#Han Jisung oneshot

[jj-one]

FIRST TIME’S A CHARM.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: sports au, football jock!boyfriend!han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, light angst (if you squint), reader is so in love with jisung it makes everyone sick, reader is a virgin, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc.), typical nervousness of first time sex, cherry popping, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk words: 5.1k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Feelings of melancholy plagued your heart this morning. You miss him. You want to touch him, talk to him, breathe the same air as him. Your boyfriend Han was your world. He hasn’t replied to your usual ‘good morning’ text yet and the waiting game was slowly eating you up. You have to get ready for cheer practice since tomorrow is game day but you were hoping that your boyfriend could walk you to the gymnasium. You dread going to practice sometimes but Han would always find a way to lift your spirits and make your mood instantly better.

“You need to give him some space y/n.. you know he’s busy, we can just walk together it’ll be fine!” Karina attempts to snap you into a reality check.

She was your roommate and also on your cheer team, she’s been one of your closest friends since you transferred to this school a few months ago.

“But he always walks with me! I’ll just wait for him to reply, what if he texts me while we’re walking there and then he-“

“Jesus Christ y/n, you should hear yourself talk the way you go on and on about this boy! Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” Karina retorts, “Let’s get a move on, we don’t need to be late to practice for the third time in a row!”

Grabbing your arm in the process, Karina heads out the door with you to get going. You wanted to whine and complain some more but you decided to let it go since you don’t want to annoy your friend with anymore talk of your boyfriend. You could talk about him all day long, you never get sick of being around him, he’s just always so busy with football and other things that it’s hard to see him sometimes. Since the gym you were practicing at was near the football field, you’d hope to eventually run into him later.

Your boyfriend did ultimately text you back but not until your cheer practice was over. You kept messing up the routine and Mrs. Park, your coach was getting irritated by your lack of coordination.

“Y/n, what’s with you today?! I know you can do way better than this!” She snaps in front of everyone, your whole team was looking at you and the embarrassment fully sunk in.

You didn’t have much to say other than a simple “I’m sorry” and “I’ll try harder”, it was your fault that you let your inner thoughts cloud your ability of performing. You gave yourself a couple minutes to recuperate and stretch to join the team again, you couldn’t let them down since the stunt you had to do needed to be executed perfectly.

After cheer practice you read the texts Han sent you:

‘Heyyy babe, so sorry for the late reply :( I’ve been practicing all morning and didn’t get a chance to check my phone!’

‘I just finished, wanna meet in a bit? I’m with Chan and Changbin rn’

You were now grinning ear to ear from his reply, you’ve been waiting all day to see him. It didn’t take long for you to respond back to him enthusiastically.

‘Yes! Where are you??’

‘Still on the field but at the bleachers, meet me there’

‘Ok, coming now!!’

‘See you in a few ;)’

With almost lightning speed you make a dash for the locker rooms and changed out of your cheer clothes to go find your boyfriend. Karina wanted to tag along since she secretly has a crush on Changbin but doesn’t quite want to admit it just yet. Making your way to the football field, you see some figures in the distance sitting on the bleachers; presuming to be your boyfriend and his two friends. You picked up your pace practically sprinting at this point to go hug your boyfriend who was still in mid-conversation with Chan and Changbin. You didn’t even acknowledge or say hi to either of them, only focusing on the man in front of you now. You’ve been craving to see him all day and finally being able to hug him made the sadness you felt this morning dissipate.

“How’s my pretty princess feeling today?” Han says, still having you wrapped tight in a bear hug. His fingers stroked your hair as he felt you against him, words couldn’t describe how happy you were in this moment.

“I’m okay now that I’m with you!” You exclaim, nuzzling your chin into his broad shoulder.

Everytime he hugged or held you, it felt like the warmest place you could be. Nothing compared to his embrace, it electrified you in so many ways that couldn’t be spoken into words.

“Ugh! Could you guys get a damn room already? I’m sick of seeing you act all lovey dovey, makes me depressed that I’m still single!” Changbin teases the both of you. You know he was only joking but it made you want to be even more of a nuisance.

“Then turn around and look the other way, we’re not going anywhere!” Han fires back, now bringing his face towards you to kiss him. He plants his lips on yours and gives you a soft kiss, delighting you with the taste of his minty flavored chapstick.

“Mmm… that flavor tastes good Hannie, could kiss your lips all day!” You go back in for another kiss, completely forgetting that Chan, Changbin, and Karina were right there watching this whole thing go down.

“Alright, enough!” Chan interrupts you and your boyfriends almost near make-out sesh with a reminder of previous plans. “Are we still going back to my place for movie night? I didn’t buy popcorn and snacks for no reason!”

“Ah shit, I totally forgot about movie night…” Han face palms from the lack of remembrance.

“Can I join?!” You chime in, hoping that Chan will allow you in the group so you can spend more time with Han.

“Could I come too?” Karina asks, sitting next to Chan trying her best not to make eye contact with Changbin.

“Yeah sure, the more the merrier I guess!” He shrugs his shoulders.

You were glad Chan let the both of you come along since you didn’t know him that well, you only talked to him on a few different occasions but each time he seemed pretty chill. He was the football quarterback and was loved by pretty much the entire university, he was practically the leader of the football team and looked after everyone. Your boyfriend was also a very popular guy and was well-liked by all his pupils, he was a really good defense and took his athletic skills seriously. You were so proud of your boyfriend and everything that he’s accomplished so far.

“Alright, let’s get going shall we? My dorms not that far from here, should only be a 10 minute walk!” Chan says while standing up.

Everyone gets up from the bleachers to start heading in the direction of the dorms and Han takes your hand in his.

“You cold babe?” Han asks while walking, he sees you shivering a bit from the sudden cool breeze of the wind.

You were wearing a short sleeve t-shirt which probably wasn’t the best idea but you were rushing this morning. You simply nod your head to his ask, you could feel the goosebumps rising on your delicate skin.

“Don’t worry, here you go darling.” Han quickly takes the letterman varsity jacket off his body to bring onto yours. The jacket weighs you down a bit and it was completely drowning you but you didn’t care.

“You look so adorable in my jacket babe, always look so cute wearing my things.” He compliments you while holding your hand tighter.

You could smell Han’s scent on the fabric, everything about him felt like home to you. You’ve been dating for 4 months now, you transferred to this new university thinking you wouldn’t make any friends at all. As soon as you became a cheerleader Han noticed you straight away, he asked a few of the girls about you but you were new so they didn’t know much. He wanted to get to know you more so he went in to shoot his shot and ended up being successful, now you’re both dating and are essentially the school’s power couple. The most popular jock dating the new pretty cheerleader was the perfect recipe to get everyone around the school talking.

“We’re here guys!” Chan says while coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

He opens the door to lead the way for you all and Han has his arms wrapped behind you plastering small kisses to your cheek. You giggle as you walk inside to see more people sitting on the couch. It was some more members from the football team who joined for movie night but you and Han weren’t actually planning to watch movies with the rest of them.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Han whispers in your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You agree to his ask and Han tells everyone that you’ll both be back before the movie starts getting good. Chan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact you both casually go into his room, he adds one last piece of advice, “make sure to use protection guys!”

Han doesn’t comment back at that, only reacting with a chuckle and heading towards the bedroom.

Chan’s room was your typical early twenties, frat-boy style living quarters. Clothes spread all on the floor, a couple posters adorned the walls, and the bed was unmade with a few textbooks on top. It was everything you’d imagine it would be, nothing in the slightest bit romantic.

“Wow, what a lovely choice to make our grand escape!” You said sarcastically, looking around at the tornado of a room it was.

“Hey, mine is way worse and you don’t even complain!” Han retorts, throwing the textbooks off the bed.

“That’s because I clean your room every time I come over!”

You sat on the bed with Han beside you, he snaked his arm over to wrap you into another tight hug. You feel the hardness of his chest against you and the sounds of his heartbeat produced butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been waiting to be alone with your boyfriend all day and now that the time has come you can’t keep your lips off him. You brought your face closer to his and sealed his lips to yours, his short brown locks tickled your forehead in the process.

You’ve been thinking about the next big step in your relationship— sex. Sex was what built the foundation of (most) relationships, it only proved how much you love your partner deeply. You wanted to give Han your everything, you’ve never wanted to do something more in your life. As you slowly break away from the kiss, you make sincere eye contact with your boyfriend, his eyes shown nothing but endearment for you.

“So I’ve been thinking about stuff lately…” you trailed your eyes away for a second, not feeling so confident in yourself anymore.

“Thinking about what?” He asks attentively, his eyes were still glued onto you, you could feel the intensity of his stare.

You had either two options: tell him how you really feel and what you actually want or you can save this for another time. You went with the latter and chose to keep it to yourself.

“Never mind… I’ll tell you later maybe, or another time.”

This doesn’t sit too well with Han. He likes when you’re open with him, honesty has always been a huge thing for him and when you act reclusive towards him he gets worried.

“No babe, just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you— I never do! I just want you to feel comfortable and be able to share anything with me.” His hand rubbed your thigh gently which made you feel more at ease and much calmer.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you.”

“Next step?” Han replies with confusion, “You mean as in like getting married? I think we’re a bit too young for that right no-“

“No Ji, I meant like I’m ready to have sex!” You finally admit, the look on his face became utterly priceless.

“Oh— really? What made you decide that?” He wonders curiously.

He knew for a long time that he was ready to have sex with you but just never mentioned it until you gave him the green light. He’s never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, make-out sessions with him would get super hot and heavy sometimes but that still didn’t stop him from not pushing your boundaries. He knew you were a virgin and that it would take time for you to make a decision as the relationship progresses.

“I just love you so fucking much Ji, I wanna give you my whole body, want you to be my first.” You bring your hand to his, moving it to your breasts for him to feel you.

His hand squeezes your boob gently, causing you to gasp at the light action. He cups his whole hand around it and juggles it in his palm, smiling at your beauty.

“You have the most perfect tits.” Han says in almost a whisper, still admiring your presence.

Both of his hands now playing with your boobs as he massages them through your t-shirt, you couldn’t help but go back and kiss his soft lips. The kiss grew more passionate as time went on, you couldn’t stop kissing those precious lips of his, you wanted your face attached to his 24/7. You got on top of him now, tangling your fingers through his luscious hair whilst your tongues glide against each other. He removed one of his hands from your breast to go grab your ass, squeezing your left cheek firmly.

“Lay on your back princess” Han says, instructing you as you lye back down on the bed. You aren’t sure what he has in mind but it can’t be anything innocent.

“What do you want to do to me?” You ask, pressing your thighs together to feel something.

“I want to make you feel really good…” He continues in a sultry tone, “I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby.”

His mouth goes back onto yours, kissing almost roughly this time. Something was taking over your boyfriend and it was turning you on incredibly. He plastered a few more wet kisses to your chin and neck, leaving trails of his glistening saliva all over you. Not a doubt was going through your mind, just undying love and devotion to your boyfriend.

“I love you so much y/n, you know that?” Han says reassuringly, you know he loves you but hearing it still made your heart flutter every time.

“I love you so much Hannie!” You probably loved him more than yourself at this point.

His hands roamed your half naked body once he rid you of your t-shirt and sports bra. His soft, tender touch was enough to drive you crazy and he’s barely done anything yet. You held your breath as his fingers danced across your skin, your brain was completely fuzzy and only filled with desire. You tugged at the end of his shirt so he could take it off and he obliged, pulling it from the top and lifting it over his head. You get a full clear view of body, that beautiful body of his, you wonder how a man can be shaped so gracefully. He had the most broad shoulders, chiselled abs and muscles, but his waist was so pretty and tiny. It didn’t make sense how one could be built such a way but he was perfect, his physique truly mesmerized you.

You go in to feel his muscles, his biceps were absolutely to die for, every time he flexed you swear you could hear your kitty purring down there. He was just so hot, you needed to taste each and every inch of him.

“Want you so bad…” you trace the lines of body, fully enamored by your gorgeous boyfriend.

“I’m all yours babe.”

Han lazily brung his hand to the waistband of your pants, fumbling with the button to take them off but was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help you.” You guide him in the right direction and he successfully unbuttons them.

Once your pants are off he slides your underwear down past your knees, his face lights up at the sight beneath him. You were nervous but didn’t want to tell him that incase he stops, feeling a lump in your throat now forming.

“Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime.” You loved that he was always making sure you were 100% okay with everything he did.

You nod and let him continue doing his thing, he captures his lips with yours one more time before a hand creeps up your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush your folds and you shudder from the sensitivity. He smirks into the kiss as he presses a single digit against it, gathering your slick nicely.

“Your pussy feels so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you darling.” Han says after parting from the kiss.

His finger glides between your wet folds, feeling your warm juices gush onto him. He makes a V shape with his fingers to spread you open now, getting a better look at your heat. He licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of you. He inches his head closer to your core and spits on it, watching the saliva run down as he licks a long, slow stripe to your cunt.

His mouth becomes suctioned to your clit as he runs his tongue all over it, slobbering against you whilst holding your hips in place.

“Fuck! So good, so good, so good…” you couldn’t stop moaning, the pleasure was just hitting you all at once.

Your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from Han’s insane pussy eating skills. You felt your chest cave in from all the intense pleasure and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, you were in for hell of a treat. One of his digits entered you, now fingerfucking you. You elicit another moan for him as his tongue picks up a quicker pace, his tongue flicks your nub viciously. His finger slips in and out slowly and adds another digit to make you gasp louder. The feeling of your boyfriend stretching you out for him was amazing, you felt your release coming by the second.

“I- I feel weird Ji..” you try to explain how you feel right now but you just can’t describe it. It felt as though you had to pee but you know you didn’t actually need to.

“It’s okay princess, it’s normal. Trust me, just let go. I promise you’ll feel so much better after baby.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to encourage you.

His words made you instantly let go, you whimpered from the feeling of his mouth on your clit again. You rocked your hips forward to grind against him while he ate you out, playing with his hair and slightly pulling it once you felt yourself cumming. Your hips shook rapidly around him, his eye contact never broke off with you and it made you lose your mind. You mumble under your breath, trying your best to contain your orgasm but everything came crashing down violently. Han could taste your sweet essence on his tongue as he lapped up all your juices, not letting any of you go to waste. He kept himself buried between your shaky legs and pulled his fingers out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

“You ready for my cock babe?” He finally lifts his head up from your dripping cunt, his face fully soaked from the action he just performed.

“Yes, need you so bad Ji.. want you to pop my cherry.”

You looked at him with the most seductive eyes, he bit down his lip at what you just said. You know exactly how to make him feel the most special, he was special to you though, this whole moment meant everything to you.

“I’ll be gentle with you princess, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible for you.” He kisses your forehead and captures your lips in his.

He gets up momentarily to go find a condom in one of Chan’s drawers and quickly comes back. He undoes his pants to pull them off along with his boxers, opening the wrapper with his teeth and pulling the condom out to slide it on.

“I don’t usually like condoms,” Han explains “but since this is our first time I don’t want to scare you.”

You giggle at that comment, you don’t know the first thing about sex and all of this is so new to you. You’re just glad you have an experienced boyfriend that can help make this easier for you, it made you feel a lot less awkward.

“I guess I’ll have to get on birth control soon then?” You were willing to do anything for him at this point.

“It’s your body y/n, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You make your own choices.”

It was sweet how even right now he’s only thinking about how you feel, he really does care so much about you. Han repositioned himself to be between your legs again, his cock was now pressed along your folds. He gives you another kiss before asking one last time,

“You ready to do this?”

“Yes! Please hurry, I’m getting impatient!” You whine, wanting to finally feel what it’s like to take dick.

“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure you really want to do this!”

He rubs his cock against you, sliding it up and down to collect more of your wetness. You bite down on your lip, waiting for the real moment to transpire. His hand rests on the end of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, he prods your hole gently. A rush of pain inflicts your body from the feeling of just the tip stretching you, you could only close your eyes at the sensation.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you at all.” Han continues pushing himself in.

The more he inched inside you, the more painful it became. It felt as though your whole body was on fire, everything felt so strange to you. You endured the pain in hopes of it becoming better soon, you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend. You feel the size of his cock growing in you, the constant throbbing was making you dizzy. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let ever go of him. You clench around him as he attempts to fully fit his entire cock but you wince at only half of him inside you.

“Fuck, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?” He studies you with concern, stopping immediately to gauge your body language.

“You’re so fucking tight, even though you’re soaking wet I can still barely fit my cock inside.”

Your face turns red as a tomato, you don’t know what to say and you’re getting too flustered.

“Awe, is my little princess feeling nervous? I told you it’s okay, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, I got you.”

He holds your hand in his, tentatively caressing the inside of your palm, he brings your hand up to kiss it and gave you a warm smile. He continues sliding more of his cock in and is eventually able to get most of himself settled. Your mouth is wide open once he begins slowly thrusting in you. The pain was starting to go away now, just slightly. You focus on the feeling of his length in you, you try to relax your muscles the best way you could. You feel so full, so stuffed, his cock fully immersed in your sweet cunt.

“You feel so good around me princess, just wanna fuck your tight pussy all night long..” he groans while picking up his pace, the discomfort comes back to you now, you wriggle around to make the burning sensation go away.

“Is it supposed to feel like this Ji?” You croak, trying your best to be good for him.

You know that Han would never judge you but you still felt insecure about your performance in the bedroom.

“It’s only going to hurt for a little bit, just keep thinking about me darling, think only thoughts of me.”

You can feel a knot in your stomach form now, his cock slamming into you deeply was making you see stars. You gnaw at his neck to bite down softly, you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore. The pain was now fully gone again, the intense pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. You kept your eyes tightly shut to feel all of him, focusing on what he told you when he said to think only thoughts of him.

