more promiscuous way than they did back on the dance floor. He’s now groping one of your breasts with one hand and has the other one on the underside of your thigh, caressing the soft flesh, occasionally squeezing it. 

But one question has been running through his mind nonstop. He needs to know. 

“Were you serious?”, he asks, still panting, as soon as he pulls away from the kiss. “About not wearing anything under your dress?” Poor boy’s still trying to recover from your racy confession. 

You grab him by the wrist, moving his hand to your inner thigh, closer and closer to your groin. If he moves them just a little bit, he’ll find out you’re not lying. “Why don’t you find out yourself?”, you lure him with your words. 

Looking you in the eye, he does as you said, fingers a bit shaky as he moves them up your inner thigh until -. His breath hitches, and his eyes widen when his digits brush your naked vulva, and he lets out a desperate whine. He lets his fingers run up and down your labia a couple of times before he asks you - “Can I?” with a shaky breath. 

You nod, thinking he’s going to finger you to stretch you out and get you ready for him. He manages to surprise you by dropping on his knees in one swift motions, now kneeling between your spread thighs, facing your bare pussy. 

“Come a bit closer.”, he instructs, and you oblige, sitting on the edge of the piece of furniture, lifting your dress to give him better access. You suck in a breath when he he licks a long stripe on your most intimate parts, damping the whole surface before latching his mouth on your clit. How he managed to find it on the first try will forever remain a mystery - not that you’re complaining.

Your immediately entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it a bit harshly when he starts sucking on your clit - lewd, wet sounds filling the small room, blending harmoniously with the latino song playing in the background. 

“You taste amazing.”, he praises, releasing your clit only to place a couple of wet kisses on your groin and inner thigh. “Never wanna stop licking this pussy.”, he mutters - more to himself - before swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Never want you to stop.”, you whine, and he smirks. 

When you look down - the sight is breathtaking. Your best friend kneeling on the ground, between your legs, the palms of his hands resting on each of your thighs as he gives you the most  perfect oral sex you ever received in your whole life, sucking on your clit as if it were his damn job.  He senses you’re getting close to your orgasm when he feels your legs beginning to shake under his hands. 

“Don’t stop.”, you beg. “Please, please, don’t stop.”, your moans sounds like the most beautiful melody to his ears. 

His eyes snap up in your direction and you cum a couple of seconds later - making eye-contact with your best friend as he sucks your clit, tugging at his hair as his tongue licks you clean while he swallows every thing you have to give him, as he makes satisfied humming sounds. 

You can taste yourself on his mouth once he stands up once again and crashes his lips on yours, cupping your face in his hands while you let yours wander all over his naked torso, occasionally toying with his chains - you love when he wears them. 

“Ji.”, you let out a shaky breath, when he starts kissing your jawline, then that spot right behind your ear. How is it possible that he knows exactly which spots drive you crazy? “Fuck me.”, you moan, palming his erection over his dark jeans - he’s impossibly hard. 

He lets out a strangled sound, then lets his hands reach the button of his jeans. He undoes it and unzips his fly - all of this while kissing your neck, not even thinking about stopping, not with the way you’re reacting to his kisses. You help him slide his jeans down his thighs until they reach his knees, but that’s more than enough for what you have to do. Then, he hooks his fingers on each side of his boxers and drags them down just enough to free his cock and balls. 

He moans when you wrap your fingers around his length and pump him a couple of times. Then, he places one hand on top of yours, and slaps your clit with his cockhead a couple of times while biting on your neck. 

“Tell me how much you want it inside.”, he begs, and his cock throbs at his own words. 

“So much, Ji.”, you whine. “I want it so bad. Want you to stretch me out so good, want you to fuck me.”

He aligns his leaking tip to your entrance, and you move your hand away, resting it on the furniture behind you, gripping it as he starts to push inside. It burns a bit, but it’s because he’s big and you haven’t had action in a while. He feels you clenching around him, so he dampens his fingers with his spit, and brings the pad of his index and ring finger to your clit, circling it to get you relaxed enough for him to bottom out. You both moan when he’s fully inside of you, balls pressing against the underside of your ass. 

With the way he’s kissing your neck and touching your clit, the burn between your legs is soon forgotten and replaced by another sensation - the desperate need to feel him moving inside of you. “You can… start moving.”, you whimper after a while. 

The first thrust inside of you has both of you grunting in an almost animalistic way. Jisung hooks his forearm on the underside of your knee, spreading your leg even more, and you get the hint, wrapping your leg around his waist. Then, he places his other palm on the wall to balance himself. One of your hands ends up on the nape of his neck, the other one rests on his lower back as he begins to move inside of you.

