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summ: turns out booking the hottest tattoo artist in town was a terrible idea when he’d been flirting with you through every consultation.
⋆ pairing: tattoo artist!jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!jisung, rough sex, pet names (pretty girl, baby), kissing, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, tit play, hair pulling, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cumming, creampie, unprotected sex, soft ending? ⋆ words: 3.7k
a/n: HEAR ME OUT. i know sub!jisung is basically my watermark at this point, but this version of him was BEGGING to be written. i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while now. also, ofc i had to mention richard and bbama at least in one of my fics. this was originally almost 5k words, so yeah… i got a little carried away lmao. anyway! all my dom!jisung lovers, this one’s for you. enjoy!!! <3
the bell above the studio door gave a low chime when you pushed it open, the sharp smell of ink and the metallic bite of the autoclave drifting from the back.
the front desk was empty, a single lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the black leather couch and the flash sheets pinned to the walls.
your eyes roamed the room nervously until you heard a door at the end of the hall creaked open. jisung stepped out, wiping his hands on an ink-stained rag.
he wore a black tee that clung to his frame, leaving nothing to the imagination, his bare arms making you lick your lower lip. he stopped inches from you, a slow, flirtatious smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.
“lock the door behind you,” he said, voice low and casual. he jerked his head toward the entrance. “we’re closed for the night. special clients only.”
he didn’t wait for a reaction from you. with a playful wink, he turned toward his private office. you followed, heart hammering against your ribs, every single word of support and encouragement your friends gave you flying out the window
you eased the office door shut. you were nervous as fuck, the silence in the room feeling heavy and electric. you swept your gaze to his desk, which was a chaotic graveyard of sketches and a pack of cigarettes with only one left.
“sit down,” he commanded, patting the edge of the desk. he slumped into the leather chair, rolling it forward until his knees bracketed yours. “show me what we’re working with.”
you raise a brow, bracing yourself as you hopped up. the proximity was suffocating. with a shaky breath, your fingers found the hem of your top. you hiked it up, your gaze fixed on the wall to avoid his.
the cool air hit your left side, a shiver traveling up your spine made you gasp. he wasn’t wearing gloves, just his bare, calloused skin tracing under the curve of your breast. his thumb pressed in, testing the give of muscle and bone with a slow, agonizing deliberation.
“side torso,” he murmured, eyes tracking the line of your hip. “good choice. hurts like a bitch, but it’ll sit pretty.”
his palm remained flat against your skin, grounding you. you bit your lower lip to stifle a hum as his warm breath ghosted against your collarbone. you tried to steady your breathing, fighting the traitorous
what was wrong with you? he was just doing his damn job. your hand gripped the edge of the wooden desk, knuckles whitening as you tried to rein yourself in.
he tilted his head, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your ribs as if he were already carving the design into your flesh.
“you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked in a quiet murmur.
you nodded, tongue-tied. you weren’t brave enough to look him in the eye when his gaze felt like a physical touch.
“how long?” his voice was professional, shop-counter casual. that tone carrying a dangerous edge.
you cleared your throat. “a few months. maybe more.”
“need you to be specific, sweetie,” his thumb shifted, mapping the curve under your bra band without slipping beneath it. “i don’t like talking vaguely when i’m about to put something permanent on you.”
“since… before the first consultation,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “i just… made up my mind.”
a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest. “i like that,” he finally glanced up, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. “what took you so long?”
“wanted to be sure about the placement,” you forced a smile, careful not to jostle his hand.
“mmh,” he clearly didn’t buy it. “placement is half the decision. the other half is whether you can sit still while i’m all over you,” his fingers splayed, warm and steady. “can you?”
your lips parted, searching his face for a hidden meaning. he flashed a smug, knowing grin. like he knew how much everything he did affected you on the inside.
“i… i think so,” you stammered, cursing yourself.
“you think so,” he repeated, tasting the words. “not good enough. i need a ‘yes’, or you can head home and come back when you’re ready to handle it.”
the words hit you like a physical shove, your body locking up. when he made to pull his hand away, your fingers shot out to grab his wrist, pinning his palm back against your side. you met his gaze, silent and pleading.
“yes,” you breathed. “i can handle it.”
“fine. then, arms up,” he demmanded. “keep the shirt there and don’t you dare let it drop.”
you obeyed, fabric bunched under your fists. you were painfully exposed, the draft from the vent tickling your skin. jisung leaned in, close enough that you could smell the sharp tang of his studio and the lingering scent of smoke.
he reached for a pen, uncapping it with his teeth. your stomach did a slow-motion vault at the sight of his lips around the plastic, his tongue flicking out.
“i’m going to mark the zone,” he said against the pen, his eyes locking onto yours. “tell me if it feels off.”
the tip of the pen grazed your skin. it was a light, agonizingly slow curve, and you felt every millimeter. his left hand stayed anchored to your waist, a silent reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.
“breathe,” he whispered.
he drew a final, soft ‘x’ at the center of the placement. he pulled back, his breath hitching when he saw your half-lidded eyes and the way you were biting your lip.
“so…” he cleared his throat. “this is the densest part of the work. every time you move, it’ll pull. sure you want it here?”
“it’s fine,” you said, forcing your voice to be steady. “wanna see it when i look down.”
he went still, swallowing hard before finishing the oval outline. you felt him hovering on the edge of disbelief, so you moved, trying to bridge the gap.
“it’s… practical,” you added, fishing for his approval. “nothing more.”
“sure it is,” he tossed the pen aside but kept his hand pressed to your skin. “but, as far as i’m concerned, ‘practical girls’ don’t blush when i mark them.”
heat flooded your throat. “i’m not-”
“you are,” he said, flat and observant. “it’s fine. my job is to put ink on you, not judge what turns you on.”
your face was a fire hazard. you tried to pull the shirt down, but his fingers clamped gently over the fabric, holding you in place.
“not yet, pretty girl. i’m not done looking.”
the words clung to your mind longer than you wanted. you were drowning in his double meanings, too panicked to do anything but play the fool.
you surely considered going home, calling seungmin and screaming how much you hated him your tattoo artists.
he leaned in, his knee coming to rest just outside yours. “now, again, why ribs?”
“i already told you-”
“you told me you want to see it. that’s bullshit,” his fingers returned, pressing into the ‘x’. “why here, where it’ll hurt? where every partner you ever have is going to put their mouth on and know i was first?”
this was too much. your breath snagged, eyes squeezing shut. your panties were damp, you were aching, and completely undone by the heat of his touch.
“jisung,” you warned, your voice barely audible.
“you can walk out. door’s unlocked,” he countered, nodding toward the exit. “or you can keep answering me like an adult who knows exactly what she walked into.”
you stayed on the desk, your knuckles whitened in the fabric of your shirt.
he stood, giving you time to track the shift in his weight. he braced a hand on the desk, looming over your hip, claiming the space as if he’d already built a home there.
“y’know what? i’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
the confession didn’t land all at once. he drew the moment out, making you wait until you were on the verge of begging.
maybe this was the moment where you redirected the conversation, said goodbye and walked out that door, looking for another tattoo artist that didn’t make you sigh like a girl with a crush.
“every appointment,” he began, “i’d watch from the counter. i’d watch your eyes flicker toward me,” his voice dropped, “and, to be completely honest, I was always watching back.”
the words settled in the room, heavy and absolute. his hand didn’t move. if anything, he pressed firmer, anchoring you to him.
“i told myself it was professional interest. then you started booking with me specifically, and i stopped lying to myself,” his thumb mapped the lower curve of his own mark, “i’ve thought about putting my hands on your lower back to check my own work myself.”
he waited, giving you that final, silent out. your heart hammered against your ribs with a frantic, erratic rhythm that you were certain he could feel through his palm.
“tell me you don’t want this, and i go back to a standard consultation,” he said, voice low, absolute decree. “tell me anything else… and i stop being your artist for the next hour.”
the air in the room felt thin. you could hear the ragged drag of your own breath and feel the bite of the desk’s edge against your thighs. your shirt was still bunched in your fists, his hand pressed over your ribs like a claim he hadn’t yet voiced aloud.
“i… i don’t want you to stop,” you murmured, the words barely ghosting past your lips.
something shifted in his expression. his face lit up with a raw, predatory hunger. his eyebrows arched, and his tongue swept across his lower lip in a slow, anticipating drag.
a sudden, violent jolt of arousal spiked between your thighs, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. a broken gasp escaped you when you heard the hungry, relieved sigh he let out in response.
he stepped into the narrow space between your knees, moving with patience. he gave your body time to adjust to his heat, to the solid, grounding weight of his hips brushing while the other rose to cradle your neck.
his thumb pressed firmly against the hinge of your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
he didn’t kiss you. instead, his hand slid into your hair at the nape of your neck, his fingers tightening until the pull against your scalp sent a shiver racing down your spine. he tilted your head back by degrees until your throat was bared and your eyes had nowhere to go but him.
with a firm grip, he turned you until your hip pressed against the edge of the desk. he leaned in, his palm finding the space between your shoulder blades to anchor you firmly against the wood. his free hand settled at the waistband of your jeans, lingering there, waiting.
“last chance. you sure about this, pretty girl?” he breathed against your shoulder.
“yes…” you whined, hissing at the sheer friction of his body against yours.
only then did he work the button and zipper. he dragged your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion, the fabric catching at your thighs and knees until it pooled, tangling around your legs and binding you just enough that you couldn’t open wide without his help.
the rush of cool air hitting your core made you sob. jisung groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.
“fuck, look at you,” he rasped. he smoothed his palms up the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide, his gaze hungry. the pause stretched until your hips twitched helplessly. “already dripping, and i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you gasped, your face burning against the desk as the bluntness of his words settled in your cunt. jisung let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated through the hand still pressed against your spine.
“keep making those sounds, baby,” he whispered. “i want every single one of them.”
without warning, a single fingertip traced the seam from from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick of your folds but not entering, teasing.
when he finally circled your clit, the movement almost cruel in its agonizingly slow pace. he held you just on the edge of your pleasure, watching you unravel.
“j-jisung…” you pleaded, your eyes dragging over him.
“oh, you want more?” he pressed two fingers into your entrance, thick and unhurried. “beg then.”
your eyes squeezed shut, swallowing hard, the command vibrating in your skull.
“p-please…” the word broke, shattering in the quiet office.
a smug, satisfied smile bloomed on his face. he pushed in slowly, watching your expression, gauging the stretch until you were panting, whispering incoherencies against the wood.
he drove his fingers, knuckle by knuckle, until his palm pressed flush against your trembling body.
“that’s it,” he murmured. “taking me so well already.”
he curled his fingers inside, searching until he found that specific, wicked spot. he settled into a steady, merciless rhythm. you could hear his own breath hitching, uneven and ragged.
“i’ve thought about this”, he confesses, his voice raw. “how wet you’d get if i just talked to you like this.”
you moaned, a sound torn from your throat, but he didn’t ease up. he added a twist on the outstroke and a sharp press on the in, building a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that filled the room.
“greedy girl,” he murmured, his admiration evident. “you’ve been wanting this for weeks,” he sighed, a heavy, audible sound. “bet you went home after our appointments and put your hand between your legs, thinking about my mouth.”
you tried to shake your head, to deny it, but he slid a third finger inside without mercy. the burn sweetened into an overwhelming fullness. your hips pushed back against him unconsciously. he pinned you firmer, his hand a dead weight against your back.
“stay,” he commanded. “i set the pace and you just take it.”
and you did. you took everything he gave you. your heartbeat slammed against the desk, sweat prickling your hairline. every thrust dragged a high-pitched, broken sound from you, raw and completely stripped of pretense.
“j-jisung, stop- m’gonna… fuck, please- so close…”
you squirmed, your entire body vibrating as the orgasm gathered in your lower belly. your mouth fell open, your back arching as you pushed into his hand.
the tightness in your abdomen snapped and your walls fluttered, spasming hard around his fingers. you slumped against the desk, forehead dropping against the cold wood, completely undone.
jisung groaned, the sight of your release clearly hitting him like a physical blow. a rush of heat coated his hand, and he didn’t stop, continuing with shorter, sharper strokes, milking every pulse until you were raw and oversensitive, still rocking back for more.
