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[grungeham]

just a second.

summ: jisung is already shaking from grinding against you. somehow, he still thinks ‘just the tip’ is a reasonable suggestion. 

⋆ pairing: nerd!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: “just the tip” trope, perv!jisung too, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetie), kissing, A LOT of whimpering and whining, tit play, edging, teasing, cumming, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, rough sex, soft ending (if you squint) ⋆ words: 2.8k

a/n: this could be my third perv!jisung fic in a row? yes. i’m totally obsessed with him. i was thinking about gatekeeping this until friday/saturday, but i’m gonna be kind and let you read this finger licking fic today 😚 this trope is my comfort zone, so i ended this asap. i hope you enjoy this as much as i do. enjoy! <3

the show was still playing from jisung’s laptop, some loud scene getting drowned out by dialogue neither of you had actually listened to in at least twenty minutes.

at some point he’d ended up on top of you, settled between your legs like it had happened by accident.

except, honestly, both of you knew it hadn’t been an accident at all. your makeout sessions always started the same way: slow, distracted, a couple soft laughs in between.

and then jisung completely lost his mind.

you felt him sigh against your mouth the second your hand slipped under his hoodie, barely brushing the warm skin of his waist.

his hips moved against you on instinct and he let out a broken sound, immediately hiding his face in your neck like he was embarrassed with himself the second after.

“fuck…” he whined, the word coming out muffled. “so wet…”

jisung kept rubbing the tip through your soaked folds, hissing every time he accidentally brushed your entrance. his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, feeling his cock throb at the thought of finally being inside you.

you breathed softly, fingers sliding up the back of his neck, playing with his hair while your nails lightly scraped at his skin. and jisung literally trembled on top of you.

you couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at your lips. because jisung was completely gone. his eyes stayed locked on his own movements, brows furrowed as he whimpered whenever the feeling got too intense.

and still, he kept looking at you with that completely lost expression that always showed up right before he started begging.

“p-please…” he panted, voice shaky, broken. “god- baby… let me in- fuck- i promise i’ll be good…”

his doe eyes looked glossy while he stared at you like he was begging without even realizing it. his cheeks were bright red, glasses crooked, lips swollen from kissing so much he could barely close them properly anymore.

and somehow he was still trying to grind closer again, body trembling, those pathetic little sounds completely ruining your head.

“don’t,” you breathed out, frowning a little when he pushed his hips against you again.

jisung let out a small frustrated sound into your neck.

“but, baby… need you so bad,” he whimpered quietly. “need to be inside you…”

the way he said it almost ruined you too, because jisung was completely out of it.

you shook your head, finding it harder and harder to think with his cock pathetically dragging against your folds and your clit. and don’t even get started on the messy, desperate, wet kisses he kept scattering all over your body.

every touch seemed to go straight through him. he trembled whenever your nails scraped his neck, whimpered against your skin whenever you kissed him too deep, and kept burying his face in your neck every time he got embarrassed by the sounds leaving him.

jisung was inexperienced. out of all his hobbies and obsessions, he’d genuinely never considered the possibility of touching a real woman. or at least, not until you started dating a few months ago.

ever since then, every single makeout session had gotten erotic enough for jisung to cum in his pants from just a couple kisses and touches alone.

it was ridiculously adorable.

and probably the worst part was that he wasn’t even trying to act sexy. jisung just looked like this whenever he got desperate for you. messy, shaky, completely incapable of thinking straight.

“jisung,” you murmured, fingers slowly running through his damp hair. “you’re already struggling.”

he let out another one of those miserable little sounds immediately.

“if we actually have sex,” you continued, “you’re gonna lose your mind.”

and that seemed to completely destroy him.

he buried his face in your neck instantly with a muffled moan, though his hands still wandered over you absentmindedly like he physically couldn’t stop touching you. your waist, your thighs, your tits. any part of you he could hold onto without completely losing it.

his breathing was a warm mess against your skin. his movements clumsy, wandering over you just to feel how soft and warm you were.

you could feel his uneven breaths against your neck, mumbling nonsense and kissing you chaotically. you whimpered when he finally pulled back to look at you with that devoted expression he always got around you.

“maybe…” he swallowed hard, breathless. “maybe just the tip?”

your laugh came out softer than expected. because of course jisung would still try negotiating despite trembling, flushed bright red, barely able to breathe right.

“sweetie, you’re shaking,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “i don’t think you can handle that.”

“i’ll be good,” he insisted quickly, almost stumbling over his own words. “i swear. i’d stop if you want me to- i can do it- i-i can behave… please…”

and honestly, seeing him like this was starting to drive you insane too.

you hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him sharply against you.

jisung let out a small broken whimper that died in his throat, briefly squeezing his eyes shut when he felt your wetness drag against his aching cock.

“you’re lucky i like you,” you murmured. “all right. go on. but if you lose your mind, that’s not my fault”

“oh my god- thank you,” he blurted out almost desperately, peppering quick clumsy kisses all over your face like he had no idea what to do with himself now that you’d actually said yes.

it was impossible not to laugh a little. because just minutes ago he’d been trying to act like he could control himself, and now he looked seconds away from passing out just from having you under him.

his hands trembled slightly, his breathing still completely wrecked. even the way he looked at you seemed too vulnerable for someone who’d spent the last twenty minutes shamelessly begging.

he moved closer slowly, way too focused on every little reaction from you to think straight anymore.

he wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up against you eagerly. and the second he pushed the head in, barely two centimeters, finally feeling you around him, his whole body froze completely still.

“oh my god…” he breathed out in a broken whisper.

his eyes shut immediately and one hand gripped your thigh like he needed something to hold onto. you could feel him shaking above you, breathing like he’d just run miles.

“shit… okay. okay, i’m good…” he tried to say, though he sounded completely destroyed by the end of it.

the smile that spread across your lips probably made everything worse. because the second he looked at you again and saw that pleased expression on your face, something inside him seemed to snap for good.

jisung let out another embarrassed little moan and buried his face in your neck instantly, like he was trying to survive the feeling.

“you’re doing good…” you whispered, running a hand slowly down his back.

and honestly, that didn’t help either.

you could feel him trying to control himself. the way he kept taking deep breaths, the way he slowly pulled himself back out of you, clearly losing his mind from how overwhelming it felt. he’d push in just a little before stopping again, like he was trying to buy himself time before completely losing it.

he dragged against your wet folds again, whining audibly every time he felt how tightly you took him. he could feel the urge to sink fully into you, make you moan his name, fill you completely.

“i-i’m behaving,” he murmured with a weak smile that disappeared immediately after another shaky gasp slipped out. “see?”

he started this tiny little pattern that was driving him straight to insanity. teasing your folds, brushing your entrance, slowly pushing in until his head spun from the pleasure, then pulling out before he embarrassed himself by cumming too fast.

you could practically see the superhuman effort in his movements, trembling every time he got a little deeper. until eventually he let out a frustrated whine, one that sounded genuinely desperate.

and that’s when you knew he’d already lost the fight with himself.

unable to take it anymore, jisung immediately dug his fingers into your thighs and slammed fully into you in one motion, stuffing you completely. one clumsy, needy thrust, completely out of control.

the sound he let out this time was almost miserable.

and he probably could’ve cum right there from how soft, wet, tight, and warm you felt around him. it felt unbelievably good. your cunt pressed against his hips, taking him completely with no problem at all.

it felt so good that the only thing he could think to do was grip your thighs tightly just so he could stay buried inside you until he got used to how tight you were.

“ji-jisung? you- ah…” you gasped, voice breaking in surprise.

but jisung wasn’t really listening anymore. or at least not fully.

something in his expression changed instantly. that desperate little look he always got whenever you were too close, whenever you touched him just a little too much.

and then he started moving again. started thrusting in and out in this messy, hungry rhythm like he was trying to get even closer to you somehow, even though there wasn’t any possible space left between you anymore.

his broken moans and pathetic whimpers every time his tip hit your cervix mercilessly were loud enough to make you worry someone might hear. you watched his tongue fall out slightly as he panted, feeling you squeeze him impossibly tight.

“oh shit- baby, you’re so fucking tight i-” a whine interrupted him, sounding completely wrecked. “i-i think m’gonna come already. god- i-i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to- fuck…”

jisung didn’t even know where to put his hands anymore. one second he was gripping your waist and the next he was touching you everywhere like he needed to feel every inch of you before completely losing his mind.

“oh fuck- you were totally right. you feel so fucking good- mmmh- i’m already losing it…”

you literally couldn’t respond. every thrust was so deep and overwhelming that all you could do was moan incoherently, nails digging into his back for support.

jisung moved erratically against you, pleasure crashing into him nonstop. he couldn’t think anymore. he was completely buried between your legs. your body twisted beneath him, trembling and taking him fully. his hands found your breasts again, squeezing and kneading desperately, not even knowing where to start.

completely ruined.

“mmmh- you feel- fuck- you feel even better than i thought, jagi…” he sighed against your hot skin, voice completely gone.

his glasses were fogged up now. hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen from all the desperate kisses he kept leaving on your neck, your tits, any skin he could reach.

and still, he kept looking at you with that devastated expression, like he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this.

he lowered his head and pressed it between your breasts. leaving a trail of open-mouthed, wet, sucking kisses. your back arched the second you felt his hot breath against your sensitive nipples.

it felt like heaven. jisung genuinely thought nothing had ever felt as good as the moans spilling out of you with every touch, lick, and kiss he left on your skin.

“fuck- i think i’m addicted to you…” he let out between shaky breaths. “too much, too much. you’re milking me so good…”

the confession came out so pathetic and sincere that your heart literally skipped a beat.

jisung needed more. he needed everything from you. your moans and shaky breaths in his ear were pushing him right to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs hugging his body tightly, trying to pull him deeper.

jisung felt like he could do this for hours and hours. except, unfortunately, his body had completely different plans.

breathing was getting harder and harder. keeping a steady rhythm without fully losing his mind was becoming impossible. the heat in his stomach was unbearable and he knew it.

he knew it from the way his movements were getting sloppier, from how his hands trembled against your body, from how he couldn’t stop staring at you.

your broken breaths only made everything worse. every tiny sound you let out had jisung reacting immediately with a gasp, an embarrassed moan, his hips speeding up, getting sloppier before he could stop himself.

“oh my god…” he whispered in a broken breath, desperately searching for your lips.

his thrusts were deep, rough, but inexperienced. he just wanted to stay completely inside you, fucking you mercilessly until he could empty every last drop into you.

you moaned against his lips with every thrust, desperate, whiny from the feeling, and jisung could feel every sound running straight through his body and directly into his cock.

then he looked down to where your bodies met and felt the heat in his stomach become unbearable. he watched the spot where his cock disappeared into you over and over again, the way your thighs were turning pinker from how relentlessly he kept slamming into you.

“s-shit- you’re perfect. made for me. taking me so good- fuck-” he threw his head back with a whine.

his words mixed together with sloppy kisses and uneven breaths. he didn’t even seem aware of what he was saying anymore. he was just talking, completely out of his mind, like the pleasure was ripping every thought straight out of his chest.

“ji- m’so close…” you panted, your voice broken.

and those words made his cock twitch inside you. he needed to make you cum on his cock while he fucked you. he wanted to push you right to that point where all you could do was cry out his name.

“that’s it- ah… wanna hear you coming, baby… please…” he whimpered against your lips.

the kiss turned messy, chaotic. jisung couldn’t stop, even when you started writhing beneath him from the huge wave of pleasure wrapping around you. jisung let out the most wrecked sound you’d heard from him all night.

and with a couple broken whines and incoherent moans, you came violently. your body tensed, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that jisung stopped completely after hitting your cervix one more time, freezing in place.

your head fell back and your whole body trembled. you could feel jisung’s hands roaming all over you, his devoted, excited gaze fixed on your body.

he’d done all of that. made you feel so good you couldn’t stop moaning his name until the very end. it was like making you cum was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“baby- f-fuck… i’m gonna-!”

all of it made his cock ache, throbbing harder and harder until the orgasm hit when he felt you squeeze him suffocatingly tight one more time.

nothing had ever felt this good, this deep, this overwhelming. there was nothing left for him to do except chase it. he was moaning and whining like every nerve in his body was about to explode.

he came so fast he didn’t even have time to warn you before it happened. he finished completely inside you, cock twitching while he emptied every last drop.

it lasted longer than any time he’d ever touched himself thinking about you.

his cock wouldn’t stop pulsing and spilling, feeling his release slide out of you and onto the sheets beneath. he hissed and moaned, babbling praise that made you stare at him in shock, cheeks burning red while you smiled so hard at how utterly destroyed he looked.

exhaustion finally hit him, making him collapse beside you after carefully pulling out. he immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face. all you could do was hum softly and melt into his arms, your tired breathing blending together.

“d-did i… d-did i do good? did you like it?” he asked, searching your eyes for reassurance. “i know i said i could control myself but- you’re… you felt so-” his voice came out fast, nervous.

“jisung,” you murmured, cutting off his rambling. “it was good. more than good.”

you could literally see his eyes light up before he started peppering even more kisses across your face. you could feel his heart-shaped smile against your skin through every soft kiss, relaxed like he’d been waiting for your approval since the second everything started spiraling out of control.

“really?” he asked quietly.

you nodded slightly and that alone was enough to ruin him all over again.

“fuck,” he laughed tiredly before burying his face in your neck. “i was so nervous.”

your laugh vibrated against his chest and jisung immediately pressed another absentminded kiss under your jaw. then another. and another, like he physically couldn’t stop.

“you were right, though,” he murmured against your skin.

“about what?”

“if we actually did it…” he paused for a second, sighing tiredly. “i kinda lost my mind.”

he let out another soft laugh before lifting his head just enough to look at you. his hair was messy, lips swollen, eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion. completely ruined.

and somehow, he was still looking at you like you were his favorite thing in the world.

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[grungeham]

be quiet.

summ: jisung thinks getting caught would be the worst thing that could happen. you think otherwise.

⋆ pairing: nerd!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: dom!reader, teasing, jisung is whining and whimpering A LOT, kissing, biting, dry humping, grinding, marking, edging (kinda), overstimulation (if you squint), riding, unprotected s*x, creampie, afab reader ⋆ words: 2.2k

a/n: so… this actually came out of nowhere lol. i was looking for sub!jisung content and couldn’t find enough of it, so i decided to fix that myself. this is definitely self-indulgent, but i had fun writing it and i hope you enjoy it too! <3

the air in the room felt thick. not just warm—dense. as if every inhale carried weight, as though the oxygen itself had been replaced by something heavier… something that had been building for weeks without either of you actually touching.

it wasn’t the heater or the closed windows. it was the electricity between your bodies.

the mattress dipped softly beneath you, far too comfortable for the way your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged without mercy. just enough to make him gasp. just enough to remind him who was on top.

who called the shots.

jisung could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. it was messy, almost deafening. if he closed his eyes, he could convince himself he didn’t need anything more. that just your weight on him—the press of your thighs bracketing his waist, your absolute control—would be enough to make him lose it.

and he kind of hated how much he liked that.

there was no patience in your kisses. your teeth knocked together, cruel and clumsy. you stole each other’s breath, dissolving into wet sounds neither of you even tried to hide. there was no tenderness, only hunger.

a desperate clumsiness born not from inexperience, but from too much waiting.

your mouth moved downward without any clear plan, no strategy, yet every brush felt deliberate. every slow roll of your hips over his hard cock carried a calculated cruelty.

just enough to make him arch.

just enough for his breath to splinter against your ear.

his hands trembled at your waist, gripping as though there were a real chance you might vanish if he loosened his hold for even a second. his fingers dug into the fabric of your blouse, wrinkling it, searching for something solid to anchor himself to.

he needed you to feel steady. to feel whole.

“jisung…” you purred against his skin, dragging something damp from his jaw to the base of his neck.

his name sounded different in your mouth. intimate in a way that made his stomach tighten.

he shuddered helplessly when your hands slid down to the button of his jeans, your confidence clashing brutally with his vulnerability.

you undid it without hurry. as if the world hadn’t narrowed down to this room. as if you weren’t dying to feel him without that irritating barrier between you.

as if you hadn’t fantasized about this exact moment for days, alone in your bedroom.

your teeth sank into the curve of his neck, marking him with possessive intent. making it clear that he was yours.

a low sound slipped from him before he tried to smother it by biting his lip. it stayed trapped in his throat, vibrating against your skin.

his fingers found the hem of your skirt and clenched it in silent desperation. he was too sensitive. every brush made him arch slightly. every movement dragged him dangerously close to the edge.

you knew that perfectly.

and the awareness of that power burned low and delicious in your tummy.

but it wasn’t just that. it was the way he trusted you blindly while unraveling beneath you.

“mmh- pleasepleaseplease… let me inside you…” he murmured against your chest, burying his face there as if ashamed of how badly he needed it.

he wasn’t demanding. he was begging. and that only intensified the heat pooling between your thighs.

you were about to answer—to savor his fragility, to drag it out until it was unbearable—when the sharp sound of a door opening sliced through the air.

laughter drifted down the hallway, followed by the unmistakable clink of keys hitting the entry table.

the world snapped back into place.

jisung went rigid beneath you. his hands tightened, and his eyes, still dark and glazed with pleasure, opened slowly as panic washed the desire from his expression.

