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#han jisung drabble
hyunsvngs · 4 months
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no thoughts, just sex with jisung in the recording booth
pushing him against the wall and sucking him dry before he tries to fuck you against the wall but fails miserably and you end up just fucking on the floor
i personally have thoughts on this
"baby, baby, i gotta- i gotta record this, my baby," jisung's babbling, complaining at the way you've got him pushed against the wall of the studio, but he's still pushing his trousers down. his boxers go with them, sliding down lithe thighs and revealing his thick, hard cock. "i gotta record this, you can't."
he's still stroking his cock in front of your face though, exposing the head beneath his foreskin, and you giggle. he whimpers when you engulf the head of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around like it's a damn lollipop. his hands fly back to the wall, blunt fingernails digging into the paint. satisfied, you reach your hand up to cup his balls, just softly rubbing your thumb over them and he positively wails. your baby's sensitive.
"baby, baby, i really gotta-" jisung cuts himself off with his own moan, loud and keening through the studio. you're glad it's soundproofed. he lifts his hoodie up with his hands, clutching the fabric in his palms so he can see the way you're bobbing your head on his cock ruthlessly. your eyes lock with his, and he realises that he's gonna cum embarrassingly quickly. "'m gonna blow! baby, i'm gonna fuckin' blow, please, please, let me-"
you pull off, using your fist to stroke his now-slick cock. the noises reverberate around the room and he's still whining, teeth gritted, toes curling in his socks and thighs tensing and untensing in front of you. "let you do what, sungie? tell me. tell mommy, yeah?"
you're pretty sure jisung screams in response to you using that title. it's incoherent, high pitched and extremely loud, the noise he makes, but you smile anyway as if you understood. his legs are shaking and so is his bottom lip, a pout present on his face and accompanied by teary, round eyes beneath his floppy hair.
"i gotta fuck you, please! please, please, don't wanna cum in your mouth, not here, wanna- wanna fill you up and watch it drip out, oh my god, please. mommy!"
"c'mere then, baby," you huff as if it's an inconvenience. in reality, you've gotten exactly what you want, and you lay on the floor to wiggle your joggers down your legs. the movement shows him how you arrived sans underwear for him, and he keens. he immediately darts to the floor, head moving to the crook of your neck.
"gotta- gotta, gotta, i gotta, i g'ta, mommy, i'm pushing in, 'kay?" he's drooling already, cockhead barely breaching your entrance, but he always drools when he's desperate like this. you let him push his cock past your folds, thick and drippy beneath his foreskin, and he's immediately rutting into you at an unbelievable pace. "hnnnfgg, oh my god, oh my god."
"that's it, b-baby, my boy, good boy," you coo, stuttering through your own pleasure, and he gasps wetly into your skin. he's so fucking cute. "fuck mommy's pussy just like that, that's it."
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soobnny · 3 months
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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
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“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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ddyskz · 5 months
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Many people see Jisung as a sub but NO! I think hes a "fuck around and find out" type switch (like have you seen blue han?) so like imagine reader fucking around and finding out
oh absolutely our jisungie can go from babygirl to I'll fuck you useless in a second.
Like picture you on the couch with him all snuggled up until you start to just watch his gorgeous hands trace over his thighs.
"Jisung..."
"What is it Y/n?" the tips of his white teeth showing.
Without warning you straddle him and grind against him. He tips his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. Something in his eyes darken and he flips you off of him, onto the couch face down.
"This what you wanted?" He pulls you up by your waist so you're now tucked on your knees with your ass to his hardened cock.
You feel the breath caught in your throat as your mind tries to catch up with what's happened. How he's completely went from cuddling you so sweetly to having his knuckles grasping your hair.
"What, baby? Didn't expect this?" His belt buckle rings in your ears and your mouth salivates for what's to come.
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straykeedz · 5 months
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(credits to who owns the pics, i just found them on pinterest)
okay so i was minding my business on pinterest as i usually do and i stumbled across these and oh, thoughts are being thought… 🙊 that tank top and belt did something to me ngl
!!!minors dni with this!!!
tw: female anatomy; mentions of unprotected sex (hey, don’t.); creampie; daddy kink (oops) spanking; ♡
this is heavily unedited
ok so just imagine - jisung knows you’re backstage and are watching him perform and that lowkey makes him wanna act all teasing, knowing it drives you crazy and just makes you crave him so bad;
post-concert!jisung who just can’t wait to drag you in the first dressing room/washroom available and just bend you over, undo his pants just enough to take his cock out and fuck you - bonus points if it’s in front of a mirror so he can see your face as he pounds into you;
his hands would grip your hips so hard you’re sure he’s gonna leave marks, but you don’t care, it wouldn’t be the first time after all;
and you’d moan, and he wouldn’t even bother to ask you to keep quiet - he wants everyone to hear the sweet sounds you make only for him;
he’d cum inside of you and ask you to “keep it inside baby, all of it. be a good girl and keep my cum inside your pussy until we’re home”
and when you’re home…
your hands would be all over him - you’re so turned on by his outfit, his stage presence, his performance, everything about him, and you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him;
“mhhh what’s gotten into you, baby?”;
“not your cock”, you’d pout, running your hands over his chest - that little tank top driving you absolutely feral;
“now we both know that’s a lie” he’d chuckle because fuck, he just dicked you down less than an hour ago;
but it’s not enough;
“what got you so desperate for my cock, angel?”;
“‘m always desperate for your cock” your hands would reach his belt - fingers tracing the outline of the golden heart “but you were so sexy tonight… and this outfit, god”;
he’d smirk, loving to see you so horny;
“you like it?” you’d nod;
“looks so good on you…” fingers still on the leather belt;
“what is it, angel, you like the belt?” he’d joke, but then he’d widen his eyes when he sees you biting your lip, cheeks flustered. “oh, you do.”;
and something inside of him snaps, making him wanna do something you’ve never done before;
“want me to spank you with it, angel?”;
you’d gasp, but nod slowly - that’s what you’ve been thinking of the whole night to be honest;
“fuck, get on the bed, angel. on your tummy.”;
you obey, already feeling a tingling sensation between your legs as you lay flat on the mattress. you’d feel his hand flipping up your dress, sliding it up over the curve of your ass;
then you’d hear him fidgeting with his belt, taking it off, and you wiggle your ass in anticipation. his hand would cup one of your asscheek, squeezing the soft flesh as he bites his lip;
“you want me to spank this pretty little ass, angel?” you whimper, nodding “yeah? you want me to use my belt on you? mark those pretty asscheeks?”;
“please, please”;
“please what?”;
“spank me, daddy”;
and omg-;
ok so imho jisung has a mommy kink. BUT, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like to be in charge sometimes, and when he does, he looooves to be called daddy. like i just can 100% picture him getting so flustered and incredibly horny once the word slips out of your mouth;
the first spank would be hesitant and tentative, just testing the waters, yk?;
but then you’d let out a loud moan and he’d be tempted to do it again. and you’d beg him to;
“count them for me, angel.” he’d ask you - only because he loves to see how your voice breaks down because of pleasure;
and he’d be soooo turned on by the cute little red marks on your asscheeks;
and he’d stop spanking you only to run his fingers up and down your clothes pussy just to see if you’re wet and oh, your panties are soaked;
so he’d pull your panties to the side just to feel the wetness coating his fingers;
“mhhh you liked it so much, angel, didn’t you?”;
“yes- so much”, you whimper, fisting the sheets beneath you;
he’d be so hard it’s almost painful now, palming himself over the skinny jeans he’s wearing, but he’d want to pleasure you first;
so he’d ease two fingers inside of you - you’re so wet that they slip in easily, and you moan, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder;
“cum for me like this, angel.”;
and you’d whine, bc “but i want to cum on your cock”, you’d pout;
he chuckles, starting to move his fingers inside of you;
“cum for me and i’ll give you my cock, my angel, i promise.”