“Your cock feels good Ji, I love how feel inside me!” You cry out to him, arching your back against the bed.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, it all felt too good to be real. He increases his rhythm as he thrusts into you, fucking into your little virgin cunt harder. Your pussy twitches around his cock, you feel that need to pee like when he was eating you out.

“I- I think I’m gonna… cumming…” you could barely get a coherent sentence out. All you could do was continue digging your nails in his back and moan out his name.

“You gonna cum for me princess? Do it. Want us to cum together for our first time.” Han throws his head back as he keeps fucking you. He was bucking his hips in a sloppier motion now, indicating that he was getting close like you. It only took a few more pumps of his cock to get you to form a large ‘O’ with your mouth, your jaw stayed locked in place. Your walls contract around his thick cock and you gasped for air as you lose your breath.

“Ah, fuck y/n!” Han almost says with a growl, his chest feels heavy as he releases his load into the condom.

He continues thrusting slowly into you while gently massaging your breasts. You let go and feel your second orgasm approach, feeling waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body. You were both heavily panting, staring at each other with nothing but complete passion. Han collapses onto you, his sticky and sweaty body rested on yours. His cock was still buried in your cunt, you didn’t want this moment to ever be over.

“So how would you rate your first time?” Han asks while propping his head up, “on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I’d say a 100/10, I’ll remember this day forever.”

You snuggle up against him, completely forgetting that you had your first time with Han in Chan’s bedroom.

“Well… maybe it could’ve been better if we did this in our rooms.”

“I agree, but hey there’s always next time!” Han finally pulls out of you and notices tiny droplets of blood on the condom.

“Oh my god babe, I popped your cherry!”

You were shocked that even happened since you didn’t feel anything inside you tearing, guess it was a myth that you could feel your cherry pop. Han looked so stoked by this discovery and you wish you could engrain the look on his face in your brain. You just giggle at his actions and give him another chaste kiss, cuddling with him and forgetting the rest of the world around you.

“I think we should head back out soon, they’re probably thinking what the hell we’ve been doing in here for so long.” Han gets up from the bed to go and put his clothes back on.

“I hope we weren’t too loud!” You say, grabbing your clothes to get changed too.

“If they heard us don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’ll probably congratulate me by how much noise you were making!”

You blush once again by what he said, you can’t believe you just lost your virginity, you don’t feel any different physically but you feel way closer to your boyfriend than ever before. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving, healthy, and supportive relationship. Han Jisung really was the light of your life.

Coming out of Chan’s room felt the walk of shame. You couldn’t face any of his friends or Karina in the living room, they all instantly turned their heads to face you. Changbin started clapping loudly and everyone else followed suit after, you knew this was going to be embarrassing but this just felt like pure torture.

“Congratulations bro! It was about time you finally both got some!” Han’s friend/teammate Minho shouts.

Your biggest fear came true, everyone heard absolutely everything.

“Did you guys really have to fuck in my bed though? I just washed those sheets last week!” Chan exclaimed, giving him the evil eye.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell! Whatever happened in that room stays in that room.” Han brings his hand to his lips to make it look like he sealed them.

All the guys keep teasing him and you couldn’t stop blushing, maybe you should’ve waited to have sex in one of your dorms since Chan will probably never let him live this one down.

“You missed the movie anyway, might as well just leave and go for round 2!” Chan jokes.

“That actually doesn’t seem like a bad idea… thanks. Let’s go y/n!” Han links your arm around his and speed walks out the door.

Now that you were no longer a virgin, it didn’t feel all that odd to you as you thought it would be. It actually felt nice knowing you lost it to someone you love so much, someone you care so deeply out. It may not have been in the most romantic atmosphere which you’ve always pictured losing your virginity in a much better setting. However, you’ll cherish this special day with Han because even if it wasn’t the ideal scenery you had in mind, it was still a reminder that you had such a strong, beautiful connection with your lover.

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Just Friends II | Han Jisung

Synopsis: The party may be over but for you and Jisung the fun isn't. In the dark confines of his room the real party starts.

Pairings: au Han Jisung x Female Reader

Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Fluff Ending.

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Just Friends. A part two was asked for so here it is. I hope this does part one justice. I tried lol. Please read part one before continuing so that you get more context.

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The house is dark and quiet when you and Jisung stumble through the front door. Not just because of the party still coursing through your body but more so because you can't keep your hands to yourself now that you've gotten a taste of him. He seems to be just as desperate for your mouth as you are for his.

His hands, fuck. His strong hands are everywhere. Gripping your ass, sliding up and under your shirt to get rid of the damned thing that keeps him from seeing your body. The only time he pulls away from your lips is to lift your shirt over your head. Once the two of you are in his room he tosses it somewhere, where it landed, you couldn't care. You pull his face back down to yours, kissing him like you'd die if you didn't. He moans on your lips when your needy hands find their way into his hair and pulls on the soft strands. All the while his fingers make quick work at popping the clasps on your red lace bra and freeing your heavy breasts. When Jisung pulls away from you it's a miracle that you even let him.

“I wanna see you, y/n. I wanna see all of you. I need to.” He tells you. His voice is soft but there's a hint of something more to it. Something so dominating that you have to force yourself to not throw yourself on him.

Stepping back at arms length from you he admires your breast and he practically drools over how big they are. Bigger than he could've imagined seeing them free from their confines. God the amount of times he pumped himself into his fist at night in this very room to the thought of leaving hickies all over your tits.

“Damn I'd let you suffocate me with those babies.” He says and you let out a surprised laugh.

Yup he's still your goofy best friend. Still you're relieved at how nothing has changed between the pair of you. That was your main worry about acting on your feelings. All your worries now however are out the window. Right now you wished he'd just fucking touch you again. You're dying to see what he tastes like, dying to see if you can make him come undone with just your tongue. That would have to wait as Jisung seems to have other things on his mind.

Without warning, he’s leading you backwards until the edge of the bed is at the back of your knees and with a cocky smirk he pushes you backwards onto your ass. You let out a soft oof and he hovers over you chuckling. The way your tits jiggle is a beautiful sight to him and he can't wait to watch them bounce while you ride him into the mattress.

As if you can read his mind, you lick your lips and with your index finger you beckon him but he isn't about to let you have control, not just yet. He's a hungry man going through the midnight munchies and he's got his mind set on something sweet. The only thing that will satisfy his craving is the sweet nectar of your cunt. Jisung gets down between your legs and rips your jeans down off, flinging them into the darkness of his room.

The only light comes from the glow of the full moon through the crack of his black curtains. He unwraps you like a greedy kid unwrapping his first candy bar after a night of trick or treating. You're naked in his bed now and he's looking up at you with such an intense stare. Wide brown boba eyes look at you, his face getting closer and closer to your sore and sensitive sex, thanks to the pounding he gave you fifteen minutes ago. When he's within an inch of your pussy he can still see remnants of his cum inside of you but it doesn't stop him.

“Let me taste you y/n. God I just wanna drink you, devour this pussy until your legs are shaking and you're screaming my name.”

He doesn't wait for your response. Whatever he's seen on your face is all the answer he needs. His tongue is lapping you up and he's teasing you with his thumb in a soft circular motion. The movement reminds you of the days that you and he would be stuck in here playing video games. You'd almost always lose or die, getting so distracted by his hands. The veins and the way he'd flick his thumb over the joystick almost exactly like he's doing to your clit right now.

He's so good at it too that after a minute your head is dropping back onto the mattress and your lids go heavy. Jisungs arms wraps around your thighs lifting them up to rest on his shoulders as he fucks you with his tongue. Pushing it in and out of you, licking you and down like ice cream on a cone. He tears himself away from your heat but his thumb keeps the same rhythm alternating between pressure and no pressure.

“Mmm baby, this pussy tastes so good. Y/n I want you to cum on my tongue. Can you do that for me beautiful?”

“F- fuck Ji. If you keep doing what you're doing, then I'm going to cum right now.” You moan arching your back.

You hear him chuckle and his face disappears once again, diving his tongue past your folds and consumes you. He doesn't stop, not even as your legs are shaking around him and the growls leaving him vibrates through you, only to bring you to your climax sooner rather than later. Your moans get caught in your throat leaving you a panting and crying mess on his bed. As much as he wanted you to ride him, he knows there'll be other opportunities, right now his cock is aching for you. Besides he can watch your tits bounce while he fucks the shit out of you. Your cries almost made him cum right along with you right there on his bedroom floor.

Crawling up onto the bed with you and keeping your legs right where they are, he slips his cock inside you while your body is still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Ah, Jisung.” You whine and gasp underneath him, the pressure feels so intense. He feels deeper this way and you feel fuller.

He takes the hem of his shirt in between his teeth and mumbles curses in both Korean and English biting down on the material hard. Just looking at you, so dazed and so thoroughly fucked is like one of his fantasies come to life. He just wants to cum inside you over and over all night. Eventually though, you'll leave his bed and if you two fuck again after tonight, when all logical thinking returns, he won't get to feel you how soft your walls are when they squeeze his cock again. It's why he's trying so damn hard to not cum right now.

He slows down, taking your legs and wraps them around his waist. Leaning down into you he takes one of your aching hard nipples in his mouth sucking and biting down gently and slowly fucks you. Pulling all the way out of you leaving just the tip in, he fucks you like that. Slow and never going more than an inch inside of your cunt while he edges the both of you. When he finally gives you every inch of him again, it's so sudden that you moan louder than you intended. You've tried to be quiet only so that Jisung's nosey neighbors don't over hear you two but fuck… He feels so incredible inside of you.

“Ji… oh God! I'm going to cum, babe. Faster please. Fuck me faster.” You beg.

He can't say no to you, not his sexy girl. He was dying for you to cum again so he could fill your pussy anyway. Resting one hand on the wall and the other beside your head he steadies himself and moves as fast as he can. His thrusts are frenzied, erratic, even a little crazed but he pounds the head of his cock into the sweet spot that has you seeing stars and leaving scratches all down his chest calling his name out over and over.

“Yeah that's my baby. Fuck, I love the way your pussy feels when you cum around me y/n. Ah, gonna fill you up y/n. Fuuuuck!”

His final thrust is so hard, you’re certain he bruised your cervix. It hurts so good and you can feel it when he shoots his seed inside of you. You watch his face as he shoots ropes after ropes of cum inside your throbbing cunt as it contracts around him. This beautiful pained expression on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. His brows furrowed and his small perfect pink lips part letting his moans and huffs out. As his breathing slows you reach a hand up, brushing his dark hair away from his sweaty forehead. Opening his eyes he smiles shyly, pecking you on the lips, still buried inside of you.

He doesn't want to move, he can't, not until he has to, he wants you again and again. He wants to take his time with you. But time isn't on either side of yours tonight. His parents would be home soon and you needed to be out of there before you two get caught, quite literally with your pants down. Slow kisses however, only stirs up things and Jisung is moving again.

He takes his time like he wanted, fucking you slowly, a lazy pace almost as if he’s making love to you. Your bodies are pressed so close together but it's not enough for him. Jisung wraps you up into his arms, holding you closer, hugging you tighter, moving in and out. Pushing inside of your sloping wet cunt as far as he can. His cum, still warm inside of you, only makes things more slippery, easier to move inside of you with barely any effort.

You feel your third orgasm building up inside of you. Starting from your legs, moving up and up until you come crashing down. Your moans are lost in his kisses this time and when he cums his entire body shakes. Sex with Jisung this way, you feel pleasure all over. He sighs looking down at you and for a second he just holds your stare. Very quietly he whispers, “I love you y/n. Always have since you kicked my ass in dodgeball in middle school.”

When you giggle he groans, feeling your body shake while he's still inside you. His cock is far too sensitive to pull out just yet.

“I love you too Jisung.” You whisper, “Now pull out so we can change your sheets before your parents get home. We've made a mess.”

He chuckles doing what you asked but he doesn't let you go far. He hasn't let you go far since and now as his wife, there's no way in hell that he will ever let you go.

The End♡

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❝USE ME❞ — h.js.

PAIRING. han jisung x fem!reader.

GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. friends with benefits. sub! jisung. dom! reader. overstimulation. praising. pet names. kinda power play? (reader is kinda jisung's boss). piv. face riding. oral (f. and m. recieving). unprotected sex (please don't) . based on jisung and reader scene of hsog fic. lmk if i forgot anything.

SYNOPSIS. jisung just want to be a good friend and help you release some stress.

WORD COUNT. 3,7k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. thanks to michi (@cybrsan) for giving me the idea to create this.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡

                They all heard the moment something crash and the agonizing scream you let out at the same second. Jisung and Hyunjin, who were closer to the bedroom halls, were quickly close to your door, finding Chan also getting out of his with a distraught expression. The silence that followed your scream made them all wary as Chan indicated all of them to return, finding everyone’s attention on the three boys.

                “What happened?”

                Naturally, Jeongin was the first to ask, raising his head from Minho’s computer screen.

                “It was silent after.”

                It was all Hyunjin offered as all the others sigh. They knew you were stressed, the whole situation with the whistleblower taking a toll on you, knowing the superiors had called both you and Yang for questioning as to why the prisoner had been terminated, and only after the evidence were laid out was that you were cleared, but not before a private conversation with one of the superiors.

                “Shouldn’t we check up on her?”

                Chaeryeong was the first to ask what everyone was thinking, their head snapping to Chan who had been the last to talk to you before you head to the room.

                “Okay -”

                “I’ll go,” Jisung said quickly, receiving a curious stare from everyone before sighing. “We know she won’t talk, the silence was probably because she knows we may have heard it and she doesn’t want us to question it.”

                “She has been pretty stressed lately…”

                Ryujin words travelled through the room. Everyone knew that they could only get so much from you, if you didn’t want to talk, there was no way they could find out what was on your mind.

                “Jisung is the best option,” Minho said, checking some of the footage from when the system was connected by you. The look on your face was the same one he had seen prior, you were gathering your thoughts, something was troubling you, and you were now frustrated because you couldn’t visualize it, or a way out of whatever it was you found. “She won’t talk, she’s too into her head, and he’s the body language expert.”

                After a moment of silence and mumbles from everyone while Jeongin and Chan were having a secret conversation, Jisung was eyeing the bedroom halls every five seconds. No one but you had access to the surveillance on the leaders room and they could only see it with you allowing them, which didn’t help the jitters going down everyone’s spine.

                They had just arrived at their destination, having to stay there for at least a week until headquarters decided it was okay for them to return, but you had seen something and you wouldn’t tell them until you were sure, that’s the only thing they knew for sure.

                “Okay,” Chan’s words broke the silence making all eyes snap at him as his focus was on Jisung, “try to figure it out what happened, I don’t care how, all I want is for her to be okay, we don’t care what you do to make that happen.”

                That was a silent conversation, one that everyone knew what meant and why it was spoken like that. Jisung could feel the jitters in the pit of his stomach; he refused to call them butterflies, because that implied things he shouldn’t be having, not towards you.  No strings attached, that was the agreement everyone had, yet here he was looking like a teenager with a crush going towards your door room, knocking lightly as he eyed everyone still in the Communication Center. He knocked again, stronger this time, did he sound desperate? Because he thought he was.

                He was about to knock a second time when the door lock was turned and the handle was turned, opening to the sight of you in nothing but a towel wrapped around your torso, hair still humid from the shower you probably took prior to the scream, so maybe you had a realization of something while on the shower? The small sigh that left your lips already told Jisung what you were going to say.

                “Ji, I’m so-”

            The touch of his lips on yours was for nothing more than to shut you up, which you caught up quickly. His eyes traveling through your body, face, hair, lips, eyes and back to your lips slightly agape from what had happened. Yet, here you waited for what Jisung wanted, making him swallow dry before taking a step forward, noticing how you didn’t stop him or walked away.

            “No need to say anything,” his hands found your waist, his mouth finding the corner of your own, a light push and you two were inside your room, Jisung's foot pushing the door, closing it behind him, who pulled you closer, connecting your mouths again. “I heard you, we all heard you.”

            “I’m sorry Ji, but -”

            “No need,” he already knew you didn’t want to talk, your body and face only confirmed it for him when the door opened, he could also see the tension on your body, how stressed you were, you needed to relax and he knew exactly how to make that happen. "Use me."

            “Jisung? What?"

            “Use,” a kiss on your jaw, “me,” another kiss under your ear that made a small moan leave your mouth and you felt a small smile form on Jisung’s mouth. “I’m yours to do with as you please,” you pulled away meeting his eyes, his hands firmly on your waist, trapping you against his body. “You can use me to make yourself feel better, as long as you get better.”

            Your eyes roamed every corner of Jisung's face before your lips found his again, your feet already guiding the two of you to the bed as you tried to make your mind forget everything that had happened since the moment you found Shinwoo's basketball a few hours ago.

            It worked until your backpack fell to the ground, the noise of the drone against the ground bringing you back for a moment, your eyes falling on the backpack as Jisung kissed your neck, moving down until he found the pendant that rested between the valley of your still hidden breasts.

            Jisung's eyes searched for yours, indicating the necklace. Everyone knew that necklace was important to you, but this was a subject that you had never talked about with any of them and you wouldn't, everyone respected your decision, but everyone knew that in moments like that, you always took it off, or rather, asked whoever was with you to take it off, which was what Jisung was doing now, as he kissed every part of your skin, helping your mind not to think about whatever it was that troubled you now. Or even all the things prior to right now. He wanted you to not think, and he was gonna make sure of that.

            All you needed was a distraction, and he was gonna be exactly that to you.

            His right hand caressed your thigh as his left held your head, a trail of wet kisses being left from your ear to the valley of your breasts, making him eye you again, waiting for confirmation you were okay with it, that he could take the necklace off. To his surprise you brought his face up, crashing both your lips as your heels locked on his thigh pulling him to you, a small whimper leaving Jisung’s lips as he felt a smirk forming.

            “Please Ji, make me forget.”