“they’re going to hear us…” he whispered, his voice trembling with the mix of arousal and fear.

but you weren’t afraid of being caught.

you were afraid of losing the chance to have him begging under you.

you didn’t move away.

if anything, you leaned closer. close enough for your warm breath to brush his ear.

close enough for him to know you weren’t stopping.

your fingers wound into his hair again and tugged with controlled softness, baring his neck. your tongue traced a slow line over the fresh mark before sucking at it once more.

he trembled.

“don’t make a sound, baby,” you whispered, your voice low and steady. a caress that was also an order. “if you do… i’ll get up and leave you here a mess.”

the threat hung between you, light but razor sharp. yet your lips brushing his skin weren’t cruel. they were warning and promise all at once.

you pulled back just enough to take him in. his glasses crooked, his face flushed all the way to his ears, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead. he breathed through parted lips, swallowing hard, as if even that might betray him.

he looked at you like he was on the edge of something bigger than getting caught.

he nodded urgently, reasserting his grip on your hips. not just because he wanted to keep going.

but because he trusted you to know how far to take him.

“i can…” he whispered, voice fragile, cracked. “i can do it.”

there was something almost solemn about the promise. a trembling determination born not from pride, but from the need to please you. from fear of losing what you were giving him.

“i hope so, sweetheart,” you murmured, brushing your mouth over his without fully kissing him.

just enough contact to make him chase your lips unconsciously.

“otherwise… you know what happens.”

you pressed your palm to his chest and felt the chaos beneath it. his heart wasn’t beating, it was pounding wildly, as if it wanted to escape his ribcage.

your hand slid lower, slow and deliberate. it wasn’t just a touch; it was observation, studying every reaction like an experiment crafted purely for your amusement.

the tension in his jaw. the involuntary tightening of his abdomen. the way his breathing grew shorter, shallower. the almost painful effort to keep his mouth shut.

you were dismantling him inch by inch.

your fingers brushed his erection through the thin fabric of his underwear. barely a touch. so light that, if he weren’t completely consumed by you, he might have doubted it happened.

he shuddered as though you’d grabbed him outright. he bit his lip hard, his eyes glazing over instantly.

you rolled your hips against him again, this time with firmer friction, pressing just enough to make the pleasure verge on unbearable.

a sound escaped him. short, choked, pleading.

his eyes squeezed shut as if he’d just made an irreversible mistake.

you stopped immediately.

the silence in the room turned deafening.

downstairs, the laughter grew louder. a door shut. footsteps crossed the foyer.

too close. too dangerously real.

you shot him a warning look, paired with a slow, dangerous smile. he opened his eyes and this time there wasn’t only desire in them. there was a flicker of fear.

“i’m sorry…” he whispered, voice barely there. “it wasn’t… it wasn’t on purpose.”

something in the way he said it, sincere, almost distressed, tightened your chest for a second.

your thumb rose to his lower lip, gently freeing it from the bite he’d been inflicting on himself.

his glossy eyes looked up at you, pleading. the sight made the heat in your stomach flare almost painfully.

you needed more.

“i’ll give you one more chance, sweetheart,” you murmured, leaning in close enough for your breath to mix with his. “don’t disappoint me.”

you loved how he nodded with that mix of desperation and absurd gratitude. as if you were granting him something sacred instead of pushing him to the edge.

with extreme care, you tugged his jeans down. the fabric sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. his underwear followed.

his erection sprang free. tense, flushed, a bead of precum sliding slowly down the tip before dripping onto his abdomen.

his breathing fractured under your unabashed stare.

you wet your lips, no trace of shame in your expression. just pure hunger.

he tracked every movement as if his ability to breathe depended on it.

you peeled your own clothes off with torturous slowness. the cool air against your sensitive skin drew a shiver you barely managed to suppress.

you were soaked.

so much that just the thought of sinking down onto him made your thighs tense.

his hands trembled when you helped guide him into place. he barely brushed your hip before you caught his wrists and pinned them above his head.

you had absolute control again.

you loved that part. the frustration rippling through him when he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t move the way he wanted.

you lowered yourself onto him slowly, inch by inch. your breath snagged when the tip slid inside, the stretch making you bite your lip to keep from making a sound.

the pleasure was immediate. dense, almost overwhelming.

you sank further, feeling your walls wrap around him, adjusting to his size until he was fully seated inside you.

jisung clenched his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut, and a tremor ran through his entire body. the strain in his throat looked almost painful as he fought to keep any moan contained.

you stayed still for a moment, savoring the fullness. the sensation of having him completely inside you.

then you began to move in slow, measured circles. your mouth claimed his, wet and consuming, swallowing every tiny sound he tried to release.

he was doing everything he could.

and that only made it hotter.

you gradually picked up the pace. small bounces that turned firmer, more defined. the bed began to creak softly beneath you.

downstairs, the voices sounded closer. a drawer sliding open. footsteps angling toward the staircase.

the wet sound of your bodies meeting became impossible to ignore. each thrust against his thighs echoed through the room with dangerous clarity.

you tightened your grip on his wrists, nails pressing into his skin as pleasure started pooling heavily beneath your navel. your movements grew erratic. less calculated and more needy.

he bit his lip again, so hard his breathing went uneven.

in a gesture that mimicked mercy, you leaned forward, offering your chest to him. jisung reacted instantly, sucking with urgency, biting lightly when the pleasure became too intense to bear in silence.

“i’d really love to hear you right now, sungie…” you whispered against his ear, your voice low and taunting. “begging. losing control.”

his body tensed at your words.

his cock throbbed inside you, each pulse warning how close he was to that coveted release.

“are you about to come?” you breathed against his lips.

he nodded hard, brow furrowed, his expression wrecked by the effort of denying himself.

you smiled, biting your lower lip. your hips moved faster.

when you released his wrists, his hands immediately dropped to your ass, gripping desperately and pulling you down onto him with contained force.

“mmmh- just like that…” the moan slipped from you before you could stop it, low and heated.

you felt your body begin to tighten around him, clenching with each movement.

he was panting now, air hissing through his teeth, unable to hold on for another second.

and then he broke.

he came inside you with a violent shudder, a guttural sound tearing from his throat before he could smother it completely.

at that exact moment, the house fell into an overwhelming silence.

then, a creak on the stairs. footsteps climbing.

you both froze for a split second before reality crashed back in, ripping you from the haze of pleasure.

if his mother had opened the door in that exacg second, she would have found him still trembling beneath you.

you pulled away quickly, adjusting your clothes while he scrambled upright, fumbling for his jeans, his glasses—anything that would make him look normal. he snatched a spider-man comic from the floor with hands that were still shaking.

you crossed the room to the desk, opened a random notebook, and pretended to write.

your pulse was still racing when the door opened and his mother stepped in with a bright smile, carrying a tray of cookie packs and glasses of juice.

“everything alright in here? oh, i hope we didn’t scare you! we just got back a little while ago.”

her voice was sweet, utterly unaware of the disaster that had just unfolded on that very bed.

jisung nodded too quickly, unable to mask the lingering panic on his face.

“it’s so nice to see you again, y/n. make yourself at home. i’ll start dinner soon, so i hope you can join us.”

you gave her your most innocent smile, batting your lashes softly.

“thank you so much, mrs. han. i’d love to,” you said with a slight tilt of your head. “did you get a new haircut? it looks lovely on you.”

she laughed, flattered, touching her hair before stepping out of the room. the door closed and silence settled once more.

jisung let out a shaky breath, like he could finally inhale properly.

“i still don’t know how you managed to make my mom love you so much.”

you stepped closer, leaning in to give him a soft, almost chaste kiss.

“i have my secrets, sweetheart.”

you settled beside him as he started reading his new comic. his voice tried to stay steady, but every so often it faltered on a word.

not because he was nervous about almost getting caught by his mother in that compromising position.

but because beneath the blanket, your fingers had started sliding slowly up his thigh again.

next time, getting caught wouldn’t be an accident.

[grungeham]

come over.

summ: whenever your boyfriends make a mistake big enough for you to break up with them, jisung knows he has a chance.

⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: friends with benefits, pet names (baby, jagi), really needy jisung, kissing, biting, praise kink?, lots of whining and whimpering, hair pulling, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation?, coming untouched ⋆ words: 2.6k

a/n: UGH. nobody gets this jisung as i do. i had so much fun writing this fic, so i really hope you can have a good time reading it! istg i’d love to write a pussydrunk jisung so baddd. enjoy this finger licking fic! 😚

you didn’t even knock anymore.

jisung had noticed it a while ago. somewhere between the third and fourth time you showed up past midnight, makeup smudged, already halfway through a complaint before the door was even fully open.

and tonight was no different.

the door shut behind you harder than it needed to. your bag slipped off your shoulder, landing somewhere near the couch. you didn’t even glance at it before you started.

“i swear to god, i’m done this time. like, actually done. i can’t keep doing this-”

“did he forget something again?” jisung asked, sitting up from the couch.

you huffed, tapping your foot against the floor a couple times, hands moving as you talked. “he didn’t forget. he just… didn’t care enough to remember. which is worse, honestly.”

“yeah,” he hummed softly, like he already agreed before you even finished.

and that’s the thing. jisung always agreed with you.

by the time you were halfway through your story—something about dinner, a text that never came, an argument that escalated way too fast—jisung was already setting a glass of water down in front of you.

it was routine by now. you talk, he listens. and when needed, he fills in the silence without interrupting too much.

he settled back onto the couch, watching you with that calm, patient look only he had. head tilted slightly, eyes soft, like he was trying to piece together exactly what kind of hurt you were carrying tonight.

“and then he just- ugh, i don’t even know,” you finished, letting out a frustrated breath as you dropped onto the couch. “it’s like talking to a wall.”

jisung followed a second later, slower this time, sitting beside you. but not too close. not yet.

you sank into the couch, your head tipping slightly toward him. his hands found your arm without asking, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of your sleeve before stilling. it was almost absent-minded. like he’d done it a hundred times.

because, well, he had.

you took a long sip of water, the kind you actually needed. jisung didn’t look away, like he wanted to make sure you at least did that much. only then did he relax a little, leaning back, his arm resting behind you. close, but still far enough to pass as nothing.

“you’re staring,” you murmured after a moment, not looking at him.

“you’re dramatic,” he shot back easily.

“i’m not-”

“you are,” and now there was a hint of a smile in his voice. “you always come here like it’s the end of the world.”

you huff, nudging his leg with yours. “because it feels like it.”

something uncomfortable slips out of jisung’s throat. he shifts a little closer, and his touch on your arm returns, more present this time. his fingers slide under the fabric.

“does it…?” he asks, quieter.

you hesitate. get a little lost in that light touch before answering.

“…for a moment,” you admit. “and then i come here,” like it’s obvious. “always here.”

something flickers across jisung’s face. brief, almost impossible to catch. he blinks a couple times, surprised. and that tiny reaction tightens something in your chest before he clears his throat.

“yeah,” he murmurs.

his hand moves again. this time more firmly, sliding from your arm to your waist. it pauses there, his breathing turning heavier.

he waits a few tentative seconds, like he’s giving you time to pull away. you don’t. so his hand settles, warm and steady, his thumb tracing slow, almost absent circles.

you don’t say anything. you just stay there.

for a second, jisung freezes mid-beat. then his hand tightens just slightly, pulling you a little closer before he looks for your eyes.

“you’re tense,” he says, voice lower.

“i know,” you sigh. this time, you can actually hear your own heartbeat.

“c’mere.”

it’s not really an order. it comes out soft, automatic. and still, you listen. like you always do.

you close the small gap, letting your shoulder press fully against his, resting your head on him. jisung adjusts without thinking, his arm sliding around you with more certainty this time.

neither of you speaks. the room feels smaller like this, warmer. the air thickens, hard to ignore.

jisung’s thumb keeps moving, slow and repetitive, tracing the same path over and over. his breathing changes first and then his pulse follows.

still, he doesn’t look away from you. he lingers on every detail: your lashes, the shine in your eyes… your lips. those lips he’s spent nights imagining tasting again.

hoping, just a little, that the other guy would mess up enough to leave him an opening.

even if it was just for one night.

but it wasn’t the closeness that finally broke something.

not his hand slowly sliding, finding its way down to your thighs. not the way your legs tensed, pressing together just slightly. not even the shift in the air, charged, different.

it was the way you turned your face toward him, looking up at him with that expression you had no idea unraveled him.

jisung had always been soft with you, but now… there was something else.

your breath stutters when his fingers brush the edge of your skirt. you don’t move away. it doesn’t even cross your mind.

his gaze drops to your lips, no attempt to hide it this time. it lingers long enough for you to notice before lifting back to your eyes. like he’s waiting. like he’s asking without saying it.

his free hand comes up to your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers stay there, brushing softly, while his eyes search yours.

“tell me to stop,” he says, barely above a whisper.

your heart skips. your lips part, but nothing comes out.

the way he’s touching you right now like it’s nothing, like he’s not pretending. you should stop this. you know you should.

this is the part where you laugh it off, break the tension, get up, say something light so you can pretend this never almost happened.

but… you don’t.

instead, your fingers tighten slightly in the fabric of his shirt, like you didn’t even think about it.

his breath catches.

“you’re not gonna stop me…?” he asks carefully.

there’s disbelief in his voice. like he doesn’t know what to do with this. like having you this close is too much. like it’s not real.

you shake your head, just barely.

that’s all he needs.

jisung smiles a little, eyes narrowing slightly. his messy hair, his glasses slipping down just a bit… everything about him still soft.

too soft for what he’s about to do.

then he leans in. close enough that there’s no space left between you. your breathing mixes, warm, uneven. his thumb brushes your cheek again, slower now. more aware.

his eyes drop to your lips again. and this time, he doesn’t even try to hide it.

the distance disappears in something so light it barely counts. a brush first, just shared breath, like you’re both testing if this is still safe.

the kiss is too soft for everything that’s been building between you.

jisung hesitates against your lips, barely pressing, like he’s still waiting for you to pull away. like at any second you’ll stop this and he’ll have to pretend it never happened.

but when your fingers tighten in his shirt, sliding up to his shoulders, when your breath catches right against his mouth… something in him gives up.

the kiss shifts. not all at once, not rough, but firmer. his lips move with more intention now, like he’s finally letting himself feel instead of holding back.

his hand drops from your cheek to your neck, holding you more securely, pulling you just close enough that there’s no space left. that everything feels full, inevitable.

and your body answers before you can think. you lean into him, closing whatever distance was left. and that’s what finally breaks him.

jisung exhales against your mouth, a low, restrained sound, like he’s been waiting for this longer than he should’ve.

his movements aren’t shy anymore.

still soft, still him, but now there’s hunger. a need he’s not even trying to hide. his fingers press a little tighter into your skin, like he needs to hold onto you, like he’s scared you might disappear.

your name slips out between kisses, barely more than a broken whisper. there’s something about the way he says it that makes everything sharper. more inevitable.

almost without realizing it, he eases you back against the couch. there’s no force, just care, but the moment your back hits the fabric, something shifts.

the kiss deepens.

your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging gently every time he gets more lost in you, every time he presses just a little too much.

his hands start moving with less control. down, up. gripping your thighs like he’s trying to hold back and failing. one slips under your blouse, and the air breaks when his fingers find your skin.

his breathing turns uneven against your ear as he brushes your stomach, moves higher, touches you with a need he can’t hide anymore.

a soft sound escapes you when his fingers slide over your center, still covered by fabric. it’s slow, but enough. you look up and find his eyes bright, lips parted, flushed.

“is this okay?” he murmurs, voice rougher than usual.

you nod without thinking, holding onto him tighter.

his movements grow steadier, more confident. the heat in your stomach builds, pools, harder to ignore. his breaths against your skin, the quiet sounds he can’t hold back. it only makes it worse.

his lips trail down to your neck. soft kisses at first, then wetter, more insistent.

you can feel his impatience in the way he barely bites your skin, in the way he exhales against you like it’s getting harder to stay controlled.

“sungie, slow down…” your head tips back, voice barely a breath.

he pulls back just enough to look at you and smiles. something undone in it.

his hand comes back to your cheek, brushing it with a kind of devotion that clashes with the way his thumb starts moving over you, even through the already damp fabric.

“sorry, it’s just-” he swallows, kissing you again, slower this time. “you look so… good like this… here… with me. let me make you feel good, please.”

your lips part, ready to answer, but the air leaves you in a broken sound when he moves the fabric aside, when there’s nothing between his fingers and you anymore.

his reaction is instant. his mouth opens slightly, surprised, his fingers moving more carefully now, exploring. like he wants to memorize every response.

“you’re already so wet, baby…” he whispers, and there’s a quiet kind of pride in his voice.

he kisses you again, then moves lower, slower this time. you catch the way he smiles a little as he watches your face shift with every bit of pleasure he pulls from you.

his lips trail down: neck, chest, stomach, until he reaches the edge of your skirt. he catches it between his teeth, glancing up at you, waiting.

“sungie…” your voice trembles.