If someone walked in right now - they’d find you and Jisung writhing in pleasure. Him, set between your legs, his pants pooled around his knees and your leg around his waist as he fucks his cock into you, each time deeper. You’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it’s so worth it. Then, they’d hear your heavy pantings and guttural moans mixed with wet sounds and skin slapping against skin. Maybe the thought turns you on more than you expected it to, because you find yourself close already. 

“Fuck - I love this, I love you.” Jisung mumbles, slamming his hips against yours, balls slapping on your ass. 

He probably didn’t realize what he said - the three magic, little words. I love you. You and Jisung say those words to each other all the time, but it’s usually with a complete different meaning. But now, when he’s balls deep inside of you in an empty, dusty storage room, you know he meant them in a different way. 

“Been wantin’ to do this for so long.”, he continues, rambling, not paying attention to what he says and, paradoxically enough, it makes you realize he’s being sincere. 

“Me too.”, you moan, one hand reaching for his ass, squeezing the soft flesh as you feel your orgasm approaching. “I- I love you too.”, you let the words slip out. 

He snaps his head up to look you in the eye, shocked by your confession, not halting his movements between your legs tho. He thrusts harder, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, feeling on the verge of his orgasm himself. He lets go of your leg only to bring his fingers on your clit once again, rubbing fast circles on your clit to help you get off in case you needed some extra stimulation, and it’s as if he read your mind. You’re cumming around his cock mere seconds later, your tight walls squeezing him extra tight and he can feel you pulsating around him as you release, loud whimpers falling from your lips. 

That’s the final straw for him, too, and he manages to pull out of you before it’s too late, pumping his length with his fist. Still a bit dazed from your orgasm, you find some lucidity in yourself to realize what’s going on, and you’re quick to drop on your knees and take his cock in your mouth, allowing him to finish on your wet tongue with a deep grunt. 

You both need some time to catch your breaths after what you’ve just done. You can’t really feel your legs, and neither can Jisung to be honest. It didn’t feel like it was your first time doing it, and you’re both pretty shocked by the chemistry between you two - in a positive way, of course. Which is a bonus point and the missing piece of the puzzle, because now you have the proof you’re compatible under every single aspect. 

You quickly fix yourselves up - tucks himself back in his boxers and buttons his jeans up, and you slide your dress over the curve of your ass as he puts his shirt back on. You know he’s probably embarrassed to say something now, so you decide to be the one to break the ice by cupping his face and placing your lips on his. 

“Now we can go to your place.”, you nuzzle your nose with his. 

He’s grinning like crazy as he moves the chair that’s blocking the door, ready to exit the room and the club with you, intertwining his fingers with yours. As he opens the door, tho, he’s met with the very unpleasant look on the janitor’s face. 

“Oops.”

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night drive | pjs

synopsis: your boyfriend got his first car and wanted to treat you to a late night drive. his hands gripped the wheel tightly and all you could imagine was him gripping your neck.

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dom!jisung x fem reader

warnings : smut, public/car sex (not seen by anyone), choking, riding, breeding kink, pet names

jisung only recently bought his first car, a black mercedes e class. as you googled how it looked, you immediately got attracted to one thing about it. there was ambient lighting all around, it would definitely make night drives more romantic and calming.

your boyfriend was so excited to show you how cool his car was that he immediately dragged you out of your shared apartment as soon as he got home from the car shop. you couldn’t wait either, elated to see how hot jisung would look as he drove.

before you knew it, you two were on the road, he said he was just going to drive around the city which you had no problem with. the lights in the car illuminated a deep purple, it was hard to focus on the scenery as jisung kept spinning the stirring wheel literally every single second and for some reason he wore specs as well, this man was actually trying to kill you.

his hands were oddly attractive today, his veins popped out more due to his tight grip on the wheel. you turned away to avoid having weird thoughts but couldn’t help to look at him again.

“ji.. why do you keep doing that.”

you asked, fed up as you felt your body getting warmer. he looked at you for a split second and chuckled. “i’m not doing anything, my love” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. he grinned slyly, sliding his hand up between your legs, rubbing closely near to your crotch.

you knew exactly what he was trying to do, softly moaning as you adjusted yourself on the car seat. he groaned, feeling your legs clench his hands "seems like my plans working.." he whispered breathlessly, leaning to kiss you passionately as he stopped at a red light.

you pulled away and stared into his eyes, already feeling yourself getting wet. “go somewhere private ji..” he smirked mischievously and zoomed off as soon as the light turned green, pulling into a dark alleyway nearby. you climbed over, sitting on his lap and pouting at him.