“fuck, yes…” he breathed, his voice wrecked with dark amused. “good girl. now, wanna feel you doing it in my mouth.”
before you could process the request, he dropped to his knees behind you. you jolted, surprised, but his hands immediately spread you wider, his thumbs holding you open to his scrutiny.
“w-wait-” you moaned, chest heaving. “i’m sensitive, don’t-”
but he was already there. he dragged his tongue, broad and filthy, from the mess on your thighs up to your clit. you ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip until it bled.
his pace was relentless. he licked and slurped, moaning into your skin like a man starving. your hand slapped the desk, then flew to your mouth to stifle the noise, but it was futile.
he sucked your clit between his lips, teasing with a scrape of his teeth that made your entire body jump. he circled your nub, teasing before suctioning down hard. you throbbed as he licked your folds, giving you barely a second of reprieve before attacking the sensitive spot again.
when you tried to reflexively close your legs, he bit the inside of your thigh hard enough to mark you and held the bite until you whimpered, then soothed the sting with a slow, languid swipe of his tongue.
“stay open,” he panted against your skin. “didn’t tell you to move, did i?”
you shook your head, unable to stop the sobbing sounds, your body hovering on the edge of collapse. when he pushed two fingers back inside while his mouth worked you into a frenzy, you were certain you had lost you mind.
the dual sensation was a short-circuit. he found a rhythm that was relentless, curling, sucking, and thrusting until the sound of your own fluids filled the office.
“oh, fuck-” you gasped, your mouth trembling. “jisung, i can’t- s’too much-”
“you will,” he mumbled against you. “give it to me. wanna taste every drop.”
your second orgasm hit differently, deeper, a pressure in your lower abdomen that peaked with terrifying speed. you clenched your teeth as it crashed over you, harder than the first.
your vision whited out, another gush spilling over his tongue and chin. you whimpered loudly into the wood, your body trembling so violently the desk squeaked under you.
he groaned, obscenely satisfied, drinking his fill of your release. he didn’t stop his fingers, dragging out the climax until your legs turned to jelly and he had to hold your hips up with both hands, anchoring you as you shattered for the second time.
he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of pressure leaving you feeling strangely hollow. he stepped back just enough to unzip his jeans, the rasp of the teeth echoing in the small room.
he moved behind you, pressing his chest flush against your spine, his hand coming to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly soothing despite the chaos he’d just wrought.
“what… jisung…” your gasps were hoarse.
he offered a slow, rouge smile. “think you can handle it?”
he didn’t wait for a verbal answer. the blunt head of his cock dragged against your soaked folds, a teasing friction, before he settled against your entrance, waiting.
you were arching back into him before he even applied pressure, desperate for the fullness you were clearly primed to receive.
“yes” you panted, the word barely recognizable.
“good girl,” he left a peek against the nape of your neck.
then, he pressed in. he didn’t slam inside, he fed you his length in slow, deliberate inches, letting you feel every ounce of the stretch, the agonizing heat of him as your body bloomed open to accommodate him.
when he bottomed out, he held perfectly still, buried to the hilt, his breath ragged against your skin. one hand fisted in your hair, the other spanning your ribs over the pen marks he’d drawn earlier.
“shit- you’re tight,” he rasped, his voice raw with honesty. “gonna fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”
a single, shaky nod was all the permission he needed. he snapped into a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the desk creak under the strain. he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your throat open, your spine arching.
his free hand left your ribs to shove under your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his thrusts until you let out a broken sound.
“jisung, fuck-” you hissed, eyes rolling back. “so good… please, don’t stop…”
his rhythm faltered for a second at the raw sound of your voice. you were so wet, milking him with every clench, every frantic flutter of your muscles. he pushed harder, bottoming out against your cervix, the pleasure so sharp it made your mind fray at the edges.
“so fucking wet,” he panted, his own moans slipping through his teeth. “gonna cum inside you, baby. wanna see you take it all.”
he was fucking you senseless now. the thrusts were sloppy, messy, and relentless. he watched, fixated, as your ass bounced against his thighs with each violent collision. your cries were muffled against your own hand, but they were loud enough to drive him over the edge.
“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna be dripping with me after this… fuck-”
his control snapped- he buried himself to the hilt, grounding his hips against you as he sought his own release. your walls fluttered around him, desperate and greedy, milking him dry.
he let out a low, guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you, hot spurs of cum flooding into you. he didn’t pull away, he stayed buried, thrusting in weak, rhythmic pulses until the very last drop was spent.
jisung remained pressed tight against you, head dropped to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and uneven. one hand stroked your side, his touch finally turning tender, while his cum leaked out, warm and thick, too much for you to hold inside.
“oh, shit… so good,” he breathed against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “you are perfect. made for me.”
eventually, he eased out, the withdrawal leaving a strange, quiet void in the room. you shivered, the mess between your legs feeling heavy, filthy.
he turned you around with careful, almost reverent hands, lifting you to sit on the edge of the desk. even as his body still hummed with the aftershocks of his release, his focus was entirely on you.
he brushed his thumb over you swollen lower lip, his gaze softening as he traced the flush on your cheeks. his eyes dropped to your chest, your shirt still rucked up, and his hands moved to adjust it, his fingers lingering in soft caresses.
you looked down, noticing the faint, dark marks he’d left on your thighs. you blinked, meeting his gaze one last time.
“you good?” he mumbled, stealing another soft peck from your lips. “if you want… you can come home with me. y’know… i have a little dog and a lizard that are dying to meet you.”
it was almost like a bad joke. the way he suddenly avoided your eyes, looking shy about the invitation. a slow, genuine smile spread across your face. it was sweet, the way his fingers were tracing soft, aimless circles over your knuckles.
“lead the way, then,” you said, your voice warm. “but don’t think i’m walking there on my own feet. you are carrying me!”
he chuckled, a rich, genuine sound, and patted your head before turning to gather your scattered clothes from the floor, tossing out fake apologies that lacked even a shred of regret for what he’d just done.
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loved playing doubles! would you consider it doing a series with all the members?
thank yaaa <3 i'm so happy you enjoyed 'playing doubles'!! 😚 about turning it into a series... maybe!! i kinda fell in love with the whole frat boy concept, ngl 😋 if i ever do it, it'd probably be a little later though. i'd need some time to figure out who i'd wanna write first and where i'd take the whole thing. but i'm definitely not against the idea!! i've actually been thinking about frat boy!minho or frat boy!hyunjin... maybe solo, maybe together, who knows! 😼 and if any of you have some freaky frat boy ideas, PLEASE send them my way. i'm always looking for more reasons to write those lol
playing doubles.
summ: your prize for winning a beer pong game was getting shared by two frat boys upstairs. consider it one of the house privileges.
⋆ pairing: frat boy!chan x f!reader x frat boy!jisung ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: college au, threesome, rough sex, dom!chansung, pet names (baby, good/pretty girl), alcohol mention, kissing, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral fixation, fingering, tit play, nipple play, hair pulling, ass slaps, oral (m!receiving), cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex ⋆ words: 2.8k
a/n: UGH. here i am with the most mouth-watering, toe-curling fic i’ve posted so far. idk what possessed me while writing this request, but i’m honestly grateful it did lol. yes, the jisung favoritism is still painfully obvious (my bad), but chan in this one??? insane. don’t know why i haven’t written him before. hope you enjoy those two men sharing you!!! >_<
the bass from downstairs rattled the cheap picture frames hanging on the hallway walls. the smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor was strong, making your head feel lighter. laughter echoed from every corner of the house.
but none of it held your attention for long because your eyes were fixed on han jisung.
he stood across the beer pong table with that stupid, cocky smile you wanted to wipe off his face, lazily rolling the ping pong ball between his fingers while the crowd around you shouted over one another.
the grin on his face only widened before he tossed you the ball with an easy flick of his wrist, leaning back against the wall behind him, completely relaxed.
“last cup, baby,” he called, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “you miss, you drink. make me proud and don’t miss your shot, jagi.”
his words were dripping with teasing flirtation, making you roll your eyes. even if the heat in your lower abdomen just kept building every time your eyes locked in his.
“you’re so annoying, hannie,” you teased, giggling at his offended expression.
you glanced down at the ball, turning it between your fingers while focusing on the last red cup sitting alone at the opposite end of the table.
and maybe it was the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through your system or the way jisung kept looking at you with that smug expression. either way, your thoughts felt hazy.
before taking the shot, your gaze drifted across the room, landing immediately on christopher.
he was sprawled across one of the couches with a drink in his hand, surrounded by half the fraternity. one arm rested along the back of the couch, his legs spread comfortably, messy blond hair falling into his eyes.
he’d been watching the entire game, his eyes never leaving you. he tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile on his face making your heart skip a beat.
“watch this,” you mouthed, knowing he would read your lips.
without hesitating, your wrist snapped forward. the ball arced cleanly across the table before dropping straight into the center cup, beer splashing over the rim.
the crowd roared behind you. one of your friends threw an arm around your shoulders before practically lifting you off the floor, laughing like you’d just won a championship instead of a stupid drinking game.
before you could even catch your breath, jisung’s hand was wrapped gently around your wrist, pulling you out of the whole crowd.
“c’mon, let’s get out of here,” he murmured, leaning close enough for only you to hear. “there’s less people upstairs.”
you laughed, breathless. you knew damn well neither of you had any intention of talking. he intertwined his fingers with yours and started leading you toward the staircase before anyone could stop you.
and right before disappearing into the hallway, you looked back, searching for christopher. as always, he was already looking at you with one eyebrow raised.
you tipped your head toward the second floor, blinking with a flirtatious smirk on your face. the corner of his mouth lifted in that slow, knowing way that always made your knees feel loose.
he barely nodded, letting you know that the message was received.
the music faded with every step upstairs. the hallway felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos below, the music little more than a muffled thump beneath your feet.
some doors were slightly open while others were locked, giving you a vague idea of what could be happening there. neither of you paid them much attention.
with little grace, jisung pushed open the first empty room he found and slipped you inside after him. you kicked the door shut behind you, the loud slam echoing through the hallway.
the second the door shut you were on him.
your mouths crashed, wet and urgent. jisung groaned into the kiss like he’d been starving for it all night, teeth catching your lower lip, sucking hard enough to sting, the sound vibrating against your tongue.
everything felt desperate, needy. his hands shoved under your top without ceremony, palms burning against your skin, sliding up your ribs until his thumbs pressed into the soft underside of your breasts.
“slow down, ji,” you mumbled against his mouth, a shaky smirk on your lips. your voice was already fading away, panting for air.
but he didn’t waste time.
jisung bent, palms sliding under your tights and lifting you like you weighed nothing. a small whimper slipped from your lips at the sudden movement, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.
the thick, clothed line of his cock pressed hard against your cunt through his jeans, the pressure relentless. you began to feel impatient, your hands roaming along his back, scratching loosely.
your body hit the wall, the impact forcing a whimper from your throat. jisung rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding the rigid length against you, gasping and groaning obscenities. the friction dragging low moans and whines out of you, your thighs trembling around him.
“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. been staring at you all night,” he muttered, biting the side of your neck hard enough to make you whine. “let’s do something about it, yeah?”
with a grin on his face, he carried you to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. the springs squeaked under your weight, bouncing. you pushed up onto your elbows just in time to see him crawling over you, eyes dilated.
he yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside, careless. his hands were quickly at your top, dragging it up and off, gaze dropping to watch the way your tits moved with the motion.
he reached for your bra next, fingers hooking the straps and pulling them down your arms in one slow drag. with a smooth motion he unhooked the clasp, throwing your bra far, far away.
both of you were breathing hard. you reached for the back of his neck and dragged him down into another kiss, messy and deep. jisung groaned against your mouth, the sound raw.
“fuck this,” he panted. “come here, baby.”
his mouth was on your tits before you could catch your breath. your face scrunched when he sucked one of your nipples, his tongue flicking fast and erratic, teeth scraping just enough to make your back arch.
“you sound so pretty,” he said, voice muffled against your breast. “wanna hear more of it.”
his free hand squeezed the other breast, thumb rolling over the stiff peak while his hips ground down on your crotch, seeking more friction. you could easily feel how hard he was, the thick ridge of him dragging against your cunt through too many annoying layers.