“can i…?” he murmurs, stopping completely. his eyes don’t leave yours. “is this what you want, jagi?”

you hesitate for a second. not because you don’t want it, but because it all feels unreal. nd then you nod.

in one smooth motion, he undoes your skirt, the fabric disappearing somewhere, forgotten. it doesn’t matter anymore.

his hands come back to you, more certain now. his fingers slide over you slowly, deliberately, watching every reaction like it’s the only thing that matters.

he shifts easily on the couch, settling between your legs. you catch the way he wets his lips before leaning in, and your back arches at the first contact.

he starts slow, careful, like he’s learning you. but it doesn’t take long before he loses himself.

your fingers tense, your legs react on their own, and he follows everything. every movement. every sound. each motion of his tongue sends waves through you you can’t control. your nails dig into the couch.

his own sounds mix with yours, vibrating against you, feeding the heat that’s already unbearable. you can feel how he only pulls away when he needs air, then dives right back in like he needs you more than that.

“fuck… jagi, you’re…” his voice breaks between movements, “perfect.”

your hands find his hair, tugging when it gets too much, when every movement pushes you closer. your chest rises and falls unevenly, broken sounds slipping out of you.

“sungie, fuck-” you try, but the words won’t come.

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, letting his fingers take over for a moment. his lips are wet, glasses crooked, hair sticking to his forehead.

but his eyes… completely locked on you.

“am i doing good, baby?” he asks, almost desperate. “don’t stay quiet… please. i want—need to hear you.”

you bite your lip as his fingers move in and out of you steadily. you nod as best as you can, a weak sound slipping out.

that’s enough to break him again.

he goes back to you with more rhythm, more precision. his fingers move with his tongue now, his thumb finding its own pattern. his mouth, his tongue, everything working together in a way that has your head spinning.

your sounds fill the room, and he answers every single one, every reaction pushing him further. the tension building in him too, low in his stomach, making his own breath hitch.

you can feel it. you’re close. and your grip tightens in his hair.

“sungie, ah- i’m so close…”

instead of pulling back, he lets out a pleased sound, picking up just slightly, his own body tightening with it. he doesn’t even need you to touch him. having you like this is enough.

when you come, it hits all at once. your body tenses, shakes, the feeling crashing over you without mercy while he stays right there, holding you through it.

like he needs to see you like this. like it’s all that matters.

“that’s it… that’s it,” he murmurs, more to himself than you.

he doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left. only then does he pull away. and even then, not completely. his own release follows seconds later, quiet, a low sound slipping out as he drops back against the couch, breathing hard.

a small silence settles around you. just your uneven breaths and the distant sound of cars outside.

and for a moment, that’s enough.

until your phone buzzes inside your bag.

jisung snaps out of it almost instantly, turning to you with something between expectation and something… more fragile.

you reach for it, a little clumsy. the second you see the name on the screen—your now ex-boyfriend—you roll your eyes and hang up without hesitation.

and still, jisung can’t help the small flicker of relief.

you sit up slowly, fixing your hair out of habit before looking at him. just like you expected. he’s still looking at you, completely.

you clear your throat, pulling his attention back again.

“do you mind if i stay tonight?” you ask, a small, slightly embarrassed smile tugging at your lips.

ironic, considering what just happened. but that’s how you two work.

jisung shakes his head immediately, maybe too fast, fumbling with his clothes, unable to hide the excitement that crosses his face.

he gets up right away, disappearing into his room and coming back seconds later with towels and that set of pajamas he always keeps for you. like he always knew.

“go take a shower. i’ll make your favorite tea and set up the bed so you can rest,” he says softly, setting everything beside you before heading to the kitchen. “you can pick what we watch tonight!”

he says it like nothing changed. like everything is exactly the same.

and maybe that’s the most dangerous part.

that nothing changed. and still, everything feels different.

you smile a little, that familiar warmth settling back into your chest.

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ink obsession.

summ: one tramp stamp tattoo and suddenly jisung can’t stop begging and whining about fucking you from behind.

⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: pet names (jagi, baby), jisung is hella needy, kissing, biting, lots of whimpering and whining, teasing, backshots, hair pulling?, overstimulation?, breeding kink, cumming, creampie, piv, unprotected s*x, rough s*x? ⋆ words: 2.0k

a/n: i’m way more of a piercing girl tbh but i’ve always been obsessed with the idea of jisung losing his mind over tattoos... so, why not portray that in a filthy fic? 😋 i think i degraded jisung a lot in the narration of this fic, oops-. also we’ve been getting SO much jisung content lately and now a collab too??? actually insane. and tysm for 700 followers :( genuinely never thought this many people would enjoy my horny little ideas lmao. thank you for reading and supporting my fics always <3 now go enjoy this fic hehe >.<

“jisung.”

he let out a muffled sound behind you, like just hearing your voice already hurt him.

his hands were still sunk into your waist while he watched you rub cream over the tattoo on your lower back, completely incapable of looking away.

and honestly, it was starting to get ridiculous.

“baby…” he whimpered quietly, dropping his forehead between your shoulder and your neck. “you seriously can’t keep showing me that.”

you let out a small laugh, lifting your shirt just a little again so you could spread the cream better over the sensitive skin.

and you knew it was a terrible mistake the second you felt his fingers dig harder into your waist alongside a broken gasp against your warm skin.

“f-fuck…”

jisung had been like this basically all week.

every kiss ended with him lifting your shirt “just to look real quick.” every hug ended with his hands on your lower back. you’d even caught him staring at the tattoo before bed with that completely gone expression, like he was having an internal crisis over a little bit of ink on your skin.

obsessed didn’t even begin to cover it.

“you’re staring again,” you teased.

“because it’s fucking insane,” he answered immediately.

you raised a brow slightly and turned your head just enough to look at him.

his glasses were crooked, hair completely messy, lips slightly parted while he kept staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“i genuinely think you ruined my life,” he mumbled, defeated.

a laugh slipped out the second you felt him bury his face in your neck again.

“dramatic.”

“m’serious…”

his hands slid down your waist again slowly until they stopped right above the tattoo. and the tiny gasp he let out after that was almost miserable.

“fuck…” he closed his eyes for a second. “every time i see your back now, i think about bending you over.”

ah. there it was. the real problem.

your smile grew the second you watched him instantly regret saying it out loud.

“jesus…,” he muttered, hiding his face in your neck again. “forget i said that.”

“wow,” you murmured, amused. “so this is all because of the tattoo?”

“yes,” he answered way too fast. “obviously yes.”

his fingers kept tracing your lower back absentmindedly while he talked, like he didn’t even realize he was still touching you.

“how am i supposed to act normal when you look like that now?”

and honestly, he did not look normal at all.

his eyes kept dropping to your back over and over again. his breathing was completely uneven. and when you lifted your shirt slightly again to put the cream away, jisung literally moaned behind you.

a tiny, embarrassed, completely needy sound.

seeing him like that up close almost ruined you too; flushed cheeks, chest rising way too fast, and those gray sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to hide the huge erection trapped inside his boxers begging for mercy.

jisung swallowed hard the second you looked at him, giving you those huge doe eyes while wetting his lips.

“could we…?” he asked quietly, moving closer again. “i’ll be gentle, i swear.”

liar. both of you knew jisung could never control himself once he got his hands on you.

the smile that spread across your lips seemed to completely destroy him.

“then stop wasting time.”

and the sound he let out against your mouth after that was practically a whine. you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him again, this time much harder, messier.

jisung made a broken sound against your mouth immediately. barely a miserable gasp that disappeared between your lips when you pulled him closer.

his hands dropped to your waist on reflex. his fingers were trembling slightly while they traced your lower back, brushing over the tattoo again and again like he was obsessed with it.

“ah- fuck…” he moaned quietly against your lips.

your hand slowly slid between you, palming his erection through the fabric. and jisung literally shuddered from head to toe at the touch. a whine slipped out before he could swallow it down. he instantly buried his face in your neck, embarrassed.

another stroke over his cock and his hips moved against your hand on their own.

absolutely pathetic.

“baby, please…” he whimpered. “please… let me fuck you. i’ll be good, i swear…”

he wasn’t even trying to sound normal anymore.

cheeks completely flushed, breathing wrecked. he could barely keep his eyes open while he watched you slowly pull your shirt off in front of him. and the sound he let out after that was almost obscene.

“holy shit…”

he swallowed so hard you could hear it.

his hands immediately found your waist again, squeezing gently while his eyes dropped to your back once more.

completely gone.

“need you- fuck, need you so bad…” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

you kissed him again and jisung practically melted against your mouth. everything turned wet and messy way too fast; muffled gasps, teeth barely clashing together, his tiny whines getting lost between kisses while his hands roamed your body without knowing where to stay.

“baby… fuck,” he panted against your neck. “need to fuck you from behind. please.”

the way he begged with that wrecked voice almost made you laugh. he sounded completely embarrassed, completely desperate.

and when you finally settled onto the bed, giving him the view he has been whining for, jisung froze behind you.

“oh my god…” the air literally got stuck in his throat.

his hands immediately dropped to your thighs, rubbing them clumsily before drifting back up to your waist again, to the tattoo, like he physically couldn’t stop touching it.

“you’re killing me…” he moaned.

he practically ripped his pants off after that.

the mattress dipped behind you and immediately you felt his lips on your lower back again. wet, distracted, desperate kisses.

his fingers slowly slid over your panties and the moan he let out when he felt how wet they were sounded completely miserable. he buried his forehead between your shoulders with a broken laugh.

“shit… all this is because of me?”

his hips rolled against you again before he even waited for an answer, searching for more contact before he lost his mind. you could hear him slipping down his boxers and hissing when his erection bounced against his abdomen.

you bit down on your lip, muffling your moans from the constant stimulation between your legs, which became nearly impossible once you felt him push your panties aside and drag his cock through your wet folds, teasing you.

“fuck-” he groaned, brows furrowing while he gasped for air. “s-so good…” he whimpered. “need to- fuck- need to be inside you so bad…”

you wanted to say something teasing, something that would make him suffer a little longer, but the words died the second you felt his cock push into you without warning. the moan that left your mouth was immediate, completely involuntary, and that alone was enough to pull a miserable sound out of jisung behind you.

“s-shit…” you gasped, gripping the sheets desperately.

his hands gripped your hips tighter, like he was trying to hold himself back even though he’d clearly stopped doing that a long time ago.

you dropped your face into the mattress, whining and panting weakly when you felt his size hit your cervix perfectly, throbbing inside you.

you’d never felt this full before. and it wasn’t exactly news that jisung was big, but you never completely got used to it.

jisung groaned through his uneven breathing, feeling your warm walls squeeze around his cock tighter. and when you rolled your hips back against him, jisung whimpered audibly before pulling out completely.

you turned to look at him with a pout and furrowed brows, ready to complain about his behavior. but then jisung shoved himself back inside you abruptly, stealing a whine from your lips.

his thrusts started slow, gentle, but quickly became precise, fucking you erratically. you whimpered into the sheets, eyes stinging from how deep and fast he was reaching.

“fuck- you take me so well, baby…” you heard him pant, completely wrecked. “could fuck you all night, shit… fill you up completely.”

the pace got sloppier and rougher by the second until you could barely think straight. your breathing came out broken against the sheets while he kept kissing your skin, leaving behind little bites.

he was panting while thrusting into you mercilessly. the sound of your bodies slamming together was driving both of you insane. jisung’s whines echoed through the room, mixing perfectly with your muffled moans.

jisung couldn’t stop staring at the way your bodies connected. watching you greedily swallow his cock only made his thrusts turn even more violent.

“that’s it… shit, just like that…” he panted against your ear, completely breathless. “you’re doing so good for me, jagi…”

your moans turned completely incoherent when he shifted into an angle that made him hit your sweet spot over and over without mercy, making your legs tremble.

“fuck-” he whimpered quietly, almost choking on air. “i can’t… jagi, i seriously can’t… need to come inside you- let me fill you up, pleasepleaseplease…”

you whimpered, trying to muffle your own moans against your hand and failing miserably when jisung lifted one of your legs onto the bed, trying to get even deeper inside you.

“d-do it. come inside, ji-” you answered between gasps, feeling your body burn while tears started rolling down your cheeks. “m’so close, f-fuck…”

jisung felt his cock twitch violently at those words. he grabbed your hair clumsily. he needed to hear you, needed to know how much you loved taking him.

“holy shit… come for me, jagi. i want- i need to make you come so good…” he whimpered against the skin of your back.

his movements became much more precise, mixing together with the clumsy movements of his fingers once they found your throbbing clit desperate for attention. you clenched your teeth, completely unable to hold back anymore.

“oh, shit- ji, m’so…!”

and everything snapped the second you felt your muscles tighten and the heat in your abdomen explode. jisung moaned brokenly when your walls clenched even tighter around him. your whole body trembled violently through your orgasm.

“oh my god, yeah- just like that…” he panted, thrusts turning dangerously sloppy and fast. “shit- m’so close…”

jisung pulled your body against his while he kept rubbing your clit. neither of you could make coherent sounds anymore, the only thing you could think about was the way his cock kept slamming into your sweet spot over and over again.

your walls ended up milking him dry, dragging him right over the edge with you. a few more thrusts and jisung came inside you mercilessly. you could feel his warmth filling you completely, swallowing a broken moan when you felt the cum starting to drip out of you.

for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

then he pressed a slow kiss to your cheek, followed by another and another, completely different from the desperation from just a few minutes ago, even with his breathing still heavy and uneven.

jisung stayed wrapped around your waist, still trembling and whining softly after such an intense orgasm, hiding his face in your neck like he didn’t have the strength to hold himself up alone.

“s-sorry…” he murmured between breaths, still smiling against your skin. “you’re just… stupidly pretty, i just can’t control myself…”

the tired laugh you let out made him immediately hide his face again, embarrassed by how pathetic and needy he’d acted just a few minutes earlier.

and honestly, it was ridiculous.

less than five minutes ago he’d been completely out of control, and now he was sitting there on the messy bed, flushed all the way to his ears and whining quietly while messing up his own hair.

“you’re actually ruining my brain…” he muttered dramatically, shaking his head. “i swear i’ll get hard every time i see your back now.”

and you couldn’t help laughing when he looked at your back again with that same completely defeated expression as always.

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[grungeham]

helpless.

summ: jisung came twice already, yet he’s still whining and grinding against you like he’s never been touched before.

⋆ pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: pet names (jagi, baby), jisung is hella needy, kissing, lots of whimpering and whining, teasing, scratching, multiple rounds, breeding kink, cumming, creampie, piv, unprotected s*x ⋆ words: 1.7k

a/n: okay, i genuinely think this might be the filthiest thing i’ve written so far. i mean, UGH,  jisung being a pathetic, freaky guy who can go for multiple rounds and still whine for more is actually my favorite agenda ever. anyways, i wrote this kinda fast and there was zero beta reading involved, so… yeah. i’ve ‘back to life’ on repeat since yesterday, real banger. now i’ll stop yapping. enjoy this short freaky fic! >.<

the second time jisung came was, honestly, kind of a pathetic accident.

“baby, c’mon…” he whined into your neck, breathing so hard you could practically feel his chest shaking. “i said i was sensitive…”

and yet he kept rolling his hips against you in tiny needy thrusts, completely incapable of staying still every time you ran your fingers through his hair or kissed that sensitive spot on his neck.

“mhm?” you murmured, barely holding back a laugh as you pulled away just enough to look at him properly. “then why are you still grinding on me?”

jisung let out an embarrassed sound immediately.

his glasses were barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose, crooked after the last thirty minutes of complete disaster. his cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip glossy from how much he’d been biting it, and his hands were gripping your waist like he physically couldn’t stop touching you.

and the worst part was that he was still hard. painfully sensitive, even after everything.

“i dunno…” he whimpered quietly, burying his face in your shoulder again. “fuck- i’m sorry. i can’t stop.”

the apology came out so sincere you had to bite back a smile. because jisung was genuinely embarrassed.

embarrassed that he was still turned on. embarrassed by how his body reacted to you. embarrassed that he’d already come twice and still kept chasing you with tiny desperate rolls of his hips.

and obviously, that was only making it worse for him.

“are you telling me you already came twice and you still want more?” you asked slowly, letting your nails lightly scrape against the back of his neck.

and that was a massive mistake.

because jisung’s entire body shuddered against yours.

a broken moan slipped straight onto your skin and his fingers dug harder into your waist.

“don’t say it like that…” he whined immediately. “you make me sound fucking pathetic…”

another tiny grind of his hips. another shaky breath hidden against your neck.

your hand slid slowly down his back and jisung literally stopped breathing for a second.

you felt him tense the second your fingers brushed the skin beneath his lifted hoodie. the way he swallowed hard. the way he tried to stay still.

and how he failed completely.

“baby- ah, shit…” he gasped nervously, pressing himself even closer to you. “don’t tease me right now, please…”

“or what?”

the question came out soft, teasing, just a little cruel.

and jisung made the most miserable sound you’d heard from him all night. a tiny broken whine, completely muffled against your neck.

“i-i’m serious…”

but his hips kept moving slowly, needily, like his body had stopped listening to him a long time ago.

he didn’t pull away even a little. if anything, he pressed himself against you again with another desperate movement that immediately made him hide his face in your neck.

like he couldn’t survive his own embarrassment.

completely pathetic.