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mnwrld · 17 days
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౨ৎ ━━━━ 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ﹒ ( 한지성⠀ )
♡ ( genre⠀ ) … han jisung x reader, fluff, comfort, drabble
✿ ( warnings⠀ ) … reader is in a bad mood in the beginning, jisung cheers you up, "magic dance" from the david bowie movie labyrinth, just overall very fluffy and cute (not edited)
✿ ( words⠀ ) … approx. 800 words
⭓     (    note⠀ )   …   just a cute little drabble i had an idea for when listening to "magic dance" bc this song never fails to make me feel better <3
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The day has been terrible. All you want is to come home and fall into bed—you just need to forget everything. Maybe tomorrow will be better. You hope it will be. 
You sigh as you open the door to the apartment you share with Jisung. You let the door slam shut behind you, cringing a little—you didn’t mean to slam the door. You can see the living room from the front entryway. As you kick your shoes off, you can see Jisung turn to look at you from the couch, concern etched into his eyebrows. 
He doesn’t say anything as you drop your bag and sit beside him on the couch—he just wraps an arm around you. And that’s enough—Jisung is enough. He’s sitting on the couch and he’s still wearing the white t-shirt and gray sweatpants he’d been wearing when you left that morning. His hair is long and hangs, curly, in his eyes. He brushes it away with honey fingers, silver rings catching the light of the lamp and shimmering prettily. 
He holds you for a few minutes, kisses the top of your head, runs his fingers over your shoulders and your arms. He stays quiet, knows you don’t want to talk. And then he gets up. You frown a little but watch as he walks back to the bedroom and comes back only a minute later, holding his portable speaker. 
You watch as he connects to his phone and searches for a song—for something. You can’t deny that you’re curious. 
“What are you doing, Ji?” 
“You’ll see.” 
After only another moment, music fills the living room. He sets his phone down and looks at you expectantly as “Magic Dance” plays. You purse your lips trying not to give in—you want to sit in your bad mood for just a little longer. But he knows your weakness—his pretty smile and that damn song. You can’t listen to “Magic Dance” without wanting to… well, dance. 
When the words start, Jisung looks at you expectantly and sings. “You remind me of the babe—” 
But you don’t sing along. 
“The babe with the power—come on, honey. Sing with me. It’ll make you feel better.” He pauses the song and pouts at you. 
“What if I don’t want to feel better?” 
“Just humor me then.”
He restarts the song and watches you. “You remind me of the babe—” 
“What babe?” You sing back, arms crossed and trying to hide your smile. 
“The babe with the power!” 
“What power?” You stand when Jisung pulls at your hands, not strong enough to resist anymore. 
“The power of voodoo—” 
“Who do?” 
“You do!” 
“Do what?” 
“Remind me of the baaaabe,” Jisung giggles and sings the next part, still holding your hands in his as he twirls you around. “I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry, what could I do? Your turn honey—”
“My baby’s love had gone and left my baby blue! Nobody knew!” You laugh as you sing too, finally allowing yourself to smile—allowing the bad day to be stripped from you in the arms of the boy you love the very most. 
“What kind of magic spell to use?” 
“Slime and snails—”
“Or puppy dog tails!” 
“Thunder and lightning—”
“And baby said—” Jisung lets go of you and does a silly dance as the chorus hits and you join him. You don’t even remember what you’d been upset about. “Dance, magic dance, magic dance, magic dance, magic put that baby spell on me.” 
“Jump, magic jump, magic jump, magic jump, magic, put that magic jump on me—” 
“Slap that baby, make him free!” 
You fall into him, giggling as he catches you. He laughs with you and brushes the hair from your face. You sigh and smile at him. “Let’s maybe not slap any babies.” 
“Damn, there goes my one wish,” he teases, smiling back at you. “Are you feeling better?” 
“Yeah. Much better. Thank you.” 
“Wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” He turns the song off and tugs you toward the couch. 
You curl up in his arms, sighing happily as you shrug. “Sure. Can we watch Labyrinth?” 
“You already heard “Magic Dance,” do you really need to watch—” 
“Yes,” you nod, reaching for the remote. “Yes, I do.” 
He laughs and lets you put the movie on. “Okay. Whatever you want. If it’ll make you feel better.” 
You put the movie on and he holds you tightly, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. Your day had been horrible—everything felt like it had been going wrong. You’d wanted nothing more than to curl up in your bed and forget about everything. But in Jisung’s arms, things felt like they’d be alright. You’d gotten lucky, certainly. Jisung always knew what to say and do to make you feel better. 
In Jisung’s arms, bad days didn’t exist. You’re grateful for Jisung. 
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itshannjisung · 2 months
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〉Get On My Level, Bitch〈
Jisung Drabble
A lil something for my gamer girlies
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© itshannjisung, 2024
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♡ itshannjisungs masterlist ♡
Genre: Fluff. Crack.
Established Relationship.
Summary: After losing one too many rounds of Hyungs vs Maknaes in Call Of Duty, Jisung enlists help from his gamer girlfriend, who teaches him how to win and impresses his friends as she does so.
Pairing: Idol! Han Jisung x Female Reader
Warnings: Fluff. Crack. Swearing. Soft boi Han Jisung. Gamer Skz. Nerdy Skz. Lots of gaming terms are used. Gun and knife use (in-game). mentions of the boys being shot (obvi in game). Reader is older than Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin. suggestive towards the end.
** Members' clan tags/gamer tags are also used.
Word Count: 4k lol fuck
Inspired by a dream I had of exactly this, so this was completely self-indulgent LOL
Enjoy!
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Waking up to an empty bed on a shared day off was extremely unusual for you. Typically, when you and your boyfriend had the same days off, you'd both lounge in bed together well into the afternoon, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. You'd usually be starfished out across the mattress reading Webtoons on your phone, while Jisung would be cuddled up between your legs, his back against your mid-section while he watched an anime on his laptop.
So, when you woke up to nothing but emptiness beside you one random Thursday morning, you were more than a little concerned. That was until you heard the faint sound of Jisung cursing aggressively coming from two rooms over.
A smile spread across your face almost immediately as you pulled yourself out of bed and wrapped one of Jisung's oversized hoodies around you. It had been a long time since he had stepped foot inside the game room.
With one comeback finishing and another one right around the corner, you haven't seen any of the guys online at all lately. They must've finally all gotten a couple days off together because Jisung never went online unless all of them did.
You were anxious to see what game they were playing, and admittedly, excited for the possibility of a gaming day with your boyfriend. Sure, lounging in bed all day with take-out and anime was the perfect way to spend time together, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the days' pre-5-star comeback where the two of you would be in front of your computers for hours on end.
You grabbed your phone and slipped on a pair of comfy slippers before tiptoeing out of the room, giggling quietly to yourself as you listened to Jisung's annoyed words sounding all the way from down the hall.
"Yah! Quit camping and come face me like a man, Hyung!" Something akin to a laugh and a groan of frustration left Jisung's mouth shortly before a loud "Fuck!" echoed off the walls.
"Lino-hyung, you're so fucking dead!"
Once you reached the door to the game room where you and Jisung had computers set up side by side, you leaned against the door frame and watched him silently in admiration. Jisung sat in his big black leather chair, the RGB lights in the computer tower the only source of light in the room as they flashed different shades of red against the stark white walls.
His back was to you, his big chunky headphones covering both of his ears and his microphone stand that he got from Felix that previous holiday season was sitting way too close to his mouth. You had to suppress a laugh when his lips grazed the metal mesh of the mic so hard you could hear Changbin yelling through the headset for Jisung to stop eating it.
He was a rapper through and through on and off stage. You made a mental note to pick him up a foam microphone cover to help keep his teeth from grazing the material, and more importantly, help prevent Changbin from killing Jisung altogether.