he leaned in to kiss you passionately "you’re so pretty tonight" he grunted, sliding his fingers around your waist "i’ve been dreaming of this for a while now..." he growled softly pressing himself against you grinding his hips slowly against yours while still holding you close to him. you moaned and grinded on his lap, hands sitting on the window. jisung pulled off his specs, placing them down in the cup holder area.

he pushed his seat all the way back allowing you full access to his lap. he smiled proudly seeing how turned on you looked, "we can do this right?" he asked stroking your thighs affectionately, waiting for your consent. in response, you just bounced on his clothed cock, nodding as his hands gripped your waist tightly.

he pulled your shirt over your head, removing his own as you sat on him, grinding on his hard cock. his abs shone with a hint of purple that filled the car, he was so incredibly tempting. you sped up as you moaned loudly, feeling yourself release from just grinding down on him. he smiled lovingly, leaning up to kiss you before starting to caress your covered breasts "you want me inside you hm?", he teased rubbing your nipples through the thick fabric of your bra. "fucking your boyfriend in his new car, where anyone could see you"

you couldn’t help but moan at his statement, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your neck. “choke me ji..” you mumbled. he nodded, watching as your lips quivered "as you wish my love...". he wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, choking you gently "so this is what you like?" he hummed against your ear enjoying every second of it. you let out a stuttered moan, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

he grinned widely as he continued squeezing your throat slightly making you gag but not enough to hurt you. "how does that feel?" he asked leaning forward whispering into your ear "do you want more or less pressure?", he squeezed your throat harder and started placing gentle kisses along your jaw. you nodded, wanting to experiment more with him.

he laughed "maybe next time". releasing his grip on your throat allowing you to breath. he held your waist instead, smiling as you caught your breath. he pushed you downwards, your face resting near his crotch. jisung groaned softly as he pulled his pants down revealing his hard, leaking cock. he moaned rubbing himself gently “you know what i want right?"

you nodded, opening your mouth wide enough to fit his big size. he thrusted forward burying his entire length inside of your throat quickly causing you to gag slightly but you started sucking eagerly wanting to please him. he grunted at how obedient you were. "i love you so much.."

he slowed down his pace pulling out until just the tip remained in your mouth then slamming back in, making you choke loudly "a-ahh..." he groaned out loudly. jisung felt his body tense, "you're doing great.." he smiled patting your head affectionately "just keep going princess, i’m almost there..” he picked up the speed again ramming his thick shaft down your throat rapidly, forcing you to swallow everything.

you swallowed it all and wiped your lips, slowly moving up to sit on him. his grip tightened around your waist firmly as you pushed your panties to the side, slowly starting to ride him. grabbing his glasses and putting them on yourself, he groaned softly as he thrusted upwards into you. increasing the speed gradually and moaning loudly, seeing you in his glasses really turned him on.

he increased his pace once more, slamming into you with every thrust. "you’re so wet for me baby." his words were enough to make you cum but you tried to hang on, placing your hands on the window as the air in the car grew even warmer. he continued to pound into you, feeling your pussy convulse around his cock as he filled you up with his cum. he withdrew his cock from you, he watched as your body trembled in pleasure.

he held onto you, feeling your body pressed up against his chest. "you okay?", his glasses slipping off of your face.

you nodded in response, slowly sitting up to take the glasses off and unclasp your bra, he was enjoying the view of your bare chest. squeezing your nipples gently. "round two?" he said, getting harder as your breasts were practically in his face.

he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you impossibly closer, shoving himself inside you harshly. jisungs grip tightened even further, making sure you couldn't escape from him. "let me hear your voice baby" he growled, slamming himself harder against your body each time he spoke. "scream for me"

you let out a loud moan, chanting his name repeatedly, feeling your whole body shake, the car started shaking as well due to how fast he was going. he chuckled deeply, continuing to pound away at you relentlessly. his breathing became heavier as moans kept falling from your lips, sweat dripping off his forehead. “you’re all mine.. mine.." he cried out suddenly, filling you up with his seed.

it dripped from your pussy, your lips letting out another loud moan, causing him to smile. he gently placed you onto the backseat, moving behind you and pushing your hips up. he smirked, taking a moment to admire your fucked out expression before opening your legs, he started licking your pussy hungrily. "gonna give your body all the attention it deserves tonight."

you gasped loudly , burying your face in your hands. he grinned, giving your thighs a playful slap before eating you out messily. he licked faster, pushing two fingers inside your hole while doing so. you squeezed around his fingers “i-i can’t take-“ you shook violently as cum spilt out of you, accompanied by a loud, erotic moan.

he smiled warmly, pulling his fingers out slowly. “one more round princess.. im so fucking hard." he pushed your waist down until you were laying flat against the seat. lifting you onto his lap and sliding his cock inside of you slowly at first, then began picking up speed. "see.. how horny i am for you..” you couldn’t even reply, you were in a daze, feeling your head fall back.