“do you even hear yourself right now?”

he let out another embarrassed sound. “please- d-don’t…”

the next drag of your nails against his skin pulled a broken moan out of him that he uselessly tried to hide in your shoulder. another miserable whine.

your fingers slid up to his jaw, slowly forcing him to lift his head. jisung’s cheeks were completely red. his eyes could barely stay open behind his crooked glasses.

completely gone.

“you still want more that badly?” you whispered, amused.

jisung swallowed hard. and then he made the mistake of looking at your lips, because immediately his hips rolled against you again, needy, desperate, like he physically couldn’t help it.

“please…” the whine came out shaky, completely out of his control.

and honestly, that was what finally killed you.

in one quick movement, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer and sinking him fully into your cunt, taking him in easily.

jisung let out a high-pitched moan instantly, completely wrecked by the feeling of your warm walls wrapping around his cock again so perfectly.

“mmmh- ah, jagi…” he whimpered, brows furrowing as he buried his face against your chest. “fuck… can’t think…”

his words kept breaking apart between messy pants muffled against your tits. his hips started moving again almost on reflex, needy, incapable of staying still.

you could feel his whole body trembling.

every breath came out shakier than the last. every touch seemed to make it worse. and he couldn’t hold back the whine that slipped out when he felt his own cum slowly dripping out of you with every lazy thrust.

his gaze dropped to where your bodies connected, eyes shining while he bit down on his lip at the obscene sight.

“feels so fucking good…” he mumbled against your skin, completely gone. “swear it’s never enough with you… need to fill you up completely, fuck-”

his fingers dug desperately into your thighs while he buried himself back into your neck again, hiding there like he couldn’t handle looking at you for too long.

your back arched when you felt his cock hit your sweet spot. you could tell every time the tip brushed your cervix, he lost even more control.

you dug your nails into his back when his movements started getting sloppier, faster. moans kept slipping from his lips before he could stop them.

jisung wasn’t going to last much longer.

“too much- ah, shit…” he panted, letting his head fall back for a few seconds. “you’re gonna kill me…”

he bit down on his lower lip when he felt himself pounding into you mercilessly, another broken whine slipping out when he noticed your tits bouncing messily with the frantic pace of his thrusts.

“fuck- just like that… you milk me so fucking good, jagi,” he whimpered, gripping your thighs even tighter.

you grabbed the sheets between your fingers, eyes squeezing shut when jisung hooked your legs over his shoulders and started thrusting deeper. both of you whimpered at the same time, hit with the same electric shock.

jisung was panting audibly now, whining and whimpering every single time your cunt swallowed his cock so perfectly.

and it was the satisfaction of seeing your face twisted in pleasure and knowing it was because of him. that he was doing this to you, that his cock was making you feel this good while fucking you this hard, and all you could do was moan his name.

all those thoughts intoxicated his brain, making his cock twitch with pure excitement while he kept up those erratic thrusts.

“love you, ah- love you so much…” he whimpered against your skin, completely dizzy with pleasure.

you grabbed his face to kiss him and jisung practically melted against your mouth. he sighed shakily between kisses, clinging to you even tighter.

soon his kisses started trailing down your jaw, your cheeks, your neck, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you first.

and then you said it.

“ji- want you to- want you to breed me, fill me up completely,” you whimpered against his ear, panting.

and the reaction was immediate, because that completely ruined him.

his hips stuttered for a second before moving even more desperately, like those words finally snapped something inside him. now every movement was full of hunger, excitement.

“baby- wait, wait- ah…” his moans broke apart messily. “too much, too much- i’m so close…”

he couldn’t think properly anymore.

you could hear it in the way he babbled nonsense against your skin. in how he could barely keep his eyes open. in how he kept chasing you even while trembling in your arms.

the wet sound of your bodies filled the entire room together with your uneven breathing and the tiny miserable whines jisung kept letting out every time he felt you clinging tighter to him.

jisung felt his eyes roll back, tongue slipping out as the unbearable heat drowned him completely and stopped him from thinking straight.

you felt your cunt spasm around his cock right before a violent orgasm hit you all at once. every muscle in your body tightened, feeling that overwhelming heat flooding through you completely.

but jisung didn’t stop.

he kept thrusting, inch by inch, burying himself mercilessly into your ruined hole. every twitch of his cock sent electric shocks through your body, his tip brushing against your cervix over and over again.

“oh god- gonna come so deep inside you, jagi. you take me so well, so fucking tight…” he groaned through clenched teeth, voice thick with arousal.

he thrust all the way in one last time, burying his thick cock deep inside your sensitive center, hitting your cervix and grinding the flushed tip firmly against it.

and when he finally lost control, he lost it completely.

his entire body tensed against yours while a broken moan fell from his swollen glossy lips.

his cock erupted like a volcano, cum spilling violently inside you in endless pulses.

you could feel the sheer amount of cum filling you up, hot and sticky inside your body, dripping out of your cunt even while jisung was still buried deep inside you.

jisung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut while broken whines slipped through his messy breathing. his fingers dug even deeper into your waist, incapable of letting you go for even a second.

his body trembled through the last few spasms, still fully buried inside your cunt.

“s-sorry, baby… i just can’t stop-” he mumbled, voice completely wrecked, still shaking. “your cunt takes me so well, so full of me…”

his eyes were shining, looking at you with that devotion that never left his face whenever it came to you.

he pulled out slowly, little whimpers leaving his throat from how sensitive he was.

then he dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, trying to catch his breath between messy inhales.

his glasses were completely crooked now. hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears.

an absolute mess.

and yet he still clung to you like pulling away would kill him.

you let out a soft tired laugh, brushing your fingers through his damp hair.

“mmh… there’s definitely something wrong with you, baby,” you answered, staring at him for a few seconds before smiling. “round 4?”

jisung let out the most embarrassed sound of the entire night, hugging you even tighter.

completely exhausted. completely satisfied.

and probably ready to start all over again in less than five minutes.

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[grungeham]

no consequences.

summ: according to jisung, bad decisions don’t count when you’re drunk. you decide to test that theory properly. 

⋆ pairing: best friend!jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: college au, alcohol, teasing, A LOT of kissing, biting, marking, whimpering and whining, hair pulling, grinding, riding, some slaps, hanjob?, unprotected s*x, semi-public s*x? ⋆ words: 3.6k

a/n: this was requested and i immediately got obsessed with the idea. freestyled most of it and somehow it turned into this… yeah. still don’t know how i never wrote bff jisung wanting to fuck you that bad without consequences, because it just makes sense. enjoy! 😚

the music is way too loud to think straight, but not loud enough to stop jisung from leaning in every time he wants to say something that clearly doesn’t need to be whispered. his voice gets lost in the noise, but his breath doesn’t. warm, close, persistent against your ear, like everything else is irrelevant.

you’re sitting on his thigh like it’s the most natural thing in the world—because honestly, it is—barely holding onto his shoulder while people brush past you both without care.

his hand’s been on your waist for a while now, firm but absentminded, like he hasn’t realized he never took it away. or like he decided not to a long time ago.

“you’re heavy,” he murmurs, leaning in, his warm breath grazing your ear.

you laugh under your breath and shrug, not moving.

“then put me down,” you reply, turning your head just slightly to look at him.

he smiles at that, but doesn’t do anything to move you.

his thumb slides just a little over your waist, following a rhythm that isn’t quite the music. you shift on him, intentionally, feeling his leg tense beneath you for just a second. jisung lets out a quiet, restrained laugh.

“you’re taking advantage,” he says, but it doesn’t sound like a complaint.

“don’t see you doing anything to stop me.”

“that’s because i don’t mind.”

he says it fast. too fast. and that makes you smile. you rest your forehead against his for just a second, enough to feel the heat of his skin before pulling back to really look at him: cheeks slightly flushed, eyes bright, that look of his that shows up when he stops overthinking.

you see it shift. the way his eyes narrow slightly, how his smile tilts, how something crosses his mind and he decides to say it.

“there’s a theory,” he murmurs, like he just remembered something important, leaning in again.

“here we go…,” you say with mock annoyance, but you’re still looking at him, interested.

“listen,” he insists, lowering his voice a little, conspiratorial. “hyunjin once said that… everything that happens when you’re drunk doesn’t count.”

you blink slowly, trying to find the joke in his words. but there isn’t one, and that makes you laugh. stupid and a little too loud.

it’s not soft or subtle either. someone nearby even glances over, annoyed, but you don’t care. you never do when you’re like this with him.

“that sounds like an excuse to do dumb shit.”

“exactly!” he answers immediately, like that proves his point. “and that’s why it works.”

“works for what?”

jisung looks at you now, more serious for a second, even if that smile is still there, tucked into the corner of his lips.

this time he doesn’t look away, something steadier in his gaze, even if that cocky edge is still sitting there.

“to do whatever you want… without overthinking it.”

the small silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s heavy, charged with that kind of ridiculous logic that, in that exact moment, starts to make way too much sense.

you tilt your head slightly, studying him like you’re actually considering it.

“and it doesn’t count?” you ask, repeating him.

“doesn’t count,” he confirms, without hesitation.

“not even if it’s a really bad idea?”

“especially if it’s a really bad idea,” he emphasizes, making that exaggerated expression you love.

your hand comes up to his jaw without thinking, guiding him just slightly closer, just because you can. because you always can.

“how convenient…,” you admit, letting your gaze drift over his face.

“it’s the perfect excuse,” he says, leaning in a little more.

you stay like that for a second. too close to be “just a joke,” but natural enough that no one questions it.

“so…,” you murmur, dragging the word out. “according to your theory…”

“our theory,” he corrects quickly.

“our theory…,” you repeat, a small teasing smile on your lips. “we could do anything right now.”

jisung doesn’t answer right away, but he doesn’t pull away either. if anything, his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, slipping just under the fabric, like he’s already testing the limits of his own idea.

“and it wouldn’t count,” he adds, raising his brows suggestively.

you look at each other for a few seconds and then, inevitably, you both laugh.

because it’s stupid. because it makes no sense. because it’s exactly the kind of decision that only exists in moments like this: music vibrating in your chest, alcohol warming your blood, confidence blurring every line that ever mattered.

“fine,” you say finally, shifting on him again. “let’s test it.”

jisung smiles—that mix of disbelief and anticipation that always shows up when he knows something’s about to go wrong… and still wants it anyway.

“and how?”

you lean in closer, enough to make him look up at you, closing the distance until it’s almost unbearable.

“by stopping the talking,” you murmur, your gaze dropping to his lips. “and doing something about it.”

the effect is immediate.

you see it in the way he blinks, how his expression falters for just a second before he pulls it back together. a low, disbelieving laugh slips out of him, like he’s trying to regain control he just lost for a moment.

“just like that?” he says, tilting his head. “you giving me orders now?”

“does it bother you?”

but you don’t wait for an answer. your hand is already at his neck again, firm, pulling him closer until your lips brush dangerously against his.

“doesn’t seem like it.”

jisung exhales a quiet laugh through his nose and swallows hard, but his grip tightens, less casual now. his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you in enough that you feel it, that there’s no space left between you that isn’t intentional.

“you’re playing dirty…”

“and i don’t see you stopping me.”

you watch him roll his eyes, that smile still there, and that’s enough to know you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

you tilt your head slightly, brushing your cheek against his, slow, deliberate, letting your lips pass just a little too close to his skin before moving up to his ear.

“then stop talking,” you whisper, feeling him shiver under your voice. “show me.”

and that’s it. that’s what breaks him.

you hear the low sound that slips out of him before he can stop it, almost a whine, and you feel it in the way his body reacts before he does.

his fingers slip under your shirt, brushing over the warm skin of your side. his eyes find yours, restless, a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

“don’t complain later,” he murmurs, turning his face just enough to invade your space.

the second between you is short, charged, electric. and then he leans in to seal it.

the kiss is direct, deep, like he’d been waiting for an excuse more than a moment. it catches you off guard for a second before you respond just as quickly, gripping him tighter, pulling him closer, leaving no space for doubt.

that’s all it takes.

he makes a muffled sound against your lips, his hands losing any pretense of casual as he pulls you in, grabbing your ass and settling you fully on top of him.

after that, there’s no pause. everything speeds up. messier, rougher, more intense. you barely pull away to breathe and he follows you immediately, not giving you that second, like pulling back isn’t an option.

“hey-” he starts, but his voice cuts off.

because you don’t let him think before you’re kissing him again, and this time there’s no hesitation, just response.

his hands move without care, finding you, holding you, while you do the same, pushing him back into the couch to deepen kisses that are turning wet, needy.

and then someone crashes into your back.

it pulls you apart just enough to look at each other. enough to notice your uneven breathing, your parted lips, that mix of laughter and something heavier, harder to ignore, hanging between you.

“this…,” jisung says, still too close, still a little gone.

“come with me.”

it’s not really a suggestion. you’re already pulling him, and jisung follows without resistance.

your hand finds his easily, fingers lacing together as you move through the crowd, bumping into people, laughing for no real reason, still carrying that same energy that hasn’t settled, just shifted.

“careful,” he says, laughing, but he doesn’t let go.

“you started it. deal with it.”

you make your way upstairs half stumbling, laughing at everything and nothing, the music fading behind you. the air shifts, the noise dulls, but the tension doesn’t.

you reach a random door, fumbling it open and pulling jisung inside while he laughs out loud.

and when the door closes, the party noise dulls into something distant, muffled, irrelevant. in here, it’s quiet, broken only by your still uneven breathing.

jisung doesn’t move. he stays a step away, looking at you like he’s only just now realizing where you are, like the silence gave him a second of clarity… or doubt.

it doesn’t last. it never does with you.

you push him against the door. not rough, but firm enough that there’s no space to question it. the dull thud barely echoes before you’re on him again, too close, taking up all the air he tries to breathe.

“you got quiet all of a sudden?” you murmur, tilting your head, your lips barely a breath from his.

jisung lets out a short, breathless laugh, still a mess, but his hands find you instantly, like they don’t know how to be anywhere else.

your hand comes back to his jaw, guiding him, making him look at you. you see it in the way he exhales, the way his eyes drop to your lips for a second before coming back up. darker now, less steady.

he kisses you with urgency, like that moment of doubt is gone for good, his hands pulling you closer, firm, needy, like getting back into it is all that matters.

and you don’t stop him, but you don’t let him take control either.

you keep him pinned there, guiding him without making it obvious, setting the pace in the way you move closer, the way you pull back just enough to make him follow, the way every breath he takes depends on your next move.

and jisung really tries to keep up, but it gets harder the moment your thigh slips between his legs, grinding against him.

you feel it in the way his breathing breaks first, the way his fingers tighten too much against your body, the way every time you pull back even a little, he chases you without thinking, like stopping isn’t an option.

your hands slide down from his neck, slow, certain. every touch intentional, every movement pushing him further off balance.

and he reacts to everything. not always with words, sometimes it’s just a low, half-held sound, or the way his head drops back against the door for a second, like he needs air, like he can’t decide whether to follow you or stop you.

your mouth brushes his skin, slow, deliberate, tracing a path that isn’t trying to be subtle. you feel him tense under you, his hands gripping without knowing where to settle.

and when you go back to his lips, it’s slow this time. no rush at first, just intention.

you set the rhythm, and jisung tries to follow, but he loses it again quickly, responding more on instinct than control, pulling you closer like it’s the only way not to fall behind.

his hands move again, this time not even trying to hold back, and you match him, keeping him right there, at that point where there’s no room left to question anything.

and that’s when the distance disappears completely.

at some point neither of you even notice, his jacket and shirt are gone. you only realize when your mouth stops meeting fabric and hits bare skin instead: warm, damp, way too reactive under your touch. you move down without rushing, but not gently either, leaving kisses that open, drag, turn into small sucks that make him tense beneath you.

jisung can’t stay still.

you feel it in the way he shifts constantly: one hand in your hair, tugging slightly, the other sliding down your waist to squeeze your ass with a need he’s not even trying to hide anymore. there’s no rhythm in him. just reaction and impulse.

and that pulls a smile from you against his skin.

you grab his neck and make him look at you, and when you kiss him again there’s nothing careful about it. it’s messy, wet, teeth knocking, breaths breaking, like neither of you wants to give up even a second. you’re not trying to make it pretty. just close. just more.

you step back without letting go and he follows without question, stumbling slightly until the edge of the bed stops him. you drop back onto it and let go just enough to look up at him.

he really is a mess. hair wrecked, lips swollen, chest rising too fast, skin marked by you, and that expression somewhere between disbelief and something much darker.

it only turns you on more.

jisung doesn’t hesitate this time. he’s back on you fast, messy hands pushing at your clothes, shoving them aside like they’re in the way more than they should be. he kisses you again, direct, wet, no real pauses, and he loses any control he had in the way he chases you.

your tongues meet, clash, search with no real coordination, mixed with small bites, stolen breaths, sounds neither of you bothers to hide.

jisung drops onto the bed, sitting, and you don’t waste the chance. you’re on him immediately, straddling him, looking down as you bite your lip, enjoying way too much how he looks under you, like you’ve got him without saying it.

his hands grab your ass instantly, squeezing hard, almost desperate, like he needs you closer than you already are. that’s all you need to start moving.

you start slow, rolling your hips over him, letting the contact build, the friction grow, teasing him just enough to push him over that edge he’s barely holding onto.

jisung can’t take it.

the first gasp slips out low, the second breaks. his hips react on their own, chasing you, lifting every time the movement hits right, and soon there’s no rhythm, just this messy need to keep up.

