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byuntrash101 · 10 months

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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 · 21 days

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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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diorcities · 2 months

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⠀ ⠀ ── ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ favorite place to fuck !

nct dream nsfw headcanon.

hi friends ! a girl's having struggles w committing to writing, but never finds it hard to be a horny delusional.

mark. in the studio. gives him inspiration fucking you while he's in his creative process. makes his mind fly. have your back pressed down on the mixing box as he penetrates you sweetly, deeply, and torturously slow, making you gasp the way he likes. sounds that escape your lips every time he pushes his pelvis towards you, balls deep before he changes the pace and a hole opens up in your stomach, feeling him more desperate, eager. hand holding your shoulder so you don't get to bounce forward and stay still, receiving every fiery and passionate thrust, feeling your pussy burn with exquisite pain when he starts to curse in anguish from coming closer to his climax.

renjun. on the kitchen counter. a place that anyone could enter at any time. he likes the adrenaline rush that buzzes his body when he takes you in the kitchen. legs sprawled on each side of his waist, as one of his hands rests in your calve and the other on the back of your neck. ruined clothes and soaked underwear from previous crushing orgasms slid to the side, as he hammers his cock into your sore cunt, base of his shaft covered in your creamy arousal. dick pounding sharply delicious in and out of your numb pussy, filling you once more with his hot seed painting your sensitive walls white as your legs go completely numb with silky pleasure while his tremble with overstimulation.

jeno. at the edge of the bed. he likes the ease of having you ready and spread for him because he has more stability to be able to push inside you. taking you at the edge of the bed allows him to manipulate your legs as he wishes; he can choose the intensity, the speed, and the angle at which he hammers into you. making you intertwine your legs over his chest so that your pussy tightens around his cock, walls clenching and pulsing around his thick length. making your legs spread wide so he can bury his dick all the way to the base, hitting devilishly your swollen spot and making you scream.

haechan. in front of the mirror. he loves your tormented expression. the way your features contract into a loosened grimace of raw pleasure as he fucks you with rough thrusts. the sound your pussy makes every time his hips push forward, pounding into you mercilessly. how hard it is for you to hold yourself when your legs start shaking furiously, and your belly vibrates under his palm releasing pulsations of pleasure on the soft, swollen walls surrounding his cock, narrowing your pussy deliciously, cock coated in your arousal squeezed nicely. his arms hold your weak body while a hand wraps around your neck and forces you to keep your gaze in the mirror because, in addition to giving him pure satisfaction to see your ruined face, he finds it extremely pleasing to know you're a witness of it too.

jaemin. on the bed. likes the softness. thinks that if your body feels this fragile and tender, he should fuck you against something just like that. that's not to say he won't be rough with you, not when your pussy tightens smoothly around his cock as he rocks in and out of you. tummy burning with aching pleasure when he pulls your legs and rests them on his shoulders, sinking deep, rhythmically hitting your swollen spot inside. your hips reacting to the scorching sensation before his hand presses against your stomach and all sensations intensify. raw waves that travel down your belly to your pussy, clenching around his cock buried and pressed against your walls, taking your throbbing spasms.

chenle. on the sofa. it keeps you close to him. he likes the skinship that provides the sofa when you ride him like a good cowgirl. your hands on his shoulders fisting the fabric of his shirt while your eyes fixate on his dick shoving into you as you move to the rhythm of his grunts. mouth-watering from how good he feels, sensing him wake every nerve inside as your walls engulf him with every sharp thrust. a violent tingle taking your breath and forcing you to speed up, rocking against his shaft as his dick keeps squelching your damped cunt, right hand crossing his shoulder to join the other squeeze the backrest, increasing the force you pull your pelvis back and forth, going harder before you slow down as you approach that sweet velvety sensation that embalms your body, suppressing a whimper on the inside of your arm.

jisung. on the floor. the solid floor allows him to be as rough as he wants. in some way, it feels stable and gives him more freedom to put you in the position he craves. it feels more raw that way. his thrusts are stronger and sharper, your body doesn't sway as much because his hands hold you still, receiving the magnitude and vigor with his cock moves in and out of you, the constant tapping of the base of his member against your ass, his hands pressing down, pronouncing your arch. knees starting to hurt from the friction and force his big dick pushes inside you before he makes you turn around and places your numb legs on either side of his waist, starting the sweet torture of his thrusts again.