jisung wrapped his arms around you, thrusting deeply into you. "that’s right, take my cock. take it all..." he kissed your neck tenderly as he continued fucking into you. he leaned forward, kissing you passionately while continuing to fuck you roughly. "so fucking beautiful.. gonna fill you up.”

you kept chanting his name, whining out how good he was. his mind soared with pleasure, loving the way you squirmed under him. he was addicted to you. "so beautiful.." he cupped your breasts with one hand, thumbing your nipples hard as he continued pumping into you.

the car steamed up, filled with grunts and wet slapping sounds. he slammed into you harder, growling like an animal. “gonna breed you hmm, you’re gonna be so pretty.." his fingers dug into your hips as he fucked into you savagely.

you couldn’t help but cum hard at his words. he let out a loud grunt, filling you with his warm seed and moaning in satisfaction as he held you tightly. he kissed you fiercely, biting your lip as he pulled away. jisung gently pushed his cum into you with one last thrust before pulling out. he put his pants back on and turned his attention to you, grabbing a wet wipe from the front compartment to clean you up, helping you dress up before sitting back in the drivers seat, adjusting it to its normal state.

“you should rest a little, i’ll wake you up when we get home.”, he said, putting his specs back on and turning around to smile at you innocently, as if he didn’t just fuck you stupid.

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[wonuvs]

my hanji hard thots are that I need to bite his tits. leave bruises on his slutty waist. and maybe nuzzle my face over his crotch. and leave hickeys on his thighs.

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MINORS PISS OFF. tags: jisung x gn!reader + kissing, marking, worshipping his body because he deserves it note: heh, loved writing this + (kinda safe) link made me go 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he shudders with every nip and soft bite of yours. every lick and suckle and squeeze of his waist makes him gasp in your hold, makes his eyes flutter and his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

his baggy tee is discarded on the floor next to the couch, thrown there by him when your lips first started trailing down his neck and collarbone and your hands snuck under the soft fabric of his shirt a few minutes ago—your touch makes jisung burn up everytime.

he gulps when your tongue slowly trails up to once more trace his areolas, when it slides back down to swipe his underboob, as you like to call it, as the tips of your fingers trace the deep ridges of his abs. unexpectedly, your teeth sink in his chest, and he cutely whines, his hands fisting the red blanket you keep on the sofa.

“feels good, bubs?” you murmur, softly biting and nibbling his pec, leaving there a few hickies before going back down again to tease and mark his tiny waist.

his breath is shakey, his knuckles are quickly turning white, and his eyes are hooded as he looks down at you. fuck, you look so pretty right now. lips swollen, hair messy and breath heaving, he thinks. “y-yeah...”

you grin, before peppering his stomach and waist and the pretty, slightly visible veins on his V line with kisses. you run your tongue over each of them, your hands fondling his thighs and hips as you relish in his sweet, sweet sounds, until you see his dick moving in his sweatpants—again.

you fake gasp when you notice the tiniest wet patch on them, and his breath quickens when he sees with just how many marks his body is littered with. and fuck, does he love it. your eyes lock, and you bring your hand up to trace some of said marks, “you love being worshipped like this, hm?” you tilt your head, playing with the string of his pants, blinking up at him.

he shily nods and gulps again, not uttering a word, afraid whines would come out instead. you bite your bottom lip, hooking your fingers to his waistband and pulling a satisfied hum out of him as you slide his sweatpants to his ankles.

“fuck, ji. are you about to come?” you lowkey moan, eyes fixed on his twitching and leaking, but covered, cock. he pouts and flushes crimson, but never looks away from you and your sparkly eyes. he sees you lick your lips before you... nuzzle your face on his dick?

he almost laughs at that, but he's too sensitive by that point, so he just grips your hair and lets out an airy chuckle, immediately followed by a moan when your tongue starts lapping at the soft skin of his thigh.

you move to do the same to his other thigh, before you suddenly press your tongue to his covered tip, licking and nibbling at it softly, eyes set on him, and that's what tips him over the edge. he tugs at your locs, whimpering your name as you keep teasing him through his underwear—and though it lowkey hurts, he loves it. he loves you.

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[neocentral]

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: perv!virgin!jisung, masturbation (m)

part two

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Jisung feels ridiculous. Is he really this pathetic?

His face is on fire as he stares at the crumpled clothing in his fist. Still warm. Fresh. Used. Unclean. Dirty. Filthy. They’re filthy. He is filthy. Even the simple feel of your worn panties against his palm has him leaking, throbbing, and jumping in his sweats, close to his climax before his hand has come anywhere near when he needs it. He really is this pathetic. Could he be any more of a virgin?