            It was all he needed to take of your necklace putting on the nightstand, not missing how your eyes followed every movement before finding Jisung’s dark ones, making a sly smile appear on your lips as his mouth found your neck, his hands quickly opening the towel allowing his digits to mark your skin as his kisses went lower, finding your uncovered breasts.

            As his left hand cupped your right breast, his mouth fully sucked on your left, making a loud moan left your mouth as your right hand went for his head, pulling the hair slightly making him whimper against your breast.

            “Fuck don’t do that.”

            “Don’t do what?” You playfully said as you pulled his hair again making his mouth fully detach from your hardened nipple, a groan being followed as he already had hooded eyes. “That?”

            “Y-yes,” as your fingers started to caress his scalp leaning his head back into your breast, he left a ‘thank you’ murmur before he bit down your nipple making you moan. “Now, let me take care of you, please.”

            Although you loved when Jisung was doming, having him whimper and plead for you was just as exhilarating. His left hand never leaving your right breast, pitching the nipple from time to time as he leaves red and purple marks all over your neck and breasts. When his hands weren’t on your breasts, they were holding you down from your waist as you started to move your hips and pull him closer, but he wanted to push you, he wanted you to use him, the only way that could happen was if he pushed all your buttons.

            “Take off your clothes, now,” the demand that came with your voice made Jisung smile widely, he had finally made it, just after a few purple marks and his hands lingering a little too close to your heat. As he obliged to your demand, you watched him carefully, God he had a body made by the best sculptures of Heaven. Your hands greedly pulled him in by the waist, his hard cock already millimeters of your face, glistening with precum, making you smirk as you eyed him from below, lips slightly touching his length. “You are so pretty for me Ji, you know that, don’t you my pretty baby boy?”

            The whimper that left Jisung’s mouth at that, followed quickly by a loud moan as your lips finally touched his cockhead, making him throw his head backwards while jolting his hips forwards, trying to fully be in your mouth, and you let it, at first. Taking half of his size inside your mouth, feeling him twitch as your nails scratched his lower abdomen.

            Your tongue swirling around his head as you squeezed the other half that was out of your mouth from time to time. The noises coming out of his mouth only hitting your dripping cunt as you finally took him out, the line of saliva mixed with the precum connecting your mouth with his red leaking cockhead.

            “I was good, why -”

                “You know the rules, I cum first,” you bat your eyelashes at him as both your knees found the mattress walking away from him, allowing him to sit on the bed as he quickly did, boba eyes filled with lust eyeing you as your hand cupped his cheeks binging him into a sloppy kiss. His moan was loud as he felt his taste on your tongue. Your hand pressing down his chest while his hands found your waist and thigh, pulling you to straddle him. “Now, put that mouth to good use, yes?”

                “Can I also touch you?”

                “You can, but I’ll set the pace,” your hand grabbed his hair again as a whimper left his mouth making you smile, “now, can I ride your face, Ji? Will you be okay with that?”

                He nodded as best as he could while you pulled his hair even more, feeling his cock twitch under you, as your soaked cunt slid back and forth, his hands already grabbing your waist and hips, only so slightly while his fingers dig into your flesh. You pulled his hair again increasing the movement of your hips, your available hand holding his jaw making him open his eyes and look at you.

                “Use me as you please, I’m nothing but a fucktoy for you right now.”

                “Such a pretty boy, you are,” you kissed him one last time disconnecting your cunt from his cock, receiving another complaining moan, “ah, if you are gonna complain, then you shouldn’t have my -”

                “No! No, please, please, I’ll be good, I’m sorry, let me taste you, please, sit on my face, I don’t care if I can’t breathe, I just need to taste you, please.”

                You smirked at the panic in his eyes, you knew he could please you in other ways, although you loved his mouth, his abs and thighs had also always done a good job, but never as good as the feeling of his tongue against your folds. You kept caressing his cheek as you climbed up, only stopping when your wet cunt was exactly above his mouth, your hand scratching his scalp.

                As his hands moved to find your waist, he noticed you had both legs on top of his biceps, allowing him to only reach your thigh at best. A smirk formed on your lips as you pulled his hair before sitting against his open mouth feeling his nose against your clit as his tongue quickly found your wet folds.

                 You started to rock your hips against him as you felt his fingers dig on your thighs. The sounds coming from both of you increasing considerably the warmth forming on your stomach. As you felt your thighs tremble, your available hand went to Jisung’s hip bone in hopes of helping you maintain some sort of control over the situation, only then noticing he was moving it around, making you eye him confused, but never stopping your movements.

                 He was fucked out and you have barely touched him, making you then look behind you, his red angry leaking cock making your mouth water. You elevated yourself from his face, laughing a little as you heard both a whine and a heavy breath. As you moved your legs, he noticed you had freed his arms, making him quickly wrap them around your waist, a giggle leaving your lips.

                “Make me cum Ji, and you’ll get your reward.”

                Only then your hand found his hot cock, fingers squeezing it making a loud guttural moan erupt from his throat making you clench around nothing. Without another word his arms pulled you down on his face, his lips attaching to your clit sucking it harshly as you felt of his hands go down your ass, giving a hard slap as making you gasp loudly and squeeze his dick before using your thumb to spread the precum leaking from the head, using to jerk him off while giving random squeezes whenever his tongue would go inside you making his nose deliciously press against your clit.

                Your hand movements stopped the moment you felt the heat build up fast on your lower abdomen, your hips moving on its own as you pulled his hair, the other hand going to the pillow to help you stabilize as you rocked your hips against Jisung’s face chasing your own high. Which came with a loud cried moan before you felt something hot on your back and ass, finding  Jisung’s hand on his cock, white hot stripes of cum still leaking from his cock.

                The moment your eyes met his fucked out face, glassy eyes and how much of your arousal was painting his nose, mouth and chin, you reconsidered being mean to him, after all, he had been so good to you.

                “I’m sorry, I-”

                “Oh Ji, it’s okay, truly,” your fingers played with the cum that was on his abdomen as you got up and back from his face, his glassy eyes following your every move, knowing you were preparing something, “I used you already, we both came, you can leave -”

                “No, please, I -”

                “Ji, it’s fine, really,” you laughed at his panic making him sigh as he sat up straight, “but I would like to do something,” although his cock was soft, you noticed the twitch happen when your fingers lightly touched the length, noticing how Jisung bit his bottom lip, “because I’m feeling rather empty right now…”

                “Fuck…,” you giggle as you felt his hands on your back, the sticky cum on his fingers. “Let me clean you up first,” before you could respond, he got up taking a hand towel, you heard the water running and smiled at yourself, you were lucky to have him on your team, you were lucky to have him either way if you were honest. “What’s with the smile?”

                Your head shot up at that, finding his amused smile as one of his hands was on your shoulders and you felt the wet cloth against your skin making you shiver slightly, getting a giggle from Jisung.

                “It’s nothing, I just… I just feel lucky to have you and the rest of the team, I like how we manage to understand each other.”

                “Fucking someone kinda have that effect, you -”

                “It’s not just about the fucking, Ji,” your eyes met his as he went to clean the mess between your legs, only then you noticed how his face no longer had your arousal all over it, making you want to ride him all over again, “I genuinely love our dynamics, even before we all started fucking around.”

                “You getting soft, (y/n),” he laughed as he pulled you into his lap, discarting the towel somewhere as he made you straddle him, “can’t say I dislike when I get to see you like this.”

                “I don’t wanna talk about it, Ji.”

                “We don’t need to,” he says, kissing my neck once again, his hands roaming your body before one of his arms goes around your waist as the other grabs your ass cheek squeezing it harshly making you whimper against him. “Tell me what you want and I’ll deliver, please, I just want to make you feel good, boss.”

                “Fuck Ji, I need you inside,” your hand goes to the back finding his half-hard cock before putting the tip at your wet entrance, “fill me up, stay with me for a bit, please.”

                “Anything for you,” his kisses find your neck once again as you can feel his teeth bite against your skin as his cock fills you up, making both of you moan. “You are so perfect, God I could easily live on this pussy of yours.”

                You giggle as you clench around his length, feeling it twitch inside of you as Jisung groans against your neck. His hands roam your body, nails digging occasionally on your skin as you two find each other on a heated kiss.

                “Bet I can make you cum by just this,” you say jokingly, feeling his hard cock twitch again by your phrase and clench, a smirk on your lips, “make you melt under me but barely doing anything to you.”

                The whimper that left his mouth as your nails traveled his body scratching lightly through the hot skin made you bite your lip as you watched him break under you.

                “Please, ple-please do,” you feel his hips jolt up as you clench around him again and laugh against his ear as you leave a trail of kisses from ear to ear. “Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna cum.”

                “Already? But I barely started,” you say, pushing him down on the bed again, his hands firmly on your waist and hip, “you only cum when I tell you, understand?” He nods as his lustful eyes wander across your body. “That’s my pretty good boy.”

                “Call me that again, please,” he pleaded as your hands went to his pecs as you started to move up and down his length, just enough to tease you both. One of his hands went down as his thumb found your clit, already putting pressure there as he held your hips strongly making you look at him curiously. “Let me, I promise I’ll make you cum, let me make you feel good.”

                The nod was slow, but the smirk was all the answer Jisung needed as he held you a little higher, before keep playing with your clit, only the tip of his cock inside of you, but he held you up whenever you tried to go down, until his hand leaves your clit finding your breasts, slapping them before squeeze them against his fingers, bringing a loud moan to your mouth as he started to push his cock inside you strongly and take it out slowly.

                Noises started to fill your room again as Jisung’s cock started to fill you up faster, making you bounce slightly as you feel it turn sloppier, the build up in your stomach growing. AS quickly as you could, you took his hand from your hip and waist pulling it up to your breasts as you forced him onto the bed before rocking your hips back and forth. The friction from your clit sends electric waves to your body helping you find your high.

                “Fuck, just like that Ji, it feels so good.”

                “Your pussy is made for my cock, fuck! Please don’t stop–FUCK–your cunt is so good (y/n), fu-fuck, don’t clench like that, I won’t last…”

                “Just a little longer, Ji, for– fuck! – for me, ple-please…”

                Your voice is low and pleading, not much different from the man under you as you scream out a moan as he squeezes one of your nipples and slaps the other one at the same time. At this point all you can do is arch your back in search for more contact with his hands, your legs are burning from all the riding, but your orgasm is too close to let go. 

                Jisung’s grip on your breasts tighten as you know he’s close, the sweet nothings coming from his mouth only helping you reach your high. As your legs start to tremble furiously, his hands find your hips again as his hips jolt up, hitting your cervix making you scream as you let your body fall forward, both of you a moaning mess as you feel your whole body heat up, clenching around him one last time before cumming on his cock, him following right behind as his seeds mix up with your juice.    

                “Fuck, that was–”

                “Fucking amazing,” you curse as you lift your head from the crook of his neck, finding his lips one more time, feeling him still inside you. “Thank you Ji, you are perfect.”

                “Anything for my favorite girl.”

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loving is terrifying — han jisung. best friends to lovers. accidental confessions (1.6k words)

in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you

“And if I burn the whole school down, would you bail me out of jail, Hanji?”

You’re still only a few sentences into the important speech you were asked to write, and you’re starting to feel agitated, chewed up pencil carving out your thoughts on paper before finding its way abandoned on your desk.

It’s been a few hours, and you’d chosen to put the pencil down lest you want to bring yourself to insanity.

Pretty lies usually come easy to you, but now they’re burning holes into your skull and flicking the ashes into your brain. In the reprieve, all you can think about is your anger for the authority.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t be your accomplice.” Jisung retorts from where he’s seated next to you on the floor, arms crossed behind his head as he leans against his couch.

“There’s just so much wrong in the system. Their code of rules deprive students of their creativity. Only the top students have a multitude of opportunities waiting for them. And don’t get me started on how the authorities put so little value into culture and societal issues. Everything is wrong, just wrong in all ways!”

There’s a word count in Jisung’s head on how many times you’ve said wrong in one sitting, but he’s looking at you with a hint of something in his eyes. Almost adoration.

“And we can change it by burning the school down?” A tone of amusement is laced in your best friend’s voice, though you fail to search for a trace of judgment.

“We can start there. Then the world.” You take the pencil back and fiddle with it between your fingers.

“The world? That’s very ambitious of you.”

You glare at him.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be by your side. I like ambitious.” Jisung smiles at you, making sure to lock his eyes with yours so you can see heavy genuineness where his pupils are. “What’s the next step then?”

“Climate change.”

Jisung throws his head back in quiet laughter, and the slight movement allows you a whip of his laundry detergent from the white shirt he’s wearing. “Okay, climate change.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” His lips quirk up into a smile, eyes morphing from crescents to a full moon as he struggles to defend his name. There is still laughter even in the way he licks the inside of his cheek and takes your hands in his.

You fail to copy his laughter.

“Your eyes are upset. Are they directed at me?” Jisung softens his voice, only speaking one his laughter has boiled down. He pulls you closer than you already are, and you don’t notice the way he grabs the pencil between your fingers in the process to set it down.

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I’m mad at everything else, at everything wrong.”

A tally adds to his word count.

You sigh when you let go of his hands to take the paper in your own, eyes leaden as they scan across the sentences you had bullshited earlier. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write this.”

“Just scream it out.”

“What?”

“Scream out what you actually want to say.” He grins.

You gape at him.

“I’m not screaming in your living room. Your neighbors are going to think someone’s being murdered.”

“Then just say it. Whatever you want to say. Everything wrong.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay, I’ll start then.” He smiles, and it’s heart-warmingly encouraging. “I wish it was easier to ground myself. I live in my head most of the time, and opening up is hard, and I wish forming any form of relationship wasn’t so scary.”

“Ji—“

“Okay, now your turn.”

“We are not going to ignore what you just said.”

“I said, your turn.”

“Jisung.”

“Please?” He places a hand over yours, and it’s enough for your brain to short circuit.

“Alright, fine. But we are going to talk about it later.”

“Now, what about those things that are wrong?” Jisung asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“Well, uh— our poor education system, that’s for one. And, the government. Blatant sexism too, how stupid the patriarchy is, how I still can’t parallel park for the life of me.”

You start with sporadic things, the ones that instantly pop in your head when you think about things that make you upset, and as you continue to talk, you dig a little deeper, and you don’t even realize you’ve stood up and your hands are flailing around like a salesman by the second.

“And, don’t even get me started on the transportation system. It’s so dumb how car-centered design came to be because how is it that the people who have access to private vehicles also have the easiest routes over the less fortunate who walk or commute? Like, why do we have to adjust to the roads?”

There’s a long list of things you want to say, finally letting loose and narrating all the things you’ve kept locked away in the back of your mind because you’re with the one person you can trust. When you meet Jisung’s gaze, he’s looking at you in awe.

“I hate how we’re branded as prodigies when we were younger. I hate the expectations that come with it, that we have to be great all the time, and, oh, this actually feels really good.”

Jisung chuckles at the way you come to a sudden realization, but he’s always known you were wiser beyond your years. “You’re brilliant.”

“Well, you have to say something too!”

Jisung fiddles with his fingers, trying to think of where to start. Though, the brilliance that is you and the opportunity of having this moment with you is enough motivation for him to follow suit.

“Uh, it’s so scary how superficial people are nowadays, and how so quickly they’re let down. It stresses me out how a single mistake could cost you so many relationships, but at the same time, who will stress out if not me? And it makes me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life, and having an opportunity to talk like this really fuels my positivity in life, and it makes me realize even more how much I strongly feel like my life is for you guys, and there is nothing more important to me than being able to be a good person for you guys, like you. I wish I could be the bestest friend for you, maybe even more than that, but fuck, loving is so scary so I wish you’ll never find out how I’m so so in love with you— wait.”

The room falls silent and he’s thinking of a thousand different ways to die on the spot. He’s embarrassed. This is embarrassing, and he’s thinking it really wouldn’t be too late to jump off the bedroom window and hope for the best. A thousand different ways, maybe pretend he never said anything, stand still and maybe you’d think he wasn’t there in the first place. A thousand different ways.

“Han Jisung.”

“Soooo, haha, where were we in your speech again?”

Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes for the fear of rejection. He doesn’t think he has the heart to handle it right now, especially not after his accidental confession.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About how superficial people are? Of course, it’s so scary. Hey, did I tell you about the tim—“

“Is being in love with me something wrong?”

He falls silent, and you can visibly see him start to panic, and his hands are pressed together as if in a prayer as he’s shaking his head profusely. “No, oh god no, it’s not. Honestly, it’s one of the only things I’m sure of, and that says a lot because I’m not sure of anything. I’m not even sure I’m in the right course or the right school or if I’m spending my money the right way, or if I’m even gonna live tomorrow, but fuck, loving you and everything about you is something I will never question.”

You can feel yourself start to smile, and Jisung finds himself copying you. It’s one of the first things he knew he loved about you—your smile, and the way you think, and the sound of your laughter. Despite his erratic heart beating and his fear of this exact moment, he still finds himself smiling when you do.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?”

You can visibly see the gears in his head turn, and he’s writing a story he doesn’t know the ending to just yet, but the beginning is so beautiful because it’s with you. Then, he laughs. It’s breathy, and you can almost hear the relief. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“I’m in love with you, Han Jisung.”

“I’m going to die.”

You laugh, and then he snaps back into reality.

“Can I kiss you?” His tone is so careful, but there’s a hint of something you can only recognize as a slight desperation—like he’s been thinking of it a while.

Jisung reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist, albeit a little shy. It’s a pattern that’s already so familiar. He isn’t a stranger to hugging you, in fact, he’s done it a million times, but the connotations to this one is a little different, and he can’t think straight at the possibility that you might actually consent to letting him kiss you.

“Okay.”