“mmmh- wait…” he tries, but there’s no order in his words.

he buries his face against your chest like he needs to hide or hold onto something and instead he finds you. his mouth moves without thinking: kisses, bites, messy marks that aren’t meant to be pretty. just real.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling every time it hits right, every time the friction sharpens. the heat builds too fast.

you feel it between your legs, wet, obvious, inevitable. jisung notices too when his hands slide to your thighs and squeeze, pulling a sound from you that you don’t bother to hide.

“no more games…” he pants against your mouth, voice broken, low. “shit… no- i don’t wanna wait…” he cuts off, breathing hard. “i wanna fuck you right here, right now.”

his voice keeps breaking into whines and moans he can’t hold back. you laugh against his lips, but there’s no real teasing in it. just heat. just urgency.

your hands go straight to his belt, undoing it without care. jisung follows clumsily, slower than he wants, but just as desperate.

you end up on the bed without remembering how. just that he’s under you and it feels so right.

his hands find your hips again like they never left, hissing softly when he feels how wet you are through the fabric. too direct, too real.

“you’re already this wet…?” he murmurs, trying to sound teasing.

the look you give him shuts him up instantly. he knows when to stop pushing before it burns him, and it’s already too late.

you free him slowly, just to watch him react, to feel the way his breathing shifts again. jisung cups your face, kissing you quick, needy, guiding your hand to him like he needs that extra contact to stay grounded.

but he’s already gone in you. you both are.

you settle over him, lining yourself up slowly, holding his gaze, keeping him there, aware of every second. and when you feel the tip push in, the sound slips out of you before you can stop it.

“ah- fuck…” his head falls back. “i need all of you, please…”

but you don’t go faster. you make him feel it, every inch. his hands dig into your hips, not to stop you, but to hold on. to stay steady in something that’s already too much.

and when you adjust, you started moving.

small circles at first, and jisung reacts instantly. his sounds climb, breaking when you change the pace, when you start moving up and down without any real pattern.

“no- like that…” he pants, voice cracking. “shit- i can’t…”

he can’t keep up. not when you’re wrapped around him like that, when your chest is right there against his face.

his hands leave you for a second, gripping the sheets like he needs something that isn’t you.

you’re not any better.

your sounds come out messy, mixed with short breaths, broken words. you lean into him, feeling every reaction under you.

jisung grabs you again, desperate, uncoordinated, trying to follow even when he clearly can’t.

you lean forward, changing the angle, searching. and when you find it, you both feel it at once. jisung loses it there, his hands shaking, his mouth back on your skin. messy kisses, soft bites with no care for gentleness.

you don’t even notice when he starts slapping your ass, uneven, trying to match your rhythm without really managing it.

“fuck… you’re so…” he can’t finish, whines cutting him off. “mmmh- i could fuck you like this all night…”

his voice is a mess. his thoughts too. and that just pushes you to go faster, deeper. you feel his body trembling, see the way he tenses every time you take him fully.

one of his hands moves down, finding your clit, pressing, rubbing just enough to make everything hit all at once. your sounds mix together wiith no filter, no pause.

the heat builds under your skin, in your stomach, fast, inevitable.

“i’m…” he pants, hissing. “i’m so close- please…” he whimpers, pouting.

you feel it in every messy, desperate movement, so you kiss him quick before dropping to his ear.

“do it,” you whisper without thinking. “come in me… i need it-”

and that’s all it takes.

his hands snap back to your hips, setting a real rhythm now, thrusting up to meet you, hitting that spot over and over until he breaks.

you feel him spill inside you, hot and deep. but it doesn’t stop him. he can’t stop, still fucking into you, still needing you there, needing you to came too.

“ji- shit… i’m- i’m gonna-”

you don’t get to finish. not with his hand playing with your chest and the other on your clit, working you so well.

you come on him, biting into his shoulder to muffle the sound, your whole body tightening. jisung moans under you, softer this time, deeper, feeling the way you clench, the way you pull him with you.

for a second, it really feels like he could come again just from that.

you stay collapsed on him, feeling your uneven breathing try to settle. his chest rises against yours, warm, damp, and for a moment there’s no rush to move, like you’re both too comfortable in the quiet you carved out.

jisung lets out a low sound when he pulls back just slightly, but his arms wrap around your waist right after, pulling you close again, like letting go completely isn’t an option yet.

you don’t say anything. you don’t need to.

you just stay there for a second longer, letting the heat settle, letting everything come down enough to laugh again.

because you know it’s coming. it always does.

you end up sliding next to him, slipping under the sheets with a soft sigh, turning your head to look at him. the smile comes easily, still heavy with everything that just happened, still a little dangerous.

jisung looks back at you, then laughs for real. soft at first, then it breaks into something bigger when his eyes drop to your neck. you follow his gaze, and when you get it, you raise a brow.

“no idea how you’re gonna explain that,” he says, nodding toward the marks. “good luck.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes, not even trying to cover them.

“tomorrow’s problem.”

“classic,” he murmurs, still smiling.

you shrug like it doesn’t matter and move closer to him without thinking. jisung responds just as easily, slipping an arm under you and pulling you into his side, like going back to this is the most natural thing in the world.

and everything feels normal again, almost ridiculously fast.

you stay there, leaning into him, listening to his breathing even out, until you recognize something.

on the other side of the wall, filtering through the noise, your favorite song starts playing.

your head lifts immediately and you look at him, excited. jisung’s already looking at you, smiling.

“no-” he starts, amused, like he’s trying to stop you.

“yes,” you cut him off instantly, pushing yourself up a little, a grin you’re not even trying to hide anymore. “you know we have to go.”

you look at him like it’s obvious. like the only ridiculous thing would be staying.

jisung sighs, but there’s no real resistance. just a low, resigned laugh as he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“you’re impossible.”

you lean in without thinking and press a quick kiss to his cheek, casual, like it’s nothing new. jisung makes an exaggerated face immediately, wiping it off with the back of his hand like you’ve deeply offended him.

“gross,” he says, smiling like he doesn’t mean it at all.

you laugh loud this time.

“five minutes ago you didn’t think that.”

and that’s it. no tension, no shift.

just the two of you and a theory that, clearly, worked way too well.

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[grungeham]

(don't) pretend.

summ: you hadn’t planned on meeting his parents, but jisung fucking your mouth in the next room makes it all worth it. 

⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: friends with benefits, teasing, pet names (baby), kissing, biting, A LOT of whining and whimpering, semi-public s*x?, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, handjob?, face fucking, cum eating ⋆ words: 2.5k

a/n: i really had a blast writing this! been thinking about this idea for days and it got a little out of hand… and with his parents at home? insane. but honestly you can’t blame jisung, tbh. he’s just like me fr. enjoy!!! >_<

jisung stopped breathing the exact moment your hand settled on his thigh under the table.

it was a small gesture, almost innocent. one no one else would’ve noticed except him.

sitting beside him, back straight, a perfectly practiced smile on your lips, you nodded softly at everything his mother said, like nothing was happening. like you weren’t sliding your fingers a little higher with every passing second.

like you weren’t testing exactly how much he could take.

and still, there you were.

at the han’s table, surrounded by laughter, silverware clinking against plates, light conversation that had nothing to do with the way jisung gripped his utensils too tight, desperately needing something, anything, to hold onto.

it was your first time stepping into that house. or at least, that’s what they believed.

no need to mention the nights you’d slipped in quietly, through the back door or the half-open window of their “well-behaved son.”

especially not now. not when your hand had just found exactly what it was looking for.

jisung swallowed, eyes fixed on his plate like he could actually focus on the food.

he couldn’t. not when your fingers pressed more deliberately through the fabric, pulling a short, barely audible breath from him.

he glanced up for a second and found you already looking at him, that soft, polite smile still in place.

completely harmless to anyone else, but not to him.

“it’s almost insulting jisung never told us about you when you’re such a sweet girl,” his father commented, serving himself more salad.

“right? he doesn’t bring many friends over, so we’re really happy to have you here,” mrs. han added warmly.

sweet.

the word hung in the air right as your hand finally reached where you wanted it.

when he looked back at you, something had changed in his eyes. something more exposed,  more vulnerable, more lost. you held his gaze, unhurried, tilting your head just slightly, lashes lowering in a soft, almost playful way.

and then, without breaking eye contact, you moved your hand. slow, deliberate. jisung stopped breathing. literally.

he shifted in his seat, a small movement, but not quite subtle enough. his brows pulled together, his legs parting just a bit more without realizing it, giving you better access.

huge mistake.

your thumb pressed more intentionally against the tip this time, and his head dipped forward for a second, like he needed to pull himself together before anyone noticed.

but no one said anything.

no one saw him the way you did. no one knew what had been happening between you for months.

and that was exactly what was driving him insane.

“this is wrong…” he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to you.

but he didn’t move your hand away.

not when your fingers moved again. not when his breathing turned uneven. not when he looked at you, clearly waiting for you to be the one to stop.

and you didn’t, because you didn’t want to. because seeing him like this—tense, confused, completely at your mercy—was way too easy to enjoy.

when the heat pooling in your abdomen started getting too obvious, you stopped. not abruptly, not harshly. you just pulled away like it had never happened.

jisung let out a breath that almost turned into a whine, and that, more than anything, made you smile.

you dabbed your lips with your napkin calmly, like nothing had changed, and stood up. your eyes went straight to him. you smiled sweet, calm, dangerous.

jisung swallowed immediately, understanding right away.

“excuse me,” you said softly. “jisung, could you show me where the bathroom is?”

it wasn’t a suggestion.

his chair scraped loudly against the floor when he stood up too fast. he silently thanked the loose clothes he was wearing for hiding his very obvious erection.

they left the dining room while his parents kept talking like nothing was happening.

but the moment they turned the corner and the door shut, jisung barely had time to react before you shoved him back against the wood. your lips crashed into a wet, urgent kiss.

“mmmh-” jisung whimpered against your mouth.

his fingers tensed instantly, scratching at the door behind him when your tongue slipped in, slow, uninvited. your hands pressed into his shoulders, just enough to keep him there, nowhere to go.

he melted almost instantly.

when you pulled back, just enough to breathe, you saw him clearly. glasses slightly fogged. eyes glassy. completely wrecked. pupils blown. lips parted, wet.

he looked at you like he’d already lost.

you smiled. not softly, not this time.

your fingers slid into his hair, fixing strands you’d messed up yourself.

“y-you… we shouldn’t-” he murmured weakly. “not with my parents here…”

you didn’t let him finish before kissing him again, harder, hungrier this time.

his words broke against your mouth when you shoved him back into the door again, slipping your thigh between his legs, pressing right against him. your hands came up to his shoulders, careless.

“you always say we should stop…” you murmured against his lips. “but you never pull away.”

your hand slid down his chest, fingers barely grazing the fabric until they found the worn elastic of his pants. you paused there for just a second, looked at him, and then pressed.

jisung’s breath left him like it got knocked out, but he didn’t move your hand away. didn’t even try. if anything, his fingers tightened around your wrist when you started pulling back.

you paused and smiled. that was exactly the reaction you were waiting for.

you didn’t say anything else, you didn’t need to. you went back to him, your lips finding his jaw first, trailing down slowly, deliberate, to his neck.

you left a line of wet kisses, biting lightly along his neck and exposed collarbone. he could feel everything, every lick, every open-mouthed kiss, unhurried.

jisung’s eyes fluttered shut instantly, head tilting, giving in without even realizing it.

“ah…” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut.

his hands found your waist like they belonged there, slipping under the fabric, searching for skin.

he shivered when your cold fingers slid under his shirt, a low sound slipping from his throat, and you knew he was completely gone.

with his judgment gone, he didn’t hesitate when you pulled his shirt off. didn’t even think. his hands clung tighter to you as the fabric disappeared, like he needed something to ground himself.

your lips kept moving down his chest, your hands exploring freely now, slow… dangerously slow. and still, you didn’t stop touching him.

when your fingers found his crotch again, your thumb brushed over the tip through the fabric, tentative. jisung hissed, cursing under his breath.

“fuck…”

his words broke into quiet moans, completely unable to stay coherent. his hands moved up, clumsy, finding your chest, squeezing without care, needing more, always more, trying to get under your tight top.

“someone-” he gasped, barely aware of what he was saying. “someone could come in…”

you looked at him and smiled slowly. you pulled your shirt off right in front of him, unhurried, like you had all the time in the world.

“then we should hurry… don’t you think?”

jisung stopped breathing. he couldn’t react. and when you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips, he wasn’t thinking about anything except you.

and then you dropped to your knees right in front of him. jisung gasped, louder than he meant to. completely caught off guard. completely fucked.

your fingers slid under the loose fabric without hesitation. one tug and he lost the air in his lungs.

“ah- wait-”

his back hit the door harder when you freed him, his body reacting before he could even process it.

you bit your lip, watching the tip of his cock peek over the waistband, flushed, wet with precum.

“i always forget how big you are…” you murmured, voice low, almost thoughtful. “you’re such a problem, sungie…”

that broke him more than it should’ve.

jisung looked away immediately, flushed red, breathing through his mouth like that would help, like that could fight the overwhelming urge to grab your face and fuck your mouth raw.

it didn’t help. nothing did. you’d been stuck in his head for days. he’d been touching himself thinking about you. about seeing you again. about hearing you moan his name under him.

and now you were here, on your knees like it was nothing. like you weren’t pushing him right to the edge.

“n-no-don’t do that…” he tried weakly.

you didn’t look at him right away. first, you freed him completely from his damp boxers, your hand wrapping around him with a confidence that pulled a broken moan out of him.

“mmmh- this?” you asked, finally looking up.

that look from below sent a sharp jolt through him until his cock. his fingers flew to his hair, tugging hard, frustrated, needy… it was too much.

“wait- wait, please-” his voice shook. “if you keep going i won’t-”

you didn’t let him finish. you leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly along his length, all the way up to the tip. like you knew exactly what you were doing.

“f-fuck…”

it came out choked, his legs shaking as he tried to hold onto something, but there was nothing. just you and what you were doing to him.

his hand dropped to your head almost on instinct, unsure at first, gripping tighter when you started moving.

“mmmh- don’t- don’t do that-” he whimpered, completely contradictory, pushing lightly like he didn’t know if he wanted more or to stop you. “i can’t- i can’t-”

but you didn’t stop, not for a second. your pace stayed slow, controlled, like you were testing him. like you wanted to see how long it would take before he broke.

and it wasn’t long.

“your mouth…” he gasped, completely gone. “feels- fuck- too good…”

his words fell apart between moans, unable to hold a full sentence. and you knew, you could see it, feel it.

so you pulled back just enough to breathe, just enough to look at him. and gave him that smile.

jisung let out a weak, desperate laugh, dragging a hand over his face like he was trying to recover.

“you’re…” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re impossible…”

you opened your mouth to reply something sarcastic, but he didn’t let you. he couldn’t. he yanked you back down, pushing his cock into your mouth in one rough movement that made you choke.

he needed more. couldn’t think about anything except fucking your pretty mouth until he couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i can’t-” he rambled, voice shaking as he guided you again. “i need- just- please…”

there it was. that needy, broken tone. completely wrecked by you.

that was all you needed to switch your pace, deeper, messier. his moans got louder, less controlled, echoing in the small space as he completely lost himself.

he wasn’t thinking about where he was. who could hear him. nothing.

“ah- fuck… fuck-” he repeated, senseless, unfiltered. “i can’t- i’m-”

his fingers tightened in your hair, his breathing turning chaotic.

“baby… baby, please-” his voice broke completely. “let me- let me come in your mouth- i can’t-”

it wasn’t an order. it was a real, pure, desperate plea.

and you didn’t stop. you pushed him exactly where you wanted him.

his legs buckled slightly, his whole body tensing as a choked moan tore out of him. and when he finally broke, it was hard, messy. no restraint. exactly how you knew it would be.

his grip tightened, his head falling back against the door, his breathing falling apart, shaky, uneven.

“ah… ah- fuck…” his voice barely there now.

jisung fixed his clothes with clumsy movements, way too fast for someone who clearly wasn’t ready to come back to reality. his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his pants, his glasses, his hair. anything to feel normal again.

“i-i’m sorry…” he started, voice still unsteady, quieter than usual. “i couldn’t stop… it’s just-” he swallowed, looking away. “you felt too good and i…”

he didn’t finish. he couldn’t. his hands found yours to help you up, but the gesture lingered longer than necessary. like he didn’t want to let go just yet.

like he didn’t want to fully break whatever had just happened.

you, on the other hand, moved calmly. you turned on the sink, water filling the silence as you washed your hands, rinsed your mouth, like this was routine.

like you hadn’t just completely wrecked him seconds ago.

jisung watched you openly. that strange look on his face, half disbelief, half something softer.

he picked up your shirt and his, holding them for a second before handing them to you. he avoided your eyes when you stepped closer, gaze dropping like he didn’t know what to do with everything he was feeling.

your laugh was soft, light. you leaned in just enough to press a quick kiss to his cheek. almost innocent.