"Top right, top right, top right," he then spoke quickly, his shoulders tensing up for a moment before relaxing again. "Nice one Seung. Good coms." he then praised.
You watched him for a couple more minutes before stepping into the room and coming up behind him. You were careful not to startle him while he was so clearly focused on his game, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders so he knew you were there.
"They're rushing B, they're rushing B, they're rushing B! Oh, hi Baby!" Jisung turned his head for a moment to beam up at you adorably with those large, brown eyes and full cheeks. He grinned and kissed the back of your hand quickly before he went back to focusing on the screen in front of him.
"Fuck, I died. Sorry. Innie behind you!"
Your eyes immediately became glued to the computer screen as he called for Jeongin again, another smile making its way to your face. They were playing Call of Duty, your current favorite game to play, and you had a sudden urge to sit down next to him at your own computer and join.
During the weeks leading up to the release of 5-Star, you spent a lot of your free time online playing the game with your own friends while Jisung and the boys prepared for their comeback. Jisung knew you loved to game, he loved that you did, but he didn't know just how good you had gotten at it in the hours you spent home alone while he was away.
You genuinely did love the game, as the franchise itself was one you played throughout your years growing up, but you mostly wanted to show off to Jisung and the rest of the guys. They would always tease you for playing 'girly' games, like Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing, and even occasionally, The Sims 4, so you were determined to improve your FPS skills and impress them.
"Fuck, how did you even see me there Binnie-hyung?" Jisung whined as you watched his screen go grey. He pressed a button on his RGB keyboard and quickly brought up the scoreboard to see how he was doing, and you saw that they were playing a 4v4 match. Hyungs vs Maknaes.
This wasn't going to end well.
When it was the older four versus the younger four, it never did.
"Aha, get on my level, bitch." Changbin taunted in response.
You felt Jisung's shoulders tense under your touch when the game ended a second later, his death being the final kill. He hit the top of the desk with his fist lightly in annoyance at his comical and unfortunate death before a laugh left his throat.
"Don't look at that guys!" he begged as the 'Final Kill' camera replayed across the screen. His hands went up to cover his face in embarrassment. "Please! I'm so embarrassed!"
You couldn't tell if the sound that left his throat a second later was a cry or a laugh, but you assumed the latter as you watched the Kill Cam show his character flying back into the match on a parachute. Changbin had seen him clear as day and sniped him right out of the sky, leaving Jisung's character to fall dramatically to the ground.
You could hear the hoots of laughter coming through the headset from the rest of the guys, his teammates included, and it made a laugh of your own escape your mouth before you could stop it. Jisung turned to look at you with squinted eyes, a playful grin on his face as he gaped at you in mock betrayal.
"Baby!" he cried as he watched your shoulders shake with the force of your laughter. "You're supposed to be on my side!" he feigned offense.
"I'm sorry Sungie," you giggled as you squeezed his shoulders reassuringly and planted a soft kiss onto his messy bedhead. Jisung sent you a playful pout before he turned back around. "You're just too cute for words."
Jisung scoffed and returned your affection, planting another kiss on your hand as the final scoreboard flashed onto the screen. Interested to see how everyone played, you leaned in to take a look at everyone's scores.
Hyungs (4/4) Score: 100
[3Racha] DaddyDwaekki99; Kills:37 Deaths:9
[3Racha] xCB97x; Kills:30 Deaths:15
[SKZOO] Butt-Hunter0325; Kills:25 Deaths:18
[SKZOO] Jin&Tonic00; Kills:8 Deaths:24
Maknaes (4/4) Score: 66
[SKZOO] BrownieBoiT_T; Kills:29 Deaths:12
[SKZOO] Nimgnues148; Kills:20 Deaths:27
[SKZOO] XxMAKNA3.0N.T0PxX; Kills:13 Deaths:27
[3Racha] QuokkaPrince; Kills:4 Deaths:34
"Are you serious? How the hell did I do worse than Hyune?" Jisung grumbled as he looked at the scores, his face falling to one of disappointment. You could hear Bangchan cackling light-heartedly through the headset.
You let your hands then slide down Jisung's broad chest and hugged him tightly against you in an attempt to cheer him up. You kissed the top of his head again before resting your chin on it.
"Hey, I think you did good." you voiced. Jisung's hand came up to rub your arm in appreciation, though he was still frowning to himself.
"You're supposed to say that," he mumbled. "You're my girlfriend."
You just smiled down at him and leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek. Jisung then lightly tapped his microphone to mute it before he reached up to cup your face, bringing your lips back to his for a gentle kiss. You smiled against his mouth before pulling away.
He tasted like coffee.
"Good morning, Jagi. Did you sleep well?" he asked now that he finally had a moment to talk with the game being over. You nodded and pressed a firm kiss to his exposed forehead, causing him to smile up at you.
"I slept perfectly," you answered with an adoring smile as you brushed some hair out of his face. Jisung craned his head back and puckered his lips once more, silently asking for another kiss, which you happily obliged.
His lips were slightly chapped and dry, probably from all the talking he'd been doing and lack of hydration, but they still felt warm against yours. You felt a shiver run down your spine when his tongue found yours a moment later, your body tingling with pleasure the way it always did when kissing him, even after all these years together.
"Did you eat?" you asked after his lips pulled away from you. The guys were busy upgrading their guns and changing their specs, so you had a little bit of alone time with Jisung before he was called back for another round.
"Mhmm., Jisung hummed as he swiveled his chair around and pulled you into his lap. He planted a kiss on your cheek and wrapped his arms lovingly around your waist before nuzzling his face into your neck. He loved physical touch with you, and he'd eat it up every chance he got. "I sure did. Just had some eggs and toast. There's coffee left if you want any."
"Thanks, Baby." you grinned down at him as you wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer to you. His lips found purchase on the skin of your throat where he began peppering small pecks of love all over. "I'm really happy to see you back in here finally. You guys have all been working really hard lately and you all deserve time off to relax and have fun."
"There's a double XP event happening this week so we're trying to all get upgraded before we have to go back to work," he explained. You hummed in response, content with the affection he was currently giving you in between words. Jisung then pulled away, giving you an anxious look.
"Is it okay if I spend a couple of hours gaming with them? We can go watch some shows if you want to instead, I don-" You cut him off abruptly with a shake of your head and a hand over his mouth. Jisung peered up at you with wide eyes, waiting nervously for your response.
"Sungie, baby, if you want to spend the day gaming with the guys, I'm all for it. I promise," you assured him with a quick kiss to his nose. "I was actually thinking of joining you, honestly. It's been a long time since we had a gaming day."
You moved your hands to tangle in the wisps of hair that sat at the nape of his neck, toying aimlessly with the freshly-dyed strands of dark brown.
"Yeah?" he asked with a smirk. "You gonna' play some Stardew or something?"
You grinned down at him shyly.
"Actually, I was going to ask if I could try a round of Call of Duty with you guys. Would you teach me?"
Jisung's eyebrows disappeared behind his hair as he looked at you in shock. His mouth fell open slightly as if he couldn't believe his ears before it broke out into the most adorable smile you've ever seen.
"You want me to teach you how to play?" he asked, excitement already causing him to vibrate in his seat. He'd been waiting for the day for you to ask him to teach you how to play all his favorite games, even though there weren't a lot of them. He was absolutely ecstatic at your inquiry, he could barely mask it as he jumped happily.
"Of course, I will teach you, Baby!" he squealed when you nodded. "I'm not very good myself, but we can do a one-on-one match so you can get used to the controls without being overwhelmed."
The excitement and happiness on his soft features almost made you blow your cover. He was so cute when he got excited over little things like this. It made you fall impossibly more in love with him.