“ji- shit… please, s-slow down,” you breathed, finger twisting into his hair. your voice sounded broken, eyes blurred.
he left your breast with a short pop, leaving a deep, fast kiss on your lips before switching sides, sucking even harder. the wet sounds his mouth filled the small room.
you moaned loudly, biting your lower lip when you felt his free hand slide down your stomach, popping the button on your shorts and shoving inside. he dragged two fingers above your soaked panties, the warmth sending a sick thrill through him.
“mmmh- stop teasing,” you begged, your wet eyes looking at his.
“y’know your wish is my command, baby.”
he shoved his hand inside your panties right away, finding you already slick when he dragged his fingers through your folds. the amusement and arousal painted across his face.
it was too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
he bit his lip before pushing two fingers in without warning. you moaned and whimpered loudly, hips jerking up to meet his fast paced thrusts.
jisung cupped one of your tits in his hand, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his cock throbbing inside his pants, screaming for attention.
“already this wet? we’ve barely started,” he teased, a pout on his lips. he pumped his fingers faster, curling them on every pull. “chris’s gonna lose his fucking mind when he feels this.”
and like you had summoned him, the door clicked open.
unbothered, jisung looked over his shoulder. that wide heart-shaped smile growing on his face when he found christopher closing the door behind him with deliberate calm, leaning back against it. your cunt clenched around jisung’s fingers, expectantly.
christopher’s eyes traveled over the scene: your bare chest, jisung’s fingers still buried inside you, the small tears threatening to roll down your cheeks any minute now. he smirked slowly, hungry.
“started without me,” he noticed, tilting his head. his eyes fixed on you.
you lifted your head, voice hoarse. “thought you’d never get here...”
his smile sharpened at your words. he pushed off the door and crossed the room quickly. his hand found jisung’s shoulder, squeezing once, firm, before sliding down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks.
“missed you too, baby,” he left a peck on your swollen lips.
jisung pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, sitting back on his heels with his chest heaving. a satisfied grin on his shiny, wet lips. both of you looked at christopher when he stripped his own shirt off, revealing his toned chest.
he approached the bed with a couple strides, immediately reaching for your shorts, yanking them down your legs along with your panties in one smooth, fast motion.
jisung drooled at the view of your naked body, his hand caressing his crotch, feeling the sick urgency of being buried inside you.
“want you on your knees. now,” his tone left no room for argument.
you slid off the bed eagerly, obedient. christopher sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread. he tugged you between his open legs, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock with ease.
it was already hard, thick, and flushed, the head glistening. you felt your mouth watering at the obscene sight. he wrapped a hand around the base, jerking it lazily with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving yours.
his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly. your cheeks flushed violently at the shameless action.
“open your mouth, pretty girl,” he demanded, his fingers tangling in your hair. “want you to take it all.”
and you did without hesitation, desperate for the feeling of him fucking your mouth until your brain melts.
your eyes sparkled with excitement when his cock slid slowly inside, letting you feel every inch until the head nudged the back of your throat. the full feeling lit you on fire, the heat on your lower abdomen bursting.
“there you go,” he cooed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “just like that, good job.”
you watched him nod to jisung, who was almost in a trance watching the scene developing in front of him.
you could hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans behind you, his warm hands brushing along your back until his fingers dug down on your hips, possessive.
a sharp inhale left you when he dragged you backwards until your ass was pressed against his dick. his hands caressed your thighs, pushing them apart gently, barely holding himself together when he saw your entrance willing for him and only him.
“gonna fuck you while you suck him,” jisung purred, voice bright and filthy. “ready for that, pretty girl?”
a small nod was all he needed. you sobbed aggressively when jisung’s blunt head nudged your soaked, slippery hole. losing your mind every time his free hand squeezed your ass, licking his lower lip.
jisung sank deeper, thrusting in hard until he felt the flushed head of his cock poking your cervix harshly. the stretch punched a moan out of you that vibrated around christopher’s length, making him hiss with pleasure.
“god… look at you. bet you’re dying for me to come in your mouth,” christopher hummed, smiling smugly. his grip on your hair tighter.
you nodded too quickly, too desperately. hollowing your cheeks, you shoved forward onto his cock, not stopping until your nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. he petted your hair delicately, gripping your hair hard to guide your head in short, deep, controlled thrusts that matched jisung’s pace.
his hips stuttered, your gagging noises arousing him even more. the warm, slick feeling of your mouth sucking his length so eagerly dragging groans and whines out of him. he wouldn’t last any longer if you kept doing it this good.
“y-yeah, eyes on me, pretty girl,” he panted, biting his lower lip, frowning. “wanna see your cute face when i come in your mouth.”
your eyes were pinned on his aroused expression, fighting the urge to roll them back with every stimulus both of them gave you.
some tears started to fall down your cheeks when his thrusts began quicker, chasing his own orgasm now.
his hand gripped on the bedsheets under him, shutting his eyes tight when he started spilling into your mouth. hot pulses hit the back of your throat, making you choke with the big load that was sliding down it.
“shit- wanna see you swallow it,” he whined, releasing the grip on your hair slowly and pulling out his dick with a soft pop.
you did it, swallowing all of it with effort until there was nothing left. you opened your mouth shakily, peeking your tongue out for him. and christopher could just come right there just from that obscene image of you.
and even when you started panting for air, jisung didn’t let you catch a break at all.
the slow thrusts he maintained for a while started to grow a brutal pace, hips slapping against your ass, making it recoil. his smirk growing at the wet sound of your cunt taking him loud and obscene.
“mmh- so tight. made for my dick,” he panted, slapping your ass twice, making you cry loudly. “you must like being used like this, huh?” his voice was lewd, nasty. “our little frat house toy.”
his words hit somewhere deep and hot inside you, making your cunt clench around his cock even tighter. he reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, his fingers were relentless, slick with your arousal. the sensation of his cock pounding into you quickly unraveling you.
christopher caressed your face, shoving his thumb inside your parted mouth. your eyes darted at him, half-lidded.
“look at you, dripping down his cock already,” he mocked, drinking in every inch of your face.
“oh shit- you’re milking me so fucking hard,” jisung huffed, giggling breathless at your broken, incoherent moans. “be good and come for me, baby.”
your eyes rolled back when his pace became even wilder, messier. it was almost animalistic, making you whimper with each deep, erratic thrust.
“it’s- s’too much, jisung…” you cried, your face scrunched, drooling over christopher’s fingers. “fuck, feel so full… mmh- so, so c-close...”
his free hand slid up your spine and fisted in your hair, pulling your head back further until your throat was exposed. he leaned in, leaving some open-mouthed kisses and sucking your skin before his teeth scraped the shell of your ear.
your legs went numb when your orgasm hit sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a broken sound tearing out of your abused, sore throat. your whole body was shaking, your hands closed into fists while your head dropped down, shut your wet eyes close.
and jisung fucked you through it, his pace never faltering, until your cunt stopped fluttering around him. his hands brushing your back, soothing you until you came back from your high.
“oh shit-” his legs jerked, hips chasing you. “gonna cum inside you, fuck- you’re milking me…” he babbled, whispering low on your ear.
his whole body was shaking, overstimulated, his only thought being the feeling of your pussy gripping him desperately, completely soaked. his hands went to your tits, squeezing them and using them as support.
his cock twitched helplessly inside you, pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. his fingers dug into your breasts hard enough to leave red marks on them. it was messy, you could feel it leaking down your thighs already.
“you did a good job,” christopher praised, his voice warm, soothing. “shower’s down the hall. we’ll clean you up.”
jisung pressed a kiss on your cheek, way softer now, while pulling out of you gently. a wicked smile across his face when he saw the mess he created between your legs. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing loudly.
“then… we can go home and do whatever you want,” he blinked, sticking his tongue out a little, teasing.
you laughed, hoarse, and let them pull you upright between them after getting dressed up again. christopher’s arm stayed around your waist while jisung’s fingers laced through yours.
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WHAT IS UPPP THE GOAT IS BACKKK im the one who requested the boxer leeknow fic and you did so good. i genuinely busted reading it 🤤
but besides that .. i had another idea that could be related to the boxer fic , this obviously doesn’t need to be a series (like it doesn’t need to be connected) but i thought it was a writeable idea
so basically , after their moment in the nursery , reader thought they’d be a little more “comfortable” with each other , or basically thought they were dating now , but that’s not what minho thought. he basically says how relationships aren’t his thing and whatever. readers lwk upset with that. they both get invited to like this party for celebrating minho right, and there’s a bunch of his friends and stuff , and let’s just say eunwoo (or one of the members , i lwk don’t know who to choose 😅 i just chose a random ass name bro) starts flirting with reader and she goes along with it. minho sees, and after everyone leaves , reader and minho are all left alone. they have this argument and reader realizes how he’s jealous , so she scoffs and whatever , and then they fuck on the pool table 🥹 okey bye this is getting so long. toodles and i will probably request another thing so be prepared 😈 you can add any tags i like whatever you put 🤤
TF??? your ideas are actually so good??? nah, you're cooking so fucking hard every single time😮💨 and don't even get me started because i was literally thinking about writing something involving a pool table- how did you get inside my head lmao we must be twins gonna be waiting for whatever freaky idea you come up next because you truly are the goat 🙂↕️
final round!
summ: christopher left minho alone with you so you could take care of him, but riding him in the nursery room wasn’t on the plans.
⋆ pairing: boxer!minho x medic!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: boxer au, soft!dom minho, blood mention (just at the beginning tho), kissing, teasing, marking, pet names (good girl, darling), grinding, tight riding, fingering, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, tit play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm delay, cumming, creampie, piv ⋆ words: 2.7k
a/n: ngl, when i got this request i completely lost my mind over the idea. istg that racha log will go down in history because how are you gonna tell me all four of them looked that damn good sparring??? also... this is my first solo minho fic, so cheers to that!!! anyway, i hope you all enjoy this filthy little freak fic! >.<
christopher pushed the door open with his shoulder, one arm hooked under minho’s.
“i’m up on five minutes,” christopher panted, already half-turned toward the hallway. “please, patch him up. minho, don’t misbehave.”
you looked up from the supply cart, partially ignoring christopher’ words. you knew exactly who you were the second christopher said his name.
the smell hit you first. antiseptic, sweat, the copper edge of blood. you turned your head slightly to minho, scanning his face, looking for any serious injury. his eyebrow was split, blood tracking down his temple in a thin line. a bruise was already blooming along his sharp jaw.
christopher didn’t wait for an answer. he didn’t have time, not even if he wanted to keep an eye on both of you. he sighed, shoved minho forward until his back met the wall. he was still kinda dizzy after the punch he receive on the ring, even if it was a friendly round.
after giving you a quick glance and a supportive nod, christopher disappeared down the hallway.
minho stayed where he was left, weight on one leg, breathing heavy through his nose. his tank top clung to his chest, dark patches spreading under the arms. he was watching you with that look he only gave you when no one else was around. half challenge, half invitation.
like a cat deciding whether you were worth trusting or just another toy worth batting around.
you grabbed gloves and a sterile packet. when you looked over your shoulder, his sharp, sparking eyes were already on you.
“please, minho, sit down,” you said quietly, nodding toward the exam table.
but he didn’t move right away. just looked at you, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. then he snorted and dropped onto the metal table. the paper crinkled under his weight.
you stepped between his knees. the grin that pulled at his mouth was small but unmistakable. your eyes went to the small cut above his eyebrow. it was clean, but deep enough to need pressure. you tore the packet open, soaked the gauze on antiseptic, and pressed gently.
minho hissed through his teeth, face tightening. “s-shit…”
“hold still. it’s almost over,” you murmured, keeping your voice even.
his hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. his brows stayed furrowed, but a small smile still sat on his lips.
“hard to when you’re this close,” he said, teasingly. his voice was low, still rough from the round. “you’re driving me crazy.”
you didn’t answer. you tried to ignore the way his proximity was already fucking with your head, your pulse skipping every time his breath hit your neck. you knew he was just teasing. always teasing. but something inside you still wanted him to mean it.
you wiped the blood away in slow strokes, watching the cut, making sure it stayed clean. his skin burned under your fingers. your hands shook a little when the gauze brushed near his plump lips.
“chris trusts you with everything,” minho continued. “his shoulder, his hands, every little problem. but he still left like he thought i’d do something to you without asking.”