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4everhyucks · 1 year

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— 12:59AM

cw. somnophilia, overstimulation.

jisung has his fingers wrapped around your neck, his arm draped across your stomach to hold onto you as he thrusts into you from behind. you’re laying entirely on him, your back against his chest. his lips right beside your ear, whispering the filthiest words that you can’t even bear to hear.

“horny bitch.” he spits, “can’t sleep without some dick?”

jisung never fails to make you cum. if anything, you’re the one begging for him to stop making you cum. waking him up in the middle of the night was definitely a bad idea. you were having a night out with your girlfriends and came home drunk, to find your boyfriend spread on the bed, sleeping innocently, you couldn’t help it. immediately throwing your handbag to the side as you take off your clothes, only leaving your bra and panties on.

you climbed onto the bed and pulled his sweatpants down. taking his soft cock into your mouth, while trying to make him hard, you brought your other hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. it didn’t take him long to get hard in his sleep, you quickly got up and positioned yourself over his length. one hand holding his base as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. the stretch felt so good, you tipped your head back, shutting your eyes, taking more of him, “haa.. ji-jisung..”

you let out a soft moan when you finally got his whole cock in, planting a palm on his chest. you started to ride him slowly, fondling your breast at the same time, biting on your bottom lip to suppress your whines.

you flinch when you felt warmth on your hips, you looked down at jisung, he was blinking confusedly up at you. “baby..?” he mumbles, voice coming out raspy and deep which made you clench around him, fuck he sounded so hot.

“i-i’m sorry ji—” you stutter, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

jisung hums, rubbing soft circles with his thumb on your hips,“nothing to be sorry about baby.. you were just too horny and had to fuck yourself on my cock while im sleeping hmm?”

you gasp at his words, riding him faster, trying to catch your high. jisung brings his thumb to your clit, flicking it. “f-fuck ‘m s-so close, dont stop— dont stop,” you chant his name like a mantra, jisung has his eyes pinned on you, watching your every expression.

“cum for me,” and that’s all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, legs going weak as jisung held onto you. he didn’t give you any time to rest and he’s already manhandling you to a new position. “my turn.”

—

“enough ji.. no more!” you scream when you feel him sink into you again for god knows how many times. you’re shaking under him, overstimulated and tired. you push at his chest weakly, hoping he’ll be nice enough to let you sleep now, after the multiple times he finished in you. your eyes flicks towards the bedside clock, 4:05AM.

“just one last round, promise.” jisung mumbles so softly you could barely hear him. you find yourself nodding at his words, believing that this will truly be the last round.

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neocentral · 10 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, jisung x reader

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jisung's not a kid anymore. far from it. nothing about him reflects the child everyone insists on treating him as. his shoulders are broad and his voice is deep, he towers over all those he knows and his features have angled and hardened, he's in university for fucks sake. he's grown.

it irks him to be treated like a child. but what irks him most is that he is older than you are but you are not doted on in the way he is. you're treated as an equal. like he should be. and you seemed to revel in it. in jisung's eyes, you knew how much it bothered him and you fed into it, sending him glances that made his blood boil whenever an off comment about him was thrown around.

so, he couldn't control himself, losing his temper when you strolled into the small apartment he shared with jeno and renjun, lazily making your way towards him and ruffling his hair with a teasing and drawn out, "little jisungie."

jisung couldn't stop himself as he caught your wrists, pinning you to the couch he sat on, face hovering over your own as he easily overpowered you. you struggled beneath him, the look in your eyes making you appear so small.

jisung quickly fumbled with your panties, losing himself in the way you appeared so helpless and scared as you realized his intentions. he groaned as he pumped his dick, using his other large hand to hold your wrists.

he hissed as he sank into you, watching the instant contorting of your features. he thought back to the teasing look in your eyes and wondered if you regretted your actions after feeling the painful sting as you struggled to take his full size. you were gasping and tears started brimming in your eyes as he forced himself to bottom out, balls pressing into your ass as he tried to force himself deeper despite the fact that he had no more to give, and he didn't think there was more you could take. though, jisung knew that in the back of his mind, he didn't care about what you could take, he just wanted to see more tears pour from your glossy, fearful eyes.

there's no way you see him as a child now that he's rutting into you, relishing in the tight squeeze around his cock and the weakening thrashing beneath him. he whispered his own teasing comments into your ear, loving the whimpers and weak apologies as he proclaimed that he was older than you. he was stronger, and you, you were just a weak little thing. and jisung wouldn't be through with you until he was sure that you wouldn't forget it.