You shook your head quickly before he could even finish his sentence, causing confusion to glaze over in his stare.
"I want to play with the guys. Right now. I want the next round," you claimed as you shifted on his lap, turning around to take the mouse in your hand. Your other hand landed on the keyboard and your fingers twitched with anticipation. They fell perfectly into place and you hoped to god Jisung didn't notice.
Jisung was taken by surprise at your eagerness, but he just laughed and wrapped his arm around you and went to unmute the mic before you grabbed ahold of his wrist and stopped him.
"Don't tell the guys I'm playing. I want to surprise them," you insisted. Jisung raised an eyebrow at you.
"Surprise them how?" he asked slowly, his eyes suspicious yet amused. You beamed back and kissed him on the nose once more.
"I'm going to win this round for you. That'll stop them from teasing you so much." You could hear the guys shit-talking each other through the headset Jisung had looped around his neck when you initially sat down. It was all in good fun, obviously, but they were making a lot of digs at Jisung, which only made you more determined to bring home a win for Ji and the Maknaes.
Jisung gave you a skeptical look, biting his lower lip in uncertainty when he realized how serious you were.
"Have you played this game before?" he questioned. You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.
"Once or twice while you were at work." you fibbed, hoping he didn't catch onto your lie the way he always did with you.
"Alright, but if you fuck up my K-D ratio, I'm gon' be really upset." he teased. He sat himself up straighter so he could lean his chin on your shoulder and watch. You rolled your eyes at him and let out a snarky remark, to which he laughed.
"Can't fuck it up more than it already is."
"Har har, very funny."
Jisung hooked his headset back onto one ear, allowing you to listen in on the conversation as well. You took the time to make yourself your own custom gun class, one that you were used to and had been using for months prior, but you tried to act clueless as you put it together.
So far, so good.
Jisung, and the rest of the guys for that matter, had no clue what was coming for them.
"Alright, so move your character using the WASD keys." Jisung lightly pushed the hand on the keyboard out of his way and demonstrated for you. "Space is jump and 'R' is reload. Use the middle button on the mouse-" he quickly moved his other hand to hover over yours, demonstrating again. "to use your lethal equipment, and the '1' key to switch to your tactical equipment."
You nodded along, playing dumb as you repeated his actions.
"The left mouse button is how you fire your weapon, while the right mouse button is used to aim down sight. 'E' is used to interact with shit around the world, and 'M' will bring up your map." he continued on without hesitation, waiting for you to nod in understanding before moving on to the next. "You can crouch and slide by pressing the 'C' key, or you can lay down by holding it. Cool?"
You nodded again, biting your lower lip to stop a laugh from escaping your throat as his vague instructions. Jisung misunderstood your action and began rubbing his hands up and down your arms reassuringly.
"It's okay, Baby. Don't be nervous. You got this. I'll be your eyes and ears, okay?"
After going over the rest of the controls, all of which you already knew and more, Jisung unmuted his mic and hopped back into the conversation the guys were having about the upcoming album due to come out in the next couple of months.
His hands were now resting on your hips reassuringly while he talked with the guys, acting as if he was playing, and you felt yourself getting jittery from the anticipation that tore through you when the countdown finally began.
When the clock hit zero and all players were free to move, you quickly worked your way around the familiar map and went directly to your favorite vantage point, perfect for sniping off of. Jisung snorted to himself when he saw your character pull out the sniper rifle you customized.
"Good luck, Sweetheart. Binnie-hyung is a sniper king," he mumbled quietly enough for only you to hear. You shook your head.
"Not for long," you whispered back.
Felix's voice came barreling through the headset suddenly, causing you to jump as adrenaline pumped through your veins. You loved the rush that came with these FPS games.
"Roof of the red building!" he yelled excitedly. Jisung's finger came up to point out where Binnie's character was sneakily army-crawling across a rooftop in the distance, just like Felix had said. You pulled out your sniper, aimed down your sight, and lined up the shot. In a second, POW! Binnie had died in one swift shot to the head.
"What the fuck?" Changbin laughed in disbelief into his mic, confusion clear in his tone. "Are you using a sniper rifle, Ji?"
You held back a cackle at his words, allowing Jisung to answer with a small laugh of his own, the disbelief in his own voice barely unnoticed. "Yeah, I figured I'd change it up a bit." he offered to his older member. He sounded so casual, but his eyebrows were once again raised in surprise as your lucky shot.
Looking through the scope of your gun, you watched as Changbin's character climbed back onto the same roof moments later and aimed his own rifle in your direction, a flash of light in the distance. You were quick to get up from your crouched position and move away from his field of view, your fingers dancing across the keyboard as you changed position and sniped him again from a different angle.
POW!
Dead again.
Binnie let out a string of curse words as his body rolled dramatically off the roof to the ground below.
"Yah! What the fuck?" he laughed again.
You knew your cover was now blown, so you jumped from the rooftop you were lying across and parachuted down to the ground, running for cover when you heard gunshots going off all around you.
"Ji, behind you!" Jeongin shouted. You twirled your character around and pulled out your secondary weapon, a simple pistol, seeing Lino's character running towards you at full speed with nothing but a knife in his hand.
Typical Lino.
You smirked at his antics and shot him point blank before he could reach you, causing Lino to squeal dramatically like a girl into the mic, which in turn, made you and Jisung both wince at the unusually high pitch of it.
"Nooooo! Dammit!" he laughed.
Jisung gave you a soft high-five at your kill and watched in awe as the game continued.
For fifteen minutes, you sat rock solid in Jisung's lap, your eyes hyper-focused on the screen as you ran across the map, killing off the Hyungs and racking up your team's points. The boys were all shocked at Jisungs 'sudden skill', suspicious of him cheating or hacking the system, but he had lost the ability to defend himself as he was too shocked to even say anything in response.
He muted his mic and was cheering you on, congratulating you on every kill and assist you got. He had chalked it all up to beginner luck, but when you got the game-winning kill, sniping Chan from across the map where he hid almost too perfectly between two barrels, barely in your sights, he knew.
He knew this wasn't your first, second, or even third time playing. Based on the snicker on your face when the scoreboard popped up, deeming you first place on the winning team, he knew you'd been practicing while he was away at work. And while he was envious of your skill and abilities, he was more proud than anything else.
"Okay, Ji, seriously? What the fuck?" How did you get from the bottom of the scoreboard to the top in the span of five rounds?" Felix was in awe. You smiled over at Jisung upon hearing the younger males' question., and before Jisung could answer with some cocky response you knew he'd have, you tapped the mic to unmute it and spoke into it playfully.
"Hi guys," you giggled.
As much as you wanted Jisung to take credit, you couldn't. You worked so hard to impress these guys and you didn't want to pass up the opportunity to prove them wrong with their teasing.
"Holy shit, Y/n?" Hyunjin chuckled in disbelief. "Was that you playing the entire round?"
"The one and only," you confirmed with a smirk.
"Fuck, I want you on my team next time. You snipe better than I do." Changbin spoke next. You shook your head and tsked at him.
"Sorry Binnie, no can do."
"Why not?" Hyunjin then added. "You're technically mine and Changbin-hyungs Noona, so you're playing on the wrong team!" You could practically hear his frown through the speaker of Jisung's headphones.
"Sorry guys. I play for Jisung and Jisung only."
Seungmin scoffed playfully at your words.
"You're a fucking simp." he joked. You laughed alongside everyone else before hitting them with the final blow.
"Looks like you guys are just going to have to, what is it that Binnie said last round? Get on my level, bitch." you mocked.
The guys all burst out into laughter at your impression, Binnie included.
While the guys went on to boast about your incredible win, Jisung muted the microphone once more and nuzzled his face back into your neck lovingly.
"You're a little shit," he teased, his nose tracing the shape of your ear. A shiver ran up your spine as his hot breath fanned across your throat.