“he doesn’t think that, don’t be silly,” you said, reaching for more antiseptic. “besides, you know i can handle you perfectly fine.”
he laughed once, short. his eyes followed you as you moved, slow and deliberate. the cut on his cheekbone needed attention too.
the antiseptic stung, burning like hell. his thigh flexed against your hip when you dabbed, making you jerk, surprised. your eyes snapped to his, worried.
“fuck, that fucking hurts” he muttered, biting his lower lip, one eye squeezed shut.
“we’re almost done with this part,” you whispered, trying to calm him down.
you leaned in closer to check the edges, checking that everything was in order. his breath hit your cheek now, feeling warm but steady. the distance between you almost inexistent. he didn’t lean back anyways, enjoying every inch of it.
“been thinking about this,” he murmured, voice raw. you shuddered, feeling your knees going weak. “you touching me so careful,” he leaned closer, his nose brushing your cheek. “so close i could pin you under me right now.”
you straightened fast, face burning, heartbeat pounding in your ears. your hand landed on his chest without thinking. his muscles shifted under your palm, his breathing already heavier.
“minho, you’re talking nonsense,” you stated, examining his face with amusement. “stop fucking around. now.”
his grin widened, that cocky, irritating thing that always made your stomach flip. you wondered if it was normal to get this turned on just from the way he looked at you.
he caught your wrist before you could step away. it wasn’t hard, he didn’t want to put pressure on you. he was pressing just enough to keep you there.
“make me,” he whispered, the words slow on his tongue. the corner of his mouth lifted when he felt your pulse jump under his fingers.
you pulled your hand free but didn’t walk away. if anything, you leaned in a little more, already missing the heat of him. your head was spinning. was he just being an asshole, or did he actually want this as much as you did?
his hand found your hip, thumb pressing under the waistband of your scrubs. his eyes were half-lidded, fixed on your mouth.
“tell me to stop and i will,” he said, leaning closer. “just say it.”
but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you wanted this as badly as he seemed to.
his palm slid higher, under the hem of your top, skin on skin. you were going insane. you were touch-starved or maybe just reacting to him. you couldn’t care less which one.
“tell me,” he repeated, voice lower, hungrier.
his other hand hooked into your belt loop and pulled you in until your thigh pressed between his. your lower abdomen tightened when you felt how hard he already was, the outline obvious through the thin fabric of his shorts.
“minho-” you whimpered, eyes wide when his fingers dug into your skin before wandering on your back.
“shh. be quiet,” he tugged you forward until you were straddling one of his thighs, feet still touching the floor. “need you to reach for that bandage behind me.”
you blinked slowly, brained fogged. you don’t understand what he was planning. without thinking, you stretched over his shoulder, looking for what he asked you for. your tits brushed his face unintentionally, making you jerk embarrassed.
minho turned his head and mouthed at the skin above your collar, teeth scraping, tongue dragging. he didn’t let you pull back. instead he rolled his thigh up once, slow, the muscle flexing under you.
the seam of your scrubs dragged against your clit through your soaked panties. a high, broken moan slipped out, followed by a string of whimpers.
“there it is,” he said against your throat, smiling like he’d won something. “been waiting to hear that.”
you tried to shift off but he caught your hips with both hands and held you there. your head was getting foggy. he guided you into another slow grind, longer this time. the friction was dull and frustrating, exactly enough to make your breath catch. you could feel how wet you already were, fabric clinging, soaked.
“minho, someone could-”
“the door’s locked. chris is busy for another twenty minutes at least,” he said, almost too fast, then caught your mouth in a hard, needy kiss.
he dragged you forward again, harder. your clit caught the ridge of muscle and you jerked. your hands clenched on his shoulders. moans and whines kept spilling out.
“f-fuck,” you whimpered, lips parted. “feels so good…”
“that’s it, darling,” his voice low and rough in your ear. “ride it. please yourself with me.”
and you did. small movements at first, testing. then faster, clumsier as he encouraged you. the table creaked under the erratic movement. his hands stayed firm on your hips, thumbs digging in, controlling the angle.
every roll of your hips sent heat up your spine, your panties panties clung, soaked through, the fabric rasping over your swollen clit with every pass. minho’s breath hit the shell of your ear, low and amused.
“look at you,” he murmured, his fingers wound into your hair and tugged, just enough to tip your head back. “little nurse getting off on my thigh like she’s been thinking about it for weeks.”
a broken sound slipped out before you could bite it down. minho’s thumb caught your lower lip, pulling it free, dragging slowly across the wet skin.
“don’t hide it from me. i want every sound”
your mouth chased his again, clumsy, teeth clicking, tongues sliding. he bit your lip hard enough to sting and soothed it with a slow lick. the pressure between your legs coiled tighter, sharper.
his hand slid under your waistband, under the ruined cotton, and found you dripping. two fingers stroked through your folds without pushing in, just gliding over the mess you’d made.
“fuck,” he breathed, laughing softly. “this wet already?”
your hips jerked, rhythm faltering. he stopped immediately, palm cupping your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“don’t stop because i’m touching you. keep going. be a good girl.”
and you really tried, but the combination of his thigh and his fingers made your thighs shake wild. he circled your clit over and over again. he kept the pressure steady, deliberate, watching every twitch of your face, every time your eyes rolled.
without warning he pushed two fingers inside, thick and sudden. your moan tore out loud enough to echo off the metal cabinets. your forehead dropped to his. the stretch burned sweet.
“holy shit, minho- you are- please, i need you to-” you moaned, head above the sky. your voice was shaky, numb.
“i know, i know,” his voice was soothing, calm.
he curled his fingers, found the spot that made your vision spark, and fucked you in short, brutal thrusts while you ground down on his thigh. the wet sound of it filled the room, obscene, constant. every forward roll pressed his palm against your clit again.
“ah! yes, yes- just right there, min- fuck!”
you were close too fast. minho felt the first flutter around his fingers and pulled them out. you whined, high and broken, hips chasing nothing. he snorted, pressed a quick kiss to your swollen mouth.
“not yet,” he mumbled, his voice raw. he lifted you, set you on the edge of the table between his spread knees. “keep your knees there and come here.”
you climbed up, obedient, knees already aching against cold metal. minho shoved his shorts down just far enough. his cock sprang free, flushed dark, tip glistening. he wrapped a hand around the base and gave one lazy stroke, eyes locked on yours.
“open your mouth,” he demanded, voice firm.
you pressed your thighs together, mouth watering. the second your lips parted he guided himself in, slow at first, then deeper when his hand settled at the back of your head. he didn’t force. he just held you there, thumb stroking behind your ear while you worked him with your tongue, licking from base to tip, hollowing your cheeks, taking him until your throat fluttered around the head.
“fuck, that’s good- so tight, so warm…” he muttered, his head falling back against the wall. “been thinking about your mouth for weeks.”
your cunt clenched around nothing. he pushed you deeper until you gagged, tears pricking. you bobbed faster, sloppy, spit running down his shaft. every time he felt too close he tugged you off, breathing hard, cock twitching against your tongue.
he seem to love to fuck your face, your eyes staying as long as you could on his before rolling them back.
he pulled you off completely, panting loudly. his chest was going up and down wildly, his hair sticking to his forehead. you could see his lips parted, his tongue licking them slowly.
“turn around,” he whined, trying to sound as firm as he could.
you barely started moving before he dragged you back into his lap, your back to his chest this time. one hand spread your thighs wide while the other shoved three fingers back inside you without preamble. you cried out, back arching, hands scrabbling for the table edge. he fucked you steady and deep, curling on every thrust, his other hand rubbing tight circles over your clit.
“come on”, he panted against your neck, teeth scraping. “want to feel you lose it.”
he was panting and groaning in your ear, spreading kisses on your shoulder and neck, sucking hard enough to leave some more marks there.
he really wanted everyone to know you were with someone, even if they didn’t know it was him.
“m-minho- oh fuck, you… mmmh- s’too much, i can’t take more- so close…” your voice was a mess, unable to talk coherently.
minho snorted, making his moves faster. “come for me. want to see your face while you come.”
he fucked you steady and deep. he wasn’t going to let you catch any break. he needed you long enough to let you go away just like that.
“min! m’gonna-” you shouted, too gone to think about where you were.
you came with a broken shout, thighs shaking so hard the table rattled. minho didn’t stop until you were twitching and whimpering, oversensitive. only then did he pull his fingers free. you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, slow, deliberate. licking them as if it was a treat. your cheeks lighten up, unable to look away.
“tastes as sweet as you look”, he murmured, licking his lips. “now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck you.”
you nodded, frantic. he lifted you just enough to line up and pulled you down onto his cock in one smooth motion. the stretch was deeper than his fingers, thicker. he bottomed out and held you there, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. you could feel his warm breath against your neck, hearing him hiss when you took him fully.
“move, darling. wanna watch you bouncing on it,” he said, smugly. that cocky tone never leaving his voice.
but you couldn’t wait any more.
you started slow, getting used to the thickness, then faster, riding him hard enough that the table legs scraped the floor. skin slapped wetly, sweat slid down your spine. minho kept one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit even though you were still sensitive, the other gripping your tits, feeling them bounce. his eyes stayed fixed on where you took him, lips parted, breathing ragged.
his face shrink, feeling his own orgasm coming. his hands gripped your waist again, making your moves faster, erratic. your moans never stopped, getting louder and louder with each thrust. both of you were a sweaty, wet mess.
“g-gonna come,” he said against your shoulder, panting. “need to come inside you, please… fuck, you’re milking me good.”
“y-yes! do it, min. need you to cum inside me… oh, god-”
you nodded fast, taking his lips with yours in an urgent kiss. his tongue wandered on your mouth, his teeth clenched on your lower lip when he felt that hot wave hit him.
he finished hard, a bigger amount of what you expected. you could feel him throbbing inside you, his shaky hands caressing your body. his broken sounds being muffled against your bare skin. you could feel how you started leaking, his cum dripping between you.
and neither of you moved for a long moment. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stand on your own feet right now. and minho didn’t look any better, his face hidden on your back while his breath sounded erratic, ragged.
you could hear him laugh once, quietly, before pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. no words needed, his hands tugging you on a warm, soft hug.
the door was still locked. outside, the sound of another round starting filtered through the walls.
but here, inside, minho’s fingers traced slow circles on your skin like he had nowhere else to be.
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haihaiii !! i really like your writing style, and i know you mainly write about han but i was hoping you could write about boxer lee know 🌚 i saw their new racha log and holy crap i’m gonna bust. BUT ANYWAYS i was hoping it was something like how minho is a popular boxer , and he needs a new nurse like immediately cuz he has a bunch of matches. he can’t really find one until chan recommends a friend , and she’s a very skilled nurse i really like tension and PLEASE include thigh riding , oral (m!receiving) , fingering , dom minho , and make him FILTHY. i also really like degradation 🤤
YOOOOH this is literally what i've been thinking about since the racha log dropped. lee know was looked ridiculously fine (as always, but DAMN). ngl i've been breaking my brain trying to figure out a boxer!minho plot, but you just handed me one on a silver platter right naaaw. and don't even get me started on filthy, dom, perv minho because that's actually my roman empire 🫠 safe to say this request has officially been claimed, so let me cook because i already have way too many ideas for this one >.<
https://www.tumblr.com/jisunggy/821514572277186560?source=share
If you ever thought of doing one of these I would be the biggest fan of it; a frat boy chan x frat boy jisung x reader fic. I know it would be cool to see like soft dom Jisung in this
OMG you're actually cooking rn. i swear that new racha log has developed in me a new freaky necessity. i was DROOLING over those men ngl. consider this idea being in work right nawww 😋
i think he wants me, no?
OMG YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT TIK TOK- i was drooling over this man 😮💨
hihi new moot!!! ty for feeding us with delicious jisung fics <333
hihi over there!!! tysmmmmm for always being so sweet and thank YOU for feeding us with those amazing fics too >.< <3
on your knees.
summ: one text message was all it took for jisung to leave an award show and end up on his knees in your dressing room.