Words that haven’t left being translated into the motion of his lips moving against yours. Honestly, he doesn’t even know who went in for the kiss first. All he knows is his hands are gently rested on your waist and he’s actually kissing you right now, and you can feel the way he’s smiling into the kiss.

It takes a few minutes for you two to pull away, a little out of breath, and he leans in to try and kiss you again but your noses bump against each other’s, and the pair of you can’t help but laugh at how the events of the night had turned.

Jisung marvels at the way everything feels so simple, so right.

“I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is actually happening?”

You laugh even more.

Jisung’s always been afraid of venturing into the unknown, always kept his feelings hidden, and he’s always loathed his mouth for being so uncontrolled with the things he says. But now, with you in his arms, he couldn’t be any more happier about the slip of his tongue and how being with you feels like one of the rare rights among all the wrongs.

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random bf texts w/ maknae line

ss: 5

a/n: okay this feels kinda rushed but i really like innie's (i'm sorry i'm in my innie calling the reader noona era) and i've been obsessed w wow by 3racha so what inspired han's LMAO. anyway! i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

hyung line

my library

jisung & felix

seungmin & jeongin

p.s. i'm gonna try and make some more written fics because while these are fun to make i kinda miss writing full length fics so expect to see some soon!! and of course requests are always welcome <3

do not repost

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[spacequokka]

Day 24 | Mistletoe

Pairing: Jisung x Reader Genre: f2l, fluff Rating: T Summary: Felix lays a trap for you two with a mistletoe. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Language, alcohol mentioned

Sometimes you have to be an emotional support human for your resident quokka. The same one sitting in your passenger seat biting his nails as he no doubt counted the cars surrounding Felix’s apartment building.

“Want some water?” You tapped his shoulder with a water bottle. “Bet it tastes better than your fingers.”

For the first time since you pulled up, he looked at you. “Doesn’t it seem like a whole lot more than ‘just a few?’” He turned back to the window. “What if it’s, like, standing room only? I haven’t been to a packed house party since uni and—”

You turned his face towards you and pinched his pretty lips shut. “It’s entirely possible Lixie’s neighbors threw a party too. And it’s a big building.” You let him go and turned the car off. “But if for some reason it’s packed in there, we can either hang out in his bedroom or I can take you home and we can watch a movie or something.” You patted his hand. “No worries, okay? He’ll understand.”

He grimaced. “But then you’ll miss the party!” He glanced at your outfit, a rendition of Santa’s little helper. “You were so proud of it.”

“Yeah, but it's just a Christmas costume.” You shrugged. “I mean, I got to wear it and it’ll be seen regardless. It’s not like I’m in a fashion show.” You shook you head. “Besides that, I won’t ditch you. You’re stuck with me tonight. Unless you finally get laid. Then you’re on your own, bud.”

That did the trick. Jisung’s head fell back against the headrest as he cackled, swiping at you playfully. “You’d abandon me when I needed you most?”

You made a face. “I do not need to guide you through dicking someone down. I know you have a general idea of what to do.” You opened your car door. “I saw that Amazon order of hentai.”

He choked on his spit and scrambled to get out. “You said you didn’t see what was inside!” He pointed. “You lied?”

“I see you’re not denying what it was.” It took everything in you not to cackle as his ears and cheeks flushed red. Together you made your way up two flights of stairs to Felix's door. As you entered the apartment, the sound of laughter and music filled the air, confirming Jisung's fears that it was indeed a packed house. Whoops. His hand wrapped around yours with a tight grip as he looked around for a familiar face. Just as you were about to say something, a loud voice called out your name.

"You made it!" Felix scurried over and pulled you both into a hug. "I was beginning to think you'd cancel on me."

"Oh, please." You pinched his side. "I said I was coming and I keep my word. However," you gave a pointed look around the room, "we didn't expect it to be this crowded."

At least he had the grace to duck his head. "My bad. I sent the invite to Changbin and he invited everyone he could think of. But!" He brightened up again. "Me and Jin made sure to reserve a room for you to chill in. There's a cooler with drinks, wings and pizza, and the PS5 is all set up with charged controllers."

Jisung pulled Felix into another hug, peppering his cheek with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Felix groaned, feigning disgust as he pulled away until something above your heads caught his attention. "Oh, well I guess it's okay since we're standing under the mistletoe." His expression turned devious as he looked at you. "You should get a kiss, too."

Jisung froze, stock still and unblinking. "Huh?"

You looked up. Yup, that was a mistletoe, alright. You had no doubt Felix was the one to put it there as Hyunjin wouldn't want people crowding the doorway. You looked at Felix, unamused. "You are so fucking corny."

"That is your personal opinion and quite frankly it's shit." He turned back to Jisung. "Come on, kiss her." He nudged Jisung closer. It wasn't until then that you caught the fear in his wide, brown eyes. He hadn't said a word and he had a death grip on your hand. But you couldn't figure out why. He'd just kissed Felix with no problem. Was it because of you? You knew your friendship wasn't on the same level as his with Felix or Hyunjin, but you thought it was at least somewhere near a playful kiss under a mistletoe.

Jisung shifted and avoided your gaze. You weren't going to make him kiss you if he didn't want to. You turned to tell Felix as much but the brat began chanting "kiss" triggering the party-goers to follow suit. “Lixie, you ass.”

It was too late. The chant grew louder and you noticed Jisung’s palm started to sweat. You knew the easiest way out would be leaving the party, but you didn’t want to do that. Part of you was a little jealous that Jisung would hesitate to kiss you. He’d kissed girls before, even fucked them. Before really thinking it through, you grabbed him by the chin and planted a three second kiss on his plush lips. The crowd erupted into cheers and went back to their conversations. Felix, the little bridge troll that he is, skillfully dodged your kick to his ass as he led you two to his room.

“You can be an asshole sometimes.” You mumbled once you were away from other ears.

Felix shrugged, eyes darting over to Jisung before a grin spread across his lips. “Just sometimes, huh?” He winked at Jisung prompting you to turn to him too. Jisung’s cheeks were flushed again and he pressed his fingertips to his lips. You’d watched enough anime with him to know that look and it confused you. Just a few minutes ago you were thinking he’d hate you for kissing him and now he—“Well, I’m gonna go check on the others. Don’t want anyone shitting in the dishwasher.”

And he was gone.

“Who the hell does that?” You asked yourself as you shrugged off your jacket and tossed it into a chair in the corner. You brushed off your skirt before kneeling on the floor and going through the cooler. “What do you want to drink, Sungie? He put both alcoholic and non-alcoholic in here.”

Silence. You bit your lip. If he wasn’t going to say anything about it, neither would you. It happened. Let it go.

“Fine. Here, take a Lime-a-Rita.” You held up the large can.

“Ew. You know I hate those.” He inched closer to look for himself. “Just gimme a Sprite.”

You mocked him under your breath and passed him a can. “So what are we playing first?” And just like that, things went back to normal. You went from game to game, plowing through the food and drinks. Nearly three hours later, he called for a break so you could use the bathroom and when you got back, you heard Felix’s voice through the door.

“Just ask her. She’s not gonna say no.”

“I don’t think she wanted to do it the first time. You put us on the spot.”

“Yeah because you were supposed to make your move.” Felix sighed. “How can things change if you don’t let her know how you feel? As much as you like to pretend, she actually can’t read your mind.”

There was a sigh and the door opened. Felix jumped back. “Oh! Can you not?” He put a hand over his chest. “Between the two of you, I’m gonna fucking die.”

You pushed him out the way. “It isn’t like you don’t deserve it.”

Felix snorted. “Oh, like I haven’t heard that before.” He disappeared down the hall.

You sat next to Jisung on the bed and took a chip from his bag. He licked his lips and swallowed. “So, how much did—”

“What is it you’re supposed to ask me?” You looked at him. “Is it about the kiss?”

His eyes widened for a second and he nodded, eyebrows scrunched together. “Did…did you want to kiss me or did you just do it to get it over with?”

You tilted your head and took another chip. “Both. I could tell you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry for kissing you without asking permission first, though. Thought it was weird you were okay with kissing Lixie but not me.”

He startled like you’d physically shocked him. “No it was different! I always kiss people on the cheek.” He touched his cheeks. “But usually mistletoe kisses are on the lips. And I’ve never—we’ve never, not like that.”

You sipped your soda. “So that’s why you froze up? Because it was something new?” You nodded. That made sense. If he wasn’t sure how you’d react and he’d never done it before, of course he’d overanalyze the situation. “I thought you just didn’t want to kiss me. I considered just leaving the party for a minute.”

He shook his head. “I’d never mind kissing you.” He lowered his voice and touched his lips again. “It was…nice.” His eyes darted over to you. “I—I keep thinking about it. It was kinda short.”

You nearly choked mid-sip. “What do you mean ‘short?’ I thought three seconds were long enough for a peck.”

“Everything happened so fast. Once second you were arguing with Lix then your lips were on mine then you were gone. I just, I really didn’t get to experience it since I was in my head.” He put the bag of chips to the side. “I want to remember the first time I kissed you like that, y’know?”

His words made your chest tingle as butterflies took flight. “I mean, I kissed you but I get what you’re saying.”

His gaze didn’t leave your face as you both sat there in silence. His hand found yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, so…what I wanted to ask was if you’d let me try again? Lemme give you something to remember.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Unless you weren’t into it before, then we totally don’t have to—”

“Ugh, Ji. Come on!”

He startled but thankfully leaned close and brought his lips to yours. His hands rested on your shoulders, holding you in place as if he believed you’d pull away too soon. The kiss was slow and gentle, allowing you to savor every moment of it. Your heart raced as Jisung's lips met yours again and again, a soft and tender connection that sent sparks of warmth through your body. When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and wearing matching smiles.

“Better?”

His eyes lit up as he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “Impossible to forget. Merry Christmas.”

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

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[stayteezdreams]

My Kind of Fun: Part One

Plot: Parties aren't really your thing, so when you sneak off to find some peace and quiet, you run into someone who feels the same.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, and a drunk guy (the reader is not mentioned as drinking anything)

Words: ~2.1k

Your fake laugh spilled from your mouth for the hundredth time, as the drunk guy in front of you told a story you were certain was fake.

His glazed eyes were barely focused on you as he slurred his words, and you looked round the room desperately for your friend. You had begun to feel overwhelmed with your surroundings a while ago, but told yourself to stay. But the longer you did, the more you regretted it.

Excusing yourself, you left the drunk man to himself as you looked for somewhere quiet to escape too, while also keeping an eye out for your friend.

'Why did I let her convince me to come?' you asked yourself as you dodged a stumbling drunk girl.

Seeing your friend nowhere in sight, you worried she may have left with someone, forgetting your existence for the night. You sighed as your eyes landed on the doors to what you assumed was a balcony.

Peaking out the glass window, you saw no one, and felt a wave of relief. Pushing open the door, you slid out and let out a sigh as the cool night air washed over you.

Walking to the balcony ledge, your eyes cast over the city. You felt instantly more at ease away from the loud music, alcohol and strangers. You laid your head down on your arm for a second as you took in a breath.

Standing up straight again, you turned to lean against the railing, but your eyes instantly caught on the young man on the other side of the balcony.

Your heart jolted as you jumped, letting out a gasp of surprise.

His eyes widened in surprise as he lifted his hands, "Sorry!" he yelled in a soft voice.

You let out a breath as you chuckled, clearly still in shock.

"I wasn't sure if I should have announced my presence when you came out or not" He mumbled in a somewhat awkward tone, but you could see an amused smile on his face.

You lifted your hand "It's okay, I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was out here."

Han's smile relaxed a bit as you chuckled. When he saw you come out onto the balcony his heart dropped. He was afraid you were some drunk stranger who was gonna bother him.

But then he recognized you, having seen you earlier. He remembered thinking you looked as uncomfortable as he felt.

When you let out a sigh and wandered to the balcony, he could tell you weren't drunk. And from the way you were acting he thought maybe you were tying to escape just like he had.

Straightening up a bit, you placed your hands behind your back, feeling a bit awkward. You smiled at Han, and he felt his heart jolt.

"Do you want me to leave? You were here first, I can find somewhere else to go." You offered politely, uncertain of what to do.

Han stood up a bit straighter and shook his head quickly "No no, you don't have to do that." He smiled softly at you "Are you trying to escape the party?"

You felt an odd sense of relief wash over you at this comment before you chuckled and nodded "Yeah, I didn't really want to come."

Han let out a soft laugh "Yeah me neither. Well-" he interrupted himself "I did want to come, but I didn't want to be here this long."

"Did your friend disappear on you too?" You asked with a knowing tone as you walked a bit closer to him.

He nodded smiling, feeling relieved you were just like him in this moment.

"I'm Y/n." You introduced yourself, your tone obviously shy.

Han felt his heart skip a beat as you smiled at him again "I'm Jisung, most of my friends call me Han though."

"It's nice to meet you." You said with a soft bow of your head as your smile widened a bit.

Han's heart seemed to do another flip, and he felt an urge to know more about you, to know everything about you.

He slowly took steps towards the balcony, and you followed. Leaning against the railing together, though you were still a few feet away from each other.

After a brief moment of silence Han cleared his throat lightly "So if you didn't want to come to the party, why did you?" He asked softly, genuinely curious.

You smiled and looked down at your hands, wondering how honest you should be. Glancing over at him, you were almost taken aback by the soft, patient gaze as he looked at you. Something told you he'd understand you.

"Uhh, I'm pretty introverted, I don't have a lot of friends and I avoid crowded places." You gave him a brief look, and saw him nod softly, almost as if he felt the same, so you continued "I want to be better at being social, so-" you sighed "When my friend told me about this party and asked me to come, I said yes, much to their surprise" You chuckled "But, my social battery ran out quite a while ago." You admitted with a slightly disappointed tone.

He nodded and let out a breath "I'm the same, pretty much."

You met his eyes and he smiled softly "Yeah?"

He nodded, and a wave of understanding and comfort washed over you. Han felt it too as he got lost in staring at you for a moment.

The growing tension between you was broken when you felt your phone vibrate.

Han quickly looked away from you, noting how his heart seemed to be in a constant state of flutter around you.

Reading your text, you felt your stomach twist a bit as you resisted the urge to laugh.

'I hope you got home okay! Don't worry about me, I'm safe ;) '

You shook your head and Han looked at you curiously "Everything okay?"

You sighed softly and nodded as you put your phone away. "Apparently I waited around for nothing. My friend thought I had already gone home so she already left too."

Han rose his brow and opened his mouth in awe "They didn't even check first?"

You shook your head "I'm not really surprised, as I usually would have left by now."

"So what are you gonna do now?" he asked casually, wondering if you were going to leave now.

Part of you wanted to stay and talk to him more, but you dreaded hanging around the party any longer.

You hummed quietly as you looked over the balcony edge out at the city. "I suppose since they left, I should too."

Han would be lying if he said he didn't feel a wave of disappointment wash over him, but he didn't blame you at all for wanting to leave. Before you came out, he was a few moments away from leaving himself.

He nodded in understanding as you turned around, "It was nice to meet you Jisung"

"You too" He smiled, wondering if it would be too forward to ask for your number.

As you walked towards the doors, Han found himself calling out "Wait!"

You turned and looked back at him and you saw him hesitate.

"Uh, I- do you want to share an Uber or something? I think I'm ready to leave too."

You smiled at him "I was actually gonna walk home"

"Walk!?"

"Yeah, I live close by, I walked here, sooo" You chuckled.

Han looked around "But it's the middle of the night! Since your friend left it's too dangerous to walk alone isn't it?"

You felt touched at his concern for you, and giggled lightly, unaware of the somersaults you made Han's heart do when you did.

Han walked over to you "Let me-" he stopped himself "Can I walk you home? Or at least most of the way? It doesn't seem right to let you walk alone."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your ears burned hot. He really was a nice guy wasn't he?

"What about your friend?"

He shrugged, "I seriously doubt they'd notice I left."

"Some great friends we have huh?" You asked with a chuckle, making him laugh. After a second of thought, you nodded "Okay, if you really want to, that would be nice."

He smiled at you and nodded "It would certainly make me feel better."

You smiled and he cleared his throat as he walked to the door, pulling it open for you.

As you walked down the dark road towards your house, silence hung between the two of you for only a moment before Han started asking you questions.

Had you always lived here? Did you go to college? What did you study? What are your hobbies?

Your conversation went back and forth as you learned about each other, and in turn found that you got along great, like really great.

So when you turned down your street, you hesitated, you felt disappointed that it was going to end.

You stopped and Han looked over at you "I live just up here" You pointed and you saw Han's face fall with realization.

"Oh" He said softly before he looked around your surroundings.

Han actually felt panicked, at the idea of the night ending. He wanted to keep talking to you forever.

"What- I- do you-" he stumbled over his word before he finally turned and looked at you again with a hopeful smile "Are you hungry?"

You felt a bit surprise at the sudden question, but knew where it was leading.

Your stomach fluttered and you smiled brightly, nodding "I could eat."

Han's smile widened as he scratched the back of his head "I know a place you can get some pretty good ramyeon near here."

You nodded fervently "I know it too."

As you turned and started heading away from your house, both you and Han buzzed with excitement and a childish giddiness that you both wondered if the other felt too.

Swinging back and forth slowly on the swing as you shoved ramyeon into your mouth you almost laughed.

You didn't expect your night to end with you and a handsome boy you just met, in an empty playground in the middle of the night eating noodles.

As a small scoff escaped you, Han looked over at you in amusement and curiosity.

"What?" He asked with a mouth full of noodles.

You swallowed your food and shook your head "This is just so different then how my night started."

Han chuckled and nodded, feeling the same.

"But honestly, this is more fun to me than any party."

Han laughed out loud now "Cheers to that." He said in an exaggerate tone as he rose his bowl of noodles.

Laughing, you cheers yours against his as you both chuckled. Your eyes met and you both felt yourselves freeze for a moment as tension seem to rise.