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neopuppy · 6 months

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warnings. n*ncon, f*ngering/o*ral, Jeno/Jisung/female reader

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“Is Jisung coming too?”

Jeno scoffs, side-eyeing you. “Why are you asking?”

“Because he follows you literally everywhere like some creep?” You snap to reply, glaring at him. “Would be nice to have a night to ourselves without your weird little friend around.”

“I think you like him.”

“What?!”

“Oh!” Jeno turns, shoving his butt out toward you with a deep arch, finger pressed to his bottom lip. “Is Jisungie coming?”

“That is not how I asked!”

He laughs, turning back to face you while pushing his flat chest together, palms forming ‘C’ shapes beneath his pecs. “Right right,” he leans in, batting his dark eyelashes. “Is Sungie coming?” Jeno says in a whiney tone.

“I don’t like your stupid friend.” You sneer, crossing your arms annoyed. “Hate how much he stares at me.”

Jeno grumbles, crawling up his bed to where you’re lying, pushing your knees apart to make space for himself. “Maybe it’s cause he wants to fuck you.”

You’d believe him if not for the tiny smirk playing at his lips, head tilted waiting for a dramatic reaction.

“Whatever.” You murmur, shoving at his chest to scoot out from under him.

Jeno snickers, turning to lay on his back and stretch. “I still think you should go as Sidney Prescott.”

“I already told you!” Sighing, you move to gather your belongings, needing to head home and get ready. “I’m a mouse! Duh!”

Jeno smiles, suspiciously pleased as he shuts his eyes. “I’ll meet you there, dad’s not letting me borrow the car tonight. Says too many cops are out on Halloween trying to bust people for driving under the influence.”

“I’ll send you a picture before I head out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you. I know how to catch a mouse.”

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“Jeno? Is that you?” You gasp, jumping at the first touch of large palms covering your hips. “God, lazy ass.”

Rolling your eyes you push him away to take a look at his recycled costume, clicking your tongue in a displeased manner. “You could have put some effort into something cool this year. It’s not as if you haven’t been Ghostface for the last 5 years.”

Jeno tilts his head, not too far from eye level even with your heels on. “You wearing stilts or something?”

He keeps up with the creepy ominous mannerisms, hands returning to grip your hips to immediately loop his digits beneath the lacey material of your bottoms.

“Oh, you like it?” You say with a cheek grin, spinning around to shove your butt out and wiggle the little tail connected to your panties. “See, I told you to dress like cheese so I could be the mouse that caught the cheese!”

Jeno’s mask-covered gaze traces down your exposed back, dragging a finger along your spine to the tail, tapping it side to side with a pleased grunt.

“I thought you were going to catch me?” You say snarkily, stepping away from him toward the stairs with a sleek glance over your shoulder. “What type of killer can’t catch a measly mouse?”

Jeno’s slow to follow after you, keeping his pace 5 feet behind. “Very Michael Meyers of you,” you laugh sarcastically, opening up a door enough to peek inside. “I like it when you do this..”

Keeping your back toward him, you make way to an empty bed in the middle of the room, slowly climbing up on all fours to wag the little mouse tail hung above your ass. “You wanna hurt me?”

Jeno nods, stalking forward as he reaches under the black hooded long garment for a knife from his back pocket. It gleams in the dimly lit room, cold to the touch as he drags the blunt end of the blade down the exposed fleshy skin wedging your underwear up between your ass.

Strong hands gather the material of your panties roughly, drawing them high enough to squeeze the fabric between your center, the friction against your clit causing you to hiss. “So mean mister ghost face..”

The knife cuts through the thin straps holding your panties up, fast to pull the destroyed material aside as he drags the tip of the knife down the back of your thigh. “You asshole! Those weren’t cheap!”