⋆ pairing: idol!jisung x idol!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: pwp, mean reader, pet names (baby, good boy), whimpering and whining, teasing, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk and needy jisung, hair pulling, face fucking?, coming untouched ⋆ words: 2.5k
a/n: i came up with this out of the blue yesterday and i’m happy with it. nevertheless, there’s no beta reading lmao. craving a munch jisung fic badly. enjoy!!! >_<
jisung kept both hands buried inside his jacket pockets, pretending to listen to whatever speech was happening on stage.
cameras kept flashing, people clapped, someone laughed a little too loudly.
he smiled when everyone else smiled, nodded whenever somebody looked his way, and applauded on cue. he looked exactly like he was supposed to.
then his phone buzzed inside his blazer and his whole act cracked. because he tried to ignore it. he really did.
but still, five seconds later, he was already slipping a hand inside his jacket, stealing a quick glance around the venue to make sure no camera had caught him.
his thumb hovered over the screen for barely a second before he unlocked it.
jagiya. backstage.
and that was it. no explanation, no emojis, no “please”. just one word that made him swallow hard.
warmth rushed straight to his face as his fingers tightened around the phone. his stomach flipped. suddenly, his palms felt damp against the expensive fabric of his suit.
because han jisung knew exactly what that message meant.
his head lifted almost immediately, searching through the audience before finding you two rows ahead. you didn't even look back, your attention stayed fixed on the stage as if you hadn't touched your phone at all.
you looked flawless. one leg crossed over the other, posture effortless, the stage lights catching the edges of your outfit every time the cameras swept across the crowd.
whenever the screen landed on you, you smiled so naturally nobody would've guessed a thing. nothing like you sending him a text like that.
jisung tore his eyes away before he made things worse for himself.
the next performance had barely started when he pushed himself out of his seat maybe a little too fast. because of the motion, a couple of members glanced at him.
he answered with an awkward smile and a clumsy gesture toward the hallway, mumbling something that sounded just believable enough before slipping away.
and backstage was busy enough that nobody questioned him. staff hurried past carrying equipment, someone called for makeup, someone else rushed toward the stage with an earpiece in hand.
jisung greeted everyone he passed almost automatically, barely registering any of it. his mind was somewhere else.
and by the time he spotted your dressing room near the end of the hallway, the door was already slightly open. almost like you'd known exactly how long it'd take him to get there.
he wiped his sweaty palms against his trousers, took one slow breath, and then pushed the door open. he gasped quietly when he saw you already there, waiting for him.
you had your arms crossed, leaning against the vanity, phone resting loosely in one hand. you looked up the second he stepped inside.
because you hadn't been looking at the screen. you'd been waiting for him.
you turned your phone around, showing him the screen. he took almost a full minute to arrive there as a desperate man. a small smile tugged at your lips and you didn't say a word. because you didn't have to.
jisung's stomach dropped. heat shot straight through him, sharp enough to make him suck in a quiet breath. he quickly hid it behind an awkward laugh as he reached behind himself to close the door.
his eyes never left you. “i couldn’t leave the guys alone, you know…” his voice came out smaller than he intended, pointing vaguely toward the hallway. “we were- i was…”
“i know”, you said, starting to walk toward him slowly.
and jisung instinctively took one step back, then another, and before he realized it, his back hit the door.
his heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud, wondering if you could hear it. fuck, you probably could.
your fingertips brushed over the front of his blazer, smoothing invisible wrinkles before sliding higher.
his breath caught when one finger slipped beneath his chin, lifting his face just enough to make him look at you. he let out the softest sound before he could stop himself.
your free hand reached behind him and a soft ‘click’ sound caught his attention, the lock slid into place. only then did you look back at him.
“you’re shaking”, you brushed his face with your eyes, slowly.
“i’m… i’m not-”, he laughed nervously, nothing but convincing.
his hands hovered uselessly between you, unsure where they were allowed to go. and your smile barely widened because of it. you caught the front of his blazer in one hand, keeping him exactly where he was.
his eyes stayed glued to yours, wide, waiting. you tilted his head to the side with surprising ease, his pulse fluttered beneath your fingers. he swallowed hard.
“i saw you out there”, you murmured, another shaky breath left him. “trying so hard to act normal”, you leaned in just enough for your voice to stay between the two of you. “pathetic.”
jisung's face burned instantly. you followed his clumsy movements, his hands had already moved, awkwardly trying to hide his crotch, rings catching the warm light as his fingers fidgeted against the fabric of his trousers.
cute. almost painfully so.
“eyes on me, jisung.”
your voice stayed soft. and, somehow, that only made it worse.
he looked back up immediately. his lips were slightly parted now, his breathing uneven. he couldn't stay still. every few seconds his weight shifted, his fingers tightening against the expensive fabric beneath them before relaxing again.
you reached up and patted his head once slowly, approving, then pressed a brief kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“good boy.”
jisung completely fell apart. the tension he'd been holding onto disappeared all at once. he dropped to his knees almost instantly, barely catching himself with his hands before looking back up at you.
his cheeks were completely flushed, lips pushed into the faintest pout, eyes already asking for more.
you blinked slowly. for a second, you almost reached for him. but instead, you turned away. teasing him was always more fun.
you crossed the room and settled into the armchair nearby, taking your time as you crossed one leg over the other deliberately.
you caught the way his expression tightened, the way his hands curled against his thighs. and he still didn't move. he simply stayed exactly where you'd left him, waiting for any command.
“go on”, you said, tilting your head ever so slightly. “come here and do you work.”
you didn’t motion for him. you didn’t have to. you simply leaned back into the armchair, spreading you legs just enough before resting your cheek against you palm, waiting.
and jisung understood immediately.
he was already moving before his brain could catch up, quickly crawling across the floor until he settled between your legs. his lips parted as he stared up at you, tongue darting out to wet them almost absentmindedly, completely gone.
his hands found your thighs first, warm, careful. they slid higher just enough to part your legs, giving him room to lean in. he started pressing desperate kisses against your skin, slow at first, then messier, wetter, unable to stop himself.
anything that got in the way was quickly pushed aside, barely thinking about it.
he simply moved your clothes enough to keep them from falling to the floor, one brief glance toward the door reminding him exactly where they were.
backstage. exactly where someone could walk in at any moment. but the thought only made his pulse race faster, making his trousers feel tighter.
his breathing hitched the second he carefully moved your panties aside.
“… baby” the word slipped out before he could stop it, almost worshipful.
his thumb traced a slow circle over your clit, knowing it’d make you shiver. your head tipped back almost immediately.
the contrast between his cool fingers and your warmth made your breath catch, your hand sinking into his hair without thinking.
you gave it one sharp tug, enough to pull his face closer to your pussy.
“s-stop teasing”, you muttered, voice already strained. “stop fucking around and put that mouth to good use.”
he looked up one last time exactly when you caught his chin between your fingers before giving his flushed cheek two light pats.
his bottom lip looked swollen from how much he'd been biting it, his cheeks were burning, and his eyes glossy. he nodded once firmly and then disappeared between your thighs without another word.
the first breath he took nearly made his eyes roll back. he'd missed you. missed this.
his grip tightened around your legs as his mouth found you, slow only for the first second before hunger completely took over. his movements lost every bit of composure.
his trousers suddenly felt unbearably tight. he could already feel the dampness inside his boxers, his entire body trembling as he held onto your thighs to steady himself.
every sound you made only encouraged him. every pull on his hair made him push closer, harder. he barely came up for air before going back to eat your pussy.
“so wet…” his voice came out muffled. “missed this so much…”
he was already leaning back in before he'd even finished speaking, completely absorbed.
you watched him through half-lidded eyes. his hair bounced with every movement, his brows stayed drawn together with ridiculous determination.
then, almost as if he could feel you watching, his eyes lifted. they found yours immediately, wide, soft, hopelessly devoted. a smile spread across your face.
“look at you”, your fingers tightened in his hair. “eating me out pathetically.”
the sound he made against you was embarrassingly needy. his thighs twitched, his hips shifted. he didn't even try hiding how badly your words affected him.
you laughed quietly. “bet you could come just for doing this.”
his fingers dug deeper into your thighs. and he only became sloppier after that. more desperate, more impatient.
his jaw was already slick, breathing unevenly as he chased every reaction he could pull from you. at a sudden moment, you started moving against his face. his eyes fluttered shut and a broken whine escaped him.
“mmh- gonna come on your mouth”, you breathed. “take it all, baby. be a good boy.”
another whimper came out of him. he couldn’t answer, he could barely think. everything narrowed down to your voice, your hands in his hair, the way you praised him only to mock him a second later.
he'd never get tired of it.
your body tensed and your breathing stuttered. your legs trembled around him as your hips pressed him impossibly closer. the release hit you all at once.
jisung stayed exactly where he was, patient, greedy. not pulling away for a single second. only once your breathing finally began to settle did he lift his head.
he looked absolutely ruined. hair sticking in every direction, face damp, lips swollen, panting hard with his tongue completely out.
you quietly fixed your clothes, smoothing out every wrinkle before checking your makeup in the small mirror resting nearby. jisung never looked away, not once.
then your eyes drifted lower. he was still hard. of course he was.
one eyebrow lifted. “you're close, aren't you?” a teasing smile spread across your face. “bet you’re already leaking inside your pants.”
his eyes immediately widened. he looked away so fast it made you laugh. his fingers started fidgeting together again. so adorable.
without much thought, you nudged your bare foot against him. and his reaction was immediate, a loud gasp followed by a helpless whine as both hands flew up to cover his face.
you couldn't help laughing. “no way!” your grin grew. “did you just come from that? you’re such a sensitive baby.”
“i-it’s not my fault!” he blurted, mortified. “you’re just… so hot and perfect. i can’t do anything about it…”
his voice only made you laugh harder. you pressed your foot against him once more, gentlier. and he whimpered again, fingers wrapping around your ankle almost instinctively.
his eyes silently begged you to stop. or maybe not.
“such a mess”, you murmured, smiling as you ruffled his hair. “you wouldn’t last a second if i let you fuck me. i’m sure.”
jisung shook his head so fast it almost looked frantic. his lips pressed into a thin line as he blinked repeatedly, trying to recover from the lingering sensitivity.
he opened his mouth, clearly about to come up with some embarrassingly weak excuse when a melodic knocking sound interrupted him.
“hey, sung! you there?” christopher's voice came through the door, slightly muffled. “we're up soon and... well, we kinda need you.”
jisung froze completely. every muscle in his body locked up as panic flashed across his face. his eyes shot straight to yours, widely open.
you barely reacted. instead, you leaned forward, brushing away the faint lipstick stain you'd left on the side of his neck before smoothing the collar of his blazer with practiced hands.
“breathe”, your voice stayed calm, steady.
jisung took one shaky inhale before another knock startled him. his grip around your ankle tightened without him even realizing it.
“jisung?”
you leaned in one last time. just enough for your lips to brush softly against his flushed cheek. a tiny gesture, barely anything. still, you watched some of the panic melt from his face.
“fix your hair”, your fingers combed through the messy strands you'd been responsible for only minutes ago. you took one last look. “better.”
you crossed the room and unlocked the door without hesitation. your hand rested on the handle for a second before you glanced back over your shoulder.
"try not to look so guilty”, the corner of your mouth lifted, just enough for only jisung to notice.
the door swung open and christopher blinked confused. his gaze landed on jisung first, red ears, flushed cheeks, completely disheveled hair.
then it shifted to you. perfectly composed, like you'd spent the last ten minutes doing absolutely nothing interesting.
"... right," he said, lips twitching with unmistakable amusement. "i'm not even gonna ask."
you offered him the same composed smile you'd worn all evening. "smart choice."
with that, you walked past him without another glance, disappearing into the constant bustle of backstage as though nothing had happened.
christopher waited until you were completely out of earshot before looking back at jisung.
"... rough night?"
jisung covered his face with both hands. "please don't."
a laugh escaped christopher as he clapped him on the shoulder.
"c'mon. you're on in three."
as they headed toward the stage, jisung's phone vibrated once inside his pocket. he already knew who it was. still, he couldn't stop himself from checking.
don't mess up the choreography.
a laugh escaped him before he could help it.
he locked the screen, handed his phone to the nearest staff member, then stepped into position beside the rest of the members like nothing had happened.
"yes, ma'am," he murmured, unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.
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on your knees.
summ: one text message was all it took for jisung to leave an award show and end up on his knees in your dressing room.