At the same time, you both let out soft and awkward giggles before you went back to eating your ramyeon. Casual silence hung between you for a moment before he spoke.

"I like this too." his voice was just above a whisper, but you heard him clearly. You looked over at him just as he looked at you "Would you- would you want to do it again?"

Your heart jumped at his question, and you felt a grin pulling at your lips.

You nodded "I would."

You saw Han repress a smile as he looked down at his food, mixing it a bit aggressively as he nodded, failing to repress his smile anymore "Me too."

You looked back down at your food, and hoped your face wasn't noticeably flushed as you felt butterflies rampage in your stomach.

"Is tomorrow too soon?" He asked suddenly and you looked up a bit surprised, only to see him staring at you with round, excited eyes.

Unable to help it, a laugh bubbled out of you, making him chuckle nervously as he became aware of his own eagerness.

But he felt relieved when you stifled your giggles and shook your head "No, I don't think it's too soon at all."

"Good" he laughed softly as he locked his eyes with yours.

Your eyes stayed locked as you smiled softly at each other, both of you knowing you were feeling the same thing. The same pull towards each other that made you not want to separate.

But even when you had to separate after Han walked you back home, you had the knowledge and excitement that you would see him again soon.

xx

-Part Two-

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @jaeheekangslover, @sourmooonlight, @seungminsdreamwife, @thesunsfullmoon

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[biniminisblog]

barcelona: a love untold | heartbreak series (hjs)

pairing: han jisung x reader

synopsis: "huwag mo kong mahalin dahil mahal kita. mahalin mo ako dahil mahal mo ako, because that is what I deserve." or “stop saying you love me just because i love you. say you love me because you love me, because that is what i deserve.”

genre: angst, best friends to strangers

word count: 2.0k

series masterist

a/n: hi i’m alive and doing good!! still feeling a bit under the weather but nothing too serious so i got to finish this!! hope you guys liked it 😖😖 i actually was gonna write a happy ending but forgot this is literally called heartbreak series lmao. perhaps in an alternate ending instead who knows 👀 anw pls reblog/comment your thoughts i would rlly appreciate it, thank you ❤️❤️

“congratulations to all of you!” the cheers got louder, echoing around the school gym, and simultaneously, you all threw your graduation caps in the air, celebrating the end of a story and the beginning of a new one.

you can’t believe it. you’ve finally graduated high school. all those sleepless nights of studying and countless exams have finally paid off. you’re now one step closer from going to your dream university. one where you can start fresh.

“you’ve grown so much now,” your mother sniffles, barely being able to contain her tears. “but i know you’ll always be my baby daughter.” she finishes, eyes filled with such warmth and you give her a tight hug, your father joining in as you cry happy tears at this emotional moment.

“of course mom, now stop crying or you’ll ruin both our makeups,” you joke, carefully wiping the droplets on your mother’s cheek using your thumb. your mother does the same to you and your father gives you a head pat, laughing slightly at the both of you.

“i’m proud of you yn, you’ve become a wonderful woman.” your father smiles warmly, giving you a light squeeze, and while pulling away he adds, “but just because you’ll be in college soon doesn’t mean i’m letting you go wild and date boys.”

“dad!” you whine, feeling embarrassed, and you playfully slap your father on the shoulder, which only elicits a chuckle and a ruffle of your hair. “what? i’m just protecting my only daughter. besides, australia is a huge and unknown place, who knows who you’ll meet there.”

“well lucky for you, i’m not interested in dating anyone.” which technically isn’t a lie but not the truth either. you don’t want to date just anyone since you already had your eyes set on someone else.

unknowingly, that someone else happens to be heading towards your direction right at this moment, with both your parents looking behind you. when you see their faces instantly morphing to one of fondness, you can immediately tell who they are looking at.

“yn!” you hear his voice before you see him, and when you turn around you are greeted with your best friend, the person you have been in love with ever since you learned what love is.

he flashes you an infectious smile that you couldn’t help but reciprocate, his pearly white teeth on full display as he gently pulls you into a tight hug. his parents are trailing behind him as they walk towards your parents.

“i can’t believe we graduated!” jisung exclaims, jumping up and down with you still trapped in his embrace, which causes you to move along with him.

“jisung-ah, please stop, i can't breathe—!” you manage to let out before he pulls away, eyes apologetic and a pout adorning his lips.

“sorry, i just missed you so much i couldn’t help it.” you can’t control the blush that starts to show onto your face and you scoff, looking away quickly in hopes he didn’t notice.

“you literally just saw me this morning, you big baby.” you tease, giving his forehead a little flick to which he responds with a dramatic ‘ouch!’.

jisung then proceeds to greet your parents, hugging them and then congratulating him on his achievements. you do the same with his parents and when you are done exchanging words, you both excuse yourselves.

you both arrive at the school rooftop, and once you close the door, you both heave a sigh of exhaustion.

“i still can’t believe high school is over.” jisung speaks first, his eyes fixated on the sunset as he rests his arms on the railings.

“yeah…” you mumble as you approach him before standing next to him and looking at the sunset as well. “now the real shit begins.”

this gets jisung to laugh, yet he still has this solemn look on his face. “you know, we only have one thing left on our bucket list before college.”

“travel to barcelona together, right?” he hums in affirmation, playing with the hems of his toga as he awaits your response.

“well we did agree to find a date first, so we can’t really do that.” you shrug nonchalantly, although you were anything but. the truth is, you didn’t want to date anyone else but him so you never actively sought out other people.

however, you can’t say the same for him. you’ve actually been tiptoeing around him a bit for the past few weeks ever since he and lia broke up, so it’s still a relatively fresh wound.

you remember waking up in the middle of the night to jisung knocking on your bedroom window, and when you let him in he broke down. it was your first time seeing him look so dejected, you weren’t sure what to do. he had sobbed quietly in your arms the whole night, and the only thing you could do was comfort him.

you don’t know the exact reason why they broke up, just that jisung told you that it had been his entirely fault. you want to believe him, though a part of you wishes to resent lia and blame her for everything, but you know you couldn’t do that. instead you just have to live with the fact that jisung will never see you that way and now that you’ve graduated and are moving to another country, you think you’re finally ready to accept that.

“who says we can’t be each other’s date?”

you think god is playing with you.

you whip your head to face jisung, only to find the serious look plastered on his features. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and he notices, getting ready to explain. “i mean, we’ve been friends for years now, right? it seems like the only logical solution since we know each other better than anyone else, so why don’t we start dating?”

you continue to stare at him, unsure of what to do anymore. you never would’ve thought this would happen, but you have an inkling as to why he’s doing this.

“jisung… i know you’re still hurting but this isn’t the way to cope—” he cuts you off by grabbing both your hands in his, catching you by surprise.

“i’m being serious, yn. i want to try this, i want to see how this goes—and if it doesn’t work out then we can go back to being just friends, i promise! just give me a chance.” he pleads, puppy dog eyes on full display since he knows you can’t resist it. you almost give in, but you know this is only going to end in heartbreak, yours specifically. because you know you could never go back to just friends once you start dating.

you also know it wouldn’t last long especially since you’re moving away soon.

“jisung, i’m moving to australia.” you finally drop the bomb as you pull your hands from his and dart your eyes to look at the sunset instead.

you hear him mutter a ‘what?’ under his breath and when you glance at his reaction you see a mixture of what seems to be hurt and betrayal.

“why? when are you moving? why are you telling me this now?” jisung bombards you with questions, running a frustrated hand through his once perfectly styled hair as he waits for your answers.

“i wanted something new and exciting, like a new beginning.” you try to explain, keeping your voice calm as you begin to see jisung’s eyebrows furrow even more. “i’m moving next week and i only told you now because i knew you’d react like this.”

“like what yn? like i was betrayed by my own best friend? of course i’d react like this! how would you feel if i told you i’d be leaving the country in less than a week without any warning? and what about barcelona?” he asks you and you have nothing to say, knowing that you would react the same way. you were just being selfish and immature.

jisung takes your silence as confirmation and angrily paces back and forth. “i just don’t get it, why would you want to move away from here? away from me? have i just misunderstood everything?”

his last question confused you, making you wonder what he was talking about. “what do you mean misunderstood? am i missing something?”

this seems to fluster jisung as he now begins to stumble over his words.

“uhm—i mean, it’s just that i—uh kind of overheard you talking about your feelings for me—?” you interrupt him with a loud gasp, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment rush through you.

you were so stupid, how could you let yourself be exposed so easily? as dramatic as it sounds, you feel like your life is officially ruined.

“…how long have you known?” you ask hesitantly, yet you were afraid of what the answer may be.

jisung seems to contemplate on what to say but eventually gives in. “i knew the day after the break up. i went to your place that morning and i heard you talking on the phone. you said you planned on confessing but ended up not doing it because lia and i just broke up and you didn’t want to overwhelm me.”

you were about to open your mouth to say something but jisung is quick to cut you off. “—but! please, hear me out. i like you too, yn. hell— i may even love you! and before you worry about lia, i promise you we’re not like that anymore. it’s just that you’re the one person who’s always been there for me and i was too blind to see it.”

your head was spinning, you’re not sure how to respond. yes, you want to go through the easy route and just accept his confession. you know how badly you want to just ignore all those times he unknowingly broke your heart by choosing everyone else but you. yet you’re aware that it isn’t the right choice.

because you’ve already accepted the fact that jisung will never be in love with you.

“i know you don’t mean that, so please let’s just forget this happened before one of us gets hurt.” you bite your lip to suppress yourself from saying more and jisung frowns, a mix of emotions showing on his features.

“then what do you want me to do so that you’d believe me?” he takes a step closer before gently tucking the stray hair behind your ear. he then cups your jaw, caressing it ever so slightly as you try to regulate your increasing heart rate.

“i’ll only believe you if you stop saying you love me just because i love you. say you love me because you love me, because that is what i deserve.” you whisper, and jisung wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for the fact that your faces were now only inches apart from each other.

“i love you.” his lips muttering those words were the last thing you see before you feel it press down your own. he kisses you like you’re the last bit of oxygen left in this world. he kisses you like he wants to kiss you. he kisses you like he loves you. and you kiss him back.

until you hear a ring. at first you both ignore it, continuing to wallow in each other’s presence. however the annoying sound wouldn’t stop, so you both begrudgingly pulled away.

you regret this soon after once you find out it was jisung’s phone, and the caller was none other than his ex girlfriend herself. what hurts more is the fact that he still had her number saved with a heart, clearly still not over her.

you start to feel the burning sensation in your eyes and you attempt to blink repeatedly to prevent the tears from falling but it only gets worse.

“wait, yn— i can explain!” jisung speaks before quickly mutes his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“explain what, jisung? that you’re still in love with your ex and i’m just a rebound to you!?” you exclaim, emotions clouding your judgement, making irrational yet you didn’t care.

“i—“ jisung sutters over his words, not even bothering to form coherent sentences and that’s when you understood everything.

god you were so delusional. why would you think jisung would fall for someone like you anyway? especially if he’s still hung up over his ex. you really are the biggest idiot.

“fuck you han jisung. fuck you and all your empty i love yous and promises.” and that was the last thing you say before you decided he was no longer in your life.

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[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🪢 You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

✎ Pairing: sexy ass!Bang Chan x intense!Lee Know x cocky!Han Jisung x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut (maybe fic?)

✎ Summary: Three mysterious men want to use you as a human pocket pussy for the night. Why the hell not?

✎ CW: ❗️Consensual nonconsent, a little blood❗️foursome, drinking, degradation, hand job, blow job, rough sex, face fucking, fingering, public fingering, general crassness

✎ Word count: 4,930

✩ A/N: I maaayyyy keep this one going as a chaptered fic?? Idk though. Lmk what you think! ✩

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Click

One handcuff latches around the bedpost. Its closely-linked twin is already snug around your right wrist.

Click, click

The man on your left encloses the bedpost first, then your wrist. You watch his skilled fingers work with bated breath.

“Comfortable?” the cocky blonde with the cute cheeks asks before shooting you a sly smile.

The dark-haired one scoffs.

“Like it matters,” he answers for you. “This isn’t about her comfort, is it now?”

“Quit bickering, you two,” says the third man — the amber-eyed, honey-tongued one. “We’re on the same team, here, yeah?”

The other two nod.

“Good. Now, grab her legs.”

They do as they’re told, pushing your ankles down into the bed. The leader unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and slowly strokes his cock.

He hungrily examines your naked body, mapping out a course of action. You take the opportunity to study him, too, and deduce two things almost immediately:

1. His dick is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, let alone taken.

2. That devilish grin on his face makes you nervous.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers the garments around his muscular legs and drops them to the ground. He crawls onto the bed, barking out one more order to his friends.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help.”

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

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It didn’t take much to convince you at the time. Hot stranger approaches at the bar, buys you a drink. You chat, you flirt, you dance, you kiss. He asks if you wanna get out of here, of course you say yes. It was a typical pickup story — until it wasn’t.

You were already under his spell by the time he shared information about his friends: the brooder and the showboat. He pointed to a dimly lit corner where the two men watched you intently from afar, but you recognized those faces.

They had been hovering before. A hand on the small of your back as one walked past, eye contact held for just a second too long over your suitor’s shoulder. The three of them circled you like sharks, and you didn’t even notice.

But they were good dudes, he guaranteed it. Just some friends as close as brothers who wanted to try something, someone. Together.

You’d had a threesome before, so what’s one more? But not like that exactly, he clarified. Yes, four people, but more like 3 vs. 1. As in they can freely pinch and poke and prod, while you’re pinched and poked and prodded.

It could have been the alcohol or how his lips moved when he spoke in that Australian accent or the way the flecks of gold and copper and bronze swirled around his pupils, but you said yes.

Were you 100% sure? No, but why not? He said they’d give you a safe word and had absolutely no intention of hurting you (unless you wanted them to), but it could — and likely would — get rough. Fuck it, sure.

The first time you spoke to the other two was outside, and it was nothing more than simple hellos. Not even names. That was another part of the deal: anonymity. No personal details, no phone numbers, no emotional mess to deal with in the morning.

You stood on the sidewalk with the two strangers while the one who convinced you to do this tried to hail a cab. Eyes shamelessly traveled up and down each others’ bodies while you waited.

The blonde with the cute face and deep brown eyes stood — chest puffed out — next to the dark brown-haired one. His irises were darker than the blonde’s, and his energy much more intense. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he squinted at you from the moment you said hello until the yellow car finally pulled up. Welp, here goes nothing.

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The cheeky blonde slides in first, and the quiet one gestures for you to go next. Whether he was being chivalrous or just wanted a sneak peek under your skirt as you maneuvered into the car wasn’t clear. Either way, he got his wish.

Blondie waited only for the inside lights to dim before placing a hand on your knee. He slowly drags his fingertips up your thigh, zigging and zagging more toward the inside, then the outside. He pauses when he touches the hem of your skirt, then retraces his steps back down to your knee. His motions repeat, but his path inches closer and closer to your inner thigh each time.

The mysterious one on your right hungrily stares down at your legs and cracks his knuckles, and the Aussie glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to monitor their actions and gauge your reaction. He keeps smirking — showing off those dreamy dimples that hooked you in the first place — and shaking his head at the eagerness of his friend.

Eventually, there’s no more accessible flesh for the bold one to traverse. His path has led him to the line where your thighs meet, and they’re pressed together firmly. You see this scenario playing out in one of two ways, but the man you can’t quite pin down surprises you with option number 3.

His hand lands on your leg with a loud clap, and he forces his way between your thighs. The two of them pry your legs apart and run their digits up and down the sensitive skin, putting your panties on full display for the driver.

Tingles immediately shoot up your spine. They inch closer and closer to your crotch, but never actually reach it. Fingertips always stop right at the edge of your panties before traveling back toward your knees, but you can’t help but hope that each time would be different… and they’d finally…

“We’re here.”

Your eyes shoot back open; you hadn’t even realized they closed. The cabbie is paid in cash, and the men open and exit through their respective doors. They gather on the sidewalk, holding out hands to help you to your feet.

You mumble a thanks and stride behind them to the entrance. They open double doors for you and lead the way to the elevators. The blonde presses the button and stands watch, glancing back and forth between the two numbers to guess like he’s trying to guess which would arrive first.

The other two stand at your sides. The quiet one extends his arm to brush knuckles against your hip, and the Aussie places an open palm on your lower back and quietly hums a tune you haven’t heard before.

Ding

“Ha! I called it!” the blonde exclaims, clenching his fist in a tiny celebration of winning whatever game he played in his head.

The left elevator’s doors open, and you file in, the hand on your back guiding you to the rear of the car. Once you turn to face the front, his long fingers curl around your waist and pull you into his body. In another context, this may have been comforting. But the quiet one surprises you again and slips a hand under your skirt — heading right for your crotch this time.

He applies pressure to get a feel for you over your underwear. Then his middle finger curls up, pushing in just enough to make you squirm before returning to its initial position. Your breath quickens right when the elevator stops and the doors slide open once again.

An older couple walks in, exchanging smiles with your group. The hand at your waist squeezes tightly, and you smile, too. But the hand on your pussy doesn’t leave. If anything, he pushes into you deeper. You try to angle your hips away from him, but his lips go to your ear.

“Stay still,” he breathes. “You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it?”

Your toes curl into the soles of your shoes. It’s the only thing you can think to do that won’t make what’s happening so incredibly obvious. And everyone’s still smiling, but are they just being polite? You don’t know and you don’t care. You just want him to stop teasing and push through the silk entirely.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the couple steps off. Before the doors meet again, the one who started it all spins into you, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

You’re chest to chest for the second time tonight. Without sweat and alcohol overwhelming your nose, you can finally inhale the vanilla and citrus of his cologne. His pull is just as intoxicating as it was at the bar, and you think you may be about to kiss him when he slams his free hand into the wall next to your head and leers down at you.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, yeah?” he growls. “We make the rules. We tell you to shut up? You shut up. We tell you to spread your legs? You spread ‘em. We tell you to come? You come. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Safe word is… uh…”

“Onion!” the blonde blurts out.