“relax, sungie…” you murmured, fixing your clothes in the mirror. “it’s not like i don’t like it when you lose control.”

your voice had changed. lower, more intimate. you met his eyes in the reflection and there it was again. that look that kept him frozen. jisung lifted his gaze slowly, meeting yours in the mirror. completely exposed.

he smiled a little, awkward, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, what to say, how to react without falling right back into it.

because he knew he would.

“tell your parents my mom called and i have to go,” you said casually, like nothing had happened. like you weren’t knocking the air out of him again. “and thank them for everything, ‘kay?”

you didn’t wait for an answer, just walked to the door. and that hurt more than it should’ve.

jisung felt it immediately, tight in his chest, uncomfortable, like something was slipping through his fingers before he could grab it.

“wait-”

the word came out before he could think. he caught your wrist, gentle, but enough.

when you turned, he saw it clearly in your eyes. you knew. his grip loosened slightly, unsure. he didn’t even know what he was asking. just that he didn’t want you to leave like that.

you stepped closer, just enough. invading his space again. you smiled and your finger tapped the tip of his nose, light, almost playful.

“don’t think this ends here,” you murmured, voice dropping as you leaned closer to his ear, your quiet laugh brushing his skin. “you have no idea how bad i want you to fuck me against your desk.”

you pulled away without looking back. no hesitation, no break in rhythm. and left him there, standing still, breathing heavier than usual, lips parted. mind completely blank.

jisung dragged a hand down his face, letting out a low, disbelieving laugh.

“shit…”

it hadn’t even been ten seconds and he already wanted you again. much more.

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[grungeham]

what about y/n and her best friend (any member but I think that han or seungmin will match good) got drunk and had a one night stand. very lovely dumb like the euphoria of being drunk lmao. can yn took control? but not in a toxic way!!

please please please🛐

oh wait i actually really like this idea 👀 the whole drunk/blurred lines dynamic… yeah, i’d definitely be down to write something like this, i’ll try to work on it as soon as i can 💞 tysm for your amazing mind anon! 😚

[grungeham]

omg dude i love ur jisung works so much can you add me to the taglist?? also i’d love to be moots w you if u want ofc !!

omg thank u so much!!! 🥺 that means a lot to me fr. you totally make my day and ofc i can add you to the taglist!! doing it asap 😚 also i’d love to be moots! feel free to interact anytime hehe 💞

[grungeham]

I have to just shower you in thanks for the way you write jisung. He IS whiney and needy and loud and you’re so real for spreading this agenda 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thanks babes xxx

STOP this is making me so happy 😭 thank u sm for this and YES exactly… he is whiny and needy and loud about it and i will absolutely keep pushing this agenda 🙂‍↕️ i’m glad it comes through in my writing <3

[grungeham]

icebreaker.

summ: jisung was supposed to be focusing on the game. instead, he’s got you pinned against a locker minutes before it starts.

⋆ pairing: hockey player!jisung x f!reader, established relationship ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: lots of kissing, teasing, jisung is hella needy, A LOT of whining and whimpering, grinding, fingering, tit play, hair pulling, piv, backshots, some slaps?, semi-public s*x, unprotected s*x, creampie, pet names (baby, jagi), fluff ending (if you squint) ⋆ words: 3.5k

a/n: saw a jisung hockey player edit this afternoon and my brain just went straight with this and honestly… no regrets. i had SO much fun writing this, i’m actually obsessed with whiny jisung like he’s my favorite flavor fr. also yes, i’ll always make him loud in my fics. anyway, hope you enjoy! >_<

the air in the locker room is thick.

it smells like gear, like melted ice, like damp fabric… but it’s not just that. there’s something else clinging to your skin. anticipation, nerves, pressure tucked into every corner.

and at the back, you find him.

jisung is surrounded, like always. the coach is talking in front of him, pointing at something on a tablet while another staff member chimes in every now and then. jisung nods, focused… or at least, he’s trying to be.

because every so often, his eyes lift and find you. it’s quick, barely a second too long before he looks back at the screen, like he needs to make sure you’re still there.

you stay where you are, leaning against one of the lockers, watching him like it’s nothing. you don’t hide it, you don’t help him either. like you want him to keep checking, like you want to see how long he lasts.

when someone hands him a water bottle, he takes it without looking, distracted… right as you shift just enough to slip back into his line of sight.

“focus,” the coach says, tapping the tablet lightly.

jisung snaps back instantly, eyes forward again.

“yeah, yeah- i got it,” he answers, but his voice is quieter. distant.

you don’t look at him again. you wait.

when the group loosens just a little, you step in. you slip into his space for a second, fingers brushing the edge of his jersey like it’s nothing, fixing something that doesn’t really need fixing.

the contact is brief, but it’s enough. jisung goes completely still.

“you’re supposed to be listening,” you murmur, just for him, not quite looking at him.

you feel his attention drop on you immediately. heavy, fixed.

“i am,” he says, not convincing at all.

you pull away before he can do anything about it. and that’s what ruins him.

he barely gets a chance to move before the coach’s whistle cuts through everything.

“everyone. on the ice. now!”

everything shifts again.

players move fast, skates scraping against the floor, the cold from the rink rushing in all at once.

and just before he leaves, jisung turns his head, just enough to find you again.

the ice reflects the overhead lights. blades cut across the surface in a steady rhythm.

jisung moves with the rest, but he’s not fully there.

and when his gaze finds yours, you don’t look away. you stay still, unhurried.

you watch him slow just enough. someone talks to him, he answers without looking. and the next second, he’s stepping off the ice like he’s already made up his mind.

he walks straight to you, pulling one glove off with his teeth, breath a little shorter.

“i need-” he starts, but doesn’t finish.

he doesn’t have to, because the second he’s close enough, his hand finds your wrist, holding on. firm, warm, even through the cold.

he doesn’t give you time to speak. doesn’t ask. he just tugs you along, guiding you back into the hallway that leads to the locker rooms. away from the ice, away from the noise.

like this isn’t impulsive at all. like he decided this a while ago. like he just couldn’t wait anymore.

the door shuts behind you, and everything dulls instantly, the ice, the voices, the scraping, like someone turned the volume of the world down.

the hallway is narrower, warmer, heavy with that same mix of damp fabric and cold metal.

you move fast, almost stumbling into each other, muffled laughs slipping out, more nerves than anything else.

jisung doesn’t let go of your wrist. his grip isn’t rough, but it’s firm, insistent. like if he loosens even a little, you’ll disappear again.

when you reach the curtained locker at the back, he doesn’t hesitate. pulls it open in one motion, tugs you inside, and lets it fall shut behind you.

the space is small. barely enough for both of you. and the closeness is immediate, inevitable.

his hand is already at your waist, pushing you back gently, but not enough to give you room to step away, until your back hits the wall. cold behind you, heat in front of you.

jisung doesn’t speak at first, he just looks at you.

his eyes move over your face slowly, like he’s trying to memorize you in real time. his bottom lip catches between his teeth, holding back a smile that doesn’t quite form, and his breathing isn’t steady.

it’s short, uneven, loud in the small space.

seconds stretch. you don’t say anything either, you don’t need to. you can see exactly where he’s at.

the waiting, the build-up. everything he’s been holding in since the moment he saw you hours ago.

it’s all there. ready to break. and still, you don’t move first.

he does.

his hand slides from your waist to the back of your neck, fingers slipping into your hair with a kind of urgency that isn’t rough, but definitely not patient.

he pulls you in just a little, like that tiny bit of space between you was the last thing he could handle.

and when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not messy. not out of control. it’s needy, pressed, contained for exactly one second. like there’s still a last thread of restraint left in him.

he lets you respond, lets you lean in. and that’s all it takes. something in him gives.

the kiss deepens, his head tilting slightly, fingers tightening in your hair while his other arm locks around your waist, pulling you closer. no space left between you.

his breathing mixes with yours. heavier by the second. your hands find his jersey on instinct, gripping the fabric over his chest like you need something to hold onto while he keeps pulling you in.

the heat builds fast. maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you. maybe it’s just how everything feels compressed in a space this small.

when his hands slide under your shirt, the contrast makes you shiver. his fingers are warm, but your skin reacts like it’s too much. like he found exactly where it hits the hardest.

a soft sound slips out of you before you can stop it. and jisung hears it. he feels it.

his reaction is immediate.

his grip tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as his hips move almost on instinct, finding you, messy, uncoordinated, just need.

the friction makes both of you let out a breathy, broken little laugh against each other’s lips. not teasing, just… this is happening too fast and still not fast enough.

jisung pulls back just enough to look at you again, hands coming up to cup your face, so careful it doesn’t match the urgency from seconds ago. his thumbs brush your cheeks absentmindedly, like he needs to make sure you’re real.

his gaze drops to your lips. back up. and then it lingers.

“you have no idea how bad i wanna ditch the game and just go home with you right now…” he murmurs against your mouth, voice lower than usual, just barely breaking at the end.

his breath is warm against your skin.

you can’t help the soft laugh that slips out, more at the way he says it than the words themselves.

you lean in, pressing a couple of quick kisses to his lips, almost teasing, while your hands slide over his shoulders, his arms, feeling how tense he is under your touch.

“it’s the last game of the season,” you say softly, fingers slipping into his hair at the nape of his neck. “you can hold out a little longer.”

it’s not an order, but it’s not a suggestion either. and jisung gets it instantly.

his hands drop back to your waist, finding bare skin and lingering there a second too long, like that alone is enough to undo him. his eyes move over your face, restless.

his hips move again, slower this time, but deliberate, pressing you lightly into the wall, like he needs that pressure to keep from completely losing it.

he exhales against your skin. too close. you shiver.

“then…” he starts, barely audible, leaning in again, brushing your lips without fully kissing you. his fingers tense at your waist. “please… don’t stop kissing me.”

jisung drops onto the locker room bench, legs spread just slightly as he smacks his thighs with both hands, a crooked, provoking smile pulling at his lips.

he doesn’t need to say anything. and you don’t need him to.

you walk over slow, holding his gaze a second longer than necessary before settling over him, your thighs fitting on either side of his hips. the air turns heavier the second his hands come up to your waist, gripping tight. like he needs to make sure you’re real.

a low, shaky sound slips out of him the moment he feels your weight.

“mmh- fuck…” he breathes, voice breaking as he buries his face in your neck for a second.

his hips move almost immediately, pressing you down against him with zero attempt to hide the urgency, grinding your center against him while his lips find yours again. needier, wetter, messier.

your fingers tangle in his hair without being gentle, pulling just enough to tip his head back, exposing his mouth, his neck. everything you want to bite. so you do. slow, deliberate.

jisung groans into your mouth, completely giving in as your hips start moving over him in a rhythm that’s anything but innocent. it’s not just friction, it’s intention. slow circles, exact pressure, every movement dragging over him until little sounds start slipping out of him that he can’t hold back.

“don’t- don’t do that…” he pants, completely contradicting the way his hands tighten on you, pulling you closer, pressing you down harder against him.

you smile against his lips, raising a brow.

“no?” you whisper, barely brushing his mouth before moving again.

his answer is a sharper, higher sound, his fingers digging into your skin as his breathing goes uneven.

his hands move without thinking, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, missing twice before finally getting them open, rushed, clumsy, like every second is too much.

the fabric drops somewhere on the floor, followed by the dull sound of your belt hitting the ground. it echoes against the cold walls, and both of you let out a short, nervous laugh, completely out of place.

but neither of you stops. you never do.

you tug at his jersey this time, forcing him up just enough to pull it off, and when your lips crash together again, there’s nothing left but hunger.

his hands go straight to your chest, squeezing, kneading with a need he doesn’t even try to soften. his head drops forward, hiding against your skin as he leaves messy, wet kisses with no rhythm at all.

his thigh slips between your legs without warning, pressing right where you need it most. and that pulls the first real sound out of you. one you can’t hide.

jisung feels it instantly, feels himself react, hissing under his breath at how hard he is, at how you move over him.

“please…” he murmurs against your skin, voice lower, more broken. “just- let me- i need to feel you… i need-”

he can’t finish anything. his thoughts are lagging behind his body.

your hand drags down his back, nails scratching lightly while your hips keep moving against his thigh, chasing more pressure, more contact.

“look at you…” you whisper, leaning in just enough to brush his ear. “you can’t even talk…”

a weak sound slips out of him, completely exposed.

“shut up…” he tries, but there’s no weight to it. no control, just need.

his hand leaves your chest, sliding down your stomach and under your skirt, fingers barely steady before he touches you through the fabric.

and the second he feels how wet you are, he loses his breath. a sharp inhale, hot against your skin.

“fuck…” he breathes, barely there. “you’re already-”

he doesn’t finish. he doesn’t need to.

a low, disbelieving laugh vibrates against you.

“all this for me…?” he murmurs, softer now, but completely gone. “you’re gonna kill me…”

“then stop talking,” you say, pushing your hips into his hand.

his fingers move the fabric aside clumsily, finding your skin, warm, slick, and the second he touches you properly, your back arches without control.

your forehead drops to his shoulder, lips parted, trying, and failing, to keep the sounds in.

but jisung isn’t doing any better.

his fingers move inside you too easily, and it drives him insane. curling instinctively, searching, finding, repeating.

every reaction you give him breaks him a little more.

“you feel so-” his voice cuts. “i can’t- i can’t think-”

“then don’t,” you whisper, lifting your gaze to him just slightly. “do something better.”

that makes him shiver, a quiet laugh slipping out.

“you’re so mean…” he groans, but he’s already pulling his hand away, unable to wait anymore.

the shift is sudden when he turns you around, your hands hitting the cold wall while he presses in behind you, his heat against everything else.

you can feel how hard he is, insistent, dragging against you with a desperation he’s not even trying to hide now. his breathing is heavy, loud, falling against your neck as he moves, chasing any kind of relief.

“i need- i need to be inside you,” he murmurs, almost pleading. “pleasepleaseplease… just- i can’t wait anymore…”

his voice breaks on every word. and he’s still moving. impatient, desperate.

“then stop playing,” you say, glancing over your shoulder. “and do it.”

that’s all it takes.

his hands shake as he gets his pants off, freeing himself with a breath that sounds like it hurts, like he’s been holding it for too long.

he lifts your skirt, drags your underwear down clumsily, and when he brushes against your wetness, both of you lose your breath for a second.

just enough to wreck him completely.

he moves against you twice, spreading it, trembling behind you, and when the tip finds your entrance, pressing, teasing without really meaning to wait, you lose patience.

“jisung,” you warn, voice broken but firm. “get in. now.”

he lets out a breathy laugh.

“say it again…” he murmurs, leaning in, brushing his lips against yours.

you push back against him in answer. and that’s enough.

he stops playing and sinks into you slowly, a deep sound breaking out of his chest as his hands grip your hips hard. like he needs something to hold onto or he’ll lose himself completely.

“fuck- you’re-” his voice breaks again. “so tight…”

for a second, neither of you moves.

the air stays trapped between your bodies. heavy, hot, loaded with everything that hasn’t broken yet.

jisung stays fully inside you, breathing against your skin like he needs a second to process it. like just this is already too much.

you’re the one who moves first. slow, just a small push back of your hips, and it knocks the breath out of him instantly.

a broken sound falls from his lips, and his hands grip you tighter, like you’re the only thing keeping him upright as he starts moving.

at first it’s slow, deep, deliberate. every thrust dragging, heavy. like he wants to feel everything, like he doesn’t want to miss a second of how you take him.

“jagi…” he pants against your neck, voice shaking. “you feel- so good…”

his words fall apart between uneven breaths, unable to hold a full sentence as his hips start finding a rhythm.

one he can’t keep. one he doesn’t want to keep.

his hand tangles into your hair without warning, pulling firmly, forcing your back to arch more into him, and the angle change destroys him.

a louder, more desperate sound slips out.

“shit- right there- right there-”

the rhythm turns faster, harder, thoughtless.

his hips slam into you with an urgency he’s not hiding anymore, every movement chasing that exact spot that has him gasping like he can’t breathe.

his gaze drops inevitably to where your bodies meet, and he can’t stop looking. can’t stop feeling every impact, every reaction, every little movement you make.

it all pushes him closer.

“you’re driving me insane…” he murmurs, almost laughing, completely gone. “you’re- fuck- you’re perfect…”

his voice shakes and his hands do too. everything about him is right at the edge.

the first slap comes out of nowhere. sharp, echoing in the tight space. it mixes with your reaction, the sound you can’t hold back.

“fuck- i love that-” he groans, doing it again, his breathing completely wrecked. “i love you- i love you so much…”

your movements get messier, more desperate, chasing more without even knowing how. the heat in your stomach builds too fast, too intense, stacking until it’s impossible to ignore.

every thrust pushes him higher. every hit pulls you closer.