"What did I do?" you asked innocently as you tilted your head to the side, allowing him to trace his nose along your neck before plating a teasing kiss below your jaw. He squeezed your hips and nibbled your skin gently as he laughed at your innocent tone.
"You've been playing this a lot, haven't you?" he questioned before biting your neck again and sucking the skin into his mouth. You sensed he was punishing you for playing him so well, but you didn't mind. You loved the feeling of his mouth on your skin.
"Every day while you're at work." you breathed out. "Gotta' learn how to put the boys in their place for teasing you so much. Gotta protect my baby." you then cooed.
Jisung's hands trailed up your sides again, sliding underneath the fabric of his sweater. His touch on your skin felt electric as his mouth teased your earlobe, his hands traveling further up your torso.
The bulge in his pants that he was rutting against you was growing harder with each passing second. Leave it to Jisung to get turned on by something as simple as you knowing how to game.
"Fuck," he whispered in an adoring tone. "I really hit the fucking jackpot with you, Jagi."
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Hannjis Pookie Wookie Bears 🐻: @moonlightndaydreams @noellllslut @bethanysnow @channieandhisgoonsquad @queenmea604 @newhope8
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JUST A SNEAK PEAK…
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Synopsis: at an art museum despite Han’s best efforts, Han and Hyunjin couldn’t stand by while someone criticized your artwork. They didn’t know you, but they still stood up for you.
My spooky Pookies: @linlinaert @lyramundana @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @noellllslut @diorrxluvskz @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent @queenmea604
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godsmenusuperbowl · 7 months
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7:06 AM ~ *Han Jisung*
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Summary: A sensual morning with Han Jisung.
Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem!Reader
Genre: Suggestive Timestamp
Word Count: 260
Warning: Suggestive material. Nothing too NSFW
Masterlist
Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
You jolted up to an upright sitting position when you heard Jisung yelling at you. Looking towards the direction of his voice, you tilted your head to the side. “What are you talking about?”
He ripped open the bathroom door with wide, frantic eyes. He didn’t even need to point to the bruises on his neck, collarbone, and pectorals. “This! What is this?! When, how, why did this happen!”
Shrugging, you gave a half smile. “Well, we were making out last night. And you didn’t have a shirt on…”
“STILL!”
“Well, things like this happen! I mean, you know how much of a turn on your abs are to me.” You teased, crawling over to his side of the bed, which is the side that was closer to the bathroom door.
He sighed loudly, dropping his hand from the door. “I have to work today! The boys are never going to let me live it down now!”
You chuckled before sliding off the bed, slinking up to him and pressing a long and sensual kiss on his lips and cheeks. He moved with the caressing of your lips, even placing his hands low on your hips. You giggled into the kiss making him smile.
Pulling away from the kiss, you whispered in his ear, “I’ll let you use my foundation to cover that up. But you owe me if you use it all up.”
And with that, you sauntered away, Jisung calling out to you, “BABY! HOW CAN YOU WALK AWAY FROM THAT! BABY COME BACK!”
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hyunverse · 1 year
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skate ⚝ han jisung
han jisung x reader genre — fluff, drabble. note — wanted to write something cute and short for jisung beloved ^_^ i hope i nailed his personality well!!
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you’re starting to feel like you’re falling more than you’re skating.
“heh. this is harder than i thought,” han says after snorting, staring down at his skateboard.
his words has you rolling your eyes. you’re sitting on the ground, your skateboard abandoned a few inches away from you. while skating, you ended up falling off your skateboard, the board skating away without its owner. han laughed at the shenanigans and ended up falling off his. karma’s real, after all.
“i told you it’s not a good idea,” you pipe up as you dust dirt off your pants.
jisung juts his lower lip, forming a pout. you swear his pout could be about an inch long.
“skating being hard doesn’t mean it’s entirely impossible, ‘kay? we can still try. the longer we have to try, the more time i get to spend with you.”
now you’re not sure if you want to coo at his words or if you want to puke. your love for him says the former, but the pessimist in you is screaming the latter.
“fine. but you have to get us ice cream later.”
jisung’s eyes practically shine at your reply. he helps you lift yourself off the ground, then proceeds to make you get on his skateboard. if skating alone is so hard, why not opt for trying two people on one skateboard? surely it’d be easier. he gets on the skateboard behind you, and demands you to balance your legs properly.
“just get both your feet on the board, i’ll be the one pushing us off. i think extra weight would cause the board to be stabilized,” he instructs.
“what type of bullshit are you spewing right now, jisung?”
“basic chemistry, babe.”
“you mean physics?”
“that’s literally what i said.”
the more he speaks, the more you lose trust in him. you want to get off the board and spare yourself from more scratches, but how could you when your boyfriend is holding onto you so tight? how could you give up when he’s looking at you with round, hopeful eyes? it’d be like banning a child from eating sweets — plain cruel. so you swallow the fear of getting more scratches.
jisung holds onto your waist, stabilizing the one foot he has on the board.
“you ready, babe?” he asks.
“mhm.”
the boy kicks off, and the skateboard moves at a dangerously fast pace. you gasp, clutching onto his arms for dear life.
“fuck, jisung — you went too fast!”
jisung’s leg scramble to stop the skateboard, “hold on! i’ll get it to stop,” he yells, voice shaking due to the wheels hitting bumps.
his attempt to stop the skateboard fails — you two end up falling off the board and rolling on the ground. jisung tries his best to hold you close to his body in order to shield you from the impact but alas, he's no superman. you hiss as you feel your skin scratch against the pavement. he rushes to check on you as soon as he hears you hiss, muttering things like "i'm sorry," "i'll kiss your scratches and make them feel better," and "okay, we're never skating again."
you disagree. you'd love to skate with him more as long as he coddles you that way every time.
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taglist — @zoe8stay , @starlostseungmin , @bakugossanity , @hwajin
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uwuheeseungie · 1 year
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coffee date
synopsis: you love going on cute little dates with jisung. so he surprised you with a cute little coffee date.
or which jisung begs you to let him take you out for coffee.
pairing: han jisung x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: just feels &lt;3, mentions of food, kissing, hand-holding, jisung is a little mischievous, my attempt at humor, little suggestive (?)
wc: 827
note: ugh junny i love you! this is so inspired by thank you by junny (my fav song by him!!). i just wanted to write something cute and sweet about jisung b/c why not, right? so i came up with this. i hope you enjoy <3
another note: oops! this was supposed to be a short drabble, but it went looong lol. jisung is one of my fav people and safe space in this world and i just want to protect him at all times.
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"aw jisung, you don't have to," you tell your boyfriend of 2 years, him in return, clutches onto both of your hands in his, with big doe eyes.
eariler, he had asked you out on a date. a cute little coffee date (his words). and you had to think about it, is what you told him. you had just returned from a small little trip at the mall so you were a bit tired.
"don't look at me with those eyes," you plead, trying your hardest to not stare at him. you bite your lip, trying to stare at the ceiling, the wall, the couch, just really anything but jisung.
"please, y/n, please?" he pouts, sticking his bottom lip out a bit. but of course, you give in. man you hate when he uses that tactic, it gets you to melt every time.
he cheers as you mutter a 'fine' with a sigh. he lets go of your hands as he does a little dancey dance around you.
this makes you sport a small smile as you love to see him happy. so happy in fact, because he gets to go on dates with you. his crush-- the one that makes his heart pound from just your presence alone. he fell in love with you at first sight.
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the next morning, you stir in your slumber as you feel a pair of lips kiss you from behind. jisung smiles softly into the crook of your neck when he realized you were finally up.