Dimples furrows his brow and shoots his friend a confused glance before turning his attention back to you.

“Sure, whatever, onion. You good with that?” he asks in that sexy accent.

“She better be,” the quiet one says from the corner while staring intently at your thighs.

Dimples and the blonde exchange smirks just as you reach the top floor and the doors open again. The Aussie keeps one arm tight around your waist and guides you down the hall.

The other two skip ahead, giggling about something unspoken. It’s like the dark-haired one is two different people. His emotionless eyes glare at you one second, and he’s beaming at the blonde in the next. They reach the room first, and he quickly snaps back into intimidation mode the second his eyes meet yours.

“Welcome to our playground…” the blonde says after you pass through the doorway.

It’s a typical hotel room: bathroom by the door, dresser below the tv, desk by the window, couch in the corner. But the bed sandwiched between nightstands sticks out the most. There’s only one, and four of you.

“Interesting…” you muse, slowly making your way to the couch.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired one asks.

“Yeah, what’s interesting?” blondie jumps in.

“Just… one bed,” you explain. “Guess we won’t be spending the night?”

“What makes you think that?” the Aussie challenges from across the room. He just finished moving the do not disturb sign to the other side of the door and attaching the chain. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

Something about him keeps rendering you speechless. Whatever witty comment that was brewing in your mind is long gone, so you just plop down on the couch and stare at the bed.

“I think you broke her, hyung,” the blonde giggles and throws his body on the mattress. He’s enjoying the puzzled look on your face a little too much.

“So, who gets first go?” the quiet one asks from his position in the far corner.

Blondie is the first to offer his thoughts.

“He did most of the work so far, so I vote Ch-”

“SHHHHHH!” “Shut the fuck up!”

The other two cut him off almost in unison, but it’s a little too late. Ch-something. Noted.

“You’re a fucking idiot, but I agree,” Ch-something says, pushing off the wall and striding across the room toward you. He moves quickly, and he’s staring down at you again in mere seconds. “Stand up.”

You do as he asks, maintaining eye contact while you push up off the couch. Those beautiful eyes are a little cloudier now, and the sweet swirl from earlier looks more like a brewing thunderstorm.

He runs his fingers along the line where your top meets your skin. He drags his hands down your torso, feeling the lace on the bustier.

“Spin.”

You do as you’re told, and his hands get to work undoing the hooks along your spine.

“The second I saw you in this, I pictured what it would be like to take it off,” he admits. “Of course, there was a lot more ripping involved in my imagination.”

Your walls clench at the thought of someone like him wanting to rip your clothes off at first sight.

“But this is such a pretty top…” Ch-something continues. “And it would be a shame if we sent you home fucked and bruised and topless, too.”

One hand traces the exposed section of your spine before meeting the other and resuming their task.

“We’re nice boys, yeah? Just want you well-loved,” he says and presses his torso to your back, his silky lips to your ear. “And well-laid.”

The top releases its hold on your lower back and awkwardly hangs on your body. His big hands slide under the lace, around your waist, and up to your breasts. After a few squeezes, he slides the straps off your shoulders, and the top falls to the floor.

“I get first go, yeah?” he calls out to the others.

They echo in agreement from across the room. The Aussie circles your body before plopping down on the couch in front of you. He spreads his legs slightly and reaches for your hips.

“Come ’ere,” he commands, pulling you into his lap.

You straddle him and slide down onto his thighs, but not close enough, apparently. His hands firmly grip your ass and pull you into him. You can feel his hard cock press into your crotch while he wraps those big lips around one nipple.

He licks and nips and sucks at you, and you start to roll your hips into his lap. He gently guides you with palms on your ass, and for a minute you forget you’re not the only ones in the room. He has this way of making you dizzy with the warmth of his mouth and his hands and his chest and his...

“Ay, that’s enough,” one of the others says from behind you. “You’ll have plenty of time to mark her up later.”

Someone grabs your hair from behind and snaps your head back. Before you can register who it is, their lips are on yours and their nose presses into your chin. Hands go to your neck, alternating between caressing the skin and squeezing. Someone else is fiddling with your nipples, and Ch-whatever’s hands are still gripping your ass.

Whoever’s tongue it is forces its way into your mouth and flicks at your tongue, and both nipples are engulfed in wet warmth. A hand reaches under your skirt and pushes your silk panties to the side to stick a finger inside you. Then two. Then three.

The man above you squeezes your neck harder, and someone else rubs your lower stomach. There are arms and hands and mouths everywhere like some sick game of Twister.

One mouth leaves, then another, then the last. You can finally open your eyes and see thick eyelashes and dark hair above you. The quiet one is smiling down at you and stroking your cheek, making this the first time he looks at you endearingly. And, of course, it’s when he’s gripping your neck.

“Quit being soft, man,” the blonde says. He stands and grips your bicep to pull you up, too. Then his hand moves to your shoulder and pushes down.

“On your knees.”

You drop to the floor and stare up at him with wide eyes. From this angle, his tiny waist seems so small compared to his broad shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants, and you reach up to free it, but he smacks your hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” he barks. “Keep your hands at your sides and open your fucking mouth.”

Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out over your bottom lip. The lean blonde unzips his pants, pulls out his thick cock and strokes it inches away from your face.

“You want this?” he asks, running its head back and forth over the tip of your tongue. “Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You just stare up at him. He’s made it clear that it doesn’t matter what you think, so maybe not acknowledging his questions is what will really get him going.

And it works. His lips turn down in a scowl, and he roughly grips your hair and thrusts in hard, hitting the back of your throat right when his balls slap into your chin.

“Oh, that’s it,” he moans, picking up the pace. “Attagirl.”

You can’t see the other two, but you hear another zipper. Then your arm is lifted, and your hand is placed on another big, veiny cock. A quick glance to your right confirms it’s the dark-haired one, and his eyes tell you to stroke.

The way your head is bobbing back and forth makes it hard to concentrate on the movements of your hand, but you do your best. You keep waiting for Ch-something to join, but he just watches.

“I want her mouth now,” the dark-haired one says. “Why don’t you do the honors and get those panties off?”

Ch-something speaks up from the couch.

“Naur, her cunt is mine. Fuck her tits, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Good call,” the blonde replies between deep breaths. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

They pull out of your grip and easily lift you, a pair of hands under your arms and another under your knees. They drop you on the bed on your back, and the quiet one straddles your head with his thick thighs. He positions himself to enter your mouth and checks behind him to see if his friend has enough room to work.

“I’m good,” the blonde assures, straddling your waist and squeezing your breasts together. He slides his dick between them just as the other presses into your mouth.

The quiet one stares at the wall as he thrusts, and you’re kind of grateful. Other than that one sweet moment, his gaze has been severe. You’re not sure how you’d react if he looks at you like that again, but part of you wants to find out.

You reach for his hips and grip gently, seeing if that can initiate eye contact. Nope, his head just falls back instead, and the blonde takes a second to ruffle his hair.

“I know, her mouth is fantastic,” he says before sharing a warning. “Save yourself, though, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yeah… I know…” he pants in reply, squeezing your head between his strong legs. “This is just… so… good…”

“You know…” Ch-something speaks up again, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that, hyung?” the blonde asks, still sliding his hips forward and back on your chest.

A bag is tossed onto the bed, and something metallic clangs inside. But you’re distracted by the man opening the duffel and the way his T-shirt hugs his biceps while he rummages through it. You can’t wait for him to use you like his friends are.

“These…” he says, holding up something he pulled from the bag, “should be fun.”

You can’t see what’s in his hand, but the way the other two are giggling probably means it’s something exciting — for them at least.

“Fuck yeah, Chan, good looking out,” the blonde cheers, and the other two freeze.

“Dude, really??”

The nameless ones climb off of you and meet Chan at the foot of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as they talk amongst themselves. Chan hands something to each of them, then places his hands on the bed when they go their separate ways.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Chan announces. “They’re gonna tie you up, and I’m gonna have my way with you.”

He reaches for your skirt and pulls at the zipper, loosening the waistband enough to slide it over your ass and down your legs. He presses his hand flat on the front of your panties, curling his fingers up and over the elastic at the top. He pushes his palm down into your folds, but he leaves the silk be. For now.

“Your body is mine,” he whispers into the skin just above your panty line.

The others have reached the top of the bed at this point, and Chan releases his hold on you. You’re pulled further up the bed and your arms extended so they can handcuff you to the bed posts.

The blonde checks to see if you’re comfortable, the dark-haired one doesn’t care, and Chan is annoyed by them both. The three men meet again at the foot of the bed, hungrily staring down at you.

Chan instructs them to hold your legs while he takes off his boxers and jeans. His large, throbbing cock scares the hell of out of you, but truly in the best possible way.

He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread-out legs. His fingertips tease the skin on your inner thighs, then your stomach, then your chest. He positions his hands on either side of your head and hovers above you.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help,” he commands his friends before leaning down to press his lips to your neck. He speaks again, but his next words are for you alone.

“At least you know what name to scream now.”

He parts your lips with his tongue and dips in to explore the familiar landscape of your mouth. You probably spent more time kissing than speaking at the bar, now that you think of it, and that certainly worked in his favor when it came time to convince you to leave with them. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those plump lips.

His mouth goes to your neck next, and he sucks and bites your skin with every intention of leaving marks. He does the same on your chest, then your breasts, then your stomach — quick, painful bites followed by wet suction.

Forgetting your hands are useless to you now, you lightly pull at the headboard. The chain links jingle as you fight against them, but it’s pointless. You can’t push him away or pull him closer. You can only lie there and watch.

He glances up at you with those lustful eyes and a twisted grin, like he loves watching you squirm. He lowers himself to your crotch and runs the silk of your underwear between his fingers.

“These are cute, huh boys?” he calls out, and the others agree. “I wonder how they’ll look in pieces.”

“No-” you start, but Chan interrupts.

“No? I’m sorry, did you say no?” he thunders. “Shut her mouth.”

The blonde releases his hold on your leg and walks to the head of the bed. He closes his big hand over your lips, pushing your head down into the pillow and smugly staring at you with dark eyes.

“Better,” Chan says. “Now, where was I?”

He grips the top of your panties with both hands and pulls… but nothing happens. You giggle into the palm over your mouth. But he pulls harder and glares up at you, holding your gaze as the silk rips almost all the way down the front.

“Not so funny now, eh?” he quips, and the others smirk.

He adjusts his hold on the material and pulls again, tearing it the rest of the way. Four fingers roughly cram into you and curl up and down rapidly.

Your one free leg pulls up toward your chest, and Chan catches it with his idle hand and lifts it over his shoulder. He reaches back for the other and pinches your thigh as he hoists that one up, too.

He pulls his soaked fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste you. Staring into your eyes, he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and forces himself inside your cunt.

As expected, he’s too big. Your walls stretch around him, barely able to endure his width, and he fills you to the brim length-wise with inches to spare. Regardless of the strain he certainly feels, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He closes his strong arms over your legs, pressing your skin to his as he pounds his cock into you over and over. You’re afraid something will rip with every thrust.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, and the other two can’t look away from your bouncing breasts. The blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he flicks one nipple and calls his friend over to join. They’re twisting and tweaking the sensitive nubs and there’s nothing you can do. Except…

“Ow! You bitch!”

The blonde lifts his hand from your mouth and slaps you across your cheek.

“She fucking bit me!” he yells.

Chan doesn’t seem to care; he keeps driving in and out of you at the same unrelenting pace. But the other two have rage in their eyes.

“You wanna play rough? We can play rough, sweetheart,” the formerly quiet one says.

He lowers his head to your chest and bites down hard — almost cruelly — on the skin of your breast. He pulls back to examine his work and appears unsatisfied. He goes in for another, and this time, he draws blood.

“Fuck you! What the fuck!” you cry out.

“Dude…” the blonde whispers.

“What?! She doesn’t get to bite you and…” the dark-haired one argues.

“No, I mean… that’s so hot,” his friend clarifies.

It’s the blonde’s turn, and he goes straight for your nipple. He closes his teeth roughly, though not as hard as the bite before, and you whine in pain again.

“Pieces of shit!” you yell. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Yeah, get off her,” Chan pants. “I have more work to do here if you’re making her scream before I do.”

He releases his hold on your legs and grabs your hips, inclining your lower body up and off the bed. His first thrust at this new angle makes you shudder, and he knows he’s got you now.

He sinks into you again, and you can’t hold back the loud, breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your wrists are starting to feel raw from the handcuffs, and your chest is sore and bruised from all three of them.

You’re in so much pain, but drowning in pleasure, too. The hot tears on your cheeks could be from either or neither or both. Who fucking knows.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan moans. “Cry for me, scream my name.”

“Fuck… Chan,” you whine, getting closer and closer to your climax.

A triumphant smile on his face, Chan nods at the others to return to their positions. They each take a nipple in their mouths, sucking more gently this time — though their gentle is still enough to slurp up a whole drink in one go.

Chan’s thrusts are growing weaker and weaker now, his power draining. He presses a thumb down into your clit hoping it will finish the job.

“Oh my FUCKING… fuck… Chan… CHAN… I… aahh-”

You’re coming on his cock with a force that makes his head spin, and he can’t help but finish deep inside you, too.

There are moans all around — two in ecstasy, two in disappointment. The onlookers detach their lips from your chest and sit on the sides of the bed while the two of you ride out your orgasms.

“Are you fucking serious, Chan?” the blonde asks incredulously and throws his hands up. “You said we were gonna all get a turn before she was spent.”

The dark-haired one keeps his mouth shut, opting to cross his arms over his chest and brood silently once again instead.

Chan pulls out and topples down next to you on the bed. He’s turned to face you, but your eyes are trained on the light fixture above the bed, watching the way the bulb flickers and sparkles. Or is that just in your head?

“Don’t worry boys,” Chan speaks up. “We have all night, and she’s tight as fuck.”

“Yeah, but now you two are gonna nap and we’re still hard,” the blonde whimpers. His face looks so cute when he pouts.

“Then take a nap with us, or suck each other off, whatever,” Chan lazily replies.

The two glance at each other with raised brows, and there’s some other undertone there too. But you’re too lightheaded to care.

Their voices blur together as the room darkens, but you can feel a firm thigh and thick arm lay across your body. Whether you’re being cuddled or trapped isn’t important right now, and you let yourself drift off.

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Waiting for You | Hjs

Soft late night thoughts - Falling asleep waiting for Han Jisung to come home from a trip to film for szkcode.

Pairing: reader x han Jisung

Warnings: nothing but fluff here

Word count: 400

I lazily wrote this while laying in bed at 3:30 am so it’s just trash sleepy thoughts. Sorry bout it. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© July 4, 2023 by mysweethannie」

You had tried to wait up for your boyfriend to come home from his trip filming for SKZCODE, but it had been a long day of laying and cutting tracks and recording the same section of a song over and over again. By the time you got home it was nearing two in the morning, and you were lucky to brush your teeth before collapsing onto your bed.

Even though Jisung would likely be home any minute, your need for sleep won out over your desperate desire to see your boyfriend.

Not long after driving to sleep, you were awaken by a gentle hand brushing your hair away from your neck, soft warm lips pressing against the tender spot behind your ear.

“I love you, baby,” Jisung whispered against your skin, his lips ghosting your ear as he nestled closer to you, pressed tightly against your back, his arms coming to settle around your waist.

It took a minute for your brain to compute that he was there. Once you did, you slowly rolled over in his arms to face him. The lamp by his side of the bed was still on, so once your eyes adjusted, you could see his sleepy smile and chestnut brown eyes.

“Hey,” you whispered sleepily, slowly blinking as Jisung’s face came into focus.

His lips found yours immediately, moving slowly, exploring everything he had missed for the last three days. You sighed happily into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly closer to him.

“I missed you, Ji,” you mumbled pulling away from his lips and burying your face in his neck. You breathed him in, kissing gently the spot where his neck met his collarbone as you did so.

“Not as much as I missed you,” he managed, a yawn escaping him. He was rubbing your back up and down, his rhythm slowing and you knew he’d soon be asleep.

You lifted your head carefully, placing a light kiss on his lips whispering, “I love you, baby,” echoing his sentiment when he first crawled into the bed. Settling back into his arms, a content sound escaped him as he held you close. It didn’t take long before you were fast asleep once more, but this time safe in the arms of the man you loved more than life itself. How you got so lucky, you never quite understood but you were thankful for every minute with Han Jisung.

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Just Friends | Han Jisung

Synopsis: Unrequited love is a bitch. Especially when it's between you and your best friend. Even more so when both of you think it's one sided. So what could possibly happen between you and him during a night of partying? Nothing right? You're just friends after all.

Pairings: au Han Jisung x Female Reader

Content Warning: Underage alcohol and drug use (marijuana only), Heavy smut, Friends to lovers, Public unprotected sex and light fluff at the end.

Author's note: I do not advise any anyone under the legal age to take part in the actions that take place in this work of fiction. Both parties are consenting adults over the age of 18. Please be responsible.

Part II

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"Y/N, you made it! Sweet!” Your best guy friend Jisung bounces up to you when you walk into the party.

His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are slightly glassy. Looks like he got a head start on partying but he makes sure to help you catch up. Pushing a plastic red cup into your hand the liquid sloshes over the top a little and you're hit with a strong whiff of vodka. Shaking your head with a smile, you eye your best friend since middle school. His silly grin makes your heart flutter and wakes up the butterflies that laid dormant in your stomach. Why did I have to fall for him? You think to yourself but quickly shove the thought away. Tonight you're going to have fun. Being a good girl all the time has gotten boring. Besides it's your last year in highschool, better live it up.