Jeno’s hand slides from your ass to lower back, not before kneading your buttcheek firmly while deeply groaning. He pushes hard onto the middle of your back, forcing your chest to press to the bed and push your ass out further. A click and hiss follows, blind to what’s happening behind you until you see the camera flash. “Jeno!”

A rough slap barrels down onto your cunt, the wicked collision fills your head with shame. An evident sound of wet splash echoes loudly, further humiliating you as another hit lands and stings down to your clit. “Ah, fuck, come on Jeno..”

“What do you want?” He says, tone deeper than usual, really committed to the costume.

“I’m so wet for you baby..” you say, dipping even lower to pronounce your ass further. “You know what I want.”

Jeno hums, a light thud hitting the bed before spreading your cheeks apart, carefully tracing two digits down past your rim to your wet entrance. The tips of his fingers play there for a minute, swiping circles around the excited hole to collect and smear your arousal.

“Fuck.” He mutters quietly, teasing down to your clit to glide between two wet digits, stimulating each nerve along the way.

Jeno’s softer than usual, light fingers barely pressing, only heightening each sensation further and driving you crazy.

“Don’t tease me.. more..” you whine, pushing your hips back for more pleasure.

Jeno groans, retreating his touch only to land another wet slap between your thighs. Two fingers trail to your entrance, shoving them down to the first knuckle with renewed speed. The sudden intrusion has your arching back in surprise, fast to be put back in your place as he leans over and rests his upper-half up over your waist.

“Don’t move.” He whispers, tone remaining deep and menacing. Wetness trickles out past his pumping fingers, easily falling into a consistent pace by leveraging his weight onto your back. The gushing sound emitting from your core has your eyes rolling up, clawing at the bedding for something to grasp.

It’s so loud, hot, wet, emptying your head of thought other than Jeno’s large frame crushed against you, abusing your cunt as he adds a third finger to stretch you around.

“Oh fuck!” You shout, neck retching up. “Ahh—“

Air empties your lungs, finding Jeno stood before you with a cocky smirk. “Enjoying yourself?”

The ghost face mask in his hand catches your attention next, falling to your stomach with a crazed moan as lips attach to your entrance and slurp up with wads of wetness pouring down around the three fingers reaching deep inside of you.

Jeno squats down, fisting the back of your hair to twist your neck roughly right as Jisung’s face comes into sight, lips and chin drenched with your wetness. A heated gaze finding yours with the mask pushed up above his forehead.

Jeno clicks his tongue, planting his lips to your sweaty cheek as Jisung lowers to your clit and puts his tongue to work while his long digits hit the perfect spot deep inside of you.

“Looks like the mouse got trapped.”

#nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct dream smut #jeno hard hours #jisung hard hours

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neowonderland · 19 days

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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.

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andysorbit · 21 days

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Jisung hard hours MDNI

please show support by reblogging!!

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.

#neoculturecollectives #kpop smut #nct smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #andyception #jisung nct #jisung park smut #park jisung smut #nct dream hard hours #nct dream hard thoughts #jisung #nct x black!reader #park jisung hard hours #jisung hard thoughts #jisung hard hours

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heyjwi · 4 months

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“movie” night | pjs

synopsis: you and your boyfriend watching a christmas film, hot cocoa and matching pjs. everything was perfect

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bf!jisung x fem reader

warning : smut, unprotected, sadist! jisung

it was finally your favourite time of the year. jisung wasn’t as busy and had all the time in the world to spend with you.

he’d planned out many activities for you to do together and watching christmas movies with matching pjs was his ultimate wish since this would be your first christmas together as a couple.

after making the hot chocolate and snack bowls, you and jisung sat on the couch of your apartment,

“what should we watch baby.?”, he asked with an innocent smile, pressing back and forth on the remote.

“uhhh let’s watch that”, you said pointing at the grinch accompanied with a chuckle. jisung nodded and pressed in the movie, cuddling you as the intro began.

after about 40 minutes, the snacks were half way gone and jisung was getting more and more touchy. his hands brushing against your thigh when he “stretched” and the ever so innocent tug at your hair. you let out a small sigh and looked at him with warning eyes before turning back to the movie.

at that moment, he’d had enough and held your chin to face him. his lips brushing against yours softly before claiming them in a possessive, harsh kiss. his hand moved from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you smiled against his lips and kissed him back, trying to catch up to his quick pace. encouraged by your response, he deepens the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. his free hand finds its way up your thigh, massaging softly as he continues to plunder your lips. jisungs body presses against yours, leaving you no doubt about his intentions.

you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into his lap. feeling your grip on his neck, jisung moans lowly into the kiss, his body shuddering with desire. his hand moves higher on your thigh, close to where your most sensitive. he breaks the kiss, panting heavily into your ear.