⋆ pairing: idol!jisung x idol!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: pwp, mean reader, pet names (baby, good boy), whimpering and whining, teasing, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk and needy jisung, hair pulling, face fucking?, coming untouched ⋆ words: 2.5k
a/n: i came up with this out of the blue yesterday and i’m happy with it. nevertheless, there’s no beta reading lmao. craving a munch jisung fic badly. enjoy!!! >_<
jisung kept both hands buried inside his jacket pockets, pretending to listen to whatever speech was happening on stage.
cameras kept flashing, people clapped, someone laughed a little too loudly.
he smiled when everyone else smiled, nodded whenever somebody looked his way, and applauded on cue. he looked exactly like he was supposed to.
then his phone buzzed inside his blazer and his whole act cracked. because he tried to ignore it. he really did.
but still, five seconds later, he was already slipping a hand inside his jacket, stealing a quick glance around the venue to make sure no camera had caught him.
his thumb hovered over the screen for barely a second before he unlocked it.
jagiya. backstage.
and that was it. no explanation, no emojis, no “please”. just one word that made him swallow hard.
warmth rushed straight to his face as his fingers tightened around the phone. his stomach flipped. suddenly, his palms felt damp against the expensive fabric of his suit.
because han jisung knew exactly what that message meant.
his head lifted almost immediately, searching through the audience before finding you two rows ahead. you didn't even look back, your attention stayed fixed on the stage as if you hadn't touched your phone at all.
you looked flawless. one leg crossed over the other, posture effortless, the stage lights catching the edges of your outfit every time the cameras swept across the crowd.
whenever the screen landed on you, you smiled so naturally nobody would've guessed a thing. nothing like you sending him a text like that.
jisung tore his eyes away before he made things worse for himself.
the next performance had barely started when he pushed himself out of his seat maybe a little too fast. because of the motion, a couple of members glanced at him.
he answered with an awkward smile and a clumsy gesture toward the hallway, mumbling something that sounded just believable enough before slipping away.
and backstage was busy enough that nobody questioned him. staff hurried past carrying equipment, someone called for makeup, someone else rushed toward the stage with an earpiece in hand.
jisung greeted everyone he passed almost automatically, barely registering any of it. his mind was somewhere else.
and by the time he spotted your dressing room near the end of the hallway, the door was already slightly open. almost like you'd known exactly how long it'd take him to get there.
he wiped his sweaty palms against his trousers, took one slow breath, and then pushed the door open. he gasped quietly when he saw you already there, waiting for him.
you had your arms crossed, leaning against the vanity, phone resting loosely in one hand. you looked up the second he stepped inside.
because you hadn't been looking at the screen. you'd been waiting for him.
you turned your phone around, showing him the screen. he took almost a full minute to arrive there as a desperate man. a small smile tugged at your lips and you didn't say a word. because you didn't have to.
jisung's stomach dropped. heat shot straight through him, sharp enough to make him suck in a quiet breath. he quickly hid it behind an awkward laugh as he reached behind himself to close the door.
his eyes never left you. “i couldn’t leave the guys alone, you know…” his voice came out smaller than he intended, pointing vaguely toward the hallway. “we were- i was…”
“i know”, you said, starting to walk toward him slowly.
and jisung instinctively took one step back, then another, and before he realized it, his back hit the door.
his heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud, wondering if you could hear it. fuck, you probably could.
your fingertips brushed over the front of his blazer, smoothing invisible wrinkles before sliding higher.
his breath caught when one finger slipped beneath his chin, lifting his face just enough to make him look at you. he let out the softest sound before he could stop himself.
your free hand reached behind him and a soft ‘click’ sound caught his attention, the lock slid into place. only then did you look back at him.
“you’re shaking”, you brushed his face with your eyes, slowly.
“i’m… i’m not-”, he laughed nervously, nothing but convincing.
his hands hovered uselessly between you, unsure where they were allowed to go. and your smile barely widened because of it. you caught the front of his blazer in one hand, keeping him exactly where he was.
his eyes stayed glued to yours, wide, waiting. you tilted his head to the side with surprising ease, his pulse fluttered beneath your fingers. he swallowed hard.
“i saw you out there”, you murmured, another shaky breath left him. “trying so hard to act normal”, you leaned in just enough for your voice to stay between the two of you. “pathetic.”
jisung's face burned instantly. you followed his clumsy movements, his hands had already moved, awkwardly trying to hide his crotch, rings catching the warm light as his fingers fidgeted against the fabric of his trousers.
cute. almost painfully so.
“eyes on me, jisung.”
your voice stayed soft. and, somehow, that only made it worse.
he looked back up immediately. his lips were slightly parted now, his breathing uneven. he couldn't stay still. every few seconds his weight shifted, his fingers tightening against the expensive fabric beneath them before relaxing again.
you reached up and patted his head once slowly, approving, then pressed a brief kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“good boy.”
jisung completely fell apart. the tension he'd been holding onto disappeared all at once. he dropped to his knees almost instantly, barely catching himself with his hands before looking back up at you.
his cheeks were completely flushed, lips pushed into the faintest pout, eyes already asking for more.
you blinked slowly. for a second, you almost reached for him. but instead, you turned away. teasing him was always more fun.
you crossed the room and settled into the armchair nearby, taking your time as you crossed one leg over the other deliberately.
you caught the way his expression tightened, the way his hands curled against his thighs. and he still didn't move. he simply stayed exactly where you'd left him, waiting for any command.
“go on”, you said, tilting your head ever so slightly. “come here and do you work.”
you didn’t motion for him. you didn’t have to. you simply leaned back into the armchair, spreading you legs just enough before resting your cheek against you palm, waiting.
and jisung understood immediately.
he was already moving before his brain could catch up, quickly crawling across the floor until he settled between your legs. his lips parted as he stared up at you, tongue darting out to wet them almost absentmindedly, completely gone.
his hands found your thighs first, warm, careful. they slid higher just enough to part your legs, giving him room to lean in. he started pressing desperate kisses against your skin, slow at first, then messier, wetter, unable to stop himself.
anything that got in the way was quickly pushed aside, barely thinking about it.
he simply moved your clothes enough to keep them from falling to the floor, one brief glance toward the door reminding him exactly where they were.
backstage. exactly where someone could walk in at any moment. but the thought only made his pulse race faster, making his trousers feel tighter.
his breathing hitched the second he carefully moved your panties aside.
“… baby” the word slipped out before he could stop it, almost worshipful.
his thumb traced a slow circle over your clit, knowing it’d make you shiver. your head tipped back almost immediately.
the contrast between his cool fingers and your warmth made your breath catch, your hand sinking into his hair without thinking.
you gave it one sharp tug, enough to pull his face closer to your pussy.
“s-stop teasing”, you muttered, voice already strained. “stop fucking around and put that mouth to good use.”
he looked up one last time exactly when you caught his chin between your fingers before giving his flushed cheek two light pats.
his bottom lip looked swollen from how much he'd been biting it, his cheeks were burning, and his eyes glossy. he nodded once firmly and then disappeared between your thighs without another word.
the first breath he took nearly made his eyes roll back. he'd missed you. missed this.
his grip tightened around your legs as his mouth found you, slow only for the first second before hunger completely took over. his movements lost every bit of composure.
his trousers suddenly felt unbearably tight. he could already feel the dampness inside his boxers, his entire body trembling as he held onto your thighs to steady himself.
every sound you made only encouraged him. every pull on his hair made him push closer, harder. he barely came up for air before going back to eat your pussy.
“so wet…” his voice came out muffled. “missed this so much…”
he was already leaning back in before he'd even finished speaking, completely absorbed.
you watched him through half-lidded eyes. his hair bounced with every movement, his brows stayed drawn together with ridiculous determination.
then, almost as if he could feel you watching, his eyes lifted. they found yours immediately, wide, soft, hopelessly devoted. a smile spread across your face.
“look at you”, your fingers tightened in his hair. “eating me out pathetically.”
the sound he made against you was embarrassingly needy. his thighs twitched, his hips shifted. he didn't even try hiding how badly your words affected him.
you laughed quietly. “bet you could come just for doing this.”
his fingers dug deeper into your thighs. and he only became sloppier after that. more desperate, more impatient.
his jaw was already slick, breathing unevenly as he chased every reaction he could pull from you. at a sudden moment, you started moving against his face. his eyes fluttered shut and a broken whine escaped him.
“mmh- gonna come on your mouth”, you breathed. “take it all, baby. be a good boy.”
another whimper came out of him. he couldn’t answer, he could barely think. everything narrowed down to your voice, your hands in his hair, the way you praised him only to mock him a second later.
he'd never get tired of it.
your body tensed and your breathing stuttered. your legs trembled around him as your hips pressed him impossibly closer. the release hit you all at once.
jisung stayed exactly where he was, patient, greedy. not pulling away for a single second. only once your breathing finally began to settle did he lift his head.
he looked absolutely ruined. hair sticking in every direction, face damp, lips swollen, panting hard with his tongue completely out.
you quietly fixed your clothes, smoothing out every wrinkle before checking your makeup in the small mirror resting nearby. jisung never looked away, not once.
then your eyes drifted lower. he was still hard. of course he was.
one eyebrow lifted. “you're close, aren't you?” a teasing smile spread across your face. “bet you’re already leaking inside your pants.”
his eyes immediately widened. he looked away so fast it made you laugh. his fingers started fidgeting together again. so adorable.
without much thought, you nudged your bare foot against him. and his reaction was immediate, a loud gasp followed by a helpless whine as both hands flew up to cover his face.
you couldn't help laughing. “no way!” your grin grew. “did you just come from that? you’re such a sensitive baby.”
“i-it’s not my fault!” he blurted, mortified. “you’re just… so hot and perfect. i can’t do anything about it…”
his voice only made you laugh harder. you pressed your foot against him once more, gentlier. and he whimpered again, fingers wrapping around your ankle almost instinctively.
his eyes silently begged you to stop. or maybe not.
“such a mess”, you murmured, smiling as you ruffled his hair. “you wouldn’t last a second if i let you fuck me. i’m sure.”
jisung shook his head so fast it almost looked frantic. his lips pressed into a thin line as he blinked repeatedly, trying to recover from the lingering sensitivity.
he opened his mouth, clearly about to come up with some embarrassingly weak excuse when a melodic knocking sound interrupted him.
“hey, sung! you there?” christopher's voice came through the door, slightly muffled. “we're up soon and... well, we kinda need you.”
jisung froze completely. every muscle in his body locked up as panic flashed across his face. his eyes shot straight to yours, widely open.
you barely reacted. instead, you leaned forward, brushing away the faint lipstick stain you'd left on the side of his neck before smoothing the collar of his blazer with practiced hands.
“breathe”, your voice stayed calm, steady.
jisung took one shaky inhale before another knock startled him. his grip around your ankle tightened without him even realizing it.
“jisung?”
you leaned in one last time. just enough for your lips to brush softly against his flushed cheek. a tiny gesture, barely anything. still, you watched some of the panic melt from his face.
“fix your hair”, your fingers combed through the messy strands you'd been responsible for only minutes ago. you took one last look. “better.”
you crossed the room and unlocked the door without hesitation. your hand rested on the handle for a second before you glanced back over your shoulder.
"try not to look so guilty”, the corner of your mouth lifted, just enough for only jisung to notice.
the door swung open and christopher blinked confused. his gaze landed on jisung first, red ears, flushed cheeks, completely disheveled hair.
then it shifted to you. perfectly composed, like you'd spent the last ten minutes doing absolutely nothing interesting.
"... right," he said, lips twitching with unmistakable amusement. "i'm not even gonna ask."
you offered him the same composed smile you'd worn all evening. "smart choice."
with that, you walked past him without another glance, disappearing into the constant bustle of backstage as though nothing had happened.
christopher waited until you were completely out of earshot before looking back at jisung.
"... rough night?"
jisung covered his face with both hands. "please don't."
a laugh escaped christopher as he clapped him on the shoulder.
"c'mon. you're on in three."
as they headed toward the stage, jisung's phone vibrated once inside his pocket. he already knew who it was. still, he couldn't stop himself from checking.
don't mess up the choreography.
a laugh escaped him before he could help it.
he locked the screen, handed his phone to the nearest staff member, then stepped into position beside the rest of the members like nothing had happened.
"yes, ma'am," he murmured, unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.
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certified loser.
summ: one ignored boyfriend, one game console, and forty-three minutes of pathetic yearning is all you need to know jisung is losing his mind.
⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!mean!reader, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart), kissing, teasing, lots of whining and whimpering, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk jisung, multiple rounds, hair pulling, scratching, tit playing, breeding kink, overstimulation, piv, creampie, unprotected s*x, soft ending ⋆ words: 2.9k
a/n: comeback so good it revived me from the ashes. final exams were killing me, but holy shit if i tell you i entered in a flow state during an all-nighter and i wrote peak. i couldn’t decide if i wanted a pussydrunk jisung or a sex-addicted jisung, so why not have both in one? 😋
jisung had been staring in your direction for so long that he'd given up pretending he was actually studying.
his laptop was still sitting open on the desk, the document due tomorrow casting a pale glow across his face. the cursor blinked halfway through an unfinished sentence, as if it were still waiting for him to remember what the hell he'd been trying to write nearly an hour ago.
every time he managed to force himself to look at the screen for more than a few seconds, he'd end up looking back without even realizing it, his gaze always landing in the exact same place: on you.
you'd claimed half of his bed like it had always belonged to you, completely oblivious to the absolute mess you were making of both his head and inside his sweatpants.
his console rested comfortably in your hands while you absentmindedly made your way through the game he'd recommended weeks ago, during one of those movie nights where he'd insisted you had to try it because “he knew you'd love it”.
every now and then you'd shift around, just like you did now, folding one leg onto the mattress and sinking a little deeper into the pile of plushies you'd called "ridiculously adorable" a few weeks back.
the movement was tiny, almost absentminded, but it was enough for the hem of your skirt to ride a few inches higher up your thighs, letting jisung steal a glimpse of your lace panties.
and jisung had to remind himself that he was supposedly a fully functioning adult who was failing miserably at both parts of that description considering he couldn't do a damn thing about the painfully hard, needy erection straining against his sweatpants.
he let out a defeated sigh, dragging a hand through his messy hair before letting his head fall back against the worn-out gaming chair. sigh after sigh escaped him, none of them enough to make you look up.
"you're doing that again," your voice came without warning, soft, laced with that teasing, almost mocking tone you always used with him.
jisung's head snapped up immediately, sitting straighter in his chair. his big doe eyes met yours for barely a second before realizing you weren't actually looking at him at all, you were still focused on your game as though the conversation didn't deserve your full attention.
"d-doing what?" he mumbled, his voice nervous.
"sighing all pathetically because you want my attention," you said simply, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
the silence that followed was short and painfully humiliating.
jisung looked away toward the shelf crammed with comics and collectible figures, as though one of them might magically offer him a less embarrassing answer or maybe enough courage to actually admit what he wanted while you sat there looking so effortlessly indifferent.
he could've sworn his cock twitched inside his pants the moment he watched you shift again, giving him an even better view that only managed to fuck with his head even more.
he cleared his throat, awkwardly pushing his glasses up with one finger to buy himself a few extra seconds of courage, though the embarrassed look never left his face.
"i-i'm... bored," he muttered quietly.
"uhm... what a shame,” your voice stayed perfectly neutral, even if the tiny smile lingering on your lips completely ruined the act.
a muffled whine escaped him as he slumped even farther into his chair. a pout settled on his face beneath an impressively deep frown.
he looked exactly like a grumpy cat that had just been denied attention.
"you're mean to me sometimes," he admitted, sounding almost childishly offended.
and yet, despite the complaint, a rush of heat shot straight through his body the second you glanced up for just a moment and laughed quietly to yourself.
"if you're bored, find something to do, jisung."
he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, letting both hands rest on his thighs. his lips parted as he searched for something clever to say or maybe enough words to beg for a second of your attention.
"i... wanna do something..." he hesitated, already regretting saying it. "b-but it depends on you."
you spared him another brief glance, studying his nervous expression as though looking for some clue about whatever it was that had him trembling in anticipation.
you raised an eyebrow curiously before turning your attention back to the screen again, like it wasn't all that important.
"what do you want, jisung?"
silence immediately settled between you.
jisung opened his mouth and closed it, then sighed in defeat all over again. he tried to organize his thoughts, but his mind kept circling back to the ache between his legs from simply having you sitting a few feet away.
your expression shifted ever so slightly when you noticed how much he was struggling with whatever was running through his head.
and there was something deeply satisfying about realizing he'd gotten so hopelessly lost in you that he couldn't even put into words the exact thing you'd been waiting all afternoon for him to ask.
"i just..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "...c-can i... do something for you?"
you paused the game, setting the console aside before finally looking at him properly. a slow smile spread across your face. not mocking, not surprised.
the smile of someone whose suspicions had just been confirmed.
"come here,” you patted the mattress beside you.
jisung was already on his feet before he'd even fully processed the command, making your smile widen just a little more.
only seconds later he was kneeling on the bed in front of you, cheeks burning bright red, hair thoroughly messed up from running his fingers through it all evening, those huge puppy eyes fixed on your face as he waited.
that devoted look did dangerous things to you. you felt heat bloom low in your stomach as you watched him struggle to keep his eyes on your face.
you spread your bent legs a little wider on the mattress, giving jisung a better view. your skirt rode up just enough that nothing stood in his way anymore.
his eyes dropped almost instinctively before meeting yours again. the blush slowly spread across his cheeks, tinting even the tips of his ears, and he swallowed hard. his expression tightened when another pulse of arousal shot through him at the mere thought of touching you.
"if you want it that badly..." you settled more comfortably against the pillows. "quit dancing around it and do what you came here to ask for."
his eyes immediately found yours again. you knew he was silently thanking you, completely stunned, unable to put together a single coherent thought now that his brain had practically melted under the weight of everything he was feeling.
his trembling fingers brushed against your legs, gently stroking your warm, soft skin. then he settled both hands carefully over your thighs.
"i-i'm sorry... c-can you spread your legs a little bit more... p-please?" his voice came out quiet, shaky, completely lost.
you obeyed slowly, never once breaking eye contact. you grabbed the hem of your skirt and lifted it all the way up while spreading your legs until your knees brushed against the mattress.
and jisung didn't waste another second.
he leaned down until his face hovered only inches away from your warmth, letting out a shaky breath against you. a shiver raced through your body, drawing a soft whimper from your lips.
his fingers dug a little deeper into your smooth skin, partly to keep you where you were and partly because he needed something to hold onto before he completely lost the little sanity he had left.
that resolve shattered the moment his thumb brushed over your panties and immediately felt the dampness soaking through the fabric.
his head snapped up, his wide doe eyes sparkled with pure disbelief. the air caught in his lungs as he slowly stroked over the damp fabric before clumsily pushing your panties aside with barely concealed desperation.
"c-calm down, hannie..."
you breathed unevenly, your brows knitting together slightly.
but he couldn't, not anymore. he buried himself between your thighs before he could stop himself. a high-pitched moan echoed through the room the instant his tongue dragged desperately through your wet folds.
your hands immediately found his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands before giving them a gentle tug.
"i told you to calm down, d-damn it,” your voice came out strained with pleasure.
he ignored you completely. instead, he sank in even deeper, licking and sucking at your entrance with a hunger that looked ready to consume him whole.
you could feel every warm breath against your cunt. his tongue worked like it was his last meal. his lips wrapped around your clit and his muffled moans vibrated straight through you.
"so good..." he barely pulled away enough to whisper it, his voice rough. "mmmh- do you like it, jagi?"
you nodded immediately, tugging on his hair once more as another wave of pleasure rolled through you.
moans spilled helplessly into your palm, your eyes rolling back as jisung found the perfect rhythm between pushing his tongue inside you and worshipping your clit with those swollen lips.
it was absolutely fucking with your head. unable to fight the heat building violently in your stomach any longer, your hips started moving instinctively against his mouth.
you were practically fucking his face, and all he could do was bury himself even deeper against you, chasing nothing but the chance to please you until the very last second.
his face was completely flushed, sweat beginning to bead across his skin while spit dripped from his chin. his glasses had fogged up and slipped crooked on his nose.
“need you to come on my face, p-please…,” he begged between shaky breaths, his voice rough and low. “want it so bad, fuck…”
his grip tightened around your thighs the second he felt you start trembling beneath his touch. you could hear him whine against your pussy, pouring every ounce of himself into making you come without letting himself do it in the process.
carefully, he let go of one of your thighs, bringing his thumb up to rub slow circles over your clit while his mouth kept fucking your entrance, sucking and licking without mercy.
“jisung, wait, s’too much…” you whimpered between tiny sobs. “m’gonna come-”
you felt him shudder violently at your words, never slowing down even as his swollen lips were starting to go numb.
when the heat finally became unbearable, your mind went blissfully blank. you pushed him harder against your pussy, keeping him there until you came with a guttural moan, barely muffled by the small pillow beneath your head.
“yeah... just like that, just like that,” he murmured through breathless pants.
jisung kept working you through it gently until you had completely come down, your release slowly soaking into the red sheets beneath you. but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. if anything, a proud little smile spread across his face as he looked up at you with nothing but adoration.
while you were still trying to catch your breath, your eyes caught the small wet patch staining the front of his sweatpants. a tiny smile tugged at your lips, making jisung blink in confusion before letting out a helpless whimper when you lightly pressed your foot against the outline of his erection.
“need more, hannie?” you asked shamelessly, your voice dripping with arousal.
he winced at the painful pleasure, overwhelmed by the desperate need to bury himself inside you, to finally feel you wrapped around him, milking every last bit out of him. the thought alone pulled another quiet whine from his lips.
“if you want something, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart,” you teased.
unable to take it anymore, jisung shoved both his sweatpants and underwear down in one quick motion, kicking them somewhere across the room where they couldn't possibly matter right now. he hissed as the cool air hit his flushed, aching erection.
your gaze settled on him, watching him slowly stroke himself while looking at you with hopeful eyes. you let out a quiet laugh at how utterly pathetic and needy he looked before giving him a small nod.
“go ahead, jisung.”
an audible whine was all you got in return. his fingers brushed against your wet pussy as he awkwardly lined himself up. he shot you one last nervous glance before pressing his swollen tip against your warm entrance, gasping loudly at the suffocating heat.
you whimpered the moment you felt him pushing inside, his cock slowly stretching you open until the head nudged against your cervix in one smooth thrust. your back arched off the bed, your toes curling as pleasure washed over you.
“oh my god- you're so tight,” he gasped, his voice shaky with disbelief. “i-i could cum right now... shit- you're perfect, made for me...”
jisung buried his face in your shoulder, his breathing uneven. one hand stayed firmly planted on your waist while the other clumsily kneaded one of your breasts, messy and desperate.
“j-jisung...” you whimpered into his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “you wanna cum inside me...?” you whispered sweetly, your voice barely steady.
jisung let out another broken whine against the pillow beneath you, nodding with burning cheeks. his hips bucked into you on instinct, completely overwhelmed by the warm, wet grip of your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“oh fuck, yes, baby. you're so warm.” he left a small bite on your shoulder, completely drunk on the feeling. “wanna cum inside you so bad... let me fill you, pleasepleaseplease-”
you whimpered along with him as jisung started thrusting in and out of you over and over again, his movements frantic and completely uncoordinated.
the wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against your soaked pussy and sliding perfectly back inside filled the room. your nails dug into his back as he kept hitting your cervix over and over, your eyes stinging from how overwhelming it felt.
“god, you're so- fuck- can't stop, s'too much,” he whined, his voice cracking into something high-pitched and broken.
his pace only got faster, pulling all the way out before driving himself deep inside you again and again. your muffled moans against the pillow blended with his desperate noises and the incoherent curses spilling from his lips.
“oh god, wanna stay buried in your pussy, fuck you like this every day,” he mumbled against your damp skin, panting, completely gone. “holy shit, baby... i'm- i'm gonna-”
“you're doing so good, hannie...” you whispered, your mind hazy and your throat sore from all the moaning. “do it. please... come inside me. fill me completely-”
his hips fell into a shaky rhythm, every thrust messy but deep. his hands grabbed at your breasts needily, mesmerized by the way they bounced every time he pushed back inside you. he felt completely dizzy, hopelessly overstimulated by how perfect you looked taking him.