"morning sleepyhead. what did you dream about?" voice muffled a bit. you shiver a bit when he lifts his head a bit to kiss you up to your lobe. you giggle quietly.
he uses his hand to softly grip your chin to face him, your eyes flick to his lips slowly. you smile up at him, he has a look of confusion and adoration as he scrunches his eyebrows.
you bring your hand up to his head as you stare into his brown eyes, you decide to close the gap between you.
the kiss was sudden, but it was filled with nothing but love. as soon as you connected your lips onto his, he immediately turns into putty in your hands, eyes flutter shut.
you giggle once again into the kiss, both hands grab his head as you pull him closer. he uses his to catch himself as he hovers over you.
you speak between kisses, "i had.." peck. "a dream about.." peck peck. 'u 'n me.." peck. "in a meadow.."
"oh really? and what were we doing in said meadow?" he questions, breaking the kiss momentarily, eyebrows shoot up. he scans your face a bit, as he watches the gear turn in your head at the abrupt question. he has a small smirk plastered on his face.
you chuckle at him, "you nasty!" you scoff, pushing his shoulder, playfully. he also laughs.
"i don't exactly remember but i think we were cloud-gazing?" it came out more of a question than an answer. he hums a response, turning to get off of the bed.
"ooh, cloud gazing sounds like another good date idea! we can maybe go camping for a bit," he says excitedly.
you turn to him once more, "camping sounds like fun,"
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you arrive at your local coffee house, hand in hand. there was a long line but it didn't matter because you had jisung on your side. he would say a lot of random things to keep you laughing and smiling.
when it came to your turn in line, you ordered your usual with a small slice of cake and jisung ordered an iced americano.
waiting for your drinks to be made, you did a quick scan of the cafe. it was very peaceful, you thought. the lighting made it seem so homey, so lively. students of all ages had either laptops or friends to chat with or books to read in peace.
you felt an arm wrap around you, pulling you out of your thoughts. "whatcha thinking about over there?" jisung whispers to you, soft enough to where only you can hear. "nothing," you mumble. you kiss him on the cheek.
you find a seat in the back corner of the cafe, near the window. just listening to the birds chirp, the people talking, cars running. it felt nice. you drift off to the daydream world.
"order for jisung?" the barista yelled out.
jisung had arrived with the drinks. plopping them down near you, startling you a bit. you blink rapidly, calming down your breathing and heartbeat.
"off to dreamland again?" he chuckles. you nod, taking a sip of your drink. "thank you for the drinks, by the way," you kiss him on the cheek once more.
"the world is such a wonderful place," you whisper. "and i have a wonderful boyfriend by my side," you smile warmly at him.
"and i won't trade him for anything," you say as you intertwine your fingers together.
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thank you for all of the love you guys have shown me in the past couple weeks so far. i wish you nothing but good vibes and happiness. i hope you enjoyed reading this. feedback is most appreciated <3 pls don't be mean to me and each other, thank you my lovelies~
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hyunsvngs · 2 months
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𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - han jisung x fem reader
wc: 1.3k
sw: MDNI. SMUT, mommy kink, sub jisung, dom reader, jisung’s bendy, anal fingering (m rec), dirty talk, multiple orgasms (m rec), handjob, cumplay, like 2 seconds of vaginal fingering, feminisation, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
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he’s so sweet, your boy.
jisung lays beneath you with desperate eyes. he’s naked, cock hard and chubby between slender thighs. his feet are cosy in pink, fluffy socks, and you’re naked next to him. he keeps staring at your tits.
“how bendy are you, my love?” your fingertip trails over jisung’s nipple, dusky and pebbled against his chest. he shivers with anticipation, and then seems to process your question, and his hands move to the pits of his knees.
“sungie’s super bendy, mama,” he grins, and to prove his point, he bends his legs to his head. jisung is super bendy, it seems, and his lithe body contorts until his knees hit his shoulders. the process raises his body off the bed a bit, exposing the beautiful pink pucker of his hole and the way his balls rest above it, heavy and full.
he always gets so leaky when you play like this. his cock rests leaking like a damn faucet on the bottom of his tummy, pubic hair coated with it, and you run your fingers over a dribble of precum. his cock jumps at the feeling of your hand being so close, but you simply coo and slap his balls lightly.
“a-are you gonna play with me now, mommy?” jisung whimpers, and you nod soothingly, kissing the mole on his cheek. he stays in position for you, pliant. jisung can be a brat, sure, but when he’s in his good boy headspace, it’s so easy to be nice to him. his lips part with a shaky breath when your hand moves upwards, hovering just over the tip of his cock.
“how could i not play with you, baby? look at how pretty you are,” you soothe, and jisung smiles, wide and toothy. the smile instantly falls to let out a pornographic moan when you wrap your hand around his cockhead, stroking fast and hard with his precum as lube.
“ah- uh, uh, oh- mommy, mommy, ‘s so- oh, oh, your hands-“ he babbles, fingers paling where they cling onto his knees tightly. “oh, you’re so- mommy. mommy! you’re so hot!”
“thank you, baby,” you hum, pecking his nose. “does that feel good on your little cock, sungie?”
“mm- yeah, yeah,” he nods, hips canting upwards. he’s going to cum soon. he never lasts long when you play with him like this, but you can usually wring two or three more out of him before he’s tapped out. “mm, my cock, ah- oh, god, my balls, my balls! mommy, please!”
you’d spank him for being ungrateful in any other situation, but something about your plaything’s chocolate pleading eyes has you reaching down with your spare hand to cup his balls. your hand is warm around it, and you feel his balls tightening in your hand when you run your thumb over them.
“ah! fucking- hnnnnfg, mommy, mommy, am i good? mama, am i good? please-“
“you’re good, you’re the best boy,” you say, voice level and soft. when you press a kiss to the mole on his neck he moans, and when you suck his skin into your mouth he wails. his body is bouncing on the bed, impatient and needy, and the dripping cock in your hand has you feeling a little nicer than normal. “mm, d’you wanna cum? do you wanna shoot it in your mouth, princess?“
“i- oh, is that why-“
“oh, yeah,” you giggle. his eyes roll back into his head, breath stuttery and heaving. “that’s why you’re bending for mama. i wanna lick your cum out of your mouth.”
“i can- i can- mama, i can do that! please touch my- please, please, my pussy-“
your finger slips from his balls, other hand still pumping frantically at his cock, and you rest it on the puckered skin of his asshole. just the pressure has him seizing up, head rolling against his pillow and tongue lolling out. he looks dumb with it, drooling all down his cheek, and when you force your finger inside unlubed and raw he’s cumming. it sprays upwards, and jisung raises his head, keening through an open mouth as you aim his cum onto his tongue. he’s dirty with it, sticking his tongue out further and grinding down onto your fingers.
when he’s done, tongue sufficiently covered in it, it’s only a brief moment before he’s dropping his legs and lunging towards you. he pushes his cum into your mouth, desperate, and you suck his tongue clean to hear him whine. it’s messy, spit slicking to your lips and dribbling to your chins. jisung’s hands grab impatiently at whatever he can reach.
“fuck- mm, fuck- mama, i want-“ jisung huffs, his fingers pressing between your legs. you’re naked for him, have been since the start. your folds are soaking with your arousal, hole clenching with need. “you want me? you- i can get hard again, fuck-“
“give it to me, baby, c’mon,” you moan, and he nods, flipping you over to rest on your back. his body looms over you, chest pink with his flush and you giggle as he pushes his cock into your pussy. he’s still a little too soft, despite his cock chubbing up again from your kissing, and he whines through the overstimulation. “thaaat’s my good boy. oh, my pretty baby.”
jisung nods, and you feel him shift just slightly forward. his cock hardens with the movement, and then he’s nodding again, as if to motivate himself. he huffs out a breath and you wait, silent, and then his hips are bunny fucking into you.