His hand inches towards his nose, the scent he’s dreamed of, longed for, tickling his nose and causing his whole body to react. His skin burns, and his mind goes fuzzy, vision cloud-like, as his hips jerk into nothing because they, too, yearn for you. He knows they do, all of him does. His whole body swells as he thinks of you. Mind, heart, and cock.

Jisung was always hard around you. Mere thoughts or glimpses of you during the most innocent of times had him stiffening uncomfortably in his pants, remaining erect until he tugged on his cock desperately in your shared bathroom or it went down on its own – though it rarely ever did.

Though, this time, it was different. Jisung was stressed because of upcoming exams that had occupied his every waking moment. Apparently, you were in the same predicament, a frustrated, whiny groan ringing through the hallway and into his bedroom. Like clockwork, his prick had nudged his arm, catching him by surprise and he immediately took the excuse for a break. Luckily for him, you had done the same, strolling into the bathroom as soon as he had opened his bedroom door. 

Jisung sighed, hardening as the scent from your bedroom blew through the rest of your shared apartment with every bellow of the air coming from your window. And when he mindlessly walked towards the open door, your panties were laying on the ground like treasure, illuminated by the light shining through the curtains. His hands had a mind of their own as he snatched them, hurrying to his room where he is now.

Jisung reaches for his elastic waistband, shoving an eager hand into his sweatpants, hissing as his fingertips graze his erect cock. “Fuck…” he whines, a dull feeling of embarrassment at the noise causing warmth to heat his skin until it felt like he could catch fire. Such a virgin.

His mouth falls open as he nudges the flimsy fabric with his nose, inhaling as deeply as possible. His tongue slides past his lips, slippery from the way he’s nearly salivating as he curls his fist around himself, feeling closer to his release. Jisung ruts into his fist, wishing he could suffocate himself in your scent, anything to get as close to it, to you, as he could.

His tongue touches your panties, a groan bubbling from his throat as he humps his hand pathetically, breathing deeply. He wishes it was you pumping his prick as he mouthed at your core like a man starved. He knows he wouldn’t last, but by the escalating sensitivity in his cock, he isn’t going to last now either.

And he doesn’t. Jisung spills into his sweats, shooting creamy string after creamy string from his aching cock as he thrusts his hips into his tightening fist.

[killedpink]

[03:32]

thinking about han jisung late at night is dangerous for my wellbeing. oh well. this isn't even proofread lmao

🏷 contains: sub reader x dom jisung, chocking if u look closely, unestablished relationship, power imbalance, size kink, hair pulling, marking, mutual pining, oral sex, penetrative sex, lowkey hand kink idk if you can tell, jisung’s kinda mean but that's ok, slight praise, slight spit kink, a sprinkle of spanking

it wasn't uncommon to find yourself in a literal wrestling match with jisung — he was playful and volatile, and it was unlike him to back down from anything. it was, however, uncommon to find him taking it a bit too far.

he had you underneath him, his arms either side of you. after many, many experiences like this you had learned you didn't have long if you stayed in this position: you'd lose. allowing your body to take over for your mind, your knee jabbed him in the side and you sat up onto your legs once you saw him dart out of your way to avoid more impact. you didn't think you had hurt him terribly bad.

"you little — fucker!" he hissed, groaning in pain as his hands clutched his side. your brows knitted together in confusion. you've been harder with him before, surely that didn't hurt? "jisung? i'm so sorry, fuck, i didn't think i—" you were cut off from the air leaving your lungs from the impact. your heartbeat was frantic in your chest, the ringing ever so prominent in your ears.

"don't worry, you didn't hurt. you're just getting too cocky," jisung cooed, his voice a dizzying contradiction from his physical strength. the position he had you in was enough to make any sane person blush, let alone someone like you; who had been so desperate for that man that you dreamt of having him often. he was hovering over you, straddling your hips and his hair brushing against what little forehead was exposed, lips barely touching your ear, giving you goosebumps you prayed he wouldn't detect. your cheek was firmly pressed against the bedding, your head turned to the side and yet simultaneously buried into the sheets. and the cherry on top was where his hands were placed.

one, just above your head, bracing your skull against the headboard in case he slammed you a bit too passionately. and the second, on your neck, using just enough force to keep your head down and make you dizzy and compliant. you knew better than to try fighting when it was clearly game over. he wouldn't be as forgiving if you pushed his victory like that.