“Dude, of course I came. No way in hell was I going to miss watching you make an ass out of yourself.” You say jokingly and force a large gulp of your drink down.

Fuck, it was strong but all the better to get you quickly to the level Jisung was on. He wasn't just tipsy either, a lit rolled joint rested in-between two of his long fingers. The embers softly glowed in the darkened basement of the house the party was held. Some girl you barely knew but her parents were cool. Staying upstairs and even supplying the drinks. As long as no one was driving, the way they saw it, it was better we were safely doing it here rather than out on the streets.

“Oh come on y/n when do I ever make a fool of myself?” Jisung asks, spreading his arms wide and a bit of his drink splashes onto his arm.

Covering your mouth and laughing behind your hand at your high and drunk friend, who you were madly in love with, you pointed your cup in his direction as to prove your point. “I rest my case.”

Stealing the joint from his fingers you put it up to your lips and inhale deeply. His eyes watch the way your lips cover the end of it, the way they tighten around it to inhale the smoke that heats your tongue and throat. He's transfixed, it seems, completely forgetting what you two were talking about. Instead, thoughts of your lips sucking his cock just like that flashes in his mind. His fuzzy mind wanders, imagining scenarios of you down on your knees in front of him while he's giving every drop of him.

When you lean your head back, eyes towards the purple and orange Halloween lights strung up on the ceiling and exhale the smoke, Jisung's eyes find their way to your neck. His gaze travels to your collarbone and down to the black v-neck T-shirt you wore with skeleton hands over where your breast lay nestled away underneath. Lingering eyes notice the way your chest rises and falls with each breath and how delectable your cleavage looks in that shirt. He can't help his thoughts. You've been the cause of all his wet dreams.

Of course you don't notice a thing. In your mind you think he doesn't notice your body, you think he doesn't see the way your tight jeans hug curves. Why would he? You think, taking another puff and another. I'm probably just one of the bros to him.

“Woah, woah, woah. Bro take it easy.” Jisung says chuckling and taking the joint back from you.

His words only confirm your thoughts. Yeah, we're just bros… just friends. You roll your eyes and with an already cloudy brain you chug your drink. It burns going down but the feeling is better than the feeling of unrequited love.

“I need another drink. Where'd you get this?” You wonder with eyes scanning the party.

Bodies pressed close together as they dance. Practically fucking in the middle of the room to the loud music that plays with its heavy bass. But you don't see the drinks. Looking back at your friend he's just staring at you with his lips parted. Raising an eyebrow you silently question his weird behavior only for him to smirk at you before continuing to smoke.

“Follow me lovely.” He says, using the age old nickname he gave you years ago.

Every time he calls you that you swear your panties become instantly drenched and with your head swimming in alcohol and weed, the fantasies of you and him run rampant in that cloudy heavy head of yours. He leads you between the throngs of your classmates who are equally fucked up as you are or more to the kitchen. It becomes hotter the further you move into the basement yet entering the kitchen the breeze through the open window feels great on your already heated skin. Various bottles of alcohol are lined up on the counter in the middle and next to the fridge there's different types of sodas and juice. Reaching a hand out you go straight to the watermelon vodka, smirking when your hand wraps around the glass. Jisung loves watermelon. Watermelon flavored anything really. You often wonder if you were to kiss him would he taste like watermelon? Sweet and juicy like the red flesh of the fruit.

Knocking back a couple of more drinks and even getting a fresh joint all to yourself, courtesy of Felix, a friend of yours and Jisungs, you feel… free. Both light and heavy at the same time. Every beat and every bass of whatever song that plays you swear you can feel. Really feel it in your bones. The feeling is heavenly. Leaning back on your elbows against the counter of the kitchen's island, you listen to Jisung and Hyunjin -another friend- talk about the new Call of Duty game that dropped last week.

“Did you see the tits on that hot redhead in the campaign?” Hyunjin says dramatically, covering his face with both hands and dragging them down.

You just laugh and flick some of the ash off the end of your joint into an abandoned cup of water. Watching it sink to the bottom of the cup you bring your own up to your mouth and drink deeply.

“Oh fuck yeah I saw those babies. Although those tits don't come close to y/n’s.” You hear Jisung say and you almost spit out your drink. Wide eyed and coughing up a lung you look at the two boys as they throw their heads back laughing.

“Shit, you should've seen your face. I thought you were going to pass out for a second there y/n.” Jisung laughs, patting you on your back.

“Well excuse me. I didn't expect my tits to come up in a conversation.”

He chuckles again and his hands begin to rub your back in small circles. His fingers sprawled out wide and you're hyper aware of the heat emitting from his palm as well as his body that's pressed up close to the side of you. Hyunjin isn't paying attention to either of you by now. His phone is his top priority as his fingers fly over the screen texting someone.

“I can't help it if you got nice tits lovely.” Jisung whispers in your ear causing you to shiver.

He takes your joint and holds it out for you to take a drag. Swallowing hard and wetting your lips you lean forward, eyes on him and cover the end with your lips. He watches you inhale deep and when you turn to blow the smoke out he takes a hit as well.

“Dance with me?” he asks you abruptly, taking your hand in his. Dropping the joint into Hyunjin's hand on the way out of the kitchen he guides you to the middle of the makeshift dance floor.

What the fuck? I know I'm pretty shitfaced but am I hallucinating now?

That thought repeats in your head the entire time Jisung dances with you. You're convinced that you imagined the entire conversation in your intoxicated state and start to move your body to the music. Eyes closed, hips swaying left and right, head slowly bobbing to the beat of Chase Atlantic's Slow Down. You're singing along with the sensual and suggestive lyrics when you feel a pair of hot hands on your skin just below the hem of your shirt. Eyes fly open in surprise but when you turn to look at the person who's now pulling you into them your pulse quickens. Jisung's lips are close to your own and you can smell the watermelon vodka you and him drank all night. Fingers pressing into your hips he encourages you to keep dancing, willing you to grind your ass against him.

Too faded in your mind to feel any ounce of nervousness you'd have on a normal day you go all out. Hips swirling in a circular motion you continue to dance pushing your ass against him. He moves with you matching your movements, bodies rolling together. The hardness in his black jeans is unmistakable and it only makes you want him even more than you ever have. For seven years you harbored your secret crush on him and for 3 of those years you lusted after him. Nights in your bedroom alone you'd moan into your pillow crying his name over and over imagining his fingers rubbing your velvety walls instead of your own. The very fingers that tease and caress your skin as they make their way to your belly.

Needing to see his face, because part of you still believes that you're passed out somewhere dreaming, you look back at him and the sight breaks something in you. Maybe it's the walls you kept up in order to not get hurt, maybe it's your sanity, you don't don't really know. All you know is that you need him. You need to feel the stiffness that's clothed and pressed on your ass inside of you.

Jisung's eyes land on your lips before he slowly brings them back up to look at you. Fuck it, you do what you've dreamt about doing and kiss him. It's blissful and for a moment it's sweet. His lips taste exactly like you thought. Watermelon. It's only when the hand that rests on your stomach travels south that the kiss intensifies. It becomes messy, hot and hurried. He cups your sex over your jeans and you moan on his mouth.

As if he wasn't already hard, you feel his cock stiffen more and he groans softly on your lips. The sound carries its way inside of you down to your feet. The bodies around you fade away, leaving just the two of you in a intimate, private bubble. Holding onto you tightly he pushes himself hard into as if he could penetrate you through all the layers of clothing that currently keep you two from actually fucking right there in front of half the senior class. This teasing, it's an excruciating sort of sensation.

“Fuck me Jisung.” You beg, “Fuck me hard.”

“Shit.” He growls.

He doesn't hesitate, doesn't even let go of the hold he has on your waist when he pulls you into the kitchen and out the glass door into the backyard. There's not a lot of people out here but they're just a blur to you while you get dragged into the dimly lit garage through a door on the side of the house. Only thing illuminating the space is a large bug zapper. The soft neon purple light bounces off the two cars and random objects, casting strange shadows on the walls. You're jerked forward into Jisung's arms and his lips are on yours again. His hands palm your ass while his tongue dances with yours.

“Mm baby, fuck why do your lips taste so good?”

His words, dripping with lust, fall from his mouth. You don't get a chance to come up with some witty or stupid reply because he's spinning you around and bending you over the hood of a black mustang. The hood is cool to the touch from the late October night air but your body is scorching. Fumbling, drunk fingers clumsily undo the button on your jeans, making quick work on the zipper next. Doesn't take long for his pants and yours to be a pool of denim around the pair of your ankles.

His hand comes crashing down over your ass smacking it once making you gasp in shock. He moans appreciatively, licking his lower lip watching your skin turn pink. One hand palming where the strike connected he uses his other hand to guide the leaking tip of his cock to your opening.

“Damn you're so wet.” He shuddered, rubbing himself in-between your folds.

“J- just for you, Ji.” You purr.

“Yeah baby? You get this wet for me all the time?”

You nod your head in response. Speech becomes increasingly difficult the more he teases your cunt and rubbing himself over your clit. When he rams into you suddenly the sound that leaves you is so foreign to you that you aren't even sure it came from you. This strangle whimpering cry seems to only make Jisung crazier. He's driving into with so much force that the car rocks underneath you. He's so thick and the feeling of him stretching you wide, has you feeling higher than any strain of weed you've had.

“F- fuck y/n... Why do you feel so good?” He hisses, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of you.

You can't speak. All you can do is moan and whimper incoherently, watching your breath fog the shiny black surface of the car. His balls slap against your clit each time his length disappears inside of you. He isn't quiet either, he doesn't shy away from moaning your name praising you or telling how good you feel on his dick. Your name is repeated like a mantra.

“Jisung, fuck!” You manage to cry out clawing at the smooth surface below you.

“That's my girl. Keep talking lovely. I wanna hear you. Wanna hear your sexy voice.” Rolling his hip he slams into at such an angle your legs begin to shake.

“Don't- don't stop, shit. I'm so close Sungie. Fuck, your cock feels so good inside of me mmm.” Your words push him closer to the edge and his fingers dig painfully into your hips.

Doesn't matter though, chasing the climax that's building quickly inside of you is what matters. Feeling Jisung's cock slide in and out of you creating this beautiful slippery sound when your bodies connect…. you don't know how you'll ever get enough of this. With a shuddering breath you squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you start seeing specks of white lights flashing behind your lids. Your skin prickles and your walls clench down around him pulling a strained groan from him as your orgasm crashes through you. Burying your face in the crook of your arm you attempt to muffle your anguish moans. Jisung pumps into you at a frenzied pace groaning and grunting and cumming with you at the same time.

“Ah, y/n, y/n! Shit, fuck, baby!

Your pussy pulsates milking his cock for every drop of cum that he gives you, filling you up to the point that some starts to drip down your inner thigh. Your legs feel like jelly and the sound of your shared heavy breathing and panting seems to somehow sync with the rhythm of the muffled music playing from inside the house. Groaning he slides out of and you shiver feeling the cold hit your ass.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time.” Jisung admits softly after your clothes are back in place.

The sudden confession makes you feel suddenly shy as if he wasn't just rearranging your guts one minute ago. With gentle hands he cups your face and places a sweet and tender kiss to your lips. When he pulls back from you his eyes blaze with unspoken words that you feel in your chest. With the high from the weed gone and the buzz slowly wearing off it becomes clear that this wasn't a one time thing. The love you thought was one sided wasn't and he wanted to be clear about that, even if he couldn't put it into words right now.

“Come back to my place? I don't want the night to end yet.” His hands find their way to yours intertwining your fingers together. “My parents aren't home.” He adds with a cocky smirk.

A giggle bubbles up from you and you roll your eyes playfully. “Can't get enough can you Ji?” You tease, finding it easy to still have the best friend vibes between you.

“Lovely, the way you felt on my dick, I don't think I'll ever get enough.” He confesses and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder carrying out of the garage into the Halloween night air.

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[nomniki]

you ruined my shirt, spidey!han jisung ͏──͏ ͏ ͏ nomniki’s 1k event ͏ ͏, ͏( ͏ @anon )

🖇️ wc 1.3k warnings nothing just being ynji silly note 1.3 seems to be my lucky number all my recent written works have been 1.3k words

There was a palpable silence in the room as Jisung processed your words, and you watched in real time as his eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion. Your room was dimly lit, flooded with the early evening light that painted your room a warm orange, like the sunlight was passing through a film of solid amber. His figure was backlit, and you found yourself squinting to make out the expression on his face.

“I’m Spiderman.”

Jisung repeated slowly, the words hanging in the air as he waited for a reaction different to the one you’d given him seconds before— disbelief. You rolled your eyes,

“No, you’re not.”

You scoffed, though the noise was hushed to keep from alerting your parents of the wholly unexpected visitor stood a few paces from your now open window.

“Yes, I am. Why don’t you believe me?”

He seemed almost offended, and you stared at him blankly, hoping that a few moments of contemplative silence would prompt him into giving up on his attempt to fool you. You’d barely been dating for more than a few weeks, and preceding the conversation taking place in your room, you’d been confident you were well versed in most of Jisung’s quirks. He’d only ever hold your hand if he was walking on the left, he liked his coffee with more vanilla syrup than coffee, he took texting you when the time was an angel number very seriously— none of the various things you had learnt about him included his status as a superhero.

In response to your silence, Jisung huffed impatiently and crossed his arm over his chest, though you’d draw the line if he started tapping his foot or checking the time on an imaginary watch.

“Well?”

He prompted, narrowing his eyes at you in some unspoken accusation of betrayal, and you sighed softly, “well, I don’t believe you because that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” he insisted, his bottom lip jutting out a little and you couldn’t help but be a little distracted, “seriously, why don’t you believe me?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him through your lashes— Jisung was late to dates because he had terrible time management, and the cuts and bruises that littered his tan skin were the consequences of clumsiness, not crime fighting. You knew that, didn’t you?

“If it’s true, then prove it.”

“Why do I have to prove it? We’re dating, you should trust me.”

You fixed him with a deadpan stare, “if it was true, you wouldn’t have any problem proving it, but you do, so it’s not.”

Jisung groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in an exaggerated show of exasperation, his lips pursed in clear frustration. Confusion fluttered across your face, there had been many jokes of his you hadn’t played along with before— tiktok pranks, lies to save face in front of his friends— but he’d never seen so visibly affected by your lack of cooperation.

“I know you’re not Spiderman, Ji,” you murmured softly in a tone that was slow and thoughtful, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with him.

“Yeah? How?”

He grumbled, and it took a harsh pinch to your own skin to swallow down the giggles in your throat as you kept your eyes on his, his dark hair glowing auburn in the suns dying light.

“Because I’m Spiderman— phew, phew.”

A smile broke out on your lips, your ring and middle fingers pressed flat against your palm to mimic Spiderman’s signature pose as he swung through the city, and you couldn’t help that your sound effects were interrupted by soft laughter. Jisung was shaking his head, his bottom lip trapped beneath his teeth.

“Nuh uh, it’s more like this.”

There was a quiet thwip and before you could process what was happening, your body was jerked forward like a puppet on unsteady strings, and you were pulled right into Jisung’s waiting arms. The sound that had escaped you— something between a yelp and a squeal, that was inarguably embarrassing— was one you would forever deny making. Instinctually, you pressed a hand to your heart just to feel it hammer beneath your palm, but paused with a grimace as your hand met something sticky. A… web?

“Ji,” you breathed out, pulling your hand away hesitantly and watching unblinking as the shirt your hand was stuck to followed the movement of your hand, “what the fuck.”

As if the tension had been broken by your words, Jisung let out a howl of a laugh, gleeful and giddy, and there was something akin to static buzzing in your ears. He couldn’t be serious, he couldn’t be, but you weren’t stupid enough to deny evidence that was quite literally stuck to you.

“Told you, I told you so— you believe me now, don’tcha?”

He practically sang, shuffling excitedly where he was standing, his eyes flickering between the web hanging limply between your bodies and where your hand was stuck to it, and your shirt. His eyes glittered, and your lashes fluttered as you blinked slowly, attempting to process what Jisung had told you. He was Spiderman. He was Spiderman. You opened your mouth to speak, and shut it again, aware you probably looked like a goldfish.

“You,” you started, but nothing followed except furrowed brows and wide eyes, “you.”

“Me.”

He chuckled, and he wound his arms around your waist casually as anything, looking stupidly pleased with himself.

“You ruined my shirt.”

“You could always take it off,” he hummed with a little shrug, and you pushed him halfheartedly, focusing your attention back onto the webbing stuck to your shirt.

“How do you get this shit off?”

“Blah blah blah, don’t worry about that, it’ll dissolve by itself— this is the part where you tell me how cool I am, and how you can’t believe you’re dating the Spiderman.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, just taking in his features again— it was strange to think the pretty features you’d been admiring in class for weeks was the same one hidden beneath a mask, caught up in newsreels every day saving the city. You squished his cheeks, turning his face to either side with a thoughtful him, and Jisung let you do it without complaint.

“I can’t believe it, d’you know how crazy this is?”

Jisung laughed softly, his hands skating up your sides and settling against your neck, his thumbs fitting perfectly into the divot of your jaw. He tilted your head up to look at him properly, his smile softer now, exuding something reassuring without a spoken word necessary.

“Yeah, trust me, I know,” his voice was quieter, unfairly gentle, “it’s just, something I wanted to share with you, y’know?”

You nodded and offered him a smile, one that was simple at face value and didn’t betray the barrage of thoughts you were facing. Jisung’s thumbs brushed over your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours and he made it hard to feel anything but relaxed, even after such a shocking revelation.

“Thank you for trusting me with this, then.”

You murmured softly, your arms dropping from his cheeks to his broad shoulders so you could pull him into a hug. He went willingly, tucking his face against the crook of your neck with a satisfied sigh that fanned warmly across the sliver of exposed skin not hidden by your hoodie.