“what? you can’t take it anymore?”, you laughed out breathless, wanting to bring a reaction out of him. jisungs eyes darken further at your laugh, filled with lust and possessiveness. "no," he growls, his voice rough from your intense exchange.

"i want more."

you couldn’t help but feel flustered by his tone. the sweet jisung turning into a whole different persona. you hadn’t really gone further than touching eachother and having long make out sessions but it seemed that today would be different.

jisung leans in again, claiming your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand finally reaching your core. he groans into the kiss, his hands rough pulling at your pants and underwear.

“fuck," he breathes out against your lips. "you’re so wet for me." his hand slides easily inside you, finding your soft, warm folds. he begins to tease you, rubbing in small circles, his free hand holding you tight against him.

you let out soft moans into his ear, gripping onto his broad shoulders. jisungs eyes darken even more at your moan, his desire skyrocketing. with one swift movement, his fingers plunge into your tight warmth, his other hand on your hip holding you in position. he thrusts his fingers in and out roughly, claiming your tightness as his own.

“shit ji… it hurts..” , you moaned out loudly, feeling his fingers curl inside you. his fingers slow down, but only slightly, as he groans against your neck. "say it again," he pants, his breath warm against your skin.

“tell me how much it hurts."

your eyes slightly widened at his statement, feeling his fingers slide out of you finally. he pulled his shirt off, his toned abs and muscular arms catching your eye. jisung tugged at your shirt, pulling it off, as his hands danced around the clasp of your bra. after stripping the both of you, jisung shoved his underwear off , letting his hard spring out.

his grip on your hips tightens, jisung yanks you against his aching length, grinding your bodies together in a primal display of possession. "don’t look so frightened.. it turns me on fuck.”

you bit your lip at his statement, whining at the lack of contact between the two of you.

“ji i want you inside me..”

he positions himself in front of you, desperate to feel every part of your body. jisung slams his hips forward, driving his thick length deep inside you. the head of his cock, already stretching your tight entrance, brushes against your cervix, sending shivers of mixed pain and pleasure through your body alongside a loud and long moan.

“so fucking tight for me..” he groans, his body trembling. he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, his hips snapping against yours. he sets a brutal pace, taking you roughly and claiming you over and over again.

you couldn’t help but scream at his roughness, hands slowly slipping away from his shoulders. groaning , jisung thrusts harder, his movements jerky and unrestrained. "gonna cum.. shit" he pants, driving his words into your ear. "tell me you like it..”

you couldn’t speak, seeing stars at the roughness applied by jisung. he smirks, admiring your fucked out state. his thrusts become even more forceful, pounding into you with his entire weight. one of his hands leave your hip to fist your hair, pulling your head back to force your connection.

you let out a string of pained but pleasure filled moans. “m’ gonna cum ji…”, you gasp out. his eyes flash with triumph as he feels your climax approaching. he thrusts harshly once more, pushing you over the edge, and fills you with his seed. as you convulse around him, jisung finally releases your hair, his body shuddering with his own climax. your moans were caught inside your throat, feeling your eyes roll back as you took all of him.

jisung growls, his voice low and rough. "that’s it, baby. take it all." his hips slow, but not enough to fully pull out, leaving your slick insides clenching around his cock. he pants heavily, bracing himself against you. you gently wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his hot body against yours.

both of your breathing ragged, he leans into your touch, his body still trembling from the intensity of your shared experience. "shit," he mutters again, more of a groan than a curse.

you pressed a soft kiss onto his ear as jisung cuddled into you. “i love you..” , he whispered into your neck.

“love you even more ji”

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tddyhyck · 13 days

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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

#tddyhyck ask #anon <3 #and what if i said jeno & ji were stepbrothers #sry i had to #jeorny hours #jiorny hours #jisung hard hours #jisung hard thoughts #jeno hard thoughts #jeno hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct hard hours #nct dream smut

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straykeedz · 7 months

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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;

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

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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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⋆˚˖° 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.