“oh, fuckin’ pussy- shit, ‘s so good, ‘s so good, baby, mommy, my baby, oh-“
“you like mommy’s pussy, baby? nice ‘n wet?” you coo, thighs resting apart for jisung to fuck into you. you’re so wet your pussy squelches and dribbles with every thrust, and the noises only make jisung louder. the bed squeaks with his thrusts. “mm, you’re so good. fuckin’ me so good, honey.”
“yeah? yeah? it’s good?” he babbles, hands scrabbling on the sheets to find purchase to fuck you harder. you moan when he finds what he’s looking for, and his knees kick like bambi on ice to try and get closer to you. “my- my cock’s sensitive, mama, it’s-“
“sungie, baby, don’t call it that,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. he’s breathless, only moaning in a confused tone at your statement. “that’s a clit, baby, not a cock.”
jisung positively sobs. his head falls to your chest, eyes finally overflowing with tears as his hips don’t stop with the excessive pace. “i love you- i love you, mama, mom- mommy, i love you-“
“yeah, sweetheart, i love you too,” you reply halfheartedly, pussy finally tingling with the beginnings of an orgasm. your lover only fucks you harder when you moan, drooling on your tits messily and delirious with it. “d’ya like scissoring me, baby? you’re gonna make me cum, dirty little princess.”
“y-yeah? yeah! yeah, m- i- princess is gonna make you cum, i am,” he sobs, nodding, and you run your fingers through his hair. it’s tousled from your activities and you pull on the back, making him let out a wet, high pitched noise. “please! please cum, please cum, i g’ta cum!”
“i’m gonna cum, princess, i’m gonna cum, keep fucking me, just like that,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. with a particularly well timed thrust you’re shaking and cumming, pussy gushing and squirting over his cock, and jisung can’t help but cum.
his cock spurts inside of you, less than the last time but still a lot. jisung always cums a lot, and hard, like he’s doing now - his socked feet kick against the bed with it, eyes rolling back into his head and fingers gripping your hips desperately.
after a few seconds pass, he’s still shaking on your chest like he can’t help himself. his hips kick, once and then twice, and he giggles delightedly. “‘m still cumming. feels s’good, i- ah!”
“let it all out, baby,” you coo, hand running over his shoulder. he giggles again, nodding, happy and delirious.
he’s so sweet, your boy.
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myseungsunglove · 8 months
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COMING SOON!
Don’t Mess with a Good Thing
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Pairing: Jisung x Reader
Warnings: All the fluff
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: You’ve loved your best friend Han Jisung for as long as you can remember. Really there has only ever been him and he has only ever wanted you, but neither of you have ever owned up to it. Until one morning when everything changes.
A/N: I adapted this fic from many years ago when I used to write very regularly. Hope it works okay and that you enjoy it as much as I do. This one was so much fun to work on! Of course there are some added dynamics, as you function as an added 9th member of Stray Kids.
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「© July 2023 by mysweethannie」
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ddyskz · 5 months
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Estee...hannie smut please 🥺🥺🥺
Idc who what when where or how...just Hannie
(Ps love you!)
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A little post-performance car sex with members around🤭 P.s. I LOVE YOU MORE<3
warnings: car sex, members are present but asleep, unprotected sex & creampie, han quiets reader with hand over her mouth, it's a tiny bit fluffy wc: 850
The night has fallen as you step out of the back of stadium and settle into one of the company cars.
"Seungmin hurry," Hyunjin says, raking his hands through his hair. "'m tired."
Seungmin turns to him, clicking his tongue before climbing into the middle seats.
You watch from the back as they both settle in and all you can think of is how long this ride is going to feel. Especially since for hours now, all you've wanted is to rip Han's clothes off and absolutely devour him. The way he performed tonight with such confidence has had your core begging to be filled.
Han's hand brushes your bare leg right underneath the hem of your dress and you shiver from the contact.
You lean over, making sure not to speak too loud as you watch the members' heads loll to the side as they slowly fall into much needed sleep.
"Hannie, I'm so proud of you, you were incredible," you say, still feeling the slight sweat on his hair from the performance.
You feel overcome with need for him, with need to feel him inside of you and there's no way you can wait any longer than you already have.
His sweet face looks devastatingly gorgeous in the moonlight penetrating the car, and there's nothing left in you to hold you back.
So, you let your core guide you as you graze his ear with your tongue and slide your hand up his leg.
He smiles, letting out a surprised puff of air as he turns his head to you.
"Baby we can't," his eyes dart to the front and you see the shine in the dark brown from the headlights ahead.
"We can Hannie." Your hand ventures higher over the growing bulge in his pants. "Please, need you." Your palm gently presses against him as a sharp inhale escapes him, his hips bucking against your hand, reflexively begging for more friction.
"See Hannie?" You grab his hand leading it to your now spread legs, swiping your bare cunt with his fingers. You see the adam's apple in his throat rise and fall rapidly.
"B-baby don't do this to me," he huffs. "You're so, so-"
"So what, Hannie?" you say, slowly grinding your cunt against his hand now.
"Wet," he whispers as you capture his lips in your mouth.
You swivel around letting your face toward the front of the car. It's so dark, there's no way the driver sees anything other than fuzzy shadows. Plus, the members are out like a light - this is the perfect opportunity, and you just have to take it.
You slowly help him to pull down his pants just past his hips, cock springing free.
"In me, Hannie, please," you beg, biting your lip so hard you feel it must just burst.
He lifts you onto his lap as he slouches low in the seat, giving enough room for his legs to spread wide.
You feel his tip tickle your buzzing cunt for just a split second before you sink down over his length. He slides so easily into your gooey center you feel like a scream is going to be ripped from your chest. You feel his body shake beneath you as you take him all in one thrust.
Instead, and thankfully, it's just a gasp that flies out of your mouth. His warm hand immediately cups over your mouth to muffle the strangled moan escaping you.
"Shh baby I know it's so good, but you've got to keep it down, hm?"
His hands tighten on your waist as he helps you bounce up and down his length. His ridged cock nestled deep inside of you, throbbing each time he bottoms out.
"Th-thank you for being here," he whispers as his hands pull your ass harder over his pelvis.
Your clit grazes his skin with each roll of your hips as you feel every inch of your body catch fire.
"A-always Hannie," you say, cupping his soft, plush cheeks, bringing him into a deep kiss.
A perk about being in the very back of the car, besides no one paying much attention to you, was that the bumps in the road were that much harder, sending your hips down onto him harder, and his cock higher into your belly.
"Oh f-fuck Hannie m'so close."
He tilts your neck back, exposing the delicate skin as he places kisses over it.
"Baby cum with me, let me feel you cum on my cock."
And with that, your body convulses overtop of him, your breasts pressing into his face as you're jolted forward from the intensity of your orgasm.
His fingers scrape your thighs as he presses his hips harshly up into you, letting out all of his warm seed. "S-so fucking warm, baby," he pants into your ear, thrusting the cum deeper into your belly.
"You guys always fuck when you think we're asleep?" Seungmin says.
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mnwrld · 27 days
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౨ৎ   ━━━━   𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛    ﹒ (    한지성⠀ )
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♡      (    genre⠀ )   …    han jisung (no reader / relationship mentioned), science fiction-y, hinted space cadet jisung, flash fiction !
⟢     (    taglist⠀ )   …   268 words
✿     (    warnings⠀ )   …   one instance of swearing, science fiction-y, just a short little piece, mentions of being lost in an unknown forest (possibly another planet?), thoughts of catching fish for food (doesn't actually happen), hinted space cadet / survival cadet (?) jisung
⭓     (    note⠀ )   …   i wrote this little flash fiction piece for a creative writing class last semester and when i came across it again i was like, gasp !!!! this would be perfect for jisung !!! technically this is the entire fic--it's flash fiction, so it's meant to be short, BUT i really like this and i have thoughts for it to either become a minsung fic OR an x reader fic if u guys like it enough ! so let me know what u think !! fic under the cut ‹3
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“Species unknown.”