"holy shit. are you into this?" jisung's tone was raspy, one of the rare times where he was quieter. was he in disbelief? you didn't realise you were rubbing your thighs together until jisung separated them with his knee and you suddenly felt empty and impossibly desperate. "is it such a bad thing if i am?" you challenged, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. jisung tutted in response, "now who said anything like that, hm?" his lips brushed against your jaw as he spoke, leaving a gentle kiss to your skin as he affectionately squeezed you a little harder. it was hard to get a gasp through your throat but you managed it, screwing your eyes shut tight as your vision became fuzzy.

it was a miracle he let you go, leaning back onto his knees similarly to how you did earlier. but jisung was always like that: unreadable. even if you knew essentially everything there was to know about him and his habits, he’d still surprise you by acting completely different. he always kept you guessing and it was addicting. jisung was the only man to leave you so.. mindless. his honeyed brown eyes raked over your figure, drinking in the state he left you in happily.

his fingertips brushed against your skin, dancing along the wells of your collarbones, against the blushing marks of your neck, fingering the distressed collar of your t-shirt that sagged on your body (likely from where he pulled you by the scruff of your neck earlier), paying special attention to your wetted, kissable lips. the pad of his thumb stroked your lips, and without even thinking about it, you found your lips parting and your tongue brushing against his finger. he was so soft, it was infuriating.

jisung hummed in satisfaction, urging you to take him all in, the rest of his fingers cupping the underside of your chin. he watched you intently, through his dark gaze and through his blown-out pupils. you found your own hands grabbing onto the shirt that clung to his delectable figure. he always did look good in black.

you whined in protest when he pulled himself from your warm mouth. rolling his eyes, he held your arm gently in place, grounding you to the current moment. his thumb still rested atop your tongue, slowly retreating it back into his lap. you felt him kiss your wet tongue, and you also felt him deposit a morsel of spit onto your mouth. you moaned, hips chasing any friction it could craft in desperation. "swallow it," he encouraged, using the back of his fingers to affectionately brush the swell of your cheek, cooing and kissing you once he saw your throat bob to consume his spit. you peered up at him with a half-lidded gaze, “do you want me?” jisung asked, the vibrations in his chest from his purring voice made you so, so giddy. you nodded before even fully processing what he was asking of you, but once you grasped it you couldn’t shut up. “yes, jisung. i want — no, i need you — so fucking bad. i have for so long. please, please let me have you. take me, jisung. please, i can’t take it anymore,” your pleading eyes told him all he needed to hear. “sh, i’ve got you. let me take care of you, okay?” jisung cooed, stroking the top of your head and tucking the hair behind your ears. he held your cheeks in the palms of his hands, taking up your entire face as he did so, and pressed his lips to yours gingerly. he was so inviting, so intoxicating it was unreal.

he buried his head in the nape of your neck, nuzzling into you and pressing his cool nose into your burning skin. "you can do whatever you want to me, jisung." you mumbled into his hair, your nails raking up and down his exposed bicep as you felt him smirk against your skin. he planted kisses against your pulse, lingering on your skin like static. his kisses were unfathomably hot, and demanding, like a declaration of his neediness for you. his fingers creeped down your body and landed at your waist, thumbing the waistband of your shorts that clung to your figure. jisung's lips connected to yours once more, his tongue swiping at your mouth teasingly. "lift your hips for me, angel, yeah just like that," he mumbled against your lips in a low whisper. jisung practically ripped the clothes off of your lower half, flinging it behind his shoulder as if they were useless. in that moment neither of you could bring yourselves to give a fuck.

jisung groaned at the sight of your cunt, all puffy and sickly sweet with your arousal leaking out of you. his swollen lips parted in awe, eyes wide as he drank up the sight of you before him. you felt your heart rate speed up intensely, taking you a great deal of self-control not to beg for him to touch you, fuck you or do something sinful to you. as if he read your mind, jisung brushed his fingers against your slicked sex, easily slipping between your folds as if he's done it before. your hips quivered and your thighs twitched once jisung's fingers found purchase in massaging your clit, stroking the bud of your sex intently, observing every jerk and flutter your body made in reaction.

he manoeuvred himself to lay in between your legs, both hands holding the flesh of your ass and thighs while his thumbs pressed on both sides of your slit, spreading you wide for him to ogle at. using the flat of his tongue, jisung marked his path from your entrance to your clit, smearing your slick and his drool all over you. your hole clenched in response, your hips bucking into his face and your back arching off of the mattress. the room was spinning around you, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to contain yourself. jisung hummed in content, "you like that?" he muttered into your cunt, ever the fast learner. "yes, sungie. so good," you answered, albeit slurred and strained as your throat was preoccupied in containing your whines. your hands flung themselves into his hair, fingers tangling and clinging onto his hair like you were telling a story.