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4everhyucks · 1 year

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— 01:29AM

cw. age gap, creampie.

jisung had been crushing on your since you both were kids. well, more like him being the kid, and you being a teenager. you’re 5 years older than him. if you think about it, it is kind of weird for a 12 year old to have a crush on a 17 year old.

the first time jisung laid his eyes on you, you were over at his house, on the couch of the living room, giggling with his older sister.

“is that your brother?” he heard you ask his sister. he found your voice so soft and sweet, the total opposite of his sister’s.

“yeah! sung come here and say hi,” she waved for jisung to walk over so you could take a better look at him.

it was love at first sight for jisung. you looked so different from the girls in his class. the way your hair falls when you brush them out of your face. the perfect smile you flashed at him when you introduced yourself, the soft pat on his head when you called him cute.

jisung thought his crush on you would be over after awhile, but it didn’t. he found himself wanting to be stuck around you 24/7 when you were over. when his sister held sleepovers, he always slept beside you, all cuddly on the king size bed with you slotted in between the two sibling. not that you minded, in your eyes, he’s just your best friend’s younger brother.

“sung get out! it’s supposed to be a girls night.”

you laughed, telling her it’s alright to have her younger brother in the room (again). jisung’s heart bloomed when you pulled him into your embrace, having him sat on top of your lap.

“you’ve gotta stop babying him all the time,” she rolled her eyes, glaring at jisung, “this is the last. time. you hear me?!”

when jisung reached the age of 16, he realised that it was no longer a simple crush. during his sister’s 21st birthday, their parents were out, which lead up to her throwing a house party. she allowed jisung to invite a couple of his friends over so he wouldn’t feel alone.

on that very day, jisung and his friends stayed in his room all night. he only saw you once, when you peeked into through the door of his room to say hi.

“fuck! i lost again,” jisung’s friend—jeno, cursed as he threw the controller on the ground lightly, “the game is fucking rigged.”

“i won jisung earlier so i’ll just say that you suck at the game,” haechan, another one of jisung’s friend chuckled, taking a gulp out of the giant coke bottle on the floor.

“whatever, i’m gonna go grab some snacks from the kitchen. y’all want anything?” jisung got up, dusting his pants.

“anything’s fine.”

“ice cream.”

as jisung turned around the end of the stairs, he was faced with your back leaning against the kitchen counter, with a guy chatting you up. jisung might be 16 but he’s not stupid. he saw the way the older guy eyed your body. jisung doesn’t know if he was being possessive over you or if he was just jealous, could be both. but he couldn’t do anything about it. he quickly rummaged through the fridge for ice cream. the sound of that might’ve been louder than the songs being played on the speaker, because you noticed his presence.

“ji!” you called out. he pretends not to hear you, with a tub of ice cream in his hand, he went back upstairs after shutting the door of the fridge with his foot.

“who’s he?” the guy in front of you questioned as he watched the kid disappear up the steps.

“birthday girl’s younger brother,” you answered.

jisung’s 18 when his body went through his second growth spurt. many girls fawn over him. he had grown much taller than before, his features are more defined now, and his muscles are super obvious too. not that you realised, you’re practically with him the entire time his body went through changes.

for some reason his sex hormones are shooting out the roof after turning 18. jisung had spent plenty of nights jerking off to dirty thoughts of you, to the point where he doesn’t know if he’s capable of holding himself back anymore. he’s not even slightly interested in the girls that practically throws themselves at him.

through multiple years of having a one sided crush on his older sister’s friend, he no longer knows what to do about it.

currently jisung is in his room, playing computer games with his friends.

“left! on the left!” jisung flinches when he hears haechan’s loud screams through his headset.

“fucking hell.” jeno utters, spamming the keys.

all three of them groan when the screen announces their loss. before jisung could say something about their last play, his door swings open as you walk into his room, flopping down on his bed. jisung takes his headset off, leaving it on the table.