“sungie-” your voice breaks, barely there. “i’m- i’m so close-”

“yeah?” he pants, barely getting air, hands gripping your waist tighter. “yeah, come for me- please, please, just-”

his words crash into each other and so does his rhythm. it turns deeper, sharper. like his body knows exactly what to do even if his mind’s completely gone.

and when he hits that spot again… everything snaps.

your body tenses all at once, breath leaving you in a sound you can’t control as it hits. hard, overwhelming, leaving you with nothing but him to hold onto.

jisung feels all of it. the way you tighten around him. the way your body reacts.

“mmh- ah- fuck-” he repeats, completely losing it, his rhythm falling apart. “you’re- you’re milking me- i can’t-”

his forehead drops to your back, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to hold on and fails.

“i’m gonna- baby, please- let me-” his voice breaks completely. “i need- i need to come- inside…”

you barely manage a nod. it’s all you can give. and it’s more than enough.

the second he feels it, he stops holding back completely.

his movements turn deeper, messier, completely driven by the feeling, by how you take him, how you pull him in.

and then he breaks.

a choked, almost pained sound leaves him as his body tenses behind you, his rhythm collapsing while he clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping him standing.

the warmth spreads inside you. slow at first, then impossible to ignore, mixing with the small, leftover movements he can’t stop.

his breathing is a mess. uneven, heavy, shaking.

jisung doesn’t pull away right away.

he stays pressed to you, breath falling against your skin, arms around you. not tight, but not letting go either. like he’s not ready to leave it yet.

“thank you… jagi…” he murmurs, voice low, still broken, pressing a few soft kisses along your back. “i needed this with you…”

he doesn’t finish.

his hands move over your waist gently now, so different from before, like he’s scared of breaking you.

and just when it feels like he might say something else.

footsteps.

you both freeze. you can hear voices outside, movement, too close.

jisung exhales low, frustrated, but finally pulls away carefully, slipping out of you slower than necessary. his hand never leaves you, helping you steady yourself, fingers brushing your skin softly.

when he looks at you, he pauses. his eyes scan your face quickly. checking.

“you okay…?” he murmurs, barely audible, thumb brushing your cheek.

he nods to himself when he sees you, leaning in just enough to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

“stay here… just- give me a second,” he adds quietly, even though his hand lingers like it doesn’t want to let go.

it’s hard for him. but he does.

he gets dressed fast, clumsy, still distracted, like his head’s still with you. before leaving, he leans in again, pressing another light kiss to your temple.

“don’t move too much, yeah?” he murmurs, a small smile slipping through. “i’ll be back.”

“jisung! where the hell are you?!” the voice cuts straight through the moment.

that’s what finally pulls him away.

he opens the curtain just enough to step out, making sure you’re covered before disappearing.

you stay behind, fixing yourself on the bench, your body still warm, your pulse slowly settling. you stay there, breathing, letting everything come back down.

outside, you hear him.

“mind telling me what you’re doing here? i texted you ten minutes ago.”

a pause. too short.

“came to grab my gloves,” jisung says, and you can hear the nervous smile in his voice.

“whatever. move. we need you on the ice.”

footsteps. noise. and then… nothing. the silence comes back, but it’s different this time. lighter, steadier.

you let out a long breath without realizing, letting your head fall back for a second as your body finally starts to relax.

and then your phone buzzes. you grab it almost on instinct, unlocking it with a small smile already forming before you even see the screen.

and there he is.

jisung: “you think i’m gonna play that game after this?” jisung: “you’re actually evil for doing that to me before a match.” jisung: “…don’t move too much, okay?” jisung: “i’m not done with you yet.”

your smile grows on its own, inevitable.

jisung: “this continues at home. i’m serious.”

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[grungeham]

our little secret.

summ: coming home exhausted with jisung and minho was supposed to mean rest, not ending up caught between them with no intention of stopping.

⋆ pairing: idol!jisung x idol!f!reader x idol!minho ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: roomates (w/ benefits?), threesome, dom!minho, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart), oral fixation, kissing, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f!receiving), hair pulling, tit play, unprotected s*x, backshots, male masturbation, multiple orgasms, creampie, piv, kitchen sex ⋆ words: 3.0k

a/n: writing this request was actually insane. i swear i went into some kind of flow state bc there’s NO way i just wrote all of this in one sitting lmao. also… i’m not even gonna lie, jisung is 100% gonna be a sub in most of my fics hehe. and for my first time writing minho, i’m honestly really happy with how he turned out. anyway, go enjoy these men sharing you <3

the door shuts harder than it needs to.

it’s not anger or anything like that. it’s that kind of exhaustion that settles into your body and weighs more than it should.

the apartment smells like stale air and freshly washed laundry, like no one’s really lived in it for days. the kitchen lights are still on. white, cold, too awake for how late it is, making you squint a little when you walk in.

jisung is the first to enter. he drops against the counter with a low sigh, bracing his weight on his arms like the full weight of the day is only just catching up to him. minho doesn’t say anything, just sets the keys down on the table with a dull clink and moves in slower, more contained, watching in silence.

you’re the last to move, heading straight for the sink, looking for water. or maybe just something to keep your hands busy that isn’t work.

the glass is cold when you pick it up. condensation forms instantly against your fingers. you pour yourself water without thinking about anything else, take a long sip, feeling the chill slide down your throat, and end up leaning between the two of them without really noticing, like that space has always been yours.

jisung’s on your right. too close to be accidental, but natural enough not to question. he plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers, letting it fall, repeating the motion without thinking. it’s old, familiar, automatic.

on the other side, minho leans back against the counter. arms crossed, posture relaxed, but his attention isn’t. his gaze drops, not to your face, but lower, following the slow path of a droplet forming on the edge of your glass, sliding down your fingers, falling to your thigh.

“i’m exhausted,” you murmur, more to break the silence than expecting an answer. your voice comes out quieter than you meant. “this comeback is killing me!”

jisung lets out a soft laugh, no real humor in it. his eyes flick to minho, searching his face for something before settling back on you.

“yeah…” he drags the word a little, still playing with your hair. “we should do something to clear our heads.”

you set the glass aside, stretching slightly with a tired sigh.

it doesn’t sound like a great idea. it sounds like the same old thing. just another comment that could fade into nothing. but you don’t let it.

“like what?” you ask, glancing at him. there’s a slight curve to your smile that isn’t quite just teasing.

and when you finally turn to look at him, you realize his hand isn’t in your hair anymore.

you don’t register exactly when it moved. you just feel the shift. the absent touch slows, becomes more deliberate as his palm slides along the side of your thigh. it doesn’t grip, doesn’t demand. it just stays there, tracing vague circles over the fabric.

jisung doesn’t look at you when he answers.

“i don’t know…” he murmurs, his voice dropping a little. “something faster. more… effective.”

there’s something in the way he says it that tells you he’s not entirely joking, but he’s not fully serious either.

you laugh anyway, almost on reflex, though it comes out a little short.

“right,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “what’s that even supposed to mean?”

you don’t move away, even though all your head is registering is the warmth of his hand on your bare skin. actually, neither of you moves.

the silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s thick, settling between the three of you like something alive. like something just shifted without making a sound… something you’re very close to understanding.

“you know…” jisung says, pressing lightly into your thigh, just enough for you to feel it. when he smiles, it’s subtle. “they say there’s nothing better than sex to clear your head.”

you go completely still.

not because it shocks you. not because it doesn’t fit him. but you weren’t expecting it like this. said out loud, in the middle of something that, a second ago, was just shared exhaustion.

your lips part, searching for something to say. and that’s when minho moves.

it’s a small gesture, but enough to break everything open. his hand comes up to your chin, firm without being rough, guiding your face toward him with a calm that doesn’t leave room for hesitation. his thumb brushes your skin lightly before stilling.

when he speaks, his tone is low. certain. like he’s already thought this through.

“it’s not a bad idea…” he murmurs, holding your gaze. the pause feels heavier than it should. “besides,” he adds, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “no one has to know.”

for a second, no one says anything. but the air between you isn’t the same anymore.

and you can tell han jisung isn’t playing around now.

his hand stops being vague, stops hesitating, and starts moving under the fabric of your skirt like he already knows exactly where he’s going. his fingers brush your skin with a different kind of intent now. firmer, more certain. and even as you try to follow every movement, minho doesn’t let you.

his lips crash into yours without warning.

the kiss isn’t soft. it isn’t slow. it’s demanding, deep, stealing any chance at thought before it can even form. his hand slides up to the back of your neck, holding you there, guiding you, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that feels like it’s been building for way too long.

you can hear jisung’s breathing beside you, getting heavier, closer.

and then you feel it. his fingers find your center faster than you expected, pressing lightly over the already damp fabric of your underwear. it’s enough to make you tense, to pull a muffled sigh from you against minho’s lips. the friction is steady, insistent, and your body reacts without asking.

your hips shift slightly into his hand, chasing more, chasing something you can’t quite control. jisung lets out a quiet laugh, keeping up the soft touch—but sharper now, more aware.

minho notices, as he always does, and the kiss changes. it gets rougher, deeper, like he wants to swallow every sound you try to make. like he wants to remind you he’s there.

then suddenly, jisung’s hand is gone. the absence hits immediately, pulling a low, almost desperate sound from you before you can stop it.

minho smiles against your mouth when he hears it, and when he pulls back, it’s just enough to hold you by the nape of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours. your breaths mix, warm, uneven.

“so?” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off yours. his thumb brushes your skin, slow, almost absent. “just relax… and let go, sweetheart.”

you don’t get to answer before you see him step back. not before the space in front of you is immediately filled by jisung, sliding between your legs like he belongs there.

his smile is wide, almost too innocent for the heat already building in your body. his hands come up to your cheeks, holding you gently, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. almost soft. almost misleading.

“i’ll make you feel good, jagi,” he whispers, a low laugh slipping out that doesn’t quite hide his intentions.

you don’t have time to process it, because this time he doesn’t hesitate, devouring your mouth while pressing his thigh between your legs.

his lips crash into yours, faster, needier, and the contrast with minho makes you gasp. his hands slip under your shirt with zero patience, roaming your skin with a need that feels new, urgent.

you react instantly. his mouth moves against yours in messy hunger, biting your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in, and the sounds that fall from both of you blur together. wet, unsteady, unavoidable.

off to the side, breathing heavier, urgency growing, minho watches. his eyes track everything, every movement, every reaction, and his hand drifts down to his own groin, pressing lightly, like just watching is enough to get him there.

jisung doesn’t stop. your shirt is gone at some point, tossed aside, forgotten instantly. his attention drops straight to your chest, kissing, licking, nipping with a devotion that makes your back arch on instinct.

your head falls back, your thighs pressing together as the heat at your core builds thicker, heavier, with every touch, every sound filling your ears.

and then minho’s hand is back at your neck, forcing you to look at him. his eyes meet yours, dark and focused, and the shiver that runs down your spine doesn’t stop when you feel jisung shift again between your legs.

his fingers return, no hesitation this time. brushing directly over damp fabric, pressing enough to make you tremble. and when he starts moving in slow circles over your clit, you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

the combination of his mouth on your chest and his fingers between your legs is too much.

“make sure you watch,” minho murmurs in your ear, calm in a way that contrasts too much with everything happening. his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking your heated skin. “you wouldn’t want to miss this.”

you nod before you even realize it. your lips part, but nothing comes out except small, broken sounds that make minho smile more than he should.

minho leans in, kissing and sucking at your neck and collarbone, really possessive, while jisung spreads your thighs just enough to settle in properly.

a shiver runs down your spine when you see him drop to his knees in front of you. his eyes are glossy, looking up at you from down there, cheeks flushed, hair messy.

the air leaves your lungs when he smiles and then you feel your panties shift aside. and then… direct contact.

his fingers slide through your wet folds, slow in a way that borders on cruel, like he’s savoring every second of anticipation. every movement is deliberate, measured, and your body answers with a tremor you can’t control.

minho pulls back slightly, watching. his grip in your hair tightens just enough, exposing you more, leaving you open under his gaze.

your hands move on instinct, tangling in jisung’s hair, holding on without thinking. needing something to ground you before you fall apart completely.

you hear the soft hiss of his breath just before he leans in fully, burying himself between your thighs. you tug his hair slightly when his warm breath hits your core.

and the first lick is enough to break you. a sharp sound tears from your throat, your fingers digging into his hair as his tongue moves against you. slow at first, tasting, learning, before he sucks lightly.

but then he stops, just for a second. pulling back just enough to look at both of you with that same playful grin that always gets him what he wants.

“can i have her for a bit before you, hyung?” he asks, licking his lips. “let me be good for you, baby. let me make you come…”

minho doesn’t hesitate. not with jisung kneeling there, asking between uneven breaths. his hand drops, smoothing over his hair before he nods. and when he looks at you nodding too, flushed and barely holding it together, it’s all jisung needs.

he’s back on you instantly. no pauses this time, no restraint. completely lost between your thighs. his hands grip your legs, squeezing whenever he moans against you, the vibration of it mixing with his tongue, pulling sounds out of you you can’t hold back.

you try to cover your mouth, thinking about the neighbors. minho won’t allow it. his hand catches your wrists, holding them away as his lips brush your ear.

“let them hear you crying, begging for having us fucking you,” his words are low, filthy, barely there. but enough to make everything hit harder.

the pleasure builds too fast, too much. there’s nothing to hold onto, no way to control it, and every sound that leaves your mouth comes out more broken than the last.

jisung doesn’t slow down. if anything, he speeds up. his tongue moves with more precision, in and out, finding exactly where to press, where to suck, where to push you over completely.

“mhm- sungie, i’m… ah- i’m close…” your voice cracks, falling apart under everything.

your fingers pull his hair, dragging him closer, deeper. jisung whines against you, drunk on it, on you.

minho smiles against your skin, his hands roaming again, squeezing, reminding you this isn’t over. he nips at your neck, settling at your chest.

“pleasepleaseplease-” jisung mumbles against you, muffled. “jagi… come in my mouth. i need to feel it…”

that’s it. your body gives in completely. the orgasm hits hard, ripping through you, making you shake, making you lose control completely as your legs barely hold you up.

you hear minho’s low laugh as jisung dives in deeper, holding you there, riding it out with you, dragging it on until there’s nothing left.

when you finally look down, you catch his gaze. lips swollen, wet, breathing uneven, eyes locked on you. bright, hungry.

but they don’t let you recover. of course they don’t.

minho’s hands grab your hips, turning you effortlessly, pressing you against the counter. the cold surface contrasts with your overheated skin, making you gasp.

and then you feel him against you. his hips pressing his erection into your ass, even through the fabric. his fingers slide into you easily, no resistance, and the sound you make is instant.

“think you can take me like this, sweetheart?” he murmurs in your ear.

you bite your lip, nodding eagerly as his fingers move in and out. it doesn’t matter that your legs are still shaking.

minho isn’t waiting.

fabric disappears, his hand wrapping around himself quickly, and seconds later he’s lining up behind you. no rush in the motion, but all the intent.

jisung settles nearby, watching. his hand finds your hair again, softer this time. he presses a kiss to your cheek, like he already knows what’s coming. and you do too.

but it still doesn’t prepare you. because when minho pushes in, he does it all at once. no warning. no pause. the air is knocked out of you.

a broken moan tears from your throat as your eyes squeeze shut, your body reacting before your mind catches up. you try to breathe, but it comes out in uneven gasps. your hands cling to the counter.

his grip on your hips tightens, hard enough to bruise. there’s no softness now. his rhythm starts slow, almost teasing, but it doesn’t last. it falls apart fast, turning rougher, deeper, harder to keep up with.

“mmh- so wet…” he pants, his voice breaking.

and of course jisung doesn’t stay still.

his hand roams your body, settling on your chest, squeezing, playing, while his other hand moves over himself, matching the pace with quiet sounds that only make everything worse.

minho loses control bit by bit. his thrusts get harder, faster, his lips marking your back, biting, kissing, trying to hold onto something he can’t anymore.

“how are you so-? fuck…” his voice cracks against your skin. “i’m gonna come inside you…”

between his rough voice and your soft sounds, jisung doesn’t last much longer. his breathing turns uneven, heavier, until he finishes in his own hand with a muffled sound that fills the room.

and that pushes you over again.

your body tightens, and the second orgasm hits deeper, harder, dragging a sound out of you that you try to muffle against your own hand.

minho growls, giving a few final deep thrusts before finishing, burying himself inside you.

you feel it, the heat, the weight, the way he fills you slowly as your body still trembles through the aftershocks. a soft sound slips from your lips when he finally pulls out, slow, like even that has to be taken its time.

the emptiness isn’t immediate. it builds and you feel it.

your legs barely hold when you sink back into the chair, your body heavy, sensitive, still buzzing with everything that just happened.

minho exhales hard, like he can finally breathe again. his hands move calmly as he pulls his boxers back up, adjusting his clothes without hurry, even if his breathing is still uneven.

for a moment, no one says anything. the kitchen falls quiet. but it’s not the same quiet as before. this one is different, warmer, and fuller.

at least until jisung laughs.

it starts low, almost contained, but enough to break everything open. when you look at him, he’s already smiling. wide, satisfied, like he can’t help it.

and neither can you.