feeling han jisung chuckle from between your legs was truly a moment you find hard to forget about, the low vibrations resembling heaven as his laughter blessed your ears. "i'm sungie, now?" he mused, pressing a fleeting kiss to your dripping sex. "do you — ah fuck — want me to call you something else?" you proposed, hissing in agonising pleasure as jisung, like the menace he was, continued his assault on your slit. he shook his head back and forth, coincidentally with his lips wrapped around your clit and his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on the sensitive, needy bud. he broke apart with a satisfying 'pop', "no! sungie is perfect. so, so perfect." he answered, between desperate gasps for air, with a tooth-rotting smile on his face, his cheeks bunching up and his pearly white bunny teeth poking through. they hollowed once more for a brief moment, before his lips parted and you saw the spit slowly drip from his tongue directly onto your clit, hitting it's mark perfectly, feeling it slowly trail down your sex. oh, how he melted you.

with no reason left to chat, jisung got back to work on your sex, slurping up your slick and kneading his mouth all around your cunt. momentarily he'd glance up to gauge your reaction when he did something new, to see how you liked it, and of course, you couldn't help but look back at him, taking the sight below you in. the bottom half of his face obscured, his dark hair falling over his forehead and ruffled from your activities, and most of all, the wild things you could barely make sense of laying hungrily in the darkness of his eyes. he made your entire body, mind and soul crave only his touch; his voice and his scent.

you maintained the grip onto his hair, pressing your palms into him so he'd be urged to look away from his handiwork and onto you. "is everything alright?" he cooed, eyes never leaving yours. although, your gaze was all over him, taking in the sight of the wetness that coated his lips generously, as well as his chin, and you paid special attention to the way his chest heaved up and down, greedily drinking air into his lungs. his hair was disheveled, messy tufts of blackish hair stuck up everywhere and almost completely obscured his vision, leaving two eyes to catch the light through his hair ominously. he could never scare you, though. never in his wildest dreams would you fear him.

"jisung," you started, anxiety slowly seeping into you, "i.. want you." your cheeks were burning red, hot against the rest of your face. "you have me." he seemed puzzled, almost. was he that humble? frustration quickly replaced anxiety, "no — i want you.." emphasising the word 'want' seemed to do the trick, as jisung realised you were asking for him to fuck you, more or less. his eyes widened. "oh! are.. are you sure?" he asked, voice soft and tender. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "han jisung, please fuck me." you uttered.

"fuck, that was hot. y'don't have to ask me that twice." he teased, holding your gaze for a brief moment before looking down at his jeans, allowing you to help him unbuckle his belt, even if all you did was tug on the loops desperately. you palmed his clothed erection as soon as you saw it, your hands flinging to him greedily; and you couldn't hold enough of him in them. you always clawed for more, your hands always wandered around in search of him. jisung discarded of his jeans swiftly, allowing them to pool on the floor somewhere in which neither of you cared about. as he leaned back you leaned forward, following him like a magnet. your hands rested atop his thighs, "can i?" you looked him in the eyes and lead your gaze to his clothed cock, sitting heavy in his boxers. jisung smirked in turn, "try me." he shrugged nonchalantly, with an amused look on his face that you wanted to wipe off so, so desperately.

holding his waistband in one hand, you tugged it up to pull the cloth flush against him, your eyes making out a darker patch on the material where the precum must have stained it. you parted your lips and let your tongue come out, barely covering your lower lip, and rolled it along where you assumed his cock head would be. jisung's head lolled back onto his shoulders, his thighs quivering and his ab muscles contracting while he let out such a melodic groan that you wished your mouth was on his so you could devour his pretty noises.

at first, it was unpleasant on your tongue, but the wetter the spot grew, the more of jisung you could taste and the stickier the material became. he started to buck his hips into your mouth, but when you recoiled and let him chase you, he had enough of your games. tipping his weight forward wasn't hard, and neither was trapping you in his arms. "what are you doing?" your tone was curious, slow and experimental. "what i want." jisung hissed in reply, turning you around so your back was facing his chest. "ass up, beautiful," he commanded, so casually it genuinely bewildered you. he urged you to obey with a few teasing raps to the flesh of your ass, fingers snaking under your pelvis in order to begin lifting you up. it didn't take you long to follow up on his request, arching your back and readjusting your knees and thighs. the palm of jisung's hand rounded out on the globe of your ass, stroking you affectionately, "attagirl." he rasped, letting the praise roll off of his tongue so deliciously your cunt involuntarily clenched, your stomach quivering in unison.

nothing could have ever prepared you for the first, initial feeling of han jisung's hard, thick cock merely pressing against your wet cunt. it was electrifying and literally sparked chills up your spine. you buried your head into the pillows sitting below you, keening into his touch like a starved whore. his hands grasped onto the start of your hips, just before where they start to swell, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin to calm you. spoiler: it didn’t do much, instead only riling you up further. you felt his head softly sawing up and down your slit, often catching on your clit, causing him to press his hips into your ass just to keep rubbing your clit in the way that got you to whine so carelessly for him.