“I’d trust you with anything.”

“Careful, Ji, I might start to think you like me.”

His shoulders shook with the laughter that was muffled against your shoulder, and he tucked you against his chest, uncaring of the webbing that was now stuck to both of you.

“‘s exactly the impression I wanna give you.”

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[whyyougottadothatbro]

fluffy little hannie drabble I wrote because I'm an absolute sucker for the man gosh i love him so much :(((

Playlist recommended : 🎧

Wc : 0.8k, barely proofread

2:36 AM

“hm?”

You hum in question as you offer jisung your left ear’s ear pod, sitting at the windowsill in your bedroom. Not the biggest apartment you could have landed in your budget, but its cozy and perfect for you, in fact, perfect for two.

“Mhm. Scoot over” he hums in acceptance, taking the ear pod from your extended hand and putting it in, as you scoot ahead from where you were leaning, making space for him to settle behind you, leaning your head against his chest with him stretching his legs ahead to have you sit in-between them, snuggled up against him, head against his shoulder, the perfect fit, his missing puzzle piece. 

“where do you even find these songs? I love them, especially when it gets this late” jisung finally relaxes his tense body that had been uptight the whole day, leaning his head so his squirrel cheeks smush against the crown of your head. It was late though, 2:36 AM to be exact, but a freshly showered jisung felt too heavenly against you, it probably would be 2:36 AM an hour later too, or 2 hours later even, dawn would slowly creep up into the sky and the night would slowly fade away into the day, but time in your world would stop the moment jisung took you in his arms and your skin was against his, his heartbeat next to your ear. 

“what do I say? Being a producer’s girlfriend does need some musical talent don’t you think?” you grin up at him, the skyline shining from the window against your back, the moonlight illuminating both your faces in its soft glow, and jisung adjusts the blanket to cover the both of you better, lips pressing against the crown of your head in a soft kiss.

“baby you could be tone deaf and I’d still love you to bits, your kickass music taste is just a cherry-on-top” you hum in agreement because you do know its true.jisung’s love is nothing like love you’ve felt before, and you know you’re keeping it by your side for as long as time allows you. 

the blanket covers you both in each other’s warmth with your usual comfortable silence cocooning you both in its ease.jisung was almost preparing himself mentally to carry you to bed again today because its too often you fall asleep like this, but you look at the night sky again, the thought of having a lazy morning with your lover the next day after so long keeping sleep away from you momentarily. 

“the sky’s so pretty today hm? Feels a bit different today don’t you think?” you ask him as you look at him again. jisung steals a quick glance to the sky again, then back to you. 

“maybe because we’re watching it together like this after a while?” he looks back down at you. But you, oh you’re too far gone, staring at jisung will never get boring, his beauty would never stop amazing you, your heart won’t ever stop loving him. Jisung lays his hand across your soft hand that had been resting against the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. 

"Why do you sometimes look at me like that?" he asks in an almost whisper 

“hm?” you break out of your little daze, eyes searching for his. Jisung chuckles and asks you again,

“ I was asking.. why do you sometimes look at me like that?”

" like what?" 

"Like I hang the stars in the sky or something? Like I'm so precious?"

"Because you are, I don't know about the stars in the sky but the stars in my eyes come around only when I'm with you" your reply is as direct as it could get, and your ease in that answer catches him off guard. He knows how much you love him, your forwardness just leaves him amazed. 

“wow….” the blush is quick to spread across his cheeks and he just knows he’s using something like this in a song sooner or later, maybe he’d propo-

“besides, you’ve got stars on your nails too this time right? my star” you lean up to kiss him hard on the cheek, giggling when you fall back into your earlier position.

jisung, too speechless to say anything, squeezes you in his hold and kisses your nose, the melody playing in his ear makes it even more dream-like, as if you weren’t a dream come true for him already.

“I swear I’m giving felix such a big kiss tomorrow..”

You barely can get yourself to stop from laughing before you ask, “where did lix come from?” you ask him in between your giggles.

“that idiot is the reason I have the love of my life in my arms right now, I owe him big time”

“ah really? Then what does the love of your life get?”

“the love of my life? Baby you had me all for yourself the day you said yes”

“always?”

“always.” 

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[moonlightndaydreams]

Can I Watch you, Sungie?

NSFW // 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader / established relationship

Scenario: You come home from work early to find Jisung on your bed fucking himself with a dildo.

Content warnings below.

Warnings: masturbation // slight voyeurism // anal penetration with a sex toy male receiving // hand job // ejaculation // comfort // praise “good boy”

It was rare that you came home early from work. You weren’t meant to be home for another hour. You shouldn’t have been back yet, and you were excited to surprise your boyfriend Jisung with your presence. Maybe go out for a dinner, or get takeout and watch a movie together? Maybe snuggle and make love? It never really mattered what you both ended up doing, as long as you were with your Sungie.

You slipped inside the front door, flicked off your shoes, dropped your handbag - and that’s when you heard it. Was that whimpering? Moaning, even?

Your heart almost stopped - that was Jisung’s sex noises. Unmistakable. You loved his noises. His little mewls, choked whimpers, the way it sounded like he was gasping for air. You loved those pretty sounds. He made them for you. Because of you.

You tiptoed down the hallway to your bedroom, expecting to get a glimpse of him masturbating.

You arrived at the door to your bedroom and peeked in.

Your love, Jisung, on your shared bed. Naked. Sweating. Whimpering. Moaning. Kneeling with one hand reached around behind him and fucking himself with your dildo.

You gasped louder than you intended when he unexpectedly thrust himself against the toy just a little harder and his squeal of pleasure took you by surprise.

Jisung stilled and opened his eyes that up until then had been closed tight, lost in pleasure. He must’ve heard you, his eyes now wide and frightened, like a deer in the headlights. Dildo still buried inside of his ass.

“Sungie!” Your hand came to cover your mouth. You shook your head and began to apologise. “Sorry, baby — I-I can leave.” You said. Then you let your gaze really take in your precious Jisung. He looked so desperate. His dark locks sticking to his sweaty brow. His chest heaving as he caught his breath. His angry dick leaking pathetically.

“I’m sorry, baby… I thought you wouldn’t—” he stuttered.

“Can I watch you, Sungie? Or….maybe….help you?” You said out of nowhere. There was something about this situation that was making your heart melt and your pussy throb. This was just so… erotic to you.

Jisung blinked rapidly trying to process if he heard you correctly. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he swallowed hard. “Y-you are o-okay with this?” He gulped.

“Oh Sungie, my sweet boy.” You carefully approached the bed and climbed up next to the mess of a man and placed a hand on his back. “Can I please help?” You whisper, looking him in the eyes.

Jisung’s face softened and he nodded. “Yes, baby. Can… can you get behind me?” He gestured for you to kneel behind him while he nervously moved into an all fours position.

“Now if.. if you hold it… yes like that… yes that’s it… fuck!” You gripped the end of the dildo as Jisung lowered his front half onto the bed, creating a beautiful curve in his spine and poking his ass up at a very fuckable angle.

Your hands shook as you tried to hold the dildo steady. The sight of it stretching his rim almost obscene. You used your free hand to grip his perfectly pert ass cheek, giving it an experimental squeeze, eliciting a low moan from your lover.

Then he began to push himself back onto the toy. His slow and fluid movements were mesmerising. Watching the toy disappear inside of him and then reappearing made you cunt ache. You knew how good it felt to be penetrated and it turned you on immensely witnessing Jisung experiencing the same thing.

You continued to massage his cheek, giving it a light spank every so often. Jisung was losing himself, the volume of his noises had increased significantly after a short while, filling the room.

“Does this feel good, Sungie? Am I doing okay?” You asked looking for any signs that he might want you to do something differently.

“Fuck me back.” He panted. You looked down at where your hand gripped the toy. He wanted you to thrust into him? You repositioned your thigh behind your hand to use as leverage and gently used your hand and thigh to push the dildo into Jisung. He let out a shaky cry. You stopped immediately, frightened you’d hurt him.

“Don’t stop! Baby…Please, don’t stop… feels good.” He backed against you trying to urge you to keep moving. You tried again, this time a little harder. He seemed to like it. A lot. So you continued to fuck him at moderate pace.

You let Jisung’s responses guide you, speeding up until you were well and truly fucking him dumb. He became frantic rather quickly, pushing his hips back to meet your thrusts. He was falling apart, mumbling incoherently.

You reached up and stroked his sweat-sheened back, goosebumps appeared on his skin at your touch. Your hand eventually rested on his hip, that slim hip, holding and pulling him back onto the dildo. Fuck, you wished you had a cock right now. What you’d have given to feel his walls enveloping you. For it to be your actual body making him cry your name like he was doing right now.

“Sungie?” You leaned over him, accidentally changing the angle of the thrusts.

“Ahahhhaa!” He cried out suddenly.

“Oh my God are you okay?” You sat back up, horrified.

“Like that… do it like that… fuck… need to come…” he managed to say.

You hesitantly leaned back over him, kissing his delicious tanned skin, licking the sweat off of him.

“Your sounds are so pretty, Sungie.” You coo, as you lick and suck any skin you can reach. His sounds were making you crave a release of your own, but you pushed them away. You wanted to take care of your love, Jisung.

You snaked your hand around the front of his body, exploring his hard abdominal muscles as they contracted, making your way down to his untouched cock. Jisung gasped, as though in shock, when you wrapped your fingers around his shaft.

“Sungie, baby, you’re doing so good.” You said and you started to jerk him off in time with your thrusts. This additional stimulation sent Jisung into a frenzy. You no longer needed to actually move the dildo, he was doing all the work now as he chased his release. All you did was continue to jerk him off. His cock was rock hard in your hand, harder than you remembered him ever being before. You imagined it inside of you, inside your cunt, or ass, or mouth. You wanted him everywhere.

You could feel he was almost there. “Come for me, Sungie. Let go.” You encouraged.

“I-I’m… fuuuuuccckkk!” His ass clenched around the dildo and ropes of cum spilled all over the bed spread. His legs almost collapsing underneath him.

You held him steady so he wouldn’t land in his cum, pulling him over to his side and laying him gently on the mattress. You laid behind him, spooning him, and carefully removed the dildo and put it to the side.

“Felt..so..good.” He panted, deliriously.

‘Shh… Sungie. You did so good. My good boy.” You whispered in his ear and nestled your chin into his neck. You wrapped your arm around him, caressing his chest.

“Should we get you in the shower, baby?” You suggested quietly, brushing your fingers over his abs.

But Jisung didn’t answer. He was fast asleep.

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For Better or For Worse

DRABBLE Han Jisung x reader

Genre: husband!Jisung, fluff-overload

Word Count: 1,543

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Jisung is whipped for you but you’re equally as whipped for him

(gif is not mine. all credit goes to the rightful owner)

Also this is my first time posting some of my writing on here. Hope you enjoy! :) 

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You look up to find a pair of familiar, big brown eyes gazing at you from across the room. Your husband leans against the door frame of your daughter’s room, a lovestruck expression painted across his face. 

"Ji," you chuckle. "How long have you been standing there?" You question as you try to hush the crying baby in your arms.

His eyes crinkle as a mischievous grin creeps onto his face. "Not that long."

You playfully roll your eyes, turning away to gently place the squirmy baby into the wooden crib LeeKnow had kindly gifted you both when you were newly weds. With your back still turned, you hear Jisung's soft footsteps approach you.

He peers over your shoulder at the now happy baby crawling about, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. Jisung plants a slow, lingering kiss to the back of your neck before looking back at his daughter. Her favorite cat plushie, gifted by none other than Uncle LeeKnow himself, was tightly gripped between her small fingers as she swung the toy around her. Jisung’s warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "I'm so lucky to have two beautiful girls in my life."

His soft, melodic voice sends chills down your spine as you feel the start of a vibrant, red blush creep onto your warm cheeks. Completely oblivious to the effect Jisung had on you, he starts up a new conversation.

"So," he drags out the 'o' as he gently turns you around. "How was your day?" he continues as his arms pin you against the crib. The warmth in his gaze as he looks down into your eyes is enough to steal the breath from your lungs. 

"E-exhausting," you stutter, as you gaze down at your socks, trying to control the butterflies summersaulting around your stomach. “She’s been fussy all day and barely took any of her naps. Yours?” you continue as you play with the rings on your fingers.

“Busy. We had a packed schedule today.” He tilts your chin up towards him. "What's wrong?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why did you stutter?"

You bite your lip as you try to come up with a better excuse than the fact that he still gives you butterflies despite being married for five years. At this point though, your face is so warm you’re more afraid you'll turn as red as the tomatoes you bought yesterday thanks to Jisung’s effortless charm.

"Ah," he says, his brain finally piecing it together. You can practically hear the smirk oozing out of his voice as he states, "I'm just that good looking, huh?"

"Don't flatter yourself," you smile, slapping his chest. Escaping his grasp, you walk towards the door to grab the baby bottle you’d left downstairs.

"Yah!" he says grabbing your hand as he pulls you back towards him. You collide against his chest as his arms snake around you. "I'm just teasing!" he laughs.

You feign annoyance before a playful smile tugs at your lips, the one Jisung never fails to remind you is his favorite. Planting a kiss on your nose, Jisung pulls his head back as he flashes you an adorable, quokka-like smile. "Awe baby,” he says as he admires you. Gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he adds, “You're so cute when you’re flustered.”

Your eyes grow wide as your heart starts to palpitate faster, your brain always having the tendency to short circuit whenever Jisung called you baby. "Stop that! S-stop being so cute and charming!" you protest, pointing your finger at him.

He raises an eyebrow, completely amused by your behavior. “You think I’m cute and charming?” 

“Jiiii,” you whine. 

Jisung lets out a soft chuckle. “Okay, okay,” he says as he rests his head on top of yours, gently swaying your bodies back and forth. 

As much as you wish you could stay in the comfort of Jisung’s arms forever, you know your daughter’s going to start getting hungry soon. 

“Ji, I gotta go get her bottle before she starts crying.”

“Just a little longer,” Jisung whispers into your hair as he holds you a little tighter, making you melt into his arms. 

After a few minutes, you gently pull away from his chest to look up at him. “Hey, is everything okay?” you ask softly as your hand cups his cheek. 

Jisung leans into your touch as his voice grows quiet. “Yeah...I just really missed you today.”

Your eyes soften at the vulnerability laced within his voice. “Awe Jisung-ah, I missed you too.”

The start of a frustrated whine from your daughter’s crib pulls Jisung’s and your attention away from each other. Jisung looks back at your daughter with an adoration that makes your heart flutter as she stands by the front of her crib. Her left hand grips the wooden bar as her other hand makes grabby motions towards the both of you. “Hold on baby, we’re going to get you your bottle,” Jisung smiles.

As if your daughter understood, she slowly nods her head. Rubbing her tired eyes, she lets out a soft sniffle. Jisung coos as he runs over to her and plants a kiss atop her head. “We’ll be right back,” he smiles, gently pinching her cheek.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Jisung is running back towards you with a mischievous grin as he sweeps you up into his arms. “Ji!” you laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he spins you around before taking you downstairs. As you reach the last step, Jisung gently puts you down before interlacing your hands and skipping over towards the bottle. You can’t help but laugh at his childlike-ness, falling even more in love with the man in front of you. 

Once Jisung grabs the bottle, he gives your cheek a quick peck as he says, “Okay, back upstairs.”

Running over to your daughter, Jisung helps her sit down in the crib before handing her the bottle. Once she was content and distracted, Jisung looks back at you. You’ve been caught staring at the both of them, a loving gaze in your eyes that makes Jisung’s heart beat faster. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love with me,” Jisung flashes you a cheeky smile.

Instead of giving in to his teasings, you respond confidently, “That’s because I am.” When you see a soft blush coat Jisung’s cheeks, your lips tug into a teasing grin. “Two can play at this game, baby.”

His eyes light up as a smirk creeps onto his lips. “Oh, so you wanna play?”

“No. Jisung,” you nervously state, your confidence flying out the window as you take a step back. “I know that look. Don’t look at me like that!” 

"What look?" he innocently asks, cocking his head to the side. But the expression plastered on his face is anything but innocent as he takes another step forward. 

You can feel the burning sensation crawling its way back into your bright, red cheeks. You silently curse under your breath as he inches closer, corning you into the wall. 

"Jisung-ah," you whisper, but before you can let out another word he closes the gap between you and gently kisses you. Making sure to leave no distance between you, he moves even closer, pulling you by the waist with an ease that makes your insides melt.  

The warmth radiating off his body and his soft lips, fills you with an unexplainable happiness. His sweet embrace never failing to feel like home. He slowly pulls away, smiling like an idiot. Proud of his little plan. You stand there dumbfounded. As you look up into his eyes, you find the same gentleness and unconditional love Jisung had when he had first confessed that he was helplessly in love with you. You can’t help but smile back. 

“You’re a butt,” you tease. 

“Correction, I’m the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.”  

“I thought you were going to tickle me again,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I thought about it, but the urge to kiss you was stronger,” Jisung beams.

Chuckling, you lean back into his arms, “What am I going to do with you?” 

Without hesitation, Jisung says, “Love me.” The teasing in his voice is replaced with a seriousness that squeezes the life out of your pattering heart. “Love me until the end of this life and the next.”

The smile on your face grows as you feel your eyes begin to water. “Always Jisung-ah. I’ll always love you.”

Jisung chuckles. “There’ll continue to be days where loving each other will be hard, but I know it’s worth it. Because despite our imperfect love, I want to choose to love you every day. I want to choose to be a better man for you every day." He pulls you back into his chest as his voice grows soft, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you feel his heart skip a beat. A warm smile spreads across your cheeks as you whisper back to Jisung’s heart, "I love you too and I choose you for better or for worse, always."

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