“see?” he says, fixing his clothes, that same sparkle still in his eyes. “told you it was a good idea…” he pauses, running his tongue over his lips, still a little breathless. “feeling brand new!”

his tone is light, almost careless, and it loosens something in your chest. you nudge him with your elbow, smiling despite yourself.

minho lets out a quieter laugh, softer, nodding as he steps closer. his hand comes up to your hair, brushing a strand away from your face in a way that contrasts way too much with what just happened.

“so… now you know,” he murmurs, voice still low but no longer rushed. his fingers linger against your cheek. “next time you need to clear your head…”

he doesn’t finish. he doesn’t have to. jisung nods beside you with way too much enthusiasm, like he wants to make sure the point lands. and you shake your head, amused, looking at both of them.

two completely different extremes that somehow end up more alike than they think.

you smile, because honestly you can’t complain.

the air is still heavy, but it doesn’t weigh on you anymore. it feels shared. intimate. like something that doesn’t need explaining.

and within those thin walls, where every sound could slip through if someone was listening, another secret settles between you, right where it belongs.

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[grungeham]

all yours.

summ: whenever you mention someone new, jisung tries to pretend it doesn’t matter. this time, he gives you a reason not to.

⋆ pairing: jisung x f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: friends (w/ benefits) to lovers, dom!reader, pet names (baby, jagi), kissing, biting, marking?, grinding, teasing, praise kink?, A LOT of whining and whimpering, tit play, nipple play, hair pulling, piv, edging?, unprotected s*x, cumming, soft ending ⋆ words: 3.1k

a/n: you’ll never know how much i enjoyed writing this one >_< this is part 2 (and the closure) to this fic, all because a beautiful mind requested me to… and i owe you everything for that fr. you don’t have to read part 1 to get this, but i’d definitely recommend it if you want to fully understand jisung’s whole… situation here lol. as always, he’s begging and whining, so enjoy! <3

the dating show had been playing for a while, but neither of you was actually watching it.

jisung had his arm stretched along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing over your shoulder in a distracted kind of softness, like he needed something to do with his hands so he wouldn’t think about how close you were.

none of this was new: afternoons full of dumb reality shows, half-laughs, something baking in the kitchen, and almost always, you staying over.

but this time, it felt different.

your bare legs kept brushing against his gray sweatpants with every small movement. your head rested on his shoulder a little too comfortably. your fingers played with his hand like it was second nature.

the fake laughter from the show filled the room again, but this time you didn’t react at all. instead, you looked up at him, something heavy settling in your chest.

“i met someone,” you murmured, a little too easily.

it sounded like a throwaway comment. like it didn’t really mean anything, just something said for the sake of it.

jisung didn’t stop looking at the screen, but you felt his fingers pause for just a second before continuing the same motion, like nothing had changed between you.

“… yeah?” he said, quietly.

you nodded, glancing down at his hand laced with yours. you swallowed, not really sure why talking about this felt harder than it should.

“mhm. it’s nothing, though. just-” you paused, searching for the right words. “i don’t know. he’s nice.”

nice. not good, definitely not exciting. just… nice.

jisung let out a soft hum, almost absent. something between acknowledgment and dismissal. but at the same time, his arm slipped away from you, falling between the two of you.

the space felt cold instantly.

“you always say that,” he murmured, sounding almost like he was calling you out.

you tilted your head, looking back at him, frowning slightly. you had no idea where that came from.

“say what?”

“that it’s nothing,” he said simply, shrugging. “and then it turns into something.”

you pulled away from him like he burned, widening the space between you. your hands tightened against the thin fabric of the borrowed shorts you were wearing.

“…not always.”

“no?” he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, barely smiling. “feels like it.”

something in his tone didn’t sit right. you knew him too well not to notice.

you studied him a little longer than necessary, your eyes moving over him like you were looking at someone you didn’t recognize.

his tone hadn’t been sharp, but it hadn’t been light either.

“you’re doing that thing again,” you said, pointing at him. “pretending you don’t care.”

that seemed to hit him. you saw it in the way his jaw tensed, how he went completely still.

“there’s nothing to care about,” he muttered, finally turning toward you. his voice more serious now. “you met a guy. that’s… normal.”

you laughed, but there was no humor in it. this was too much.

“then why are you acting like an asshole?”

“i’m not,” he shifted to face you properly, pausing for a moment. “…you should go out with him. give it a shot.”

you blinked a couple times, like you hadn’t heard him right. completely thrown off by him.

“go out with him?” you repeated, incredulous, your brows furrowing deeper. “that’s what you want?”

jisung held your gaze, but didn’t answer right away. his tongue ran over his bottom lip before he shrugged.

“yeah… i guess.”

something in your chest twisted painfully, but you weren’t about to back down. you sighed and let yourself fall back against the couch.

“okay,” you said, just like that.

the word came out too easy. too quick. and that was exactly what broke whatever act he was holding onto.

jisung straightened immediately, leaning toward you without thinking.

“okay?” he repeated, looking straight at you. “that’s it?”

you shrugged, mirroring him from earlier, even though it was obvious you didn’t mean it.

“you said i should.”

jisung let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. he looked at you for a few seconds, like he was weighing something in his mind. like he was deciding whether to cross a line he’d been avoiding for way too long.

“jisung,” you called, softer this time.

he didn’t answer. he just swallowed and pressed his fingers into the couch.

“look at me,” you said, leaning closer. your voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation.

he obeyed, like it took effort to face you like this. and when his eyes met yours, there was something different there.

something raw, less hidden.

your breathing got heavier without you noticing.

“do you actually want me to go out with him?” you asked, closer now.

jisung’s gaze dropped to your lips for a second, getting lost in the thought before snapping back up.

“…no,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. “i don’t want you to.”

the space between you wasn’t the same anymore. the air felt tight again, hard to breathe through.

“i want you to stop looking for in other people what i can give you,” he murmured, not breaking eye contact.

your breath caught at that. his honesty caught you completely off guard. but you didn’t pull away. if anything, your fingers moved slightly forward, testing him.

jisung inhaled shakily, his eyes following every small movement you made.

“…and what exactly can you give me?” you murmured.

it wasn’t mocking. or at least not entirely. it wasn’t innocent either. and that was more than obvious.

that’s what threw him off. he swallowed, his hand moving on instinct to your wrist, wrapping around it gently. not to stop you, just to keep you there.

“i wanna hear it.”

jisung let out a quiet, humorless laugh, leaning in just a little without realizing, like your closeness was pulling him in.

“why are you doing this?” he asked, more fragile now. “why now?”

you didn’t look away. “because you started it.”

that shut him up. because in a way, it was true. because he had crossed the line first. because neither of you was pretending anymore.

your hand slid up, from his thigh to his upper leg, stopping there, firmer this time. his fingers tightened around your wrist. not enough to stop you, but enough to show he felt everything.

“say it again,” you whispered.

“what?”

your other hand braced against the couch as you leaned closer. your faces were barely apart now. you could feel his uneven, warm breath against your lips.

“that i should stop looking in other people,” you repeated, softly tempting. “why?”

jisung looked at you, really looked at you. no hiding anything. you could see the determination in his eyes, like he’d lived this moment a hundred times in his head before and knew exactly what to say.

“because i’m the one you’re looking for, even if you don’t realize it,” he said finally, dangerously honest.

your heart slammed against your chest. his hand came up to your cheek, so gentle it clashed with everything else. his fingers barely trembling against your warm skin.

your breathing turned unsteady. because he was right, and because he always had been. and you didn’t want to deny it anymore. there was nothing to gain from running from something you’d always known.

your hand moved on its own, gripping his hoodie and pulling him just a little closer, close enough to feel his warmth.

“then stop pretending you don’t know that,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and low.

and that was it. the last piece of restraint you had left. gone.

jisung closed the distance in one motion. not clumsy, not rushed, but not soft like the first time either. it was inevitable.

his lips crashed into yours with a restrained kind of need, like he’d been holding himself back for way too long. his hand stayed firm on your cheek, anchoring you there as the kiss deepened without warning.

and you kissed him back just as fast. no hesitation, no second thought.

your fingers tightened in his clothes, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you. a low sound slipped from his throat, caught somewhere between relief and desperation, as his other hand dropped to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

like he needed to feel you. to make sure you were real. that you were actually choosing him.

you moved before you even thought about it, shifting to straddle him. your hands firm on his shoulders, steady, like you belonged there.

because, honestly… you always had.

his fingers found your hips immediately, tracing slow, shaky circles. and when you rolled your hips against his growing hardness, the whimper he let out broke against your mouth.

he was completely, completely gone for you.

you trailed wet, messy kisses up his jaw until you buried yourself in his neck. licking, sucking, biting until you found that weak spot you knew so well.

his reaction was instant. a shaky gasp, his fingers digging deeper into your skin. just having you there, on top of him, was driving him insane.

“fuck…” he breathed, hissing when you sucked at his neck again.

his hands slipped under your graphic tee, roaming your back restlessly, like he didn’t know where to start. every touch sent shivers straight down to your core, making you arch into him.

you dropped your forehead against his neck, letting out a soft moan when he started grinding you down against him, his broken breathing in your ear, murmuring things you could barely make out.

between kisses, you pulled your shirt off clumsily, guiding his hands to your back.

“c’mon, sungie… you know what to do,” you whispered.

he didn’t need anything else.

you guided his hands to the clasp of your bra, waiting as he fumbled just enough to unhook it, pulling that annoying barrier away.

and when it was gone, his reaction was immediate. his eyes dropped, wide, bright, like he was finally seeing something he’d wanted for way too long.

no hesitation, he pushed you back just a little, enough to drag his mouth along your skin. neck, collarbone, shoulder. biting, kissing every inch like he was worshipping you.

and then his hands found your chest, warm and firm, kneading with a mix of care and need that pulled a louder moan from you. his thumb brushed over your nipple, slow at first, then more deliberate.

and when his tongue replaced it, your back arched without control. the heat pooling low in your body was unbearable now. you could feel it in how soaked your panties were.

“sungie…” you gasped against his skin.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging whenever his mouth got too greedy. his soft sounds vibrated against you.

you pushed him back without much care, pulling his shirt off in the process. your hands dragged down his chest slower this time, enjoying how his breathing went uneven under your touch.

you grabbed his hands and placed them on your ass. he got it instantly, squeezing and kneading without holding back. you bit your lip, enjoying every little movement.

you pushed him back into the couch, leaning forward as you started grinding against him, pulling another broken whine from him, his fingers digging into your skin while your core pressed insistently against him.

you crashed back into his lips, urgent. the kiss turned messier, wetter, more desperate. the tv kept playing in the background, completely irrelevant.

all your attention was on him now.

his uneven breathing, his swollen lips, his shaking hands hitting all the right places.

when you couldn’t take it anymore, you lifted slightly, pulling off your shorts under his fixed gaze. his eyes didn’t move for a second as you settled back on him. this time with nothing in the way.

you started moving slow, deep circles over him. jisung tensed immediately, stopping you abruptly.

“mmh- no- don’t-” he gasped, head falling back. “i like it- fuck, i like it too much, but- i’m not gonna last…” his voice breaking.

you smiled wide, pressing your finger to his lips to shut him up. you leaned to his ear, biting his lobe slowly, feeling his body react under you.

“should’ve thought about that before,” you whispered, dragging wet kisses along his neck. “so… deal with it.”

you emphasized it with a firm roll of your hips that pulled another whine out of him. you brushed his cheek gently, listening to his pleading sounds.

his hand reached for your face again, but you were already moving down his body, your hands tugging his clothes down until his cock was free. the cool air made him shiver, a sharp hiss leaving him.

“can you handle it?” you murmured, not innocent at all.

jisung nodded way too fast. and just to make sure you weren’t going anywhere, his fingers dug into your half-bare hips.

you pushed your underwear aside just enough, lifting slightly so he could guide you onto him with clumsy, desperate movements.

and once you were lined up, you sank down on him.

your nails dug into his shoulders, biting your lip to hold back your moans.

you forgot how good it felt, having him fill you completely. when you took him all in, a broken moan slipped out as you felt him stretch you, fit you like it had always been this way.

jisung lost himself right there. his hands trembling on your skin, a breath disappearing into the warm air of the room. there was no going back now.

you started moving first, slow, teasing. but that lasted maybe a few seconds. his rhythm turned uneven almost immediately, his hips thrusting up, chasing deeper, harder.

the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. wet, obscene. your body shook with every wave of pleasure crashing into you, your moans spilling against his ear.

“ah- baby… you’re so tight-” he gasped, biting his lip. the whines didn’t stop leaving him. “am i doing good? ‘cause- fuck- it feels so fucking good…”

you laughed between breaths, sealing his lips with yours to quiet him. you tugged his hair lightly, nails pressing into his neck, guiding him as you started dropping onto him harder, again and again.

your body trembled, heat tightening in your stomach, unbearable. and when you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you.

his face flushed, his hair messy, his gaze completely gone. that alone shattered you, making you shake all over.

jisung sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as his thrusts got deeper, more erratic. his sounds against your chest made your eyes roll back.

“pleasepleaseplease… jagi- lemme-” he whimpered, panting against your skin. “i need to come—”

“mmmh- I know you can hold it, sungie,” you murmured, biting his neck. “you’ve been so good… just a little longer…”

a broken, almost sob-like moan left him. his fingers dug harder into your hips, holding onto something so he wouldn’t lose it without your permission.

“please…” he whimpered, tears pressing at his eyes as he tried to hold back. “baby…”

you smiled against his lips, kissing him softly before pulling back just enough to look at him. you pushed your hair back instinctively, tilting your head as soft breaths left your lips.

“wish you could see yourself right now… whining to come inside me…” you murmured, a breathy laugh slipping out.

his breathing was completely out of control, chest rising and falling erratically. you pulled his hair back, exposing his neck, leaving a few kisses, bites, licks before moving to his ear again.

“i want you to come inside me, jisung… i wanna hear you…” you whispered, pressing a slow kiss to his burning cheek.

that was it.

a few more thrusts and he broke, spilling inside you. he held you tight, shaking as he felt your body milk everything out of him. low, wrecked sounds left his mouth as he gasped for air.

“oh, fuck… thank you… thank you for letting me come…” he breathed, his voice rough in his throat.

you eased yourself down beside him, legs still trembling from everything. your heart was still pounding, loud in your ears.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

just your heavy breathing and the distant sound of the credits filling the room. slowly, without noticing, your rhythms started syncing.

jisung was the first to break the silence.

it was small. an exhale. a slight shift as he sat up, like he was trying to return to something familiar. something safe.

the usual.

he adjusted his clothes calmly, running a hand through his hair before fixing his glasses. when he looked at you again, there was something held back in his expression. something careful.

“i can make tea,” he murmured softly. “or… we can stay here. whatever you want.”

there he was again. that jisung. the one who always adjusted to you. who made everything feel easy, light… manageable.

but this time, there was something else.

a small hesitation.

like he didn’t know if this had just been another night… or something that changed everything.

you looked at him in silence. same couch. same living room. same routine you’d repeated so many times it was automatic: shower, his bed, some forgettable movie in the background.

safe.

jisung started to move, almost on instinct. ready to get up, give you space, let everything fall back into place where it always had been.

even if something in his chest clearly didn’t want that.

you didn’t let him.

your hand found his wrist before he could pull away. he stopped instantly, looking down at the contact, then back at you.

something crossed his face. surprise, maybe. something softer. more vulnerable.

you didn’t let go. instead, you leaned toward him slightly, natural. like there wasn’t any other option.

“stay…”

the word was simple, but it hit him harder than anything else that night.

he blinked, processing it. like he needed to make sure he heard you right.

“stay… here…?” he asked, quiet.

you nodded, your thumb brushing his cheek. jisung leaned into the touch without thinking, like he needed it.

you smiled softly.

“yeah. here… with me.”

his shoulders relaxed instantly, the tension melting into something much softer. he didn’t try to move, didn’t try to fix the moment or turn it into something routine.

he just stayed.

his hand found yours carefully, fingers lacing together like he’d been waiting way too long to do it.

he leaned back into the couch again, slower this time, more aware. and pulled you with him.

your head found its place on his shoulder like always.

but it didn’t feel the same.

the routine was still there. everything was exactly where it had always been.

but this time, you stayed too.

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[grungeham]

hiii, it's me again with the han x lee know x 9th member reader :)

summary: Han, Lee Know, and Y/N are very stressed about the approach and preparations for this new comeback. one of them suggests the simplest way to relieve everyone's stress, sex. since the three of them already live together in the same house,and not exactly strangers to being a little open with each other, this will just be another secret that will have to stay within those four walls.

that's it, I hope this can inspire you in some way, i'm open to give even more details if you need >♡

i love how clearly you described this, i can already picture it so well! >_< i’d definitely be down to write something like this, so i’ll start working on it asap! if you want me to tag you when it’s up just let me know 💞 and if you ever think of more specific details (like dynamics, roles, little things you’d like to see, etc.) feel free to send them!! but honestly this already gives me a really good base to work with ^^

[grungeham]

hiii i have a request for a fic, but besides Han it also involves Lee Know. it's okay? <3

hiii! ofc that’s okay!! i don’t mind including lee know at all 🤍 i’d love to hear your idea first tho, just to see if it’s something i can work with 👀 if you want, you can send me more details!! >_<