when he finally pushed his tip into your entrance you saw stars. you wiggled your hips to entice him to fuck further into you, now suddenly, and painfully aware of every inch of your sex that has yet to be claimed by jisung. it made you feel deliriously aroused when you felt jisung slowly slide into your dripping hole, to the point you felt dizzy. meanwhile, jisung watched your cunt swallow every inch of his cock that he fed you, watching himself disappear inside of you made his heart — and cock — swell; he had actually groaned at the sight, let alone the feeling. "you're taking me so well," he muttered, with a dopey, sex-crazed grin on his gorgeous face.

it was a miracle jisung composed himself, finding a rhythm that pleased both of you proved to be so easy, the both of you simply happy to finally have the gumption to fuck, after a handful of years going back and forth with flirting and the odd passionate kiss that was too scary to bring up again, instead finding it easier to only think of it when you were both lonely late at night.

feeling jisung split you open was an entirely different feeling, his head leaking precum and sliding into you with ease, the girth of his shaft knocking the air out of you and the filthy words falling from his filthier mouth made you helplessly mindless. his thrusts were spirited and energetic, always managing to sting each time his hips and pelvis connected with your skin, and with the way he was bullying his cock into you it was bound to leave you bruised and giddy after. he was so big, not just his cock, but all over, from his biceps to his hands to his thighs — he was huge. one hand found its own way into your hair, petting you and stroking the wisps out of your face, all the while he muttered how well you were doing for him, and how heavenly your insides felt. your own hips met his, with each thrust jisung grew meaner, hornier and sharper. with the hand in your hair he grabbed a fistful, fingers harsh and tight against your soft hair, skilfully using it to drag your head up into the air, until his wrist bumped against your back, making you face the ceiling.

it stung, it stung so bad your body clenched around jisung so tight his hips stuttered into you briefly. he leaned over you until his nose brushed against the curve of your neck and his lips the juncture where your neck met your shoulder and bit down rather harshly, tearing a full-bodied moan from deep within you. your chest heaved for air and with this new position, jisung repeatedly slammed into the spongey bit that lay buried inside of you with ease. he undid you so easily, whispering praises into your bruised skin and gingerly kissing your neck as if he wasn't colliding his cock into you with as much force as he could muster in his position, his grip on you unwavering.

jisung left you helplessly at his mercy, tormented by his brutal, hungry pace and intoxicated by his sweet, tender cruelty. he watched as you leaned into him and the way he caged you into him, and he felt the way your heart leaped at his touch, not unlike a hummingbird's delicate wings in the stone cold winter. he watched as he unravelled you, each whimper and moan that left your lips grew louder, and needier. each cry of his name held the same cadence, reminding him of a hymn written solely with his name. jisung took note of the way your erect nipples poked through your shirt, leaving small peaks in your silhouette. he watched the way your brows furrowed and your eyes fluttered closed, and he certainly watched you take your bottom lip between your teeth as a way to muffle yourself.

he also felt the way his own orgasm approached, as if time was slowing down just for the two of you. his cock head felt so sore, so tender and heavy, mirroring the way the rest of his body felt. his body had a shimmer of sweat to his tanned skin, and his mind felt so fuzzy, filled only with thoughts about how good you let him fuck you, how perfect you sound and felt, how mesmerising you moved and rocked into him. jisung pressed himself as far into you as possible, pressing his chest flush against your back, or what parts of it that wasn't arched, the stickiness of your sweat sheened bodies sticking your skin together briefly, although the heat of his body lingered around you for a while longer. he bottomed out inside of you, biting his own lip as his throat let out a blissful cry, his heavy balls twitching as he emptied out inside of your waiting hole, spilling your own cum out of your puffy cunt and leaving a white ring of your mixed orgasms around jisung's cock in exchange.

your mouth opened in a silent scream, jaw going slack as your body quivered below jisung, a burning sensation spreading throughout you as if fireworks were let off in your veins. you clenched and fluttered around him, your hips pushing your sex onto his. you surrendered yourself entirely to jisung and the magnificent way he fucked you, crying out his name as if you were praying to a god in your most desperate hour of need, birthing an entire new meaning to his name as a thank you to him. his heart glowed with pride as you took the better half of three minutes to come down from your orgasmic, mindless state.

jisung settled beside you, using up the time you took for his own come-down, watching over you to ensure you were safe and satisfied. once he felt you shift closer to him he grinned proudly, his hand wrapping around the clammy skin of your back. "fuck, we need to do that again."