Jisung’s scanner chirped lifelessly as it glossed over another towering, leafy plant. How he ended up there, he wasn’t entirely sure. One minute he was asleep in his uncomfortable dorm bed and the next he was traipsing through some mystery forest after waking up in a pile of mushy dirt and suspicious green leaves. 
His scanner was supposedly able to identify any species of plant or animal on Earth, so why couldn’t it figure out what any of this was? He looked around at the tall, looming trees, dense underbrush, and plants that looked familiar and yet odd all at the same time. 
He sighed and crouched down beside what looked like mushrooms growing out of a spongy mess of moss on a nearby tree root. He scanned the mushrooms. 
“Species unknown.” 
“Damnit, scanner, this is clearly a mushroom. What do you mean unknown?” 
Jisung groaned as he stood up. Why had they never taught him about the possibility of being stranded in an unknown forest back in the academy? As he passed a creek full of colorful fish, he wondered if he could catch one and eat it. Then again, he’d only barely passed the survival class at the academy so he wasn’t sure he could cook one enough to avoid the risk of salmonella if he did catch it. 
Not to mention it was probably an unknown species. 
“Stop where you are!” A man’s voice called from above him. 
He froze. Should he run?
He didn’t run. Jisung figured his good looks and charisma would be enough to get him out of this mess. 
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New Passion~ Han Jisung Drabble
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❖ Stray Kids, Han x gender neutral reader
❖ Fluff, Jealousy, Timestamp
❖ No warnings
❖ wc: 359
❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight ❖ Masterlist ❖
. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
Hey guys, Kofis and Commissions are open~
. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . Hans pout only grew wider, he hated watching this, it was worse than having to drink a gallon of sikhye spiked with salt. Seeing them spin and twirl you around, having to sit here and act impartial and like he was enjoying seeing you in the arms of his group mates was torturous. Chan had noticed too, the eldest taking great pleasure in Han finally finding something or more someone he was very passionate about at last. Wrapping a arm like a tree trunk he had pinned your boyfriend to his side, laughing and giggling as you shrieked and squealed trying to weave and bob with the ridiculous members gangly arms and legs.
“Hyunnnnnnng!” The minute the cameras turned off for a tiny break he was wriggling and whining to get out of Chans grip.
“Huh whats that?” The obnoxious sound of the english words made him give his hyung a louder whine shoving him a bit harder. Chan and Changbin burst out laughing as Han freed himself and rushed to your side, lips pulled down in a big pout as he hugged you from behind dropping his chin on your shoulder lips pouted. Your laughter didn’t soothe him either but he relaxed and cuddled into your neck as you reached back petting him through the ridiculous fluffy hat.
Maybe he could endure this a bit longer, when you gave him extra love like this, cooing at how cute he was between shots. It also drove him to a new level of competitiveness during the variety show games, adoring the way your eyes widened in surprise or crinkled in mirth. Not that he’d admit this to any of the members afterward stealing a kiss behind your queue cards rather than faking, sending you into a ridiculous blushing mess as you closed out the show. It certainly gave him the energy to finish the day off, and kept him smiling until the night when he walked home and straight into your waiting arms again. Yeah…coming on your show had been a good thing. Hopefully Stays would enjoy the many new sides of himself he was discovering and showing off too.
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godsmenusuperbowl · 5 months
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I Just Love to Look at Him ~ *Han Jisung*
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Summary: In order to become Queen, you must marry. As much as you hate the antiquated law, you're willing to try. Now who to pick is a whole other issue!
Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 729
Warning: Yes it's that one scene from the Princess Diaries 2
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Taglist: @foxwinter​ 
You knew ever since you were young that one day you’d have to marry if you ever wanted to be Queen. And now that you were finally eligible for the throne, an arranged marriage was in order. You weren’t really fond of the idea, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Nevertheless, you were at least allowed the opportunity to pick who you married.
It was your mother, the Queen’s, idea to have her secretary, Jeongyeon, compile all the potential suitors into a presentation. You invited your best friend, Ryujin, to be there, as you believed her opinion was just as valid. So in the theater room with you to pick out your future spouse was your mother, Jeongyeon, Ryujin, and the Head of Security, Jackson.
“Baron Lee Minho,” Jeongyeon began. “Resident of Gimpo, age twenty-five, hobbies include hiking, watching movies, and creating choreography.”
Your mother shook her head. “No, not appropriate. He’s a compulsive gambler.”
The slide changed. Before he was announced, you gasped. “Yes! Oh yes! I absolutely accept!”
Jeongyeon chuckled as she read the slide. “Prince Christopher Bang. Resident of Sydney, age twenty-six, hobbies include playing sports, swimming, and producing music.”
“He’s not eligible because he’s in line for his own throne.” Your mother stated.
“Oh.” You couldn’t help but pout. You hoped he wasn’t the only perfect guy in the mix.
Jackson spoke up. “If he’s not eligible, why is he included in the line up.”
Jeongyeon sighed. “I just love to look at him.”
“Me too.” Your mother mumbled.
“Your Majesty.” Jackson teased her, earning a playful swat on the arm from her. You chuckled to yourself. Your mother always saw him as a son and you could see why.
“Next.” The slide changed again. “Felix Lee. Resident of Sydney, age twenty-three, hobbies include listening to music, dancing, clothes shopping, traveling, and beatboxing. No title, but a good family.”
Ryujin leaned over to whisper in your ear, “What about the title husband?”
You shrugged. “Yeah, he’s cute.”
Jackson hummed. “His boyfriend thinks he’s handsome also.”
Both you and Ryujin fist pump. “Right on.”
“No matter.” Your mother tapped Jeongyeon’s shoulder so that she could take a memo. “Put him on all the invitation lists. He’s a divine dancer.”
“Next.” The slide changed again. “Sir Park Sungjin. Resident of Busan, age thirty, hobbies include playing sports, gaming, and playing the guitar.”
“Too old.” Your mother shook her head.
You frowned. He was only thirty. How could that be too old? Nevertheless, you didn’t argue with her. You learned that lesson the hard way a long time ago.
The slide switched again. “Prince Ren Shuyang. Resident of Pingyao, age sixteen, hobbies include locking, singing, and rapping.”
Another shake of your mother’s head. “Too young.”
“Does this popcorn taste different to you?” Ryujin asked all of a sudden.
You shrugged. “Jackson made it. You know how he is in the kitchen.”
“Ah, I thought so. It tastes amazing!”
The slide switched while you weren’t looking. “Kim Seungmin. Resident of Seoul, age twenty-three, hobbies include writing, listening to music, and eating.”
It was Jackson who had an objection to this one. “Arrested too many times.”
“Really? Him?” You asked, bewildered.
He nodded. “I should know. I’ve been the one to arrest him at least twice.”
Your mother huffed. “Wait, no. We need someone titled, someone who can help you run a country without ego getting in the way. Someone attractive, smart, but not arrogant. Someone with compassion-”
The slide changed.
“Someone like him?”
“Duke Han Jisung.” Jeongyeon announced. “Resident of Incheon, age twenty-three, hobbies include watching movies, drawing, and producing music.”
“Yes!” Your mother all but shouted. “Someone very much like him! Good choice, dearest! I wonder why I didn’t think of him before!”
“Han Jisung.” Ryujin muttered before giving a small nod. “Sounds like he’d be a good one for you.”
“Well he looks,” You tried to pick a suitable adjective. “Decent.”
As you mentioned before, you weren’t really interested in getting married just so you could become Queen. However, perhaps this could work. Even if you didn’t fall head over heels in love with him, perhaps the two of you could get along with one another. His extended biography that Jeongyeon had given you along with all the others made him sound like quite the gentleman.
Who knows, maybe this could work out after all.
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