“babe, m'gonna-”
his cock twitched inside you, pulsing. jisung's fingers dug into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he came hard inside you, filling you little by little. it was a heavy load, more than you could fully take, and you could feel it slowly spilling back out, coating both of you in the process.
the room settled into a comfortable silence, heavy but warm. you could feel your muscles slowly unclench, your heartbeat finally beginning to slow, sleep already creeping in around the edges.
jisung was practically lying on top of you. not gracefully, not even romantically. or maybe it was romantic. he just seemed physically incapable of existing more than a few inches away from you, like he'd actually die of sadness if he had to.
one arm stayed wrapped around your waist while he buried his face into your shoulder, completely relaxed. you could feel his fingers lazily combing through your hair.
he honestly looked like a cat that had finally found the perfect spot to nap.
“you're crushing me,” you mumbled, even though your voice came out soft, almost fond.
jisung didn't move an inch, still absentmindedly stroking your hair.
“mhm,” he hummed, letting out a peaceful sigh. “i love you so much, y'know?”
he lifted his head just enough to look you in the eyes. his hair was a complete mess, his glasses halfway down his nose, and the most ridiculously happy expression had taken over his face.
you stayed quiet for a second, feeling warmth spread across your cheeks at something so simple and somehow so meaningful. you reached up to smooth his hair back before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“you're so clingy,” you whispered against his mouth, smiling when he let out a tiny, offended little noise.
he immediately tucked his face back into your shoulder again, shifting just enough to make sure his still-sleepy body weight wasn't bothering you too much. he looked completely unbothered, like your teasing had stopped getting to him.
“i love you too, jisung,” you whispered into his ear, your voice quiet but certain.
your nails began tracing slow, familiar patterns across his back, exactly the way you knew he loved. you could've sworn you heard something dangerously close to a purr every time your fingers brushed over his skin. he left a couple lazy kisses against you before letting out the softest laugh, ridiculously happy over something as simple as those four little words.
and for the first time all afternoon, jisung looked completely, utterly satisfied. and not because he'd won anything, but because, after chasing it all day he finally had exactly what he'd been looking for from the very beginning: you.
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han ig update
HE'S SO HOT NERD BOYFRIEND CODED UGH i need him so bad!!! >.<
you're banned!
summ: jisung interrupted your entire afternoon because he wanted attention. now he’s facing the consequences of bothering you.
⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!reader (slightly mean too), “just the tip” trope, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart, good boy), lots of whining, whimpering and begging, teasing, kissing, grinding, thighjob, pussyjob?, multiple rounds (implied), hair pulling, overstimulation, coming untouched ⋆ words: 1.9k
a/n: this one was requested and i fear i lost my mind the second i read the prompt. i’d never written a thighjob before, so please be gentle with me and trust that i tried my best 🫡 either way, this was ridiculously fun to write. hope you enjoy! 😚💞
han jisung looked absolutely miserable.
and in any other situation you probably would've felt bad for him. you would've given up much sooner, unable to withstand the ridiculous way he looked at you whenever he wanted something.
but after spending the entire afternoon chasing after your attention, after listening to him insist over and over again with that infuriating determination, seeing him reduced to a mess of incoherent begging was far more satisfying than it should've been.
he'd spent the last half hour hiding his face against your neck, clinging to you as if the closeness alone could somehow make up for everything else.
his words blended together between gasps, half-formed apologies, and promises he probably wasn't even thinking through properly anymore thanks to the warm, suffocating sensation of having his cock trapped between your thighs.
“baby, please- i’m so s-sorry...,” he panted, voice cracked and worn down from begging.
you deliberately ignored him. rolled your hips just a little, slow and teasing, feeling his entire body react immediately.
your nails remained dug into his shoulders’ skin, using him for support while you tried to keep a clear head. the warm pressure of his throbbing cock was beginning to affect your own self-control.
his trembling hands remained locked around your hips. it was a constant contradiction: on one hand, he begged you to stop torturing him and give him what he wanted. on the other, he was the one guiding your movements whenever he lost control.
“j-jagi, i swear it would- ah, fuck- it would never happen a-again...” he promised between another embarrassed moan.
he kept insisting with the same exhausting need that had followed you around all afternoon.
if someone had walked into the apartment right then, they probably would've assumed you were punishing him for something terrible.
and maybe, in a way, you were.
and then it happened again.
you felt his entire body tense all at once. his fingers dug into your skin and a completely broken sound escaped his throat.
he buried his face even deeper against you as he came hard between the soft, slick warmth of your thighs. still thrusting weakly and clumsily between your legs, trying to drag his orgasm out for as long as possible.
“oh my god...” he barely whispered before another broken whine followed.
you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, slowly stroking his damp chest.
“there we go...” you murmured, satisfaction slipping into your voice. “such a good boy. so good for me, sweetheart.”
jisung practically melted beneath you. his eyes stayed shut. his breathing remained uneven. mumbling nonsense against your skin while he tried to remember how to think properly again.
but you knew han jisung far too well. you knew perfectly well this wasn't over.
you knew it from the way his hands started roaming your body again almost immediately.
from the way his cock remained hard between your thighs, still rocking into them clumsily. from the way his attention returned to you with the same obsessive intensity as always.
from the way he kept chasing your lips, desperate to feel all of you.
“baby, please...” his voice came out sluggish. “let me in... just for a second...” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut. “i’ll be good. i swear, just- fuck-!”
he seemed genuinely convinced he could still change your mind. because even exhausted, flushed, and completely unraveled, he was still trying to negotiate his way out of the ban.
still looking at you with those huge, shining eyes that rolled back every time the swollen head of his cock pressed deliciously between your soft skin, sliding easily through his own slick and the wetness gathering between your thighs.
“mmmh- so wet...” he gasped, speeding up. “oh shit-”
jisung groaned and panted, feeling the glorious pressure as he buried himself fully between your legs. a shaky moan escaped your lips when he brushed teasingly against your folds.
the head of his cock nudged your warm entrance. his entire body shuddered. he swallowed hard while unconsciously pushing his hips against it.
“jisung, no.” your voice came out firm, final. “you’re banned.”
the sound of protest he made was so pathetic it was impossible to take seriously. your fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly.
you could feel him trembling beneath you. could hear the pathetic sounds he made whenever your hips started moving up and down in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
“pleasepleaseplease-” he whined, the plea tumbling out all at once. “i’ll behave. i would do anything, but- please... let me fuck you good, jagi...”
it would've sounded much more convincing if he didn't already look seconds away from falling apart.
you leaned closer, trailing wet kisses from his chest all the way up to his ear, brushing your teeth lightly against his earlobe.
“is that what you want, jisung?”
he immediately shivered when your warm breath hit his damp skin.
“y-yes- fuck, yes!” he swallowed. “wanna be inside you so bad...”
the sincerity of his answer was almost funny.
there was no pride left. no strategy. just overwhelming need demanding immediate attention before he completely lost his mind.
his movements had become erratic. his hands kept roaming over you without knowing where to stay. his hair stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were completely red.
every time he looked up, he seemed to forget whatever he had wanted to say. his doe eyes remained locked on yours, pathetically begging while rolling back every time your lips found another patch of warm skin.
“wanna come inside me?” you murmured against his skin.
and that question completely destroyed him.
you watched him squeeze his eyes shut and cling to you with almost inhuman desperation. heard the moan he tried to hide against your neck.
he nodded far too quickly. desperate, needy.
his thrusts speeding up every time his cock slid through the wetness coating your thighs. his trembling fingers tracing along your legs slowly, almost reverently.
“you're so needy.” your laugh came out soft. “how embarrassing.”
“n-not fair...” he protested weakly before the sentence died. “please...”
“you got yourself into this mess, jisung.
his eyes closed when you kissed him. and for a few seconds, he seemed to forget how breathing worked altogether.
every time you leaned in again, he sighed into your lips like he was chasing something impossible to reach. his chest rose and fell unevenly. his hands seemed incapable of staying still.
when you pulled back just enough to look at him, another wave of heat swept through your body and settled deep in your stomach.
because he was completely gone.
his lips hung slightly open. his tongue peeking out shyly whenever his breathing became too shaky. his eyes unfocused. as if every ounce of his attention belonged entirely to you.
“are you gonna give up?” you murmured against his skin. “be a good boy and come for me, jisung.”
the words seemed to pass straight through him.
a violent shiver traveled from head to toe. his toes curled. his fingers dug into your skin hard enough to leave marks.
“b-baby...” his voice barely existed. “m’so close...” he panted desperately. “just the tip, please- you feel so good right now, i need it...”
you slowly shook your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
and somehow that only made everything worse.
your hips started moving in small circles, using the throbbing head of his cock for friction. the sounds escaping him blended together: tiny gasps, muffled moans, and pleas that weren't even attempting to form complete sentences anymore.
he was completely undone. and the harder he tried to recover, the more obvious it became that he'd lost the battle a long time ago.
you closed your eyes, feeling your own breathing begin to quicken. you were close. he was fucking your thighs so well.
and the tighter you squeezed them together the closer you got, the more pleasure tore through his entire body.
you trembled above him, a shiver running through your body before settling deliciously between your legs, pulling a muffled moan from your throat against his neck.
soon you felt his cock beginning to pulse between your thighs. felt his abdomen tense. felt him start trembling all over. he was close. he was going to fall apart all over again.
and you weren't doing much better.
the constant stimulation against your swollen, wet folds was making you lose your mind. jisung was pumping his hips with desperate rhythm. the overwhelming sensation of sliding so easily through the mess he'd already made was completely breaking him apart.
it was so hot and slick that if he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was your cunt taking him perfectly. every tiny miscalculation that made him brush your entrance pulled an audible whine from him.
“mmmh-! babe, i-i’m gonna-!”
and just like before, jisung came unexpectedly. without grace, without dignity. without any way of hiding how much he'd enjoyed it.
his cock contracted rapidly, spilling in several desperate bursts, soaking the already ruined sheets beneath you and sliding hot and sticky between your legs.
“i-it’s okay, sung. you did so good... f-fuck-” you dragged the words out. “so good for me- shit... m’so close...” you whined against his shoulder.
your back arched as your entire body tightened and trembled.
you could feel your own wetness gathering and slowly sliding down your thighs. your body felt completely overstimulated. completely lost.
and for the next few seconds, the only thing that existed was the sound of both of you trying to breathe normally again.
and for the first time all afternoon, han jisung stopped negotiating.
stopped insisting. stopped searching for impossible arguments and desperate promises. he simply held you in his arms, resting his face against your shoulder while his fingers absentmindedly traced your waist.
“jagi...” he murmured, voice rough and exhausted.
you kept your eyes closed a little longer, enjoying the warm weight of him against you.
“what...?”
jisung didn't answer immediately.
when you lifted your head enough to look at him, you found something unexpected. his eyes hesitated. his cheeks remained faintly pink. a shy smile threatening to appear at the corner of his lips.
“are you not mad at me anymore?”
you blinked.
the question was so ridiculously sincere that a laugh escaped before you could stop it.
jisung immediately frowned.
“i’m serious!”
“i know, i know.”
his expression turned slightly accusatory.
“i thought you were gonna keep the punishment going for months...”
you snorted out a laugh. watching him hide his face deeper into your neck while waiting for a proper answer.
as if his entire afternoon had revolved around that one concern.
your hand moved into his hair, brushing away a few damp strands stuck to his forehead.
“as long as you learned your lesson...” you began. “i don't see why the punishment should continue.”
jisung immediately pushed himself upright onto his knees, staring at you with bright, hopeful eyes.
“wait- does that mean i’m not sex banned anymore?!”
you just stared at him.
“that's the conclusion you got from all of this.”
“s-sorry...” he mumbled, though the smile on his face completely betrayed him. “so... yes or no?”
you rolled your eyes. he really could be an adorable dork when he wanted to be.
you ran a hand through his still-messy hair and nodded.
“you're not sex banned anymore.”
jisung's only response was immediately pulling you into another hug, completely pleased with himself.
and watching him smile like that, as if he'd just won the lottery instead of simply regaining privileges he'd lost himself, you couldn't help thinking that maybe this really had turned into one of the best days of his life.
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I had a vision last night for a request- jisung + pussyjob/thighjob. For whatever reason he’s not allowed to fuck. He’s on a ban. But bro is shaking and whining at being so wet and warm and close and you KNOW he’s begging “cmon, just the tip. Just a little bit. I’ll be so good”
well YES! 😋 congratulations, you've just created a brand new need inside my brain: han 'whiny' jisung on a sex ban. i'm obsessed with the concept already and i'll definitely be keeping this one very close 👀