“i’m bored ji,” you lay down on your side to face him when he turns his gaming chair to face you, “your sister went grocery shopping with her boyfriend.”

he hums, “why didn’t you tag along?” he doesn’t even care about his sister or her boyfriend, whatever it is, not when you’re on his bed with the tightest tank top and the shortest shorts he’s seen in his entire life. you’re not even wearing a bra. thats how comfortable you are with him. he bets you don’t even see him as a man.

“don’t wanna be a thirdwheel,” you sigh, but it came out sounding like a soft moan. jisung’s body tenses up seeing you flip over on his bed, your ass on display for him to gawk at. no way in hell you’re this naive he thought to himself.

he can feel himself getting harder underneath his sweats. “y-y/n, i just remembered that i have something important to work on, and i kind of need my privacy.. to focus.” jisung didn’t sound convincing at all, you quickly got up and sat on his lap, which causes jisung to bite on his bottom lip. it has become a normal thing for you to sit on jisung’s lap. the first time consisted of you telling him it was normal since he always sat on your lap when he was a child. you didn’t take it weirdly when you were sat comfortably on his lap.

“what’s so important?” you turn the chair to face his pc.

jisung grunts when you shift your ass closer to his crotch. he didn’t mean to stare down at your ass but, as a man, he couldn’t control himself. his heart starts to beat faster and he can feel his boner sticking uncomfortably on his sweats.

“ji is your phone in your pocket or something?” you ask, hands moving behind to grab his phone but you pull back when you realise that it’s something else.

“shit- sorry,” you quickly got up from his lap, excusing yourself, wondering why he had a hard on, “i think your sister might be back soon so i’ll wait for her downstairs.” you try to not sound too nervous, because why in the world would you be nervous and flustered?

your hands are already turning the doorknob, but before you could step out of him room, jisung slams the door shut. his tall figure hovering behind you, your back facing him.

“noona, i- i need you.” he admits as he grinds his cock against your ass, hands gripping your hips so tightly.

you gasp at the feeling of him rubbing his hard length on your core through your underwear. “fuck- ji.. we- we can’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“just once.. wanna feel you, please.”

you feel jisung’s hot breath hitting your neck, moments later he’s sucking and licking on your shoulders, nape, up to your ear.

you know you shouldn’t. you know. but you can’t help it. you know you’ll never be able to see your best friend without feeling guilty anymore, for wanting to fuck her younger brother. the little boy that you took care of all these years, grew up to be so.. alluring.

you whimper when jisung pushes your panties to the side, “wait ji- you’re gonna regret—”

he cuts you off, “no. wanted you for so long, wanted to fuck you since forever, wanted you all to myself, but of course you’d never see me that way, not back then, not now, and probably not ever. i’ll always be a little brother in your eyes. isn’t that right? i’m going to fuck you now, i’m going to make sure you’ll never forget it.. forget this. shit— never forget me, gonna ruin you for all the other guys out there, you’re mine. you’re mine noona, you hear me?”

his words are so intoxicating, so dirty, you wonder where he learnt how to talk like that. your breath gets slammed out of your lungs when he plunges into you, hard.

“fuck! ji!” you slap your palm over your mouth, trying your best to contain your noises. afraid of your best friend coming back early, and hearing your back being blown out by her younger brother.

“let me hear you noona.. let me hear how good im making you feel.”

to be honest, it’s impossible to not make a sound, not with the way he’s fucking into you. so good, so fucking good.

“pussy made for me, you’re made for me.. aren’t you?”

you nod, “y-yes.. yours, only yours ji.”

“shit- taking me in so well, fucking love you.”

jisung feels the way your walls flutter around him, “close?”

you nod again.

“cum for me.”

and you did.

so did jisung, painting your walls white.

you shiver, feeling full and warm.

—

“we’re home!!” your best friend announces when she walks through the front door with her boyfriend behind her, “y’all having that bonding time or something?” she says, noticing you and jisung by the counter.

“yeah.” you smile at her, thighs twitching as you sense jisung’s cum leaking out of your hole.

thankful that he allowed you to put on your underwear at the very least.

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bonus

“holy shit. he really fucked her.” haechan chuckles in shock.

“didn’t know he had it in him,” jeno says, jaw dropping.

“i think i’m hard.”

“you think?” jeno laughs light heartedly, switching his tab to incognito mode.

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neocentral · 10 months

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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